#alex interaction

[b-free]

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[WARNING! 2 RIFTS DETECTED. TIMESPAN BETWEEN RIFTS: ESTIMATED: 10MINUTES] *First, a bright flash happens. Alex and B go unconscious for several minutes. When they wake up, Alex has been turned into a drone, B has been turned into a human. Then, Alex, B, Hafiz, Scraps, Mo, and Wisp get teleported to a shoreline. Although it is cloudy, so the sun isn’t an issue*

Alex blinks, red LEDs respond on her visor, though the right eye is lighter in color and flickers slightly. There's a couple cracks that run over the right side, corresponding to the edges of her scar. Her hair is the same color and style as it was before she got teleported.

B just stares, partly amused that her human companion had shrunk by a couple inches while she herself was still as tall as she had been. Her hair is a platinum blonde, eyes a pale grey-blue, and skin an extremely pale tone.

They glance to the stunned drones near them, then look at themselves.

"It changed our clothes too..." Alex hummed as she took note of B's slightly-too-large-for-her coat.

"But a direct swap, better than me being otherwise human-nude." B crossed her arms.

Scraps was focused on the dinosaur in the distance. "Is biggie..." The little one whispered. It caught Mo's attention, the young man gasping a little and holding his to-be wife. Wisp's hand was over her core, still orange in color. "What's that?" She whispered to Mo.

[jojaxcola]

post-wipeout patch up on a tuesday afternoon (embarrassing) [electric guitar]

[stars-irises]

CANONICALLY GAY ALICE AND COLIN!!! EXCUSE ME!!!

[pixxiecup]

japanese lps packaging . . . part 1 ⭐

[b-free]

B tilted her head a bit as Alex stepped over.

"So they sent a nice car. Roomy, because you're both tall." She paused as she looked at Cassidy a moment. "Something up?"

"I was telling her the cover story... I get the feeling it might not work though." Her head tilted to the side with a soft hum.

"Confidence and comfort matter... what do you think on this Cassidy? We don't need to go out there right away. We have some time to chat about this."

(Prev chunk link )

[SweetBee] Alex has already started on some of her prep stuff [SweetBee] So I'm letting you know I'll be over soon so we can start moving what we need to the ship ok?

B's message arrives a little before sunset, and seems to at least explain why Alex has been quiet for as long as she had been. The fact time felt like it passed both far too slow and far too quick for this whole... thing was probably something to address.

( @b-free I can TYPE STUFF owo )

Cassidy sighs, and closes her books.

You are nervous?

"Yeah. I mean, there's been a lot of build up to this. Kind of the capstone of my internship, and a big part of what it'll be like to do this in the future."

She looks at herself in the small mirror on her desk. "And I'm not really... one for parties. Can I ask—"

We will not seize movement capabilities unless asked for assistance.

"Thanks."

Cassidy takes her phone and sends B a response. She looks at her desk, holding her silicone tint and makeup tablet, then her closet, which housed her dress, purse, and the box with her necklace, anklet, and hair clip. This is it.

[Cassidy] Alright. Tell me if I can do anything in the meantime.

[mulderscully]

O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of old. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.

[rotyolk]

Angelic Kitty Miracle-chan!

[mrsthunderkin]

I'm a simple girl

I see a sporty himbo

I love him

Plain as that

[b-free]

"I can imagine so." Alex hummed in thought. "I bet I'd be grumpy too if I had another entire life inside of me."

B stayed quiet at the comment, earning a glance from the human before Alex moved a couple steps forward. "So... will she be alright without you around? I have concerned feelings rising up."

"I think she'll be fine. They've made it this far, right?" B tilted her head and Alex just shrugged.

"Look, I'm allowed to have some worry. I'm building my son and while this is a different process, I'm allowed the internal fear stuff right?"

"Built."

"B do not, please." Alex rubbed her face.

(Link to prev chunk)

The jungle is the jungle, nothing seeming amiss aside from a very small creature that seems to be deciding it wants to bother a very large creature. The sights and smells are the same.

For the most part.

Eucalyptus seems to break the monotony. Along with the faintest hint of... Vanilla? Sugar? It was something. The faint voices came next, words hard to catch before the clear crunch of what had to have been an aluminum can.

( @b-free I don't plan for this to be as long as the first one omg I'm sorry XD )

The good thing for the voices is that Tera is currently taking a cat nap on a warm rock.

She's splooted out like a cat, tail limp and it's eyes closed, she can't sun bathe- so she settles for heat bathing.

She's purring slightly in her sleep.

[elementaryhallelujahs]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fingers dimming the lights

mdni, 18+ only

the home office is bathed in warm, ambient light—it always is at this time of the night, familiar and soothing, exactly like the figure sat at the desk, hunched over her laptop. alex knows her work schedule is erratic, she works with people all over the world like he does, different time zones and different countries, and not that she’s a slave to her laptop but she does work a tad too much if you ask him. 

still, he lets her be and stays in the corner of the room, flicking through his book. he lets her be that is, until he sees her rubbing her eyes tiredly and stifle another yawn. she reaches for the mug next to her, brings it to her lips, and frowns. it’s empty. 

then she stretches like a cat—back arched, arms elongated—before curling into herself. that, evidently, does it for him. 

silently, he sets the book aside and walks up behind her. she barely even notices until his hands are on her shoulders, feeling the knots in her muscles, trying to massage the tension away. 

“you’re tired,” alex tuts and feels her shrug. “come to bed. it’s almost ten.”

she snorts lightly. “you know i can’t for another two hours at least, besides, i’ll be free tomorrow. then i’m all yours.”

“you’re already all mine,” he teases and kneads the knots again. (he does make a mental note though, to get her a proper warm bath tomorrow; bubbles and salts and candles and all.)

“come on, love,” alex tries again but she only hums a bit. and then she turns to him with a full pout. 

“i wish, babe. but i’ve got to have a very grown-up, professional zoom call while trying to hide the fact that i’m wearing pyjama bottoms. two more hours, i promise.”

and just like that she’s back to facing her laptop, back to clacking away on the keyboard, making that soothing sound of her nails against it that he loves so much. right now, alex bends down and kisses her neck gently. 

“when does your call start?”

“umm, eleven…”

the suspicion in her voice makes him grin and then he places a few more kisses down her neck and on her shoulders. 

“could relax you a little till then,” he murmurs, “put you in a better mood.”

she tilts her head up to him and laughs. “what’s got you in a mood, sweet boy?”

the moniker makes him smile wider. his fingers continue tracing soothing patterns, and his lips leave gentle kisses on the nape of her neck. 

“just need you to take a short break, ’s all. your laptop won't run away, baby, the the call is still an hour away.”

the next time alex looks at her, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. that, and the way she subtly bites her lower lip… and alex knows he’s won her over 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the first thing he does is lay her down on the bed, then he dims the lights until their bedroom is just as cosy as her workspace—all warm and golden. 

the anticipation of it has definitely gotten to her. alex can almost see her trembling on the bed, back slightly arched, her nipples peaking out from her thin t-shirt, hair an effortless mess. the sight of her sends his neurons into overdrive and he feels the familiar tingling as all his blood rushes south.

“let me take care of you, darling,” he whispers, “just relax for me…”

his words effect her immediately, make her toes curl and her mouth part almost as if she’s anticipating the gasp that he will draw out of her. 

“there’s my sweet girl,” he trails a hand over her leg—starting from her ankle and up her calf and then up her thigh until his fingers are at her hip. the knot of her pyjama shorts is next. 

all he has to do is give it a light tug before he’s sliding it off her legs. she helps by lifting up her hips, then eagerly shimmies out of her underwear. 

“look at you now,” alex teases. then he leans down, his lips dangerously close to her stomach. "come on, baby," he purrs, “spread your legs for me.”

something like a whimper and a moan echoes around the room and alex drags a finger through her slit, lazily collecting the wetness, coaxing her and spreading her open while his mouth presses kisses all over. her lower stomach first, then her thighs. meanwhile, his thumb finds her clit and a jolt goes through her body. 

“fuck fuck fuck alex…” she moans out loud and a thrill goes down his spine. 

fuck, here he is—tasting her and touching her and making her feel this way. his girl, she is his girl. and oh he’s never been one to be primal and possessive but all he can think about at the moment is that she is his. 

she is his and he is hers. 

and he loves her. 

he loves her so fucking much.

she gasps when he sucks on her clit, letting his teeth graze it gently every once in a while. her thighs tremble under his hands, her muscles shifts and alex doesn’t stop her at all when she squeezes her thighs together—the pressure on his head is delicious and spine-tingling anyway. it’s heady and intoxicating, just like her scent, her taste. 

“oh god, al,” she moans loudly. “fuck, just like that��” her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling while she squirms under his touch, grinds herself against his face and alex takes it all.

his tongue laps at her folds, his nose pushing against her clit and her screams are like music to his ears. better than anything he’s ever heard. better than anything he’s ever created.

his cock throbs desperately, twitching and hard, dying to feel her clenching around his now, to feel her squeezing him until his vision goes white and he fills her up. he can practically see the image in front of his eyes—his cum dripping out of her, making a mess on her thighs. mess that he could clean up with his tongue or with his fingers and push all of it back inside her. fill her up completely. 

she clenches around nothing then and for a moment alex almost cums in his pants. but he can tell she’s close now. her hips rock against his face and her thighs squeeze his head harder. nails dig into his scalp making him hiss but she’s so close, he can almost taste her release on his tongue. 

“so perfect for me,” he urges and lets his teeth drag over her clit again. “let me taste you, darling, yeah? i know you’re close.”

“so, so close…” she trails off and alex can’t resist the urge to place a kiss on her thigh. a soft request maybe or even a way to coax her. 

“let go for me then,” he breathes and pushes his thumb against her clit. his tongue thrusts inside her again and she mewls out his name again. louder than before.

“don’t stop, al, don’t—” and he feels it then, feels her drenching his lips and his chin. feels the spasm of her thighs and feels her ragged breaths reverberating through her body. 

just like she requested, he doesn’t stop. he laps up every last drop she has to over, fucks her with his tongue till she’s completely done riding out her orgasm. only once he feels her body go slack does he straighten. 

and alex is met with the loveliest sight he can imagine.

her hair is sprawled all over the pillow, messy and gorgeous. her face is flushed, lip bitten till it’s raw and red. alex sees a sliver of her underboob from where her t-shirt rode up but it’s when he looks at her thighs does he see all the red marks he’s left behind… 

all the kisses and hickeys and slight stubble burn. light bruises on her thighs from holding onto her so tight. 

she’s marked and some primal part of him can’t get enough of the sight. 

quickly alex moves to her and captures her mouth in his. her tongue slides in his mouth instantly, and alex knows she can taste herself on his tongue. quietly, she moans in his mouth and he feels like he’s going to burst right then.

but there’s the matter of the fucking call…

he has no idea how much time has passed but he knows she needs to leave soon while he tosses and turns restlessly in their bed, surrounded by the scent of her, still tasting her—

“where are you going?” her voice comes out as a breathless rasp and alex realises he’s pulling away. 

“well… well, i though you had the call, love…” 

she clicks her tongue and her smile turns into her grin. 

“oh you’re not leaving this bed,” she declares. “i’m texting them that i don’t feel well.”

slowly, a smile spreads over his face and alex shudders under her touch. 

“whatever happened to being adult and professional,” he teases breathlessly but she’s already pulling up his t-shirt, already lifting it over his head. 

“oh no,” she tuts, “none of that. not when i have much better things to do…”

[redstonedust]

this taskmaster moment is sort of what it felt like to be on tumblr in 2014 i think

[b-free]

Inside is the usual assortment of clothes. Various tops mostly, many being clearly folded and untouched. There wasn't much of interest inside.

In the very bottom drawer rested something. A photo that was hiding under a set of soft pajamas. There were six drones in the photo, all posing together while temporarily distracted from what looked like a really intense card game of some kind. It looked like a good time.

Examining the back, one could read some blocky writing in marker.

A.P.C. Happy 17th!

Another in the drawer held a photo that looked professionally done of a familiar human. Her scar was gone, her hair was one color, and she was wearing an elegant pale pink gown. The smile on her face in the photo clearly didn't reach her eyes. The writing on the back can be seen on the front, whoever having written it likely pressed too hard.

Didn't get to pick the dress this year. Happy 18th.

Six wakes up in another bed. It's definitely not her own, and it's not her wife's. It's not even the couch!

It's a large bed, unmade as a teenager might leave it, with sheets so white she might worry about her shoes being on them.

The room is bright, curtains drawn, but lights on. The wallpaper was clearly something of a floral pattern. A brush had been taken to it, however. A mess of color painted over it, turning one wall into a mural that looked like it was a view pulled from a cyberpunk game.

There were three doors, two cracked open and one closed, as well as a dresser and a vanity covered in an array of make up that looked fairly organized and cared for.

What will the little blue drone do?

( @b-free Ohai :3 )

(sup!)

"What the fuck??" She says first thing as she sits up and gets off the bed. She looks like a little kid waking up at the dark of night about to sneak out for a midnight snack, with how she gets off.

She checks the dresser first thing, instead of looking for an exit, because sometimes you just gotta 100% the game amirite?

[fairylando]

and they really said FUCK THE ASSIGNED SEATS🙂‍↕️

[pixxiecup]

usahana ✩ moodboard / stimboard thingy . . .

[formulaoneisajoke]

Lando helping Alex’s Grandma achieve her dream of meeting her favourite driver

[b-free]

Her paws tap on the tile before reaching the carpeted stairs, and at the top she can see B sitting on the floor with her tail flicking every once and a while at her side. When her eyes catch movement, her head turns.

It leaves caT with the sight of a neutral expression on the sitting drone's face. Her tail stopped moving, leaving her to just blink familiar yellow eye-lights. Her head tilts, likely catching the sound of Alex moving around downstairs to clean up.

A black rectangular box with white ribbon wrapped around it appears on your floor.

As you open it, you see an ouija board with the planchette made with a worker drone’s hand.

Now, do you choose to contact @gala-ghost ?

She almost kicked it. Busy with typing out an e-mail while walking through the main room with a drink in one hand, the fact she had seen it before her foot moved had saved it.

Spectre mentioned this! Alex blinked and chose to move it somewhere less likely to be stepped on. It's carefully unpacked on the table, her drink set to the side as she smiles softly.

"There's a thought Sterling..." she glances to the drone hand in a display box on a nearby shelf as she settles herself in and gently rests her hand on the planchette.

"Hello new friend..."