#i can’t tell if this is because my mood swings are getting worse for pms or if it’s a byproduct of spending proper time in the environment

[malusienki]

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[tobesolonely]

it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless​ for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

warnings: SMUT, a bit of angst <3 word count: ~5.1k 

my ko-fi! thank you :)

December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together. 

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set). 

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you. 

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?” 

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.” 

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?” 

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice. 

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?” 

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.” 

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up. 

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him. 

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing. 

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. 

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.” 

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates. 

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks. 

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?” 

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy. 

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room. 

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with. 

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family. 

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way. 

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted. 

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.” 

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you  choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you. 

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.” 

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?” 

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.

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Period Pains (Iwa, Suna, Bokuto)

Periods still stuck. Nothing has changed since part one. But these boys continue to comfort me when I feel like my heart, head, and stomach are going to explode :D. I hope they comfort you too!

A/N: It’s been rough homies. It really do be your own body that tries to attack you -_-. 

Warnings: EMETOPHOBIA (in Suna’s there’s a semi detailed description of vomiting); swearing; foot massage in Bokuto’s (Ik that makes some people uncomfy); gym bros. 

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was common knowledge that you and Iwaizumi were two halves of one insane power couple. 

No questions asked, you both were generally independent when it came to taking care of your own matters, and you were both were pretty independent. 

But there were exceptions- moments where you would both lean on each other, using the other as an anchor and a crutch to get back up and stay on your feet. 

Your period was one of those times when times you needed your beloved boyfriend to play that role. 

Today was one of those days. 

You and Iwaizumi head over to the gym at around 6 am to get your early morning workout in before you go through with the rest of your day.

You had told Iwaizumi the night before, and he asked if you still wanted to “go gym” the next morning. 

You said yes, hoping that a solid workout would help with some of the cramps. 

And once you had got there, you had your hopes up. 

The first half of your workout was going really well, and you hadn’t thought of your cramps at all. 

But then it hit you while you were walking over to get your water bottle. 

You didn’t know why, but the cramps hit you hard. Instantly you went to the bathroom to try and compose yourself, but that wasn’t really helping either. 

You didn’t wanna bother Iwaizumi mid workout, so you tried to carry on. 

Unfortunately, that didn’t work out too well. 

As you tried to keep going, the cramps in your stomach got worse and worse, until you were pressing your stomach with your hands, curled over yourself on your yoga mat. 

Taking deep breaths, you tried to relieve the only worsening cramps. 

It wasn’t until a warm, firm hand caressed your back did you look up from your curled up form. 

“1 to 10.” Iwaizumi asks you with a soft voice. 

“4.” You say as you curl into yourself once more. 

It was the pain ranking system that you’d both been using since early on in your relationship. You knew exactly what he meant, and you were honestly thankful that he understood you were in pain by just looking at you. 

“Lying to me doesn’t do any good, ya know.” His words are harsh, yet the concern in his voice kills any intimidation that was supposed to come across. 

“7.” 

“Sounds right.” Iwa’s one arm wraps around you, digging into your side, his thumb massaging circles into the spot right above your left hip, while the other hand rubbed softer circles onto your lower belly. 

You felt your muscles untense as his hands worked away at your cramping stomach with deep pressure only he had the strength to apply. 

“What’s wrong with her?'' 

Both of you look up to see some guy (he seemed like a newbie, neither of you had seen him before) talking to your boyfriend. 

“What.” Iwa’s voice is dry, in shock at the fact that this dude was in your business. 

“Did she injure herself working out or something?” He asks, as if you were incapable of speaking for yourself. “Not being careful in the gym can be really dangerous, especially if you’re not trained.” He speaks in your direction this time. 

Iwaizumi Hajime (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER, now looked like he was ready to commit murder. 

Some of the regulars had now turned to watch, most giving the guy dirty looks.

A couple of you and Iwa’s closer gym bros step towards you both, making some preparations for Iwaizumi to swing. 

But before anyone can really say anything, your voice cuts through. 

“That’s real rich coming from you. The only thing that’s gonna cause an injury is your horrendous deadlift form.” 

Your boyfriend goes from a state of shock into a fit of snickers, the guys on the side also amused. The guy in front of you goes completely red. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about you bi-” 

“I actually think she’s right. I was a bit worried, too.” One of Iwa’s (very buff) friends stepped forward, smiling at you two before putting a hand a on the newbie’s shoulder. “Let’s go check it out.”

As you sigh out, your boyfriend stares at you with pride and amusement both bright in his eyes. “All that pain and you’re still able to come up with snarky comments.” 

As his hand returns to soothing circular motions, you dig your face into his chest. 

The soft touches from Iwa were enough to ease your pains, and allowed you to embrace your moment of vulnerability with your sweet boyfriend. 

“Let’s dip and get food, okay? And you can just rest at home. You deserve a break.”

“Weren’t you saying something about how the grind doesn’t stop-”

“It stops when your health is on the line. Let’s go.”

Suna Rintarou

When it comes to you being on your period, Suna is by far the most hands off while simultaneously being the most attentive. 

Suna wasn’t necessarily the biggest on PDA. But when it was just you two? He had no problem being all up against you.

The only situation Suna does not know how to navigate is when he can’t read someone’s moods or behaviors. Luckily for him, you were overly clear with his emotions and needs when you were on your period, even if those moods and needs were all over the place. 

Early on, when you got together, he was a bit surprised to see how bad your period could get.

He’d walked in to your room one day to see you in a fetal position, rolling around on the floor.

He’d seen you go a full day of eating only junk food, upset and trying to satiate all your cravings. 

He’d also seen you go without sleep because of how bad your cramps were.

Essentially, he’d learned you’d go through really bad health habits, and he’d assigned himself the roll of trying to make sure you maintained some regularity while on your period. 

He was ready for anything, so ready that he made it look effortless. 

When Suna came back from practice one day, he couldn't find you anywhere in your shared home. Which isn’t a problem, but he doesn’t recall you saying you were going anywhere....

It’s not till he lazily stalks over to the hallway and hears a horrible retching sound that he realizes you are still home. 

Swinging the door open, he finds you perched over the toilet, vomiting in what looks to be a super painful manner. 

“Rin...ta...r-oh fuck” you can barely get his name out before you start throwing up again. 

Your boyfriend takes a step into the bathroom, but you toss an intense ‘no’ his way with your hand. 

“It smells disgusting… and… I don’t want to be smothered right now…” you sigh as you breathe between your bouts of vomiting. 

He takes a deep breath, recomposing himself. He knows your period can get pretty bad, but he hasn’t seen it get this bad in a while. He obliges, but he doesn’t move from the doorway. 

As you start your next fit, Suna’s face remains blank, but his heart twists. 

He slowly approaches you, kneeling beside you. 

“I said to not.. To smother me....” your protest is weakened by your body inhibiting your ability to speak. 

Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he gently grabs your hair, pulling strand by strand, until its completely out of your face 

(alternatively, if you have short hair), Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he lets his hand gently rest on your back, rubbing in soothing circles . 

Your hand goes up to push him away, but he grabs your fist with his larger hand, weaving his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb into the back of your hand. 

“I won’t smother, don’t worry. But I’m gonna be here.” He’s soft in his tone, unfazed despite the relative unpleasantness of the situation. 

As you finally stop, you fall back, your hands covering your eyes. 

As you lean back, your body giving out, your head finds its way onto the plush chest of your green eyed boyfriend. He doesn’t touch you, but just acts as a makeshift couch for you to lean on. 

“Rintarou.” “

Yeah?” 

“I need your touch.” 

Your words are blunt but effortlessly received as your boyfriend instinctively wraps his arms around you, languidly stroking your thigh with one hand and holding your stomach with the other. He adjusts you so that you’re pressed up against him. 

“Better, babe?” he asks as he backs up into the wall, loosening up as you relax against him. 

“Mmm.” You croon, sinking down against him. “I should  brush my teeth, I’m sorry you came back to this.”

“It’s fine. Get cleaned up. Wanna watch movies? I got Chinese takeout.” 

“I don’t want Chinese,” you comment.

 “What do you want?” 

“Pizza.” 

“...”

 “...”

 He sighs. “I’ll be back in 20.”

 “I love you.” you smile at him as you tell him what he already knows. 

He presses his nose into your hair, letting your conditioner’s scent fill his nose. “Mmm… and I love you.” 

“How much?” You ask.

“How much do I what?” 

“How much do you love me?” 

“Enough to get you pizza at 10 pm in the pouring rain.” 

“It’s raining??”

“Yeah.”

“...Nevermind I don’t want pizza anymore.”

“Well I want pizza now so I’m going.” He pulls himself up and out of the bathroom despite the way you tried to cling to his leg to keep him from leaving. 

“Rin!”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto is honestly the ideal boyfriend, especially when you are on your period. 

Early in your relationship, when you got on your period, you didn’t tell Bo. But he ended up learning the hard way. 

He’d come back from practice a bit later than usual and didn’t text you. Usually he didn’t, especially if he knew he’d only be a little late. But when he walked through the doors, instead of finding his usually happy, bubbly girlfriend who usually showered him with love, he was greeted with you crying. 

“W-why didn’t-t you text me, Kou? Do you-u not care about me?” 

He had nooo idea what was going on, and he was very panicked and sad. 

He felt like the rug was pulled out from under him when you proceeded to snuggle into his chest 2 minutes later, cries completely stopped. His little owl eyes were wide open and very confused. 

2 days later, he asked about the situation again, scared to bring it up.

But you were really embarrassed as you explained how you were on your period and could get extreme mood swings. You apologized and promised that you’d never do something wild like that again.

But Bo wasn’t content with your answer. 

He went and asked Akaashi if he knew anything about what periods were like (he was shy to ask you). 

Akaashi found the lovely statistic of “period pain being of equal pain levels of a heart attack” and Bokuto lost his shit. “

I’ve never had a heart attack, but they kill people! And they go for the hospital for those! And she apologized for being a little emotional… that doesn’t seem right, right Kaashi?”

Akaashi agrees, of course. And sends Bokuto off with the advice of “she’s always there for you. All you have to do is be there for her.” 

When the next time you had your period rolled around, and you found yourself a little emotional, you did your best to control it. But Bokuto was having none of it. 

“Baby, you don’t have to hide it! You can be emotional!! I don’t mind. You always help me when I’m emotional! I can do the same for you. I’ll take the best care of you, I promise!” 

You would honestly call it a turning point in your relationship, cause this was when you learned to start really depending on Bo. And you realized just how dependable he could really be. 

When Bokuto comes back from practice today, he finds you splayed out on the couch, koala-hugging a pillow, whimpering a “welcome home” between grunts of pain. 

Bokuto stays quiet as he walks up to the couch, dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek before stripping his sweaty t-shirt off as he walks off to take a shower. 

Once he comes out, fresh and clean, he throws on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts before coming back to find you on the couch. 

He grabs your legs, pulls them up, sits down, and then places them in his lap. “Baby, do you want a massage? I can press your legs.” 

“You don’t have to, Kou, it’s okay.” 

“I want to!” He cheers back as he starts to knead at your calves, moving down to your feet and slowly pressing over your socks. 

You sigh and huff, slowly relaxing as the soothing feeling of the pressure applied to your feet counteracts the pain you felt in your lower abdomen. 

While Bokuto concentrates intensely on massaging your calves again, he perks up at the sound of a sniffle.

 Swinging his head, he sees you slowly dissolving into sobs. 

Panicked, he slides your legs onto the couch and comes by your face. 

“Baby, did I press too hard? Did I hurt you? Please tell me.”

“No, no, Kou, you’re fine. I’m just- I’m so lucky and blessed to have such a loving amazing boyfriend~” you get the words out as tears stream down your face, turning to look him in his big, gorgeous, gold eyes. “I don’t deserve you, my love.”

Now, for reasons unknown, Bokuto finds himself crying as well. 

“Why are you crying!” You cry and laugh out at the same time. 

“Because I have such a sweet girlfriend who always showers me in love! Don’t say I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me.” 

Cheesy as the exchange was, it was really soft for you. Because you knew Bokuto, and you knew he meant every word exactly as is from the bottom of his heart. 

Crying while your laughs got lighter, you pull him in and kiss him all over his face. 

He laughs too, and holds your face as he pulls away, swiping the tears from under your eyes. “Your turn!!” 

After smothering you with kisses, he picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, so he can love on you more, with enough space for both of you to lay next each other and peacefully drift off to sleep. 

A/N: Gym guys who don’t mind their business seriously bother me. I hope you all enjoyed! Requests and commentary are greatly appreciated :D 

[lennonknowsmysins]

insomnia (modern!roommate!au)

beatle: john lennon

summary: ever since quarantine started, you’ve had trouble sleeping. every night is the same pattern of nonstop thoughts that keep you up. just when you’ve given up, john, one of your roommates, stumbles in to help you. (can be read as platonic or romantic)

warnings: insomnia, quarantine

a/n: i don’t think that anxiety induced insomnia is an official term but it’s definitely a thing, yee haw. this is a total comfort fic. 

Your eyes were glued to the television screen, mindlessly listening to the buzz of Animanics. Your eyelids felt so heavy, yet they refused to stay shut. 

It had been like this since quarantine started. All your nights had been sleepless, tossing and turning until you maybe got an hour or two. Usually you went through four phrases; you laid and waited for sleep you knew wasn’t coming, then you started to convince yourself you were hearing noises and seeing shapes which lead you to get on your phone to distract you which lead you to digging up old memories until you were crying and listening to your playlist from freshman year of high school, and then you were back to phase one. 

Tonight you’d decided to skip out on the crying stage once you’d worked up enough courage to grab your phone. You figured it might help if you didn’t stay in your bed, it was started to feel more like a cage. So you’d drug yourself to the living room, curled up on the couch and turned on the first show that didn’t look terrifying, which had been Animanics. You’d had to smile, this was George’s Hulu account and the cartoon had been under his ‘continue watching’ file. 

A muffled thud made you freeze. You stared down the hall, in the direction that it came from and let out a breath when John stumbled out of his bedroom, eyes half closed. You started thinking of an excuse for why you were still awake and watching cartoons but John was either really tired, really focused or more blind than he cared to let on because he walked right by you, making a beeline for the bathroom. You assumed this was what it was like to catch a bat in action. Well, if bat’s wore pinstriped boxers. 

You shrugged, turning your attention back to the screen just in time to catch the pigeons getting into another scruff. 

The bathroom door opened, briefing flooding the living room with yellow light. John came back out with his glasses, seemingly much more aware of his surroundings. He was rarely caught dead in them but you thought the thick frames looked really nice on him, they were very classy. Like Buddy Holly’s, he explained to you. 

He finally noticed that the television was on, though he didn’t catch you. He must’ve thought that someone had left it on by accident, as he sighed and reached for the remote on the coffee table. 

“I’m watching that.” You mumbled. John’s head whipped up and he squinted at you at the end of the couch. 

“(y/n)? Whatcha still doin’ up, kid?”

“Can’t sleep. What about you?” You asked dumbly. You just weren’t in the mood to talk about your sleeping problem. 

“Had to take a piss.” He responded nonchalantly, settling on the other side of the couch. You giggled at him, making him look over at you, your gaze back on the cartoon. “You know, you’re probably not able to sleep ‘cause you stayed up till midnight.”

“I stayed up that late because I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.” You admitted flatly. John studied you for a moment. Even though you were curled into a ball position, he could tell that your body was tired. He could tell that you were tired. 

“C’mere then. Let’s have a snuggle.”

You looked up at him, your lips quirked. He had his arm stretched you, his eyebrows raised. You grinned, crawling over to him and curling into his side, resting your head on his chest. He patted your bare knee and tutted. 

“No blanket and teeny little shorts, you’ll freeze.” He scolded playfully, reaching behind you to grab the blanket that hung over the couch, “I swear child, you’ll be the death of me. Or worse, you’ll turn me into me aunt.”

He draped the blanket across the two of you - though he made sure that you were completely covered before indulging himself. It was handmade, the yellow fabric once stiff but now incredibly soft from years of loving wear. You’d loved it since you’d moved in, something about it made you feel oddly domestic, especially now with John’s arm wrapped around you. 

“And that’s the facts,” You sang along quiet with the end of Animanics theme.

“Didn’t know you were an Animanics fan.” John commented, absentmindedly combing his hands through your hair. 

You leaned into him, humming, “Haven’t watched a whole lot of it but it was the first thing that popped up on George’s Hulu and I thought it looked cute.”

“I forgot Georgie likes this show.” John muttered, nodding his head. 

The two of you watched in comfortable silence, chuckling every so often. It was nice to have company after so many lonely, sleepless nights. John made you feel warm. Not at all like how the blankets on your bed made you feel like you were in an oven. No, John made you feel warm and comfortable. 

“How long have you had trouble sleeping?” John asked, careful not to sound too pushy. You sighed. You supposed you couldn’t keep up the front forever. 

“Since March. I mean, I’ve had trouble with it before but now it’s like I can barely shut my eyes without a melatonin.”

John’s heart sunk at how miserable your voice sounded. You’d been struggling with this for a month by yourself. He felt a pang of guilt that he hadn’t noticed how exhausted you were. He would have bought you all the Camille tea and Tylenol PM you needed if he’d known. “Have you talked to anyone else about it?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t want you guys to worry or anything. Figured I’d find a cure or something on the internet.”

“Oh baby, you can worry us all you like.” John assured you, squeezing your shoulder, “Look, we’ll help you find something to help, George has always got some sort of plant or hippie shit to help.”

“But I’ve tried everything!” You lamented, sitting up, “Nothing’s working, everything just makes me more nervous.”

John rested a hand on your back, “Love, we’ll find something. You’ve probably got anxiety induced insomnia. It can be caused by sudden changes in lifestyle so it could be caused by quarantine.”

“Anxiety induced insomnia? That’s a big term.” You teased, wrapping your arms around your knees. He flashed you a cheesy grin. 

“I saw a Twitter thread about it.” He shrugged cheekily. You sighed and leaned back against him. You put your head on his shoulder, prompting him to rest his head on your’s. 

“It’s just so frustrating. I just wanna sleep.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, flattening back your hair. You’d never seen this side of John. Since you started living with the boys, he had never struck you as the snuggle type but you weren’t complaining. 

“You will sleep. Even if you don’t, I’ll be right here the whole time. It’ll be okay.”

You curled further into his touch. He started to adjust his position, swinging his legs up on the couch with a groan so that he was reclining against the couch pillow and you were laying on top of him. 

He patted your back, “We’ll call the doctor in the morning, see if we can get you an appointment.”

John was warm, you thought once more. Warm and inviting. Being this close to him felt right, he felt right. He was safe, he could keep away those terrible shadowy figures that you were convinced were stalking around the corners of your room. He could distract you from wasting away the early hours on your phone. He could help you sleep. 

Your eyes started to feel heavy again but this time, it wasn’t a hopeless heavy. Slowly, finally, you began to drift off to sleep. 

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Becoming A Stark (18)- Peter Parker X Stark!femReader

Word Count: 2434

Warning: Swearing

Author Note: Yes, yes I missed Wednesday’s update. To be honest- it completely slipped my mind with classes. I’m going to have to set an alarm to remind me or something lol. Anyway, let me know what you think of probably my favorite chapter of this story and if you want to be added to the tag list.

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

“Kid, we have to talk. What have you been thinking?” Tony is pacing around the lab as Peter sits on the stool. He should be working on his physics homework, but Tony needs to talk to him. He’s been fighting on and off with you, he had to rescue Peter from a lake and now the DC stuff. “You could have blown Spidey’s cover so many times in the past weeks plus the alien tech stuff on top of that? You’re supposed to be neighborhood Spider-Man, not running off to DC Spider-Man. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that people needed help and I was there.” Peter says, swinging his leg, not looking Tony in the eye.

“Not good enough.” That makes Peter’s head pop up. “I looked up your suit info. Don’t lie to me. Your suit doesn’t even show being in DC after say nine thirty six pm on Friday night which is weird seeing as you were videotaped at the Washington monument on Saturday. So either there’s something off with the suit, or you messed with it?”

“There was, um, some faulty wiring?” 

“Nice try. Plus Y/N got pissed at me that I introduced you to Spider-Man first since you were trying to use him as a party trick. And then I had to rescue you from a lake. So either you need to explain what’s going on, or Spider-Man goes back to being a kid in a onesie.”

“Wait you’d take the suit away?”

“I’m trying to figure out where you’re at. None of this seems like the kid that told me he wants to help the little guy.”

“I’m trying to help the little guy, but there is also more I could be doing and you’re not listening. You’re too focused on everything except what I’m telling you. I’m trying to keep the little guy safe from this guy with the wings and you won’t listen. You don’t even seem to care about what I’m actually doing unless it involves Y/N.”

“That’s because she’s my daughter.”

“Who I happen to like a lot and all you care about is keeping her to yourself. You want me to keep a million secrets from her and that’s fine. But you’re making me hurt her and I won’t do it anymore.” Peter snatches his homework off the table and shoves it into his backpack before walking out of the lab. Tony can only watch as the kid walks out of the lab. This conversation went nowhere near where he thought it would go.

And the next few days don’t go any better for Tony. He tries to do what he thinks will help the situation so that Peter doesn’t have to worry about it, but when he has to rescue the entire Staten Island Ferry from being split down the middle, he’s pissed off. So yeah, he takes the kid’s suit. Because he’s worried. And nothing seems to be going through that kid’s thick skull.

Your dad was in a mood when you got home from Betty’s house that afternoon. “Let me guess you weren’t even at Betty’s house studying?”’

“I’ve been at Betty’s since school let out. Happy literally picked me up from there. What’s your problem?” You drop your backpack on the floor.

“My problem is you kids running around like you can do anything in the world and thinking that us adults won’t help you if you just reach out. Instead you have to skirt the rules and make up things. Then we have to come in to save the day all the time.”

“Clearly I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if you’re in a shit mood, quit taking it out on me. Because I was having a relatively good day until now.”

“I was having a relatively good day until your boyfriend messed it up.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend so I have less than zero idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well Parker made his intentions about having feelings for you clear when he stormed out of the lab the other day clear so I thought he would have made a move by now. Then he goes and makes a huge mess that I have to take care of.”

“What are you talking about? There is nothing going on between Peter and I. Honestly if he was having a relationship with any Stark, I would guess it would be you since he spends way more time with you than he does me. But if he did something that you had to fix, that’s on him, not me. So quit taking it out on me.” You grab your backpack and storm up the stairs to your room. Twitter is full of stories about Spider-Man and Iron Man saving the Staten Island Ferry. He goes and makes a huge mess that I have to take care of. Holy Shit. Peter doesn’t know Spider-Man; Peter is Spider-Man. 

Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, your wallet, your phone, and your purse, you make your way downstairs. Your dad is still pacing around the living room, mumbling to himself. He doesn’t even look up as the front door beeps, which says something about how far in his head he is. The brownstone is better than the tower at one thing- the paparazzi haven’t swarmed it yet. So you’re actually able to get out of the building without being swarmed like when you leave school. You should call Happy. He at least knows how to get you where you want to go. But you don’t want him to say no or worse tell your dad. So you’ll figure this out. 

“FRIDAY, can you pull up directions to Peter Parker’s apartment?” 

“Certainly Y/N.”

“FRI, can you not tell my dad where I’m going?”

“He has the ability to override your settings, but unless he does, I will keep your trip a secret.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.” You look at the map on your screen and start walking towards the subway station. It’s been months since you rode the train, but it feels like coming home. You used to ride the E train all the time to go to Betty’s house and school, so this feels like going home. According to the map, Peter lives only four blocks from Nana and Pops’ anyway. It’s going to take some time to get there from where you live now, so right now you plug your headphones in and let your I Hate My Life playlist start playing. Song to Sing When I’m Lonely by John Frusciante plays and you let your head bob back and forth as the train clicks and clacks over the tracks. 

You look at the number on your screen one last time before knocking on the door in front of you. “I’m coming.” A voice from the other side calls. A female voice. Not Peter’s voice. “Hi?”

“Hi, is Peter here?”

“Uh, he is. I think he’s in the shower. Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of his. I’m Y/N Stark.” You realize it might be safer to use your old last name, but you’ve gotten so used to saying Stark now, that it’s too late.

“Oh. Peter told me.”

“Told you…?”

“About how he lost the internship. He never mentioned that his friend Y/N was related to your dad though.” Peter lost his internship? That’s news to you.

“My dad is trying to keep it kind of low key.” Not that he did a good job at that.

“Come on in.” The woman motions for you to follow her into the apartment. “I’m May, Peter’s aunt.” You follow her through the kitchen into the living room. “I’d offer you a snack, but I’m not much of a cook.”

“I’m good. My dad is kind of strict about what I’m allowed to eat anyway. No GMOs, all organic, no high fructose corn syrup, all those crazy rules. It’s kind of annoying to be honest.” May looks at the teenager sitting in front of her in a printed graphic tee that reads ‘I like coffee and maybe three people’, a pair of denim shorts and a pair of galaxy high tops. Much more summery than the fall weather that was starting to roll in but a cute outfit nonetheless. Before May can say anything in response, the bathroom door opens and Peter walks out in nothing but a towel. 

“I might have used all the hot water, May. Sorry.”

“That’s ok. Your friend stopped by.” Peter looks up to see you, but you can’t help but look at the abs he has somehow managed to hide the entire time you both have been friends. 

“Y/N? What-what-what are you doing here?” His hand falls to grasp the towel that's wrapped around his waist.

“Maybe you should put some clothes on before you try to have a full on conversation?” May suggests.

“Clothes. Right.”

“Boys.” May rolls her eyes. “So you go to MSST?” You nod. “Are you as into all the sciences as Peter is?” You shake your head.

“It’s probably the biggest disappointment about being Tony Stark’s kid is that I hate science.” You can’t help but scrunch your nose as you say this.

“Well thank god, because I can’t follow half of what Peter talks about.” May says with a smile. 

“That’s how I feel when him and my dad come up from the lab. I never have a clue what they’re talking about. But books, most movies, pop culture, I’m good with that.” 

“Well I’m pretty good at following those as well.” May smiles as she talks with you about some of your favorite books, movies you’ve seen recently, and even some news until Peter comes out and steals you. You follow him into a room that has a bunk bed and a ton of tech. It all screams Peter. You don’t know what to say to him, but luckily, Peter starts the conversation.

“I thought your dad would have told you we can’t be friends anymore.” Peter says crossing his arms and kicking some of the legos that Ned had left here across his floor.

“Why ‘cause you lost your internship? When did that happen by the way?”

“Today.” Peter looks at the floor.

“Right when you and him had to save the Staten Ferry right?” Peter’s eyes jump up to look at you.

“What?”

“I feel like an idiot for it taking so long to connect, but you’re Spider-Man. Which makes total sense. I never should have sent the video to my dad in the first place.”

“Wait, your dad found the video because of you?”

“You think my dad knows how to find Youtube videos?” You can’t help but laugh. “He’s good at science and stuff, but Youtube is not his forte. So why didn’t you just tell me? I know like half a dozen if not more other superheroes. Knowing one more, wouldn’t have been that big of a deal.”

“Your dad made me promise not to tell you.”

“Well he seems to have no problem telling me that you have feelings for me, so why is telling me about your alter ego a big deal?” Peter’s face falls, turning red at the same time.

“He what?” You step across the room, reaching out for Peter, but dropping your hand at the last second.

“It’s not a bad thing. It honestly makes me feel so much better about the fact that I may or may not have been feeling quite similarly about you. But I didn’t want to be that girl that had feelings for the guy a year older than her.” You shrug and your hand tugging your hair forward, trying to find something to fidget with. But Peter’s hand comes up to push your hair away from your face.

“So you’re saying that if I told you I like you…” His hand rests on your cheek.

“Then I would say I like you too.”

“God, Y/N, you’re making this awful day a million times better.” And before you know it, Peter’s leaning in to place his lips on yours. Peter’s kissing you- you should be kissing him back. He takes your lack of movement as resistance and starts to lean away from you, but you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back. You could keep kissing him until you needed air, if your phone wasn’t going off in your back pocket.

“Hold that thought.” You whisper into his lips as you pull out your phone, seeing your dad’s picture. You take a deep breath before picking up the phone. “Yes.”

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, where the hell are you?” Tony’s voice is harsher than you’ve ever heard it.

“I didn’t even know you knew my middle name.”

“Y/N I’m in no mood for games. Where the hell are you? You didn’t ask me to go anywhere and you didn’t ask Happy to drive you. FRIDAY says you requested I don’t ask where you went so I’m giving you a chance to tell me before I just override the system. Where are you?”

“I had to run an errand.”

“And that is at what location?”

“I had to run to Peter’s.”

“Why?”

“Does it really matter? You apparently fired him, so he’s no longer your intern. He’s just my friend.”

“It matters because you are fourteen and you left the house without telling anyone which you promised you wouldn’t do. Security risk remember? I’m sending Happy to pick you up. So finish your conversation by the time he gets there.”

“Fine.”

“And know you’re grounded.”

“How is that any different than how you already make me live? I’m literally allowed to go to school and come straight home?”

“You went to a party did you not?” And you have to bite your tongue to not spoil where you actually went.

“Ugh whatever.” And you hang up the phone.

“You snuck out to come see me?” Peter asks and you look up at him in confusion. Was your phone that loud? “Spidey Senses. I can hear way more than I’m supposed to.”

“Ah. Yeah, kind of snuck out. It’s not like it was really a secret. My dad could have easily hacked my phone if he wanted to.” You run a hand through your hair before looking up at Peter. “I don’t really want to talk about my dad.”

“Ok.”

“There’s a better way we can waste the ten minutes until Happy gets here.” You smile at him, and Peter’s hands wrap around your waist.

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NaNo STORIES — THE CHARTS

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NaNoWriMo recently added a fix, where some projects that didn’t carry over their stats could be manually imported. That gave me an opportunity to look at my progress charts for the first time in ages, and it brought back a lot of memories of my time on those projects. I thought I’d share some of my charts through the years, and talk about my successes and miserable failures!

The time I got a little too cocky…

This is probably the most ‘on par’ I have ever been on a project. I had some drama and travails with this one, but generally was able to keep up. At the very end though, I was hit by some heavy despair about the quality of my writing, and maybe felt a bit too secure in my ability to catch up. I had to pull a few big days at the end, and barely made it in on time.

Stop and go…

I had an okay time with this project, but was having some trouble with a new format, (epistolary style.) I kept having very productive days, followed by several days of inactivity and distractions. This creates the tell-tale ‘stair step’ pattern. Toward the end I got into a better groove for writing everyday (mostly doing sprints with my writing group; they’re a life-saver!) But even then, I was consistently under par until I pulled a big day at the end. Amusingly, on that last day I was constantly updating my count every half hour or so, probably praying I’d finally made the cut.

A nice success story

I started a writing group for this project, who were so encouraging that I actually raised my goal and won a week early! I had a great time that camp, and some big days where I got really into my story and wrote more than I even planned to.

A torturous failure

This one hurts to look at. I won my first NaNo in 2010, (though the stats were apparently lost.) The next year, I was working a terrible, stressful job, and having some very bad personal problems. I had a slow start, and then a week in, realized the story was going to be an arduous disaster and decided to start over. (See the big dip.) After that, I kept going steadily, though never quite able to catch up. I even did a huge push halfway through, before falling into despair for a week and a half. I gave one last effort at the end, but it was too little, too late. I’m proud that I kept trying through the month, but I had a very bad time with it, in a very bad time in my life. 

Misery...

This one hurts even more. Right on November 1st, I had a seizure in the early morning, the first time I’d ever had one. The trauma and stress delayed me for a few days, but I got going… and had another seizure. It hurt a lot to give up, but I knew I’d have to throw in the towel with so many bad things going on. I wish I’d given it another go later in the month, but I understand why I didn’t. 

A return to form

The next year I was determined to win. I tend to always have slow starts, but I kept it up and even started getting ahead halfway through. I remember having some trouble with this story, (got made fun of by some old people for using a laptop at Denny’s too,) but I got into the swing of it, and won handily, even doing some big word days at the end just because I was feeling it. 

A tough challenge 

This year, I had a group of friends writing with me. I tend to have more free time than others and wanted to be understanding of others’ busy schedules. I encouraged them to be NaNo ‘rebels’ and set their own goals, which ranged from the usual 50k all the way to 2k. To feel like we were on an even field, I decided to go for a triple NaNo — 150k. I always wanted to try it, and actually had a pretty decent time, ending up at 165k! (Although that included an abortive start, counting for the extra 15k.) The odd part was, the lower people’s goals were, the less likely they were to reach them. Someone going for 2k only made it to 200. Maybe a challenge boosts your motivation? 

Consistent under-performing

This one is a bit embarrassing. I was feeling lazy this July (as I often do in that hellish summer season.) I had an early slump as is my usual, but didn’t do a big push to make up for it. I was never above, or even at par for the whole month! I had to do a really big push at the end, and barely made it. Worse, I didn’t get to the end of my story either, which is always disappointing. But it was more words than I would have written otherwise. 

Good times, but inconsistent writing 

I’ll end on this one, one of the most pleasant times I’ve had writing. I can’t really explain the stoppy-starty progress, because this story flowed quite well in my memory. It was an incredibly dark and personal story, but I breezed through it and was actually in a pretty good mood. I do, however, remember typing ‘the END’ at 11:55 PM on November 30th and flailing to get it in on time. That’s not the only time I did that, but maybe I’ll save that other one for later.

I’ve been pretty successful with NaNo, but it hasn’t been easy, and I had some disheartening moments. I always try to stick with it until the end, and have faith that I can get make it through, even if it means a last minute marathon. I hope this can be encouraging to anyone having a rough time writing. Even if you don’t get to where you’d most like to be, just showing up every day and doing your best is an amazing feat. Don’t be hard on yourself; there’s always another chance to try again. You don’t even have to wait for November; your story will always be there for you.

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TASK 001 → ❛ interrogation . ❜

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as the men led her into the small room , shiloh could instantly feel herself tensing up . if you placed your faith in anything sora jeong said ( and shiloh didn’t ) , her youngest daughter suffered from an acute issue with authority . from shiloh's point of view , she had no problem with authority. it’s just that generally , authority had a problem with her . she was so used to being lectured to and patronized by adults that held even the smallest amount of power over her , that her mind was already running a mile a minute ; going over excuses and lies for whatever she’d done wrong this time.

the officers seemed to sense her discomfort . “ take a seat , shiloh. we are purely gathering information here . there are no right or wrong answers . ” shiloh simply nodded , sitting down into the metal folding chair , posture stiff as she folded her hands in front of her .

“ can you tell me , to the best of your memory , what happened on the night of december 13 , 2019 ? “

" at the party , you mean? ” shiloh chewed the inside of her cheek , trying to think of anything useful to say. “ uhm , well — i decided to check it out at around nine pm , i think? maybe ten . sorry , my memory isn't the best . i wasn’t really planning to go , but everyone was being really loud and i could hear them from my apartment , and i was starting to feel like a major loser for being holed up in my room and catching up on shows . so yeah , by the time i showed up a lot of people were — the party was in full swing. the mood seemed ... off , though . it felt like everyone was getting drunk to forget about the fact most of them can't stand each other in daylight , ha . it wasn't my kind of scene , so i went to get some fresh air to chat with wolfie — wolfgang beaumont . our resident musical prodigy . i think you’ve already spoken to him . he's a complete dork , but like ... painfully sweet once you get to know him . anyway — i think i decided to go home fairly soon after that . someone told me something about a fire at the party the morning after , but i guess i was already gone by then, because i didn't see anything . ”

“ did you see anything unusual that night ? was anyone acting out of the ordinary ? ”

" not really . as i said , i wasn't really there for that long . " okay , so maybe she'd heard austin talk shit about melanie . what was she supposed to do , list off every person who ever had a problem with melanie ? the metal chair was already starting to hurt her back , she didn't plan to be stuck in the same position for the rest of the night .

“ can you tell me more about your relationship with melanie ? “

“ i don't know . i don't really ... know her. ” she suddenly realized that more than a few people were aware of the type of relationship she and melanie had , and while it wasn't technically a lie , it wasn’t going to look good if she was caught telling half-truths during a missing persons investigation . possibly worse than her wanting melanie to disappear since the day they met . “ look , i'm not her biggest fan , okay ? she isn't an easy person to like . i know people don't like to say that about her , because she's brilliant and passionate and headed for a bright future . but it's not like any of those things make you a good person — like they make it okay for you to just take what you want without caring about who you hurt in the process . so yeah , i try to stay out of her way when i can . we're on the track team together , though . "

“ do you have any reason to believe that someone would want to hurt melanie ? ”

shiloh raised an eyebrow , confusion written plainly on her face . “ why are you asking me that ? you think she's ... hurt? ” the words bring up another memory from the party — melanie crying about overhearing some cruel words from someone she considered a friend . it had almost made shiloh feel bad , especially since she knew melanie thought of austin as a sibling . in fact , it had been one of the reasons she decided to leave early ; she wanted to get out of there before she did something crazy like try to comfort melanie rivera . “ to be honest , i think it's obvious what's going on here . the girl was under too much pressure , she was working herself to the bone . something had to give . she finally had a mental breakdown and escaped to some place where no one knows her name . trust me , i would know . been there , done that. ”

“ do you have any questions about how the case will proceed ? ”

ever since she had been told she wouldn’t be allowed to leave campus until this whole thing had blown over , there was one thing that bothered shiloh . " i guess, kind of ? ... just, why am i here ? as i said , i only really saw melanie during track . i think you'll have better luck with anyone who actually , like , knew her . “ the officer who had been questioning her smiled wanly , straightening the files laid out in front of him before replying . maybe she was imagining it , but it seemed as if he was avoiding eye contact . ” i'm afraid i am currently unable to answer that question . however , i can assure you that if you're not hiding anything from us , you'll be able to go home in no time . ” this time, it was shiloh's turn to avoid looking into the man's eyes.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Period Headcannons

Requested By: @bouncer-rabbit Written by: @hellasweetyanderes, @alloveroliver and @lil-creatorwritings Suitors: Luka, Jonah, Ray, Fenrir, Kyle and Sirius

We know that Sirius wasn’t part of the original ask, but we decided to add him to the list! Hope you guys like it as much as we had fun writing it~

Luka Clemence (by @hellasweetyanderes)

The most lowkey about it he has lots of secret stashes of products in case anyone needs them and just subtly leaves them within reach without anyone realizing who their helpful friend is. Which leaves a lot of wishful people in the black army sad they can't thank this mysterious stranger for helping them out

Said wishful people including you decide to find out the truth for themselves which leaves to a little goose chase across the black army hq trying to figure out who it is

Once all of you discover the truth no one ever really talks about it again but it becomes a normal thing for Luka to find cute lil notes or gifts around hq eventually, you end up being caught by him when he puts two and two together and he is overwhelmed again by everyone's gifts of thanks to him that he feels like he doesn't deserve because to him it was just being nice and not doing anything overly special….

For your pain Luka will always give you some meds and warm up a heating pad and have you lie down. If you are the type that tries to work despite their pain he will really really be close to tying you up if you refuse to rest.

Luka deals with you moodiness the best despite his own ever changing nature and he smooths things over if you are likely to snap at someone and hopefully someone helps the poor fool that is cruel to you and gets you to cry because he will be fighting them

Jonah Clemence (by @hellasweetyanderes)

When you are moody at first he handles it very poorly which causes a slight rift between the two of you. You are more than surprised when the hints you are dropping are going over his head and you learn he doesn't have a single clue.

As it turns out he is completely oblivious because his family was always very sheltering towards their heir and thought it was below his status to deal with such things.

He reads up on what he can from the subtle things you say but he still doesn't understand it all tho so he goes to you and asks a whole bunch of questions which then causes him to square up once he finally understands.

Since then he keeps track of your cycle and he is always overly sweet to you and tries his best to help you but he sometimes messes up so please tell him when he does or he will feel like a failure of a boyfriend.

For your pain Jonah does whatever he needs asap to get you to feel better be it finding some medicine for cramps or making something but he draws the line if you crave something he knows will only give you worse cramps gets you the closest thing to it because of how awful he remembers your pain the first time he made the mistake.

He's gonna throw a hissy fit if you try to work as you feel like your stomach is being stabbed. He will literally cry and then make you cry and both of you are forced to cuddle and play with Pine for the rest of the day.

Ray Blackwell (by @lil-creatorwritings)

He'll notice the subtle hints of your PMS--your rapid mood swings, always complaining about how bloated you feel, being warmer when you cuddle together, seeking for sour or sweet things, but he doesn't know it's your PMS. He's a bit surprised when you mentioned it the first time--being surrounded by men in the headquarters makes him forget about these things--and says to call him if you ever needed anything, even if he's busy with work.

Ray will always hug or cuddle with you when you need the intimacy with Belle taking his place when he's busy with work or meetings. He'll rub your back or stroke your hair in an attempt to help you relax. Belle will snuggle up to you and his little purrs often makes you smile.

When you’re in public, he’ll let you squeeze his hand as tight as you need to when you’re having cramps. It’s one way of letting him know of it, which makes him more aware and would do what he can to help you feel better. He knows that you don’t like making too much small talk when it hurts so he’ll save you the conversation for later and make a swift getaway from people if you’re digging your nails in his palm.

He’s too shy to buy you pads or tampons, but he’s not going to let you know. He will valiantly try on his own, because he goes to the store as your boyfriend, not the King. The look of pain on your face as you try to get out of bed reminds him why he’s there, but in the end, he asks for Sirius to come along with him. Sometimes Seth will butt in and come with him instead.

He’ll deal with your swinging emotions as calmly as he can. Ray’s not one to lose a temper, especially knowing that it’s because of your period and hormones. He’ll let you throw the tantrum and when you’re done, he’ll ask you if you’re okay and take care of you. That often involves hugs and a quiet apology, because you’ve embarrassed yourself with the outburst, but he always reassures you in the end.

Fenrir Godspeed (by @lil-creatorwritings​)

He’s shocked the first time it happens. You’re in too much pain to let him know, and he’s just sitting beside you, his face knotted in a worried expression. He’s asking all kinds of question--where, how much, what it feels like, what you need--simultaneously, and you have to grab his shoulder and squeeze tightly to get him to focus. Fenrir eventually calms down when you explain it to him after the cramps.

Fenrir asks you one time how does cramps feel like, and the description of “it feels like someone’s stabbing your stomach with a sharp knife again and again” leaves him horrified. Now, he always gives you piggy back rides when you need to go to places when you’re having a cramps. Once, he’s carried you all the way back to headquarters from Blanc’s place, since the roads were very bumpy and he figured that you’d end up hurting more if you took the carriage back.

He loves surprising you with little things, so the morning that he brought you some breakfast in bed, he was rattled when you started crying. You thought it was adorable and sweet of him to do so, and you managed to communicate this in between sobs. Now every time you cry over a surprise from him, he does his best to make you laugh and smile instead.

Fenrir will start stocking up on your cravings, no matter how weird they might be. You previously asked him for some bacon and chocolate, then vanilla ice cream and french fries. It’s a weird combination and you’re not sure how to explain it to him either, but he always gets you whatever you want.

He notices that you get tired faster on your period, so he helps out with whatever task you needed to do for today. Sometimes he’ll just make you sit and settle down, taking care of it himself when you’re too tired. He’ll always accompany you on your grocery trips and carry the bags for you all the way back home.

Kyle Ash (by @alloveroliver)

It’s just after breakfast when Alice and Kyle begin to chat about their plans for the day. Alice has some errands she needs to run in the Central Quarter and a few other tasks around the barracks to be completed at once.

Just as Kyle begins to discuss his full weekend schedule with her, Alice clutches her abdomen. The pain starts to twist her insides making her brows scrunch and her teeth grit. Kyle's voice becomes nothing but a mumble to her as his words are lost in the intense pain that overcomes her. Soon, the pain subsides, and Alice takes in a few deep breaths. Kyle’s cold hand comes up to rest on her forearm, bringing her mind back into the present room.

”Are you okay?” Her boyfriend asks after a long pause. “Mm, I’ll be fine. I think my cramps have started.” She bites her lip as another painful wave radiates from her stomach. Someone walks into the dining hall, and Kyle leans forward to her to whisper. “Let’s get you back to your room, and you can rest for a bit.”

She agrees, and he helps walk her back. His arm is behind her back, and Alice moves away. “I don't want to be touched right now.” She quips, crossing her arms as they approach the bedroom door. “That’s fine.” Kyle smiles, lifting his hands in the air in surrender. “Just let me know how I can help you.”

Alice lays on the bed, curled up in a ball while Kyle lists off things that might be able to help. Alice agrees to let him get her a heating pad and a cold rag for her forehead. The duality of the temperatures on her body helps subside the pain, allowing for a minor distraction while also easing her stomach muscles. Kyle offers a variety of her favorite cravings, but Alice waves him off. After eating breakfast, she's too full for any more snacks. Kyle gives her proper pain medication and lays with her in bed on his own side.  He distracts her with silly stories of his times at the bar, dumb things he barely remembers and some he remembers too well.

After the pain medication begins to kick in, Kyle makes plans to help her with all her task for the next day. All her errands and tasks at the army barracks would be finished quickly with his help. Alice smiles at her caring boyfriend, touching his arm from the other side of the bed. “Thank you, Kyle. You’re the best boyfriend a gal could ask for.” She jokes finally since the pain had begun to subside. Kyle blushes and averts his eyes. “I’m just doing what anyone should be doing…”

Sirius Oswald (by @alloveroliver)

Dinner with the black army officers was going well until Sirius noticed that Alice began to speak less and less. Eventually, she wasn’t responding to any aspect of the conversating making him suspicious. She seemed immensely distracted, staring down at her half-eaten plate.

“Are you going to finish up your meal, little lady? It’s unlike you to-” “Shh, please stop talking for just a moment I can't concentrate…” He hears the strain in her voice and grows even more concerned. He drops his utensils and wipes his mouth the napkin. Waiting patiently, he watches her face relax again before speaking. “Would you like for me to take you to our room for the evening?” He whispers just to where they can hear. Alice nods her head yes and puts her hand on his shoulder to stand. The cramps still roll through her abdomen as Sirius excuses them from dinner and leaves to the hallway.

As they walk towards their bedroom, Alice stops along the way to allow for the white-hot pain to pass. Sirius offers quietly to carry her, making sure their conversation can only be heard between them alone. With a huge grin, she agrees. She wraps her arms around his neck, and Sirius moves his down her back and under her knees. He easily carries her down the long halls until they meet their destination. Once inside he lays her on the couch and gives her several pillows to cuddle with.

”Would you like for me to draw you a hot bath. I can add some essential oils and bath salts?” Sirius rubs her back as the pain shoots up her spine. A groggy “Yes... “ followed by a weak whimper comes from her as she presses her face in the plush pillow. He's slow to leave her side, but when he does, he rushes to prepare everything. He drips a few drops of lavender essential oil to help relax her, into the running bath water. The warm steam wafts through the bathroom while he adds a cup full of bath salts that prove to help aid in easing weary muscles. Sirius rolls up his sleeve and mixes the salts into the water making sure they dissolve before getting Alice.

He helps her out of the bedroom and into the warm bathroom. Then aids in putting her hair up in a high bun so it won't get wet. Sirius prepares her a sizeable fluffy towel while she undresses and sinks her body into the water. He leaves her to soak in the bath for a long while. Almost an hour goes by before Sirius returns with a large glass of water and some candied ginger. The ginger should help her turmoiled stomach since cramps are known to make her nauseous, while also giving her something sweet to snack on. He lets her relax and rest for the remainder of the day, making sure he brings by her after-dinner dessert. He’s checking in on her after each of his meetings and paperwork bringing something new to help in any way he can.

[seungcheolsbodyharness]

heart shaped: III

wc: 4.7k

summary: you and jihoon are both full of surprises.

genre: fake dating, fluff, minor angst

a/n: it’s june!!! have some christmas fluff

part one || part two || part three || part 4 || part 5 || finale (in progress)

you find yourself standing in front of jihoon’s door a few days later. it’s christmas, now, and maybe you should have asked first, but you’d decided that morning that it’d be nice to surprise jihoon. you already know he doesn’t have plans.

besides - it’s what a real girlfriend would do, after all. surprise her boyfriend with something sweet, romantic.

so you knock on his door, hear him call out that he’s coming, smile at his surprised face when he sees you standing on his tiny porch.

“did we have plans today?” he asks, surprise rendering his words sharp. he coughs, and tries again. “sorry. were we supposed to hang out today?”

“nope!” you bring your hands out in front of you from where they’d been hidden behind your back and present him with an envelope - nothing big, a pretty card with gift certificate to the record store he’s mentioned once or a few hundred times in the brief time you’ve known him. “just wanted to surprise you. merry christmas, jihoon.”

his eyes go wide and he silently motions for you to come inside. you take off your coat and shoes and settle onto his couch while he remains in the entryway, eyes staring at the card and its contents.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he mumbles. you shrug and smile at him. jihoon dismisses himself to the small office he has off the kitchen, presumably to put his present somewhere safe, but when he comes back he has a small box in his hands. he holds it out to you, not quite meeting your eyes. “sorry it’s not wrapped.”

it’s your turn to be surprised. you take the box from his hands and open it to reveal what appears to simply be a piece of fabric, but as you pull it out of the box you realize that it’s a scarf. it’s beautiful and soft, covered in delicate flowers. you aren’t sure what to say.

“my friend minghao helped me buy it.” you look up at the sound of jihoon’s voice, almost like you’d forgotten he was there. “i’m not very good at buying presents, but i thought i should get you, i dunno. something. it matches your coat.”

blinking, you turn your gaze towards the entry and think that he’s right. the scarf is same color as the coat you’d worn every time you’d met up with jihoon.

“thank you, jihoon.” you smile up at him and wrap the scarf around your neck despite the warmth of jihoon’s living room. “so - um, i was thinking we could go out and do something.”

jihoon thinks for a moment and then nods. “okay.”

the streets are unsurprisingly filled with people. everywhere you look you see couples: matching outfits, leaning closely to share quick kisses, hands clutched tightly together. for just a moment, you’re reminded of spending christmas with your ex, and then jihoon squeezes your hand and asks you if you want to get some coffee. clearing your head, you nod and allow him to lead you to a cafe that isn’t fit to bursting full of people. he tells you to find a seat and that he’ll get your drinks.

you pout, insisting that you’ll wait with him but he declines, giving your forehead a gentle flick as he laughs. “go find us a table before they’re all gone.” you pout again and insist he buy you something sweet as well. he nods, smiling, and you give in, leaving him in line while you peer around for a table.

being alone without jihoon to distract you brings back the thoughts of your ex-boyfriend once more. christmas had always been his favorite time of year, which made spending it with him that much more enjoyable.

which had made it worse when he’d broken up with you on christmas eve.

thinking back to that moment now, you know it’s for the best that you’re not together anymore. this is only your second christmas without him, immediately after not included, and while you were mostly fine throughout the year, spending christmas day alone was still hard for you.

not for the the first time, you’re tempted to check his social media - see if he’s doing something romantic with his new girlfriend. well, she isn’t new. they’d gotten together pretty quickly after your relationship’s demise.

“are you okay?”

jolting, you look up and see jihoon seated across from you. the look on his face isn’t quite worried, but it’s close enough. you laugh nervously and wave it off, “just thinking about something, don’t worry about me.” you smile at him, hoping you’re convincing. “what’d you bring me, hoonie~?”

jihoon blanches and immediately you wonder if you’ve misstepped. he blinks a few times and shakes his head as if to clear it, letting out a long breath. “my ex used to call me that. like, almost more than my name.”

“god, i’m sorry, i won’t say it again.”

jihoon waves a hand, eyes pinched. “no, no, don’t be. you can say it. i just - i dunno, i guess with all the real couples around i couldn’t help but think about her, yknow?”

you hum, nodding slowly. “yeah, i know. so - hoonie is okay? because it’s a very cute nickname.”

jihoon’s cheeks tinge pink and he shrugs. “if you want, i guess.” he slides a mug towards you, whipped cream heavy on the top. “i hope you like caramel hot chocolate.”

“i guess i’m going to find out.” you couldn’t imagine disliking it, and with that you gently bring the cup to your lips and sip slowly. the overwhelming sensation is that it’s hot, so hot, but it tastes delicious nonetheless. you swallow and set the mug back down, and jihoon’s shoulders shake with what you’re assuming is restrained laughter. “what?”

“oh, nothing.” he takes a sip of his own coffee, smirking against the rim, and you frown. using the front-camera on your phone, you realize just what it is he finds so funny.

huffing, you take a napkin from the dispenser on the table and wipe the whipped cream decorating your upper lip. “so…do you want to grab dinner, maybe? i’m sure there’s places doing couple specials tonight. we could probably get a pretty good deal.”

jihoon does laugh, then. “yeah, you’re probably right.”

the two of you finish your drinks and set back out into the cold, immediately bombarded with people handing out fliers for restaurants doing just like you’d thought - advertising couple specials for the holiday. you and jihoon take a few as you walk, figuring you can walk around some more before deciding on where to eat. the walk leads you both towards the park in the center of town, where there’s a light display. it’s nearly dark despite being late afternoon, so you both head down to see things close-up.

the lights reflect prettily on jihoon’s face as you look at several light-up santas, and you wonder if they look as nice on your own. you look over at jihoon and find him looking at you, expression unreadable. you smile at him softly, and he looks away. you follow him on the path through the displays out to the other side, where he stands waiting for you. he holds his hand out for you to take, and says, “i’m feeling in the mood for dumplings. sound good?”

you nod and let him lead you once more.

the evening goes smoothly - you and jihoon manage to keep each other distracted from your respective thoughts, laughing together over dinner and enjoying the buskers out even in the cold. jihoon gets a special, fond look on his face as you stop to watch a young man with his guitar, and you smile.

on the way back to jihoon’s, you ask him about it.

“did he remind you of yourself?”

jihoon hums. “yeah, a little bit. that’s how i got the job i have now, believe it or not. i had sent my resume and my application, of course, but on a whim i attached a youtube video of me busking from a few summers ago. the hiring manager was impressed, so here i am.”

“wow, jihoon, you’re so cool.”

jihoon lets out a little noise, almost as if he’s unused to the praise. “shut up.”

jihoon pulls into his driveway and walks with you back to your car. “for our next fake-date, i wanna take you to the record store. sound good?”

you don’t have to think before responding positively. “do you wanna do that before soyoung’s party?”

“mmm, like go to the shop and then swing by the party? we could do that.” he nods. “i had a good time today.”

“yeah! we’re getting pretty good at this date thing, huh?” you laugh and jihoon chuckles as well.

“okay, well, get home safe. i’ll text you later, okay?” you nod and he moves out of the way of your door so you can close it and drive home for the night.

finally alone with your thoughts, you find them drifting back to jihoon.

december is nearly over. the year is coming to a close.

you wake up on the thirty-first with a strange sort of dread sitting heavy in your chest, but you can’t figure out what it wants. you can’t figure out why thinking about the night ahead makes your heart clench tight.

you go about your day as if on auto-pilot: breakfast, shower, dishes, laundry, texting back and forth with jihoon and soyoung. both of them seem excited about tonight’s party. you don’t have the heart to tell them you’re not sure you feel the same way.

jihoon promised to pick you up around noon - in time for some lunch before heading out to the record shop, and then “there’s something else i want to show you.” that’s what he’d said in response to you wondering if maybe noon was too early - the party wouldn’t start until nine pm at the earliest. you’re eager to see what he has planned, though. jihoon seems too blunt to prepare surprises.

but then, he’s already disprove that.

noon rolls around and once again, jihoon is punctual and you’re running around trying to find something last minute - you let him in at the sound of the doorbell and motion towards the couch while you move quickly back to tearing your room apart.

“can you call my phone, please?” you ask, desperation obvious. “i haven’t been able to find it on my own and i don’t want to leave without it.”

jihoon nods and does as you ask, and you can hear your ringtone pinging in the living room. you scoff, annoyed because you’ve already pulled the cushions from the couch, even looking underneath, to no avail.

when you come into the living room you find jihoon on his stomach, peering into the dark abyss beneath your sofa. “it’s underneath.” he says simply, standing up and brushing himself off. he sets his own phone onto the coffee table and looks at you. “i’ll lift it up, you get under and grab your phone.”

“that’s all well and good, hoonie, but that couch is super heavy and -” jihoon ignores you in favor of doing just what he’d said he would and lifting the couch off the floor. you stand still for a few moments, shocked, before collecting yourself enough to dive to the empty space between the lifted furniture and the floor and retrieve your phone. gently as he can, jihoon sets the couch back into the floor and turns back to you, smirking. holding your phone to your chest, you can’t help but stare at him, mouth agape.

“ready to go now?”

you nod, speechless, and hurry for your coat and your purse.

jihoon will grant to himself he’s happy to see you wearing the scarf.

you get into jihoon’s car, and he drives out of the city.

“hey, you’re not taking me far away to like, kill me, right?” you’re mostly joking. mostly.

jihoon raises an eyebrow but keeps his eyes on the road. “why would i do that? people are expecting us at a party later.”

“that’s a joke, right?”

jihoon peers over at you, face blank. there’s a few beats of silence, and then he bursts out laughing, eyes turning back to the road. you slump back in your chair, immediately relieved, pouting at him.

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you whine, and jihoon continues chuckling. “so where are we going, then?”

“my friend seungcheol told me about this place that has like, the best kimchi jjigae he’s ever had. and,” he draws the sound out, smile bright and mischievous. “there’s a branch of that record shop here too. it’s the original.”

you make a little ‘o’ with your mouth, nodding slowly. “i’m always down for some good jjigae.”

jihoon hums and taps his fingers on the steering wheel. “yeah, when i told cheol i wanted to head out this way he recommended it pretty quick. said he’d brought his girlfriend there once or something.” jihoon doesn’t mention the weird, suggestive faces cheol had made when telling him about the restaurant, nor does he mention the way seungcheol had kept repeating how glad he’d been he’d taken his girlfriend there.

the drive goes quickly enough - you and jihoon chat about a lot of things, somehow managing to avoid altogether the topic of the party. jihoon pulls up to the restaurant and you walk inside, and upon entry, jihoon realizes something. he keeps it to himself, in hopes that he’s wrong, but as the two of you find a seat and a woman comes up to the table to take your orders, jihoon realizes that he’s not.

“first date?” the woman asks, smile small but somehow knowing.

“oh, no.” you tell her, smiling. “we’ve been together a few weeks now. it is our first trip out of the city together, though!”

“ahh, i see. are you here for the kimchi jjigae?” her smile is warm and reminds you of your mother, but jihoon can only think of seungcheol’s smug, knowing face.

“yeah. a friend recommended it.” jihoon’s voice is low, almost sullen. the woman raises an eyebrow at him but quickly returns her attention to you.

“our kimchi beef dumplings are also the best in the area. you’ll have some of those?” she says it like a question, but it doesn’t carry the feeling of one. which is fine. you’re always down for good dumplings, too.

“that sounds great, thank you.”

she leaves the two of you alone at the table, so you turn your attention to jihoon. “are you…like, okay?”

jihoon sighs. he’s about to say something before the woman is back, setting side dishes down onto the table.

“you know,” she says, “our restaurant has a reputation among couples.”

“oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at jihoon.

“that’s right. couples who eat here and eat the kimchi jjigae never break up.” she smiles slyly at jihoon, who isn’t looking at you or the proprietor, and then walks away promising to bring your dumplings soon.

“i didn’t know, i swear.” jihoon blurts. your eyebrows remain raised at him, and he continues. “okay, so, i realized it like, as soon as we got here because i remembered cheol talking about it over and over and fucking over again after he came here last year, and then we got here and i saw his stupid picture on their couple wall. i wasn’t - it’s not like that, i swear.”

you laugh a little, and then it turns into a full stomach laugh. jihoon’s eyes go wide and he’s not sure if you’re laughing at his misfortune in the misunderstanding or at something else, but he figures it’s probably best to wait your laughter out, hoping that you’ll tell him. eventually it subsides, and you sigh before a few residual chuckles slip out. “it’s - it’s okay, jihoon, i’m not mad, it’s just that it seems like even after we’ve ‘gotten together’ people can’t stop interfering in our relationship.” you take a sip of your water and smile at him. “besides, if the jjigae is magic, it won’t work on us. we’re not really a couple.”

jihoon’s face lights up and he says “oh. you’re right.” even as a ‘couple’, seungcheol had seen fit to nose his way into your relationship. “i’ll probably kill him tonight. maybe. maybe some other time.”

“definitely after the jjigae though. magic or not, i bet it’s delicious.”

jihoon laughs. “i bet you’re right.”

your food gets brought out, dumplings and jjigae both, and the woman smiles sweetly at you as she sets it down. “it’s meant to be shared, of course. enjoy.”

you and jihoon smile politely back and then dig in, food just as delicious as you’d been promised. relationship magic be damned, the taste of it could be described as nothing other than magical.

“so, before you kill seungcheol for meddling,” you say after the meal is done, the two of you on your way back out to jihoon’s car, “you should still thank him for sending us here. that really was the best kimchi jjigae i’ve ever had.” you pat your stomach happily - you felt too-full, but in the good way.

jihoon huffs, tapping the address of the record shop into the gps on his phone. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

it’s only a short drive from the restaurant to the record shop, which despite the early saturday afternoon is nearly empty.

“good,” jihoon says when you mention the lack of shopgoers. “it’s easier to think and find something good when there aren’t people hovering around.”

you stand back while jihoon does his thing - thumbing through records with a concentrated look on his face: brows drawn together, lip stuck between his teeth. his mouth quirks to one side and you think he may be biting the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting up to a nearby shelf before he walks over to it. he searches through the stock here, too, and you wonder if maybe he’s looking for something specific. he finishes at the shelf and when he turns to look for more, he catches you watching him.

“aren’t you going to look for something?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

you shake your head. “records aren’t really my thing. i just knew you really wanted to come. besides, i like watching you look. you’re so…in your element here.”

something twists in jihoon’s chest and he turns away from you before you can see the blush rising on his cheeks. sensing that you’ve embarrassed him, you turn away and begin thumbing through the collection of records behind you. you get distracted looking at the cover art, careful not to treat any merchandise with disrespect, and it’s quite a few minutes later that you peer out of the corner of your eye you and notice that jihoon has left this section of the store, wandered off somewhere else, but you’re enjoying yourself where you are. jihoon knows where he left you, you figure, he’ll come find you when he’s done.

he does exactly that a few minutes later, after you’ve moved to another rack to look at more albums.

“i thought you weren’t into records?” he asks, tone soft.

you shrug your shoulders, still looking at the album in your hands. the art is so simplistic - just a small cloud on a blue sky background and nothing more. “i don’t.” you respond, putting the record back and turning to face him. “but i liked looking at the covers, i guess.”

jihoon knows this, though. while you’d been absorbed with cover art and he’d been wandering, he’d come back by the section you’d been in to check on you, make sure you weren’t standing there alone and unsure of what to do. unintentionally he had gotten stuck watching you browsing just like you had watched him, and he had seen you poring over a particular cover for a number of minutes before putting it back. and even after that, you had ended up going back to it, fingers tracing delicately over the artwork.

jihoon had wandered off again after that, deciding it best to leave you to it until either you sought him out or he finished his shopping, whichever came first.

which brought the two of you to the moment at hand. jihoon stood before you with a few bags in his hands, one of which he wordlessly holds out to you. assuming he just wants you to hold it you take the bag from him and start heading for the exit, and jihoon follows you back to the car, where you both place the shop bags into the backseat. checking the clock on the dashboard, it’s already a little after four, and the drive back to the city will take about an hour and a half which leaves you with hours still to go before the party. the two of you settle in, jihoon sets up the gps once more, and you hit the road.

“so was there anything else you wanted to do before the party?” you ask. “there’s not really a point in you dropping me off at home just to come pick me back up later, you know?”

“yeah, i told you earlier, remember? there’s something i want to show you. i don’t know if it’ll take like, three hours, but…we’ll see.”

oh. you had assumed the “something” had been the restaurant, or perhaps even the original branch of the record shop he loved so much in seoul. “what is it, hoonie?”

jihoon looks at you from the corner of his eye and smirks. “you’ll see.”

you groan. “haven’t you surprised me enough for one day? first the day trip, then the magic jjigae, now what?”

“you’ll see.” jihoon repeats smoothly. “also, the magic jjigae wasn’t - i already told you i didn’t realize where cheol was sending us.”

“i’m just teasing, hoonie. i trust you.” you smile at him brightly before turning back to your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed. smiling to yourself, you turn quickly and snap a picture of jihoon to post online.

jihoon drives deep into the heart of the city, into the underground parking lot of a building you’ve never seen before - not before saying hello to the man working the security gate. he pulls the badge hanging from his rear view mirror and throws it over his neck, taking you by the hand as he leads you to the elevator. he swipes his badge to get the elevator going to a specific floor, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as the two of you travel upwards.

you step out once the doors open, jihoon leading the way. the guard working the desk looks up from his book and smiles big and wide at the sight of jihoon.

“evening, mr. lee!” he waves and jihoon waves back as he comes to a stop in front of the desk. “and who is this?”

“ah, this is my girlfriend.” he introduces you to the guard, who introduces himself as “dongsoo, miss!” and exclaims at how nice it is to meet you.

“dongsoo only works weekends, lucky bastard.” jihoon grumbles goodnaturedly.

dongsoo laughs. “that may be so, but no one forces you to come in on saturdays, mr. lee.”

jihoon shrugs. “i work best here. i get too…comfortable at home. and will you please just call me jihoon.” dongsoo smiles at that.

you raise an eyebrow at jihoon but say nothing. the two of you say goodbye to dongsoo as jihoon leads you down a long hallway lined with doors, going down until he reaches door 0526.

“this is me.” he says, voice soft, sliding up the keypad and putting in the passcode. he opens the door and leads you inside, revealing a small studio lit only by soft purple neon lighting.

“do you always work in the dark? that’s bad for your eyes.” you say it without thinking, but it’s true, and when jihoon doesn’t respond to turn towards him to see if you’ve maybe made him mad. he’s looking at you, clearly shocked. “what?”

he blinks, cocking his head back and scratching the back of his head. “no, it’s just that no one has really ever said anything like that. i mean….i don’t really bring people here, to be fair. woomin has been once or twice…seungcheol comes up and bothers me constantly even though he definitely has better things to be doing in his own department. a few others here and there. but everyone just talks about how cool the neon is.”

“well, yeah, it’s cool, but i bet you get headaches all the time.” you take a seat on the couch as jihoon plops himself into his computer chair.

he hums. “yeah…i do, actually.” you put your hands up as if to say “see, i told you.” and jihoon laughs. “yeah, okay, i’ll look into getting some better lights.”

“good. i’m glad.” you play with your scarf as jihoon logs into his computer and opens a few programs before turning back to you.

“i want to play something for you, if that’s okay.”

“oh!” you probably shouldn’t be as surprised as you feel. you are in his studio, after all. “okay, sure, go ahead. i mean, you should probably know i can’t give the kind of feedback you really need, since i’m not like, into music, but -”

jihoon puts up a hand to stop you. “it’s okay, you don’t need to give me any sort of feedback, i just…i just want you to hear it.” you nod, and jihoon clicks a few buttons, and the small room fills with music.

the tune is slow, and sweet, and you recognize jihoon’s voice immediately as it comes in over the instrumentals. jihoon’s voice and the music behind it build slowly, a quiet force by the time the chorus comes in for the first time, followed by a decrescendo of the music as jihoon’s voice stays strong. the instrumentals rise once more as the chorus approaches again, jihoon singing words of anguished adoration. the song ends softly, gently, fading off into silence followed by the click of jihoon’s mouse. he turns to look at you, almost shy. “so, i know i said you didn’t need to give me feedback, but um - did you like it, at least?”

you bite at your lip, blinking a few times before you answer. “ye-yeah, jihoon, it -” your eyes meet his and his face is like stone. clearly your opinion on this means more than he lets on. “it’s beautiful. it’s - it’s so sad, jihoon.” he nods, biting at his own lip. “is it - it’s about -?” you can’t bring yourself to finish. it doesn’t matter, he knows what you mean.

“yeah, it’s about her.” he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “i’ve written dozens of songs since our breakup, but…this one, this stupid song, has been giving me nothing but trouble. i’ve been determined to finish it but i kept getting stuck.” he turns and looks at you. “until the other day. uh, christmas. after you left i went back in and poured…a lot of feelings into this stupid song. so much came bubbling up i…i worked all night at it but…it’s done. it has no power over me, anymore.”

you get the feeling he’s referring to more than just this song, but you keep it to yourself. “so…can i ask? why was it so important to show it to me? i would have heard it eventually, probably. in the top 40s or something.”

jihoon laughs. “because without you and the christmas date, i don’t think i ever would have finished it. i wanted to…thank you, i guess.” he checks the time on the computer monitor. nearly six-thirty. he turns back to you. “do you want to see what else i’m working on? we can get delivery if you get hungry, and then we’ll go at like nine. soyoung won’t forgive us if we don’t show up. or we can go do something else. it doesn’t matter to me. at all. really.”

you laugh. he’s definitely right about soyoung.

“no, jihoon, it’s okay. i like watching you work. show me everything.”

[iamacoward-icannotchange]

Pouring the heart out.

I always try to be a good person and I constantly fail doing so. I’ve checked a million times if I am a sociopath or a psycopath because I am afraid of being one; I’ve made self introspection a million times to check my terrible behaviors. I’ve searched for an explanation, I’ve hated myself, I’ve confronted my fears; I’ve done so much shit, to yet, not be able to improve myself. Now, with the quarantine, it’s the only thing that has gone through my brain. Having nightmares every night is about to drive me insane; after months of always going to bed so tired that it was impossible to remember my dreams. Being away from where I grew up means I’m deprived from everything I at some point considered familiar (but not loved).

I’ve heard a lot of explanations... I’ve heard that my problems come from masculinity, from not being thankful enough, from being sexist and from an infinity of reasons that don’t seem to adapt to what I feel. In the end, everything sounds like my fault and as much as I try; there’s something inside me that can’t change...

The more and more I try to be better, the more problems I run into. I’m always a toxic friend, a bad student, a terrible boyfriend, a terrible brother and a terrible son to my mother. I tend to joke that I still live to finish graduate school; but it’s not an actual joke, I have fetishized that after having a successful career I’ll be able to separate from all this people I dissapoint. I even, in the end, decided to study something STEM-related to be able to make the amount of money I thought it was necessary to run away.

I write these words being absolutely aware of how aggressive and toxic I am; how my girlfriend and I are a complete shitshow of yelling, how before her I called a girl every time I was drunk expecting her to tell me she loved me, how I get angry at my friends as soon as they treat me like a stupid and especially I am incredibly aware of the things that I say when anxiety and anger overcome me. I know I’m a piece of garbage, avoid reminding it. And yes, I am also incredibly aware of my privilege of growing as a heterosexual white male in an upper middle class family from a third world country.

I just can’t forget one of my recurring nightmares during this time; one of the most sad and unfair scenes of my entire life, something I lived when I was probably around 11 or 12 years old (it’s not relevant). I already warn to the readers that the following lines might trigger some unexplored emotions and feelings.

My sister and I went to private school, a very well known and prestigious bilingual school in our country; this was a project of my dad, he wanted us to be successful people like him. Both of us assisted that school from our first school years to the last ones which in the end gave us a big step ahead in life; at a high monetary cost which my dad always paid gladly. The school was highly strict, since kindergarten and my parents had some trouble with the system since they were divorced and a lot of material from the school was in english and my mom is a monolingual.

I always was a troubled child, always trying to get attention from my classmates and teachers. I didn’t cause much trouble, but I had (and have) a very aggressive personality, which according to my parents is a bit unexplicable. I never had friends during kindergarten, nor during elementary school; I played Pokémon alone and started playing MMORPGs when I was around 11 because of this. During that time I also became addicted to reading, since my mom usually didn’t like me to go out with friends because I was problematic. Since I always got angry at my classmates because of offensive jokes and stuff, my mom constantly received calls from school becuse of my aggressive behavior.

I was also very aggressive to my sister. I always had mood swings and got very aggressive as soon as she pushed certain buttons. I am incredibly ashamed and I feel a huge amount of guilt because of this.

One day, most likely after a lot of problems from my side... My sister received an appointment with the kindergarten teacher. My mom came from work and saw it, after seeing it she started yelling like crazy. She usually sent us to bed at 8 pm and we had to keep our door open and avoid waking her up. The memory is blurry, but I was already in bed, I just remember seeing her and listening to her, going towards my sister’s room. She got in, kept yelling and my sister kept crying; I heard a couple of noises of my mom hitting her, she cried inconsolably.

After that, my mom called my dad and said he had to go to the appointment, because she wasn’t going to go through that shame and she was not going to ask for a day at her job. My dad, since he’s an great Dr. and academic (but even greater dad), had a more flexible schedule and were able to go. Days later I heard about the outcome of that appointment, it was an appointment that was sent to most parents; it was to speak about the development of the kid in the second language the school taught... I’ve never seen something so unfair in my entire life, she suffered just because my parents had to go to an appointment; my sister at that time was the most pure and innocent human being so far and I didn’t do anything. I probably even made it worse because of all the problems I had at school...

There’s not enough words to say sorry, sister. I’m sorry I was not able to do anything... I’m sorry for generating the trouble that made mom think that way. I’m sorry because I was aggressive...

I’m sorry sister... I was supposed to protect and do something you and I fucked up.

[xopheliasunflowerx]

So my confession, I didn’t want to hold it back so yeet (long as)

This shit is long, it explains my disorder, some personal symptoms and stories and explains the disorder. You probably won’t read it all, I wouldn’t either but that’s me, I tried not to offend anyone and not everyone does the same thing! Please be respectful if you have a problem PM me

So I have ADHD, and it’s hard to live with. ADHD stands for Attention-Decfict/Hyperactivity Disorder, it’s an attention difficulty with hyperactivity and impulsiveness. ADHD is a ‘neurodevelopmental’ disorder, meaning it’s the brain function. The symptoms can be different in everyone but I’ll name the common ones (I’ll also explain my personal symptoms too)

The Behaviour side: aggression, excitability, fidgeting, hyperactivity, impulsivity, irritability, lack of restraint, repetitive or words/actions.

Cognitive side (memory): absent-mindedness, trouble focusing, forgetfulness, problem paying attention, short attention span.

Mood: anger, anxiety, boredom, excitement and mood swings

It’s also common to have a learning disability with it (which I do) meaning you have to explain things more clearly than already. And depression, meaning you can have depression without having a reason, or you just over think the negatives and think it’s true. As I am diagnosed with ADHD I can easily be depressed just by a simple thing really, for you it may sound dumb but it’s true. I wouldn’t call us ‘attention seekers’ but we sort of are I guess as I want attention but not in a way that we want it. I don’t really know how to explain it but we want attention but we draw attention to ourselves and create a huge mess, well I’m not sure with others but I do.

So these are some of the symptoms explained and some of my personal ones.

You can be distracted easily and absent-minded, which I do. And it’s hard because I have to learn stuff but sometimes it doesn’t make sense and I always ask to be explained to me again and they get frustrated when I don’t get it which is explainable but it makes me feel really upset about it. Like for example I’ll play a game, I had difficulty with Batman: Arkham Knight Riddler race tracks, there was one where you had to glide to click a button but I never understood how. I would get angry and frustrated then finally give up. I did eventually did it and now it’s easy but even the simple things can be difficult to do. I can’t pronounce some words (mainly because something caused that which I won’t explain) and it’s very hard. Math is hard, as it can be for others but I could never do it I would have teachers and students explain to me but I’ll be there like what? I had a tough time with my 3 time tables back in year 5 (fifth grade) and now I’m 18 and I just learnt them (simply because of work) and I’m pretty proud.

I have difficulty in focusing on what needs to be done like writing for an example, I read that people with ADHD can be into something like obsessed then only focus on that (which is me writing for certain people) then we suddenly get bored of it and move on to something else. I get bored very easily that’s why I don’t write as much because I’m bored of writing the same character with some what similar scenarios that’s why I’ve been less writing. It sucks, because I really do wanna write but I can’t be bothered to do or so. Also it can be very hard on focusing on something else rather than the task at hand, we would get distracted by anything, a window, door, pen anything. So I would leave my task unfinished because I have no interest in finishing (a lot of imagines are unfinished because I just can’t be bothered to finish them) and when I do finish they are rushed and unorganised (as having ADHD we are very unorganised and messy my room for an example is a mess).

We would also avoid task that we don’t want to do, like a simple chore or homework. I never did my homework never I never studied either like I never knew how to study and it just bored me, and I would get distracted easily. I would get distracted by the colours of my highlighters and just draw instead. You might be wondering how did you not get a detention? You’re probably not but I’ll tell you anyway, I would say I forgot it or I would never go to detention and I would always hide.

I happen to forget a lot, it’s terrible really I also happen to lose things very easily. So when I mis place something I get frustrated easily because I remember putting something somewhere else. Like example, when painting I happen to put my rubber (eraser) somewhere say it’s next to me for an example then when I’m looking for it I can’t find it and I get annoyed. Then I find it and I go back to what I’m doing. That happens A LOT! I did it last night with lip cream I put it on my bed and I went for a shower then suddenly it’s gone, I can’t remember where I put it. Memory isn’t my friend. It’s hard having a memory of a literal gold-fish because we need to remember stuff especially if it involves something important or family/friends, like I keep forgetting how old my parents are and when my dad’s birthday is which is terrible.

I happen to fidget a lot, it’s annoying for most people but it’s something for me to be distracted by. No fidget spinners are not something I fidget with, they’re not right for me anyway. I usually fidget with my hair (I twirl my fingers with it) a pen or I drum my fingers against something. People mistake that I’m nervous when really I’m not, I even got threaten by my teacher that she’ll cut my hair if I continued twirling my hair (which I actually don’t remember that). But you can tell when someone with ADHD is nervous, reading facial expressions and if they’re shaking like if they’re playing with their fingers watch carefully are they shaking, sweaty, also if it’s sort of faster than usual. I would drum my fingers against my thighs in a fast pace when I’m nervous. Also usual symptoms for nervousness, lip biting, no eye contact, looking around the room, is common too (well as I do it). I was having a very bad anxiety when I saw well... I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend because we’re not dating so uh significant other maybe coming into my friends car as we were picking him up. I was nervous as hell, because well I didn’t shower, didn’t brush my hair or teeth (because I was sleeping over at a friends house unexpectedly) and I usually get nervous around him. I tapped my fingers against my thighs to calm myself, I looked around then stared at the window. He then grabbed my hand and squeezed it to comfort me, I then played with his fingers to distract myself once again.

Now this one really pisses people off, I repeat what I say only because I don’t remember telling people before. I would tell a story to a friend and then they’ll say yeah you already told me that. I get all awkward and embarrassed about it feeling super dumb for repeating it, I only recently found out that’s a symptom for having ADHD and I’m actually surprised because I thought it was just me. But I understand that it’s clearly annoying for others to hear the same thing over and over again. I don’t mean to repeat myself, and I feel so dumb when I do but my memory just likes to leave a lot. Forgetfulness is horrible when you’re in a relationship too, like I told him (significant other) my middle name and I never knew I did until I actually found the messages and I told him again like three weeks after I felt really stupid, but he didn’t say anything and he just stared at me weirdly.

So being ADHD is a mess, we can’t organise for shit. I probably already explained this but there’s a symptom of me having ADHD. I would be ready and organised for writing then suddenly it turns out something way worse than I imagined it to be which is why I take SOOOOO LONG writing. I have some friends with OCD and I find it hilarious just to annoy the shit outta them, they won’t come to my house anymore because of my room. So when I find out someone has OCD I’m a bully to them, but I only move things around imperfectly and then I stop for awhile then I do it again. I only do it for fun not just to be mean, they get back at me in their own ways. Like a guy at work who is 6’3 teases me about my height 5’2 which I don’t really care, because i then pull out the mustard packet and put it into the ketchup packets which annoys him, he gets me back by saying how forgetful I am.

So when talking to me in person is a difficult task, I would see your lips move but I won’t hear anything as I just space out, I try to pay attention but I just can’t. I would ask them to repeat it for me and then I would listen sometimes. This is annoying to me and everyone, someone would ask me to grab something and I would ask them to repeat themselves like three times until I finally understood what they wanted. Happened yesterday someone wanted pancake lids but I heard pancakes so I thought they wanted me to wrap them up or get more until he told me again which I felt so stupid about it and I finally got them. I apologised but they’re already frustrated with me and customers so yeah. It’s hard, it’s not a hearing thing we just zone out. We try to listen we do, it’s not our fault. It’s harder in relationships but I don’t think I’ve been in a longer relationship to experience that, I also don’t tell them my disorder until i’m comfortable or I need to.

So about that forgetfulness, we also forget to do stuff daily. I forget to eat because I’d be so distracted in something my hunger just jumps out the window. And recently it’s been happening a lot and it’s been worrying some of my close friends and my significant other. But I do feed myself, sometimes it’s motivation to get up and eat and I don’t cook so that’s another reason I don’t eat much. I sound stubborn but it’s true, I do eventually eat when I remember and I eat then I forget later. I don’t have a eating disorder it’s just remembering to eat as we’re distracted. Also I don’t know if this happens to other people with ADHD but when I’m off medication I usually eat a lot and when I’m on it I rarely eat (but I eat). That happened when I was younger now I either eat or don’t when I’m off medication.

Lack of sleep is a big one, I thought I had insomnia but I found it it’s just my ADHD again, there’s no surprise there. Reason we rarely sleep because of that hyper is still kicked in, for me it gets worse at night as I tend to be more active and hyper at night. The mind keeps going as we’re trying to sleep and random thoughts like to come up so we’re always on the internet searching the most random things. So we’re lucky to have five hours of sleep, the most. I did have sleeping medication but they would usually take awhile to kick in and I just barely took them because there’s no point. They would knock out anyone else as my mum took them but they would just work on me.

We would talk more than usual, yes that’s a thing. We talk a lot, we can also change the subject randomly without a warning. So saying we’re talking about dogs then suddenly we change the subject to how does ovens work. We also interrupt others when speaking but we don’t mean to, I would immediately apologise for the intrusion and then go back to being quiet. We can be quiet at points, which could scare some people but we’re just thinking or being distracted by a squirrel or something. We talk a lot when we’re excited about something, when I’m obsessed with something I want to talk to someone about it but they don’t as I’ve already spoken to them about it a lot. Having an obsession is hard because you want to talk to someone about it but when you do you don’t want to talk about that obsession anymore. Yes we easily change obsessions a lot, like last year I was obsessed with Gotham and Teen Wolf And Riverdale, I lost interest in Riverdale there was too much and the first season was better in my opinion. I then got into Detroit Become Human and I loved it, then I got into Harry Potter. Now I’m currently into Spider-Man and the Avengers because WHY NOT!

So I’m gonna list some smaller symptoms that you probably didn’t know but meh. So there’s no such thing as sugar rush or having a hyper mode when you have coffee or staying up late because of it, it doesn’t exist. Because we’re already hyper and active that sugar and caffeine doesn’t effect us at all, but we would get a rush on something else mine was Red Doritos, I would get hyper when I ate those, I don’t now which is good. I forgot my other one which sucks I’ll probably edit it later and add it on. AH YES MOODSWINGS, we have bad mood swings. We’ll be happy then the next thing we’re upset. I think it’s because we’re always day dreaming and absent-minded we can think of the negative things which I do a lot. I end up going through a break down thinking of how much I hate myself, no one loves me, my friends are using me. Dreams also doesn’t help, I had a dream where my significant other asked out my friend which hurt me so much, I didn’t confront him about it because he’s in a different country and the service there is terrible and I don’t want to annoy him with my problems. When in a relationship I always doubt them because of my negative thinking, like why are they dating me, are they using me, are they cheating on me, what hurts most is that they’re not yours and you’re questioning if you can trust them. I told him I have ADHD, but I don’t think he knows what it means, which I will be asking when I see him again (as texting could make it worse) and I want to explain to him. I don’t like to talk seriously with him as we’re only seeing each other but I feel like we need to talk about it, and yes I avoid it and he can always tell that there’s something wrong so I do explain it but I feel like we’re not dealing with it permanently. It also doesn’t help that we’re distant, because it makes it worse and my questioning more severe. I feel like I’m taking it too much and drawing attention to myself simply because of that consent worrying and we’re not dating but he has his reasons and I have mine. Now I’m going off topic about ADHD, but that’s what our negative thinking can turn into. With that it’s harder to make friends and fit in, I couldn’t have just one friend, because I get annoyed with one person for awhile and I try to distant myself from them without explaining and I feel guilty afterwards, It sounds horrible yes but we get bored and want to hang around with others. I haven’t done it in a long time which I’m proud but we do want to hang out with others or just to be alone, we want a new adventure. We do appreciate our alone times, as we’re always day dreaming and just need that peace to relax. But yes we get bored easily of it.

The good parts of having ADHD, there are some good parts, we’re very creative as we’re always day dreaming we create ideas and so on. I find it weird because my star sign is Pisces and I find it weird that having ADHD, and as Pisces are extremely creative and I am but they also day dream a lot which I do. I don’t know I found it weird that Pisces and ADHD are some what similar but aren’t. We see things differently, we look at a plan wall and wonder what would it look like if we threw colours or sparkles on it. We make the simple things into art, and it’s actually easier to write in detail as we can just imagine it. Writing isn’t an issue when you have an idea it’s actually really fun, it just motivation to finish it. Some people can’t think when they’re listening to music, well I can I can think clearly with the sound blasting through my ears, I imagine a scenario sometimes with the song, just depends on the song and who with.

So living with ADHD can be difficult in daily life, but is also useful. It sucks yes, but I’m glad I have it I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t say I’m proud of having it but it does help me, well sometimes I guess. I do find the things where I mis place, I do get over my overthinking, and I do eventually remember things. I wish people would do research before judging an ADHD person, we’re not just hyper as everyone thinks we are there’s more to it. If you notice the little things we do you would actually begin to recognise a pattern and connect a dot that those are our symptoms and beware of those in the future. I probably didn’t add a lot of other symptoms but you can research those, I did because I wanted to know. Having ADHD isn’t just an excuse either, it’s a explanation of why we can’t do certain things, I hope some of you understand that. And yes we can be frustrating a lot but take your time with us, we can be patient and if you tell us that we’re making you frustrated and please explain why, we might get angry or upset but that’s us we can’t help it. We will slowly get there, and if we fall we always pick ourselves back up because that’s they way we are taught. I’m sorry for rambling lol just needed to get this off my chest ya know.

[smolspiderboy]

Love & Baseball ~ Scott Reed

Request: Hi can i request a scott reed imagine where the reader doesnt go to liberty high (she does online/homeschool) but they meet through a summer job and start dating, but when school starts back up he never wants her to come to games or parties or anything and one day she surprises him at one of his games and he gets really mad and doesn’t want to introduce her to his friends and she thinks its bc hes embarrassed by her or cheating or something worse but it turns out he just doesn’t want her to know that he’s friends with such awful people and likes that their relationship is private and he can get away from it all when hes with her

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

A/N: @sunshinegally requested this and i’m so happy they did! I love them and they are absolutely amazing (: This was honestly so much fun to write and I’m super sorry it took me so long to post it. I really hope you like it even though it kinda sucks. Also I’ve been super busy with school and family this summer. But i’m back and better than ever so go ahead and request imagines and ships now!

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of Bryce Walker (ew)

You never would’ve imagined that working at the local Dairy Queen for the summer would be the best decision of your life. Usually teenagers dreaded going back to work during the summer and originally this was the case for you. At least until you met him. Scott Reed, the most wonderful, fun-loving, and caring guy in this small town. This boy meant everything to you and this was the best summer of your entire life. But of course, summer always comes to an end.

“Scottie, I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine.” You smile at him leaning into his open arms. This was the usual date night for you and Scott, laying in bed watching movies together. It may seem simple and lame to others but the both of you loved the idea of being close to one another and not having to do fancy/expensive things to make each other happy.

“Babe, if anything I’m the lucky one. I mean have you seen yourself? You’re basically a Goddess.” Scott remarks, true infatuation evident in his eyes. “Spending time with you is my favorite activity.” He places a kiss onto your temple.

“I love spending time with you too. I’m so sad that school starts back tomorrow.” You fill a twinge of guilt wash over you because Scott goes to Liberty High and you’re currently homeschooled. “You’ll be so busy with homework and sports that I won’t get to see you as often.” You pout.

“Y/n, you’re one of my top priorities don’t worry about any of that. I can always make time for my girl.” He smirks peppering your face with kisses.

“You’re too cute, Scott Reed. Too cute.” You chuckle rolling on top of him.

“Only for you y/l/n.” He winks pulling you back down to him so that he can easily wrap you in a hug. “I can’t wait for you to come see me play baseball in the Spring. The teams going to be great this year. We have so much to work for since Jeff Atkins isn’t with us anymore.” He slowly looks down, you can tell how close him and Jeff were. Losing a friend is always hard, especially if they were your closest teammate.

“Oh yeah. Just look for the loudest girl cheering in the bleachers every game. That will be me.” You genuinely smile feeling great about your relationship.

“Gotcha babe. Spring can’t come fast enough.” Scott chirps giving you a slow and passionate kiss.

Times skip to Spring

As your relationship with Scott progressed from the summer forward it seemed as if it couldn’t get any better. The world just seemed better when you and Scott were together and you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. But of course nothing is perfect at all times.

Scott seemed to have been distancing himself lately and you honestly had no idea why. Things seemed to be perfect earlier but as soon as baseball season started he started going to parties with the team and not inviting you. Thoughts raced through your head wondering what you have done wrong but no logical explanation came to your mind except that Scott was either embarrassed of you or cheating on you. Actually no, Scott would never do that to you. But this still made no sense at all.

“Hey Scott, it’s y/n. Just wanted to check in and make sure the baseball game is tomorrow at 5?” You ended the voicemail feeling slightly awkward leaving a message. You were always a little awkward at phone calls and expressing your feelings when you aren’t face to face. Luckily Scott had invited you over this afternoon after practice so you could see him then.

“Hey.” You greet him with a kiss. “Did you get my voicemail earlier?”

“Oh yeah, I was just about to call you back but I remembered you were coming over today anyway.” He says moving out of the doorway letting you enter his home.

“Oh yeah that makes sense.” You mentally facepalm yourself.

“But coach rescheduled the game tomorrow for next week.” He says visibly frowning. “But I’ll try to see if you can get into that game.” He says instantly replacing his previous frown with a smile.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I just can’t wait to see my baby in action.” You giggle sitting down on the couch beside him.

“I’ll make sure we win just for you.” He places a soft kiss onto your lips. “But the team is a little shaky this year without Jeff and since there’s so much drama going around Liberty.”

“Drama? What happened?” This was the first time he’s told you about drama on the baseball team. Usually he makes it seem like they all walk on clouds and are perfect. Especially a boy named Bryce Walker. But you might be wrong.

“Ah well it’s nothing really.” He shrugs it off obviously not wanting to go into further detail.

“Oh alright.” You whisper feeling a little upset that he isn’t sharing his problems with you. “Well I hope everything turns around before the seasons over.” You try to lighten the mood.

“Doubt it.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You question barely able to understand what he says.

“Oh um, I said let’s eat. My mom made us some dinner.” He stands up outstretching his hand towards you. “M’lady.” This makes you chuckle.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You meet his hand with yours and walk into the dining room with his parents. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Reed.” You smile receiving a hello back. They all begin to eat once you sit down and for awhile dinner goes by in complete silence. A silent dinner isn’t abnormal in the Reed household though. Scott usually isn’t home until late at night due to practice and both of his parents work crazy schedules. Mr. Reed breaks the silence though.

“So Scott, how was practice?” Mr. Reed asks after taking a bite of his food.

“It was pretty good. The team’s a little rusty right now.” He refuses to make eye contact.

“Well I hope that you guys can catch a few wins this season.” His dad laughs a little. “How is that Bryce kid doing?” When this question leaves his dad’s mouth you notice Scott physically freeze and look upet.

“I don’t really wanna talk about Bryce right now dad. I’m going to the bathroom.” Scott gets up and leaves the table.

“Sorry about that y/n, Scott’s been a little iffy lately with baseball.” Mrs. Reed apologizes

“It’s fine Mrs. Reed. Baseball is really important to Scott and he probably just wants to make you proud.” You smile at her before taking a bite of the mashed potatoes.

“Are you planning on coming to the game tomorrow?” Scott’s dad asks making you look up quicky.

“Oh they have a game tomorrow?” You question feeling slightly suspicious of Scott’s statement earlier.

“Yes, it is a home game at 5 pm.” Mrs. Reed chimes in.

“Hm alright. I will try my best to be there.” You mutter while attempting to force a smile. Scott comes back after that conversation and you pretend everything is fine. After dinner you make up an excuse to leave so that you can go home and clear your head.

Why would Scott lie to you? What is he hiding? These questions filled your head throughout the night, keeping you from falling asleep. Scott never lies to you. Never. Something is definitely wrong.

The next afternoon

You’re getting dressed for the baseball game when you receive a text from Scott.

Scott: Hey babe, I miss you so much. 😫

Y/n: I miss you too 😔

Scott: Maybe we could hang out later tonight?

Y/n: I’m actually busy tonight. But maybe tomorrow?

Scott: Tomorrow is fine with me (:

As you finish applying your makeup you grab your keys and begin heading out the door. Coming to Scott’s secret game could either be a really good idea or a really bad idea.

As you arrive you try to blend in with the crowd so that way Scott won’t notice you until later when you run up to him and hug him. The baseball game lasts for awhile and soon it’s the last inning and Scott is up to bat. The pitcher throws a fastball but Scott swings with just the right amount of force and speed to send it flying across the field and over the fence. He hit a homerun!

“Woo!!! Go baby!!!” You accidentally yell once he runs around the bases making it back home. He quickly turns around and spots you and forces a very uncomfortable smile onto his face. He gives a small wave and then walks back to the dugout with his teammates to celebrate their win. As fans begin to leave or go visit their kids you go wait by the dugout for Scott, hoping that he has come up with a good excuse as to why he would lie to you.

You feel a body move behind you and whip around to see a tall boxy boy standing a little too close for comfort. “Hey, haven’t seen you around here before.” The mysterious man says sticking out his hand in order for you to shake it.

“Yeah, this is my first time coming to a game.” You mumble praying that Scott walks out any second.

“Well a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be standing here all alone. Some guys around here are sleazy.” He says placing a hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off just as Scott exits the dugout and walks over to you.

“Bryce, get your hands off of my girlfriend.” Scott says throwing his stuff down on the ground and shielding you from the boy now known as Bryce.

“Reed chill. I was just getting to know her. Telling her how some guys around here do bad things to pretty girls.” He says eyeballing you. Immediately you feel uncomfortable and place your arms over your chest and slide behind Scott.

“Walker get the fuck away from us right now or I swear you’re going to regret ever looking at y/n.” Scott says stepping towards Bryce sizing him up.

“Dude calm down. I’m leaving. Way to ruin all of the fun.” He says walking back towards the dugout.

“Are you okay?” Scott says placing his hands on your arms searching your body for any signs of discomfort.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.” You stutter feeling scared of your previous surroundings. “He didn’t get to do anything because you showed up so thank you.” You look down at your feet afraid to meet his gaze. Why would he be friends with such terrible people?

“I’m really sorry you had to meet him. And I’m also super sorry that I lied to you about the game tonight.” He says tilting your chin up so that you can look at his face.

You nod. “Well now I see why you never invited me.” You roll your eyes at the situation. “I want to be mad at you but I do understand why you wouldn’t want me to be put in this kind of situation.”

“I never wanted to hurt you by lying, I just know some of the guys on this team aren’t the best people to introduce to girlfriends and I didn’t want you to be put in an uncomfortable situation like this.” He says blabbering on and on about how sorry he is.

“Scott it’s fine. I’m just happy you aren't embarrassed of me or something.” You chuckle making him become the one to look confused.

“You thought I was embarrassed of you?” He looks confused and you slowly nod your head. “Y/n, I would never in a million years be ashamed or embarrassed of you. You are the literal light of my life and I love to show you off. I just liked keeping our relationship private and away from all of the team because it helps me escape from all the drama while keeping you safe.” He holds your hands while looking into your eyes.

“Aw Scottie, I love you.” You giggle placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I love you too. And I will never be able to tell you how thankful I am that you chose me.” He leans down to kiss you. The kiss is slow but yet passionate and you can feel just how much he loves you and never wants to let you go.

[thornstocutyouwith]

[4:23 PM] Karma:

" You can roll your eyes all you like. That doesn't have much effect on me, Darius. It also doesn't make what I have to say, ridiculous. Be a fool, if you like, disregard my words at foolish ramblings. Treat this as if it needs to be an argument. But the fact remains...Am I really wrong in what I am saying?" He grinned at Darius then. He listen to Darius then before giving a shrug to the other " Eh, you could have woken up with something worse going on with you. But if being a woman is so bad, then let's hurry up and finish this, hm?" Snapping a finger he points at Darius then " Good- Wait,...huh? Does it now? I didn't even realize it had sounded like that. Well, anyway...That's your name now." As Darius was trying to explain and hope away his problem Asher had stood their nodding his head "Procreate? At a time like this? When you are grumpy? I could never, you are far too vulnerable!" Asher mocked the other before he turned away " Oh will you shut the fuck up. Really Darius, It's not that easy to get pregnant...For one. So i've heard. ...And I do not think it lasts that long Darius..."

[4:24 PM] Karma:

He grins a little bit " But you would need to stay a woman for a bit longer than a day to get pregnant. I hope you know that.  I wouldn't worry about it. I think you are just over thinking all of this." As Darius repeated the story back to him he nodded " Good, that's perfect. --And yeah, I do. They will make you pretty and that's all you have to be is pretty, for the people." Asher tugged at the sides of his jacket then and twist slightly from one side to the other.  He turned then and walked toward the booze he brought in from the night before before handing a bottle of wine off to Darius " There, now don't say I didn't give you anything." "Well, you know, catnip is great! I just ....can't help myself." Asher narrowed his eyes a bit at Darius then " I wish I had had some catnip. Make you regret saying such things, I bet." Looking away then he smiled, then inhaled a deep breath. A moment later he watched Sean before taking the flask from Darius' hand and closing the cap on it before tucking it away in the jacket he had just put back on, as Sean had been talking. Rolling his eyes at Sean then he turned his head away from the other " Oh no. Three days? What a nightmare! I couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for you." He replied in dry sarcasm.

[4:24 PM] Karma:

After that however he wasn't paying much attention to what else Sean had to say about Seti, Shay, and him. He then gave a careless shrug before turning away to go to the bed again, kicking some of the glass out of his way before pulling a drawer at the side table open " I am sure you can. I just want you to know, just in case. It's always best to be prepared." He muttered before taking out some clothes and dabbing at his cuts to clean off the blood before wrapping his arm in bandages " Ah, good job rabbit. You can be quite useful sometimes, you know that?" He said as he was pulling his jacket back on and turned to look at Sean once more " Yeah yeah. sure. A favor." He waved a hand then before turning to look at Darius "See All that I do for you?" He teased the other a bit before glancing to Sean when the other spoke " What are you doing? Don't do that, shoo. Get. Begone, Thot!" He paused a moment, narrowing his eyes on Sean " Who even are you, don't come into my castle and start telling Darius these facts. Get outta here, scram!" Asher made the shooing motion toward Sean then as he got closer. When the other made the mirror and went through it he laughed a bit " Fucking Hares, they say a lot..." Asher looked at Darius then wondering what the other was thinking about after Sean had said that.

[4:25 PM] Karma:

Though when Darius didn't seem to have cared about it he gave another careless shrug and listen to Darius' question on where they were going " I already said. We are going to Underland..." Moving toward the mirror then " Feminine clothing? Really? And what were you thinking. Sexy skirts? Tight shirts?" He asked before putting a hand on the glass and pushing it through " How about I buy you some at one of the Underland store! You are going to look great in it." Asher fell back then, falling right in to the mirror and through it toward Underland.

[8:44 PM] Soup:

“It isn't that terrible. Like you said, I could have woke up missing an arm or an leg, maybe half of my face with my legs replaced with a chickens. I've heard a woman's orgasm is twice as powerful as a man's – think you can deliver?” Yes, it was in the back of his mind, his third thought the moment he opened his eyes. The first thought was -what the fuck?- the second thought was -damn these breasts are heavy- and his third thought was -now I can see what all the fuss is about-. “Since when have you ever cared if someone is vulnerable? And I'm almost always grumpy! We would never have sex if you waited around for me to be in a better mood!” Darius scoffed underneath his breath as Asher told him it wasn't that easy to get pregnant. “Well someone should have given that memo to Seti, when he turned into a woman he was pregnant in like a week.” The truth was, Darius didn't know how he turned into a woman and he certainly didn't know how -long- he would be a woman for. “Fine. Scratch the idea. Forget I even said anything” Was the mood swing a woman thing, or was it just a Darius thing?

[8:44 PM] Soup:

Once again Darius was rolling his eyes, taking the champagne and tilting it to his lips – gulping a quarter of it down without even taking a breath. “Mostly you just give me a headache. The Champagne is a nice change.” The one thing that -wasn't- a nice change for Darius was Sean showing up, though because it had been Asher that had called him he really couldn't be that angry at the Little Hare. His attention wasn't on Sean at all but rather on Asher, watching as he started to clean himself up. “Damn, I didn't realize I got you as badly as I did.” Was that actual sadness in his voice? An apology? Why yes, yes it was. “I can be helpful a lot of times, I just don't care about you enough to be helpful to -you-” Sean had come back with just as much spite in his voice as Asher was conveying to him. He wouldn't let the favor go, he would keep it in his vault in his mind until it was time to cash in. Sean wasn't a stranger for saying entirely too much so he was hardly offended when Asher called him out on it. “I was ready to leave the moment you called me, next time leave a voicemail.” With that, Sean had slipped into his own mirror and returned back home.

[8:44 PM] Soup:

“Have you ever been to Underland before Asher? Because I haven't. You just sent the one guy away that probably knows all about it.” Shaking his head, Darius had begun to follow Asher toward the mirror. “Sure, Daddy, spoil me like a good girl.” It was hard to tell if that was sarcasm in Darius's voice or not but at that moment the only thing he was concerned about was how different it felt going through a mirror rather through a hat.

[9:04 AM] Karma:

Once they appeared on the other side of the window Asher stumbled as the air hit him, almost like a punch to the gut with how heavy it had been. Bringing his hand to his chest as his heart had re-calibrated the shift in space. Laughing he looked toward Darius, who would have been fine, if not slightly winded " The air here is a ...ahh.. wow.." Shaking his head he swallows hard before turning to walk toward Darius " Let's go." He reached over to grab Darius' hand then and started pulling him along. He had never been to Underland before. But he had clearly known about it because of the little slip of paper he had stashed away. It wasn't like he had the ability to travel to different worlds. Not without Sean or one of the old magical mirrors from legend. Which he had in his room, but just never used. It wasn't as simple as using Sean's ability, to travel more efficiently than the legendary mirrors. Asher had walked down the darkened streets with Darius, a small mischievous grin on his face as he walked toward the shops, which had lights in them indicating they had still been open for customers. Despite how dark it had looked outside, it was clear by the amount of people outside that it was their day time. As the pair had walked passed people some had stopped mid chat to look at them before then returning to their conversation with their friends and such. Asher soon lead Darius to a shop with some feminine clothes presented in the windows " Ah! Here we go, come on Darius let's go here."  Pulling Darius over he pointed toward the leathery clothing at the window " These would look nice on you..." He laughed before looking at Darius then "Now, as a man... We'll see won't we?" He gave a playful wink to Darius then before moving to walk inside the store " Come here."

[9:04 AM] Karma:

Once inside the store Asher began to look around as he waited for Darius to pick out whatever clothing he was feeling like wearing " Pick whatever you want, spending isn't and issue,... I got my baby." Asher laughed a little then before looking at the store keep as they were staring at him. Asher reached into his pocket then pulling out something that resembled a credit card as he walked up to the counter while Darius was finishing up " Are you done?" He looked toward whatever Darius had picked out then before moving to hand the credit card over to the cashier " There you go sir." Asher mumbled as he looked down at the counter. The cashier paused as he took the card from Asher and stared at it for a moment before saying he had not seen something like that in a long time. That only the royals had them " Yep, that's right? Do they not often come here? And the place looks so lovely too." The Cashier gave a slow nod then rang Darius' items up. Looking around however he started to pick out a few clothes for himself as well " We'll match!" Asher then exclaimed excitedly before he was pulling away the checkout bags from the counter " Could we use your change rooms?" Asher asked then before getting a nod from the cashier and a gesture toward a room toward the back. Asher looked toward Darius then " Go, get all sexy for daddy." He said before laughing, then shaking his head.

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Darius had almost lost his footing the moment he stepped through the mirror – scratch that, he had. As a woman he was rather clumsy, expecting to take larger steps than what his shorter legs had allowed. He had only just realized he was shorter now, at least three inches shorter than he used to be as he ended up with slender digits curled tight around Asher's sleeves and his face squished against chest. Darius's mumbling words of profanity were muffled by fabric of Asher's shirt – his face flushed as he looked up at him. “--I blame being top-heavy” With a cough, he had pushed himself away from Asher, straightening his shirt with a couple swipes of his feminine hands. The two words, 'lets go', were a relief to Darius, who had suddenly forgotten what his name was now. Darylne wasn't it? Close enough. He had to be ready with it if someone, or anyone, had happened to ask for it. This place was eerie, the surroundings had seemed to really -get- to Darius as he found himself walking a lot closer to Asher than he usually did. “Why the bloody hell did we decide to do this again? We could have found clothes for me in Wonderland” He completely forgot the reason was to find a cure for being turned into a woman. When Darius had heard a noise he had jumped, clenching to Asher's arm as he hunched over and didn't dare look at the source of the noise.

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Asher and Darius certainly had the brief attention of everyone they walked past. Except they weren't really seeing Darius, were they? Not that he would be recognized, but at least they all seemed to be too caught up in their own lives and conversations to pay much further attention to them. Darius had been keeping his head down until Asher had noticed a wide array of feminine looking clothes in the window. Chestnut brown eyes had blinked, tilting his head curiously when he realized there had seemed to be a big -theme- in Underland. “--they are all black, oh, except -that- one, it has some red” The denizens of Underland sure liked their black shades didn't they? --- and leather. Once inside Darius had found some clothes he wanted to wear quite quickly. A black leather corset with red lace, a pair of sleek black pleather pants that left very little to the imagination about the shape of his backside, a long black flowing dress that was cinched at the waist, a shorter lolita dress with a petticoat that would fluff up the skirt like a bell. He was in the middle of adding more clothes to his arm as Asher told him money was no object – and then called him baby What was Darius supposed to say to that? Thank you Daddy?  Quite in fact, Darius hadn't said much as he stood there beside Asher, watching as the total on the register got higher and higher – half tempted to kiss Asher on the cheek or something for the obvious way he was showing the cashier that his -girl- was spoiled.

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“--- you want me to try on the clothes -after- you already paid for them?” Darius had given a shrug, brow arching as Asher played his role of Sugar Daddy' to the nines. “You are loving the role of my Sugar Daddy a lot, aren't you?” Darius had shrugged before going to the change room, coming out in the first outfit as he found himself looking around the seemingly empty clothing store. “Where did that cashier go? That's weird she would just leave with us still in here.” Wherever she was, the store was eerily quiet but Darius had done his best to ignore it, paying attention to Asher's new outfit instead. “Damn, glad you aren't old and wrinkly like most Sugar Daddy's I've seen. Those pants on you look pretty fucking good”

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Asher gave Darius a confused look before he shook his head " I guess because you are a woman and not a man. So, I figure if things are more or less reversed. Maybe we might find the answers in a place made of reverses." Asher explained before giving a grin " I guess talking about your heavy set of dirty pillows distracted you from my first attempt to explain that to you." Once in underland and at the store Asher listened to Darius as he was was growing concerned for the other. They didn't seem to understand just how reverse of Wonderland, Underland, had truly been " Well, that's because Wonderland got all the colors of the rainbow. And Underland is that rainbows shadow." He explained to Darius, letting out a breath. Not because of Darius, but because it was a struggle to find his breath every so often in the Underland sphere, for him.

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" Well, it really doesn't matter when you try them on. I guessed you had forgotten to try them on, which is why I am suggesting it now. Since you needed to test your size." Asher gave Darius a confused look " As your shape has changed quite considerably, from what it once was, don't you." He reached over to grab some sexy underwear " Your hips are a little wider than they were yesterday. Hm." Asher grinned then before dropping the underwear back onto the counter and watched the cashier for a moment. Giving a nod then he laughs " Well of course I am enjoying it. It's quite fun to give those in your inner circle, things. And treat them well." He reached over to scratch playfully under Darius' chin then, before he followed the other. When they spoke of other sugar daddies he laughed " Uhm, right. And you have met how many sugar daddies in your life, hm? I think that there are also quite a steep incline in younger sugar daddies. Though." He gives a shrug however before nodding and looking over his outfit as Darius comment on them.

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Walking out of the store a few moments later he glanced around them seeing some people looking over toward them before slowly pulling their eyes away to look elsewhere " So, now we just need to find our way to finding out what's going on. ...I guess we could try asking someone. We may want to see if someone of relative importance might be slinking about somewhere. They might be the best step toward the answers we need." Asher pulled Darius in closer to him as they walked, his arm wrapping around Darius' hip, hand resting on it as he urged the other forward down the street.

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“Ah, good thinking.” It made sense to Darius now why Asher had thought they would find the answers they needed here, or at least a way to change Darius back before too much damage had been done. That, of course begged the question as to what kind of damage could be done. Well, there was that fact that Darius could end up getting pregnant which meant he would have no choice but to be a woman for the next couple of weeks. Time had seemed to move differently in Wonderland, at least as far as having a child was concerned. He had seen it happen when Seti turned into a woman and ended up getting pregnant, nine months essentially became more like nine days. Then of course the fact that Darius was now set to actually marry Asher, essentially becoming the Queen of Diamonds and all was all find and all but what happened when Darius turned back into himself and suddenly everyone was asking where the Queen was? Would they fake Darylne's death? It almost seemed like they would have to. This was a lot for Darius to wrap his mind around.

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“I get that, I was just thinking out loud.” For the most part he was thinking out loud, but for the other part he was trying to wrap his head around the whole situation. Asher had been right in the fact that Darius had to start thinking about other things, it was obvious he wasn't going to turn back into a man anytime soon so he might as well have fun with it. Darius had exactly four outfits back home, he hadn't gone shopping for new clothes for himself in years and now he was shopping for clothes in a body that he hadn't been staring at for as long as he had been alive. “Right. I get it. And you honestly expect me to wear that? It's barely a piece of fabric, how is that going to cover anything?” Maybe that had been the point.

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Darius had swatted Asher's hand away when he scratched underneath his chin, despite the clerk thinking the display of affection was adorable. Darius had hurried into the change room, ass and long hair swaying as he closed the curtain abruptly and starting trying on the clothes. Minutes later both Asher and Darius were once again walking down the sidewalks of Underland. “Well, lets think of who usually has information in Wonderland and find their Underland counterparts. An Oracle, a Cheshire Cat, a Caterpillar ---” Darius had thought about it for a moment before turning on his heels to face Asher. “Let's find a Cheshire Cat!”

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Asher had to stare at Darius for a long moment before giving a nod and laughing " Yes, a very smart way to think. I am very smart. Surprise!"  Though as Darius went quiet and started to think to himself Asher had continued on his merry little way, dealing with other things. Looking over when Darius had finally started talking again, distracting him from what he was doing just then he nodded " Ah. Well, carry on, then."

"Well, if you wanted to stay wearing these cloths you have to keep adjusting just to make them fit you even in the slightest bit. Be my guest. It's not like I am making you get a new out fit."  He rolled his eyes then and looked away " Do whatever you want to do, really.  You have other options here, as well. So why are you picking those out if you are only going to complain about them?" He raised an eyebrow then, before he laughed and shook his head.

[5:52 AM] Karma:

As Darius later started to suggest ideas for who in Underland could have helped them find whatever it was that would have helped Darius, if there even was such a thing he nodded. Then shook his head " Nah. How about we don't go hunting for- Wait... No,.. that's a good idea." Glancing back and forth he noticed a pair staring at them and pulled away from Darius slightly, grabbing the other by the wrist as he walked up to the strange pair that had been staring at them " Greetings, humans!" He said with a goofy wave before clearing his throat " My...uh, girl, and I were wondering. Do you happen to know where any Cheshire Cat's might be?" The couple gave the two a long, deadpanned look, almost like their eyes were tearing into Asher's body then before they looked to Darius then back to Asher and started to laugh in the strangest way. Asher dropped his hand down then and laughed a little in response then " Hah ah.. What's so fu-" The male then said that they wouldn't have any luck finding a Cheshire cat around there, or anywhere else for that matter. Since they were more or less extinct " Oh. Hm...Well, okay."

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Asher the cleared his throat " How about a Caterpillar? Or an Oracle? Or hey...Do you know anyone that might dabble in potions or any other such magics?" The couple went back to staring at Darius and Asher then, before the girl finally spoke, a laugh in her voice as she told Darius that there was an old apothecary just on the border of town. She then sneered at Darius to keep her 'animal'  close if Darius wasn't going to have it on a leash, giving Asher a disgusted look for a moment, only for the male she was with to grab her shoulders and laugh, telling Darius and Asher that he was sorry for his girlfriends behavior, she had a bad experience with outsiders once and that they should just leave them alone. Glaring then, Asher turns " How dare she treat me like... I'm not a pet!" Asher hissed as he marched away with Darius in tow " Let's get to the town border.--treat me like a pet...why I- killing her would be the least of her problems!" Asher continued, muttering the rest under his breath in his frustration. He continued to do that for the next hour or so, however long it took for them to walk through that strange town, eyes following Asher's every step as the two of them had walked along the streets. And when Asher had stopped to ask for directions each person answered staring at Darius in their responses. Which had only made Asher more annoyed.

[5:53 AM] Karma:

Finally they made it to the old man at the edge of town and Asher banged a fist into the door as he knocked. Earning a annoyed 'All  right! I am coming, stop the god damn knocking'. When the door had opened Asher put on a forced smile " Hi-hey- We were told by some locals-" He was then cut off by the old man who looked toward Darius before muttering that he didn't speak to animals then irritatedly asked Darius what he wanted. Asher had tried to speak again but it became very clear the old man was ignoring Asher and waiting for Darius to talk.

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Darius had looked annoyed at Asher as the first words left his lips. “-- I know you're smart Asher.” He had also known that Asher was smart in a different way than he was. Darius's biggest worry, of course, was notbeing able to turn into a man again. He liked being a man. He liked the way he looked, he -understood- his body and all its inner workings but as a woman everything he was feeling just felt strange. Then of course there was the question if Asher liked him as a woman, if he was as attracted to him, less or more, these were the kinds of things he never ever worried about as a man and he hated feeling so self-conscious. Unfortunately for Darius that self-conscious feeling intensified as he was changing outfits in the mirror.  He didn't feel that attractive, he was certain that there were definitely more attractive women out there. Women with biggest breasts, more symmetrical faces,  slender waists, longer lips, narrower hips, oh the list went on and on. And it wasn't just Asher's opinion that had worried him. It was the opinions of the denizens of Wonderland. How he looked reflected on Asher, especially if Asher was suiting up to follow through with making Darius his Queen. These were all thoughts he didn't care about as a man but troubled him as a woman.

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As Darius and Asher walked down the streets and actually stopped to talk to the denizens, Darius had been quite taken back by their reactions. They almost seemed to shun Asher, not for who he was but rather what he was. It seemed to Darius that Cheshire's had a bad reputation around these parts, not that they had the greatest reputation in Wonderland but it was nothing like this. The woman they were talking to was acting like Asher wasn't even there, like he was nothing more than an insect and at first, maybe just a part of Darius was – no, he wasn't amused, that feeling had been quickly fleeting. What he was – was annoyed. Defensive. The woman had offered nothing, not really, and it clearly shown on his face when the man had apologized and steered the woman away. “No. You aren't.” That was all Darius would offer on the situation and as Asher contemplated on how many ways he could make her suffer he soon realized that she wasn't the only one that only saw Asher as a filthy house pet. Everyone they talked to acted like Asher didn't or shouldn't have existed. When they finally ended up in front of a man that seemed to have actual answers Darius had to gather his wits about him. “I've been a woman for a little over a day and I need a way to break it. Do you have something that will help?” The man had taken a long look at Darius, stepping closer to him, steely grey eyes looking Darius up and down in a creeping.. almost -perverted- way. ”Why would you want to?” Darius had scoffed as he looked away from the old man. “This isn't who I am.”

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The old man had nudged his head, gesturing for Darius to come inside. ”The animal stays outside, I don't allow mangy beasts in my home” Darius glanced at Asher, whispering for Asher to wait before the old man shut the door in Asher's face. From behind the closed doors everything had seemed normal, until a few moments had past and the sound of something crashing could be heard. Then there was yelling, whimpering, and Darius suddenly opening the door with something in his hand. The man could be seen on the ground, covering his face with his hand as he moaned and whimpered in pain. “Perverted old man.” Darius had held up a locket which dangled from his fingertips. “We're leaving.” It wasn't until they were a few blocks from the old man's house that Darius finally revealed what had happened. “So, it would turn out I'm stuck like this for a good full month, or at least until the next new eclipse, lunar or solar, when the magic in this locket will undo the spell. I hit him when he told me he would only give the locket to me if I satisfied him...” There was a pause in Darius's words as he glanced back in the direction of the house. “....sexually” Clearly, Darius wasn't having any of that. “Lucky for me, Wonderland is due for another eclipse, in the mean time – how the bloody hell are we going to get back home?”

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Even at Darius' whisper Asher had stepped toward the pair as they walked into the old mans house " How dare you, I  am not a mangy bea-" As the door was shut in his face he let out and angry growl before shouting " FUCK YOU!" At the door. Crossing his arms over his chest then he turns away and leans on the space beside the door, staring at several people that had stopped to look at him from the distance, and then inch closer, and whisper to each other. Asher narrowed his eyes however, he wasn't able to make out what they were saying to one another. His eyes moving from one face to the next before he heard the noise going on inside the house. Only for Darius to open the door a moment later and come out with the man now whimpering on the floor " Yeah. Old guys can get pretty desperate for some pussy." He muttered before looking at the locket " How do you go to an apothecary and get a locket to cure you of your current problems?" He asked, because it seemed strange for a man who worked with magic powders to rely on a pendant.

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As he was starting to head back he laughed " Um, well, Sean said to just call for him and he'll come get us. Weren't you there when he said that?" He blinked then as he noticed how quiet it had gotten then, no whimpering, at all. He narrowed his eyes before turning his head to look toward the inside of the house only for a cloud of purple and pink to be blown in his face. Inhaling sharply he lost his breath entirely as he stepped out of cloud, gasping for air like a severely asthmatic child. The entire world spinning for him " Darius- I can't..I can't..." He gasped, a hand moving to his chest. However whatever powder had hit him had clearly also hit Darius. Though since Darius was a healthy young woman who could handle some powder in his lungs. The gasping and coughing wouldn't have been anywhere near as severe as it was for Asher. Not only could he not breath, but as the struggle to do so went on he could feel himself starting to pass out from the lack of oxygen getting to his brain. Stumbling away he finally dropped to the ground, coughing as drool stringy and stickily thick clogged up the inside of his neck. Growing light headed Asher fell onto his side, reaching out for any sort of help in his blinded, gasping, breathless attempts to get away from where the powder had come from. Before finally collapsing as the purple and pink smoke from the powder had began to dissipate entirely, revealing Asher as a wheezing, sweat covered mess on the ground.

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Though as he started to get his bearings back he pushed himself up, forcing himself to move. Sniffing the air he shook his head before moving toward Darius and grabbing his hand " Come on, let's ...let's hurry before something really bad happens." Shaking his head he still had some traces of powder in it as he lead Darius down a street, his heart still beating as he felt a rush of adrenaline and lust starting to ebb over him. Clearly because a perverted old man had just threw a strange powdery substance at the two of them, perhaps as an act of revenge for Darius having hit them. Wheezing, Asher had to stop and grab onto a building as he tried to work out all the distress his body had been going through at that moment " Next time, let's not hit the strange men and just leave,  -am sure there are more ways to change you back." He laughed.

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“You're so vulgar” Was it because he was a woman that Asher saying old guys were desperate for pussy bothered him? He wouldn't say bothered as much as he would say almost... offended? He was a guy, he shouldn't be offended by that. But he was. Darius had frowned as he lifted up the locket that rested against his chest, right between the breasts he was strangely getting used to seeing. “Its prettier than a bag full of herbs – don't you think so?” “Since when did you start trusting and relying on the Hare so much? It didn't cross your mind that maybe him helping us was so that he could get rid of us? We aren't exactly besties with the Hare, Asher. We've done a lot of nasty things to him and Seti.” There were a lot of reasons why Sean would benefit from Asher and Darius being gone and unable to return to Wonderland. Then again, that would be particularly evil of Sean to do, and Sean, while he did have his moments, didn't have the evil streak that Asher and Darius did. Those, Asher wasn't evil as much as he was... mischievous .... right? “You trust him too easily.” And then it happened, before Asher and Darius could do anything to stop it. “Asher!” It all happened before Darius could react as quickly as he -wished- he would have. The cloud of purple and pink dust that had hit them both. Darius covered his mouth with his arm, brought to his knees, coughing and choking on the dust as his free hand shot out and he used his telekinesis to send the old man flying across the room in his own house and smacking against the wall with a sickening thud. The man now was out cold but unfortunately, so was Asher. “Asher!” Darius was by his side in an instant, down on his knees as his finger starting scooping out the strange sludge stuck inside Asher's throat. That was until Asher almost bit Darius's finger, causing Darius to smack him as Asher bounced to his feet and acted like nothing happened.

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“You idiot! You scared me half to death!” Slender hands were curled into fists at Darius's side as he followed Asher away, grabbing at the shopping bags he had dropped to the ground by the door when the old man had first welcomed him inside. “We got what we came for, remember?” Darius had given a pointed glance toward the locket as they kept on walking. “What are you waiting for, call the Hare back to come get us. I don't want to be here another moment longer than we have to be.”

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Asher looked to Darius as he said that then looked away before he actually processed what he had just heard the other say " Too vulgar? Where is Darius and what has he been replaced with..." Asher then muttered glancing up as he thought for a moment about what he was hearing.  Then when Darius said something about the locket being pretty he laughed " It's a locket." Though it wasn't like he had never seen a beautiful locket before. He was a prince of the Diamond kingdom. Of course he had worn and seen many of 'pretty things'.  Looking toward the locket then he wondered if some chemicals were starting to shift in Darius, now that he was a woman. With Darius' question of the trust he had in the hare, Asher had laughed " Since...when- Well to mistrust him would imply that I somehow have come to think he is capable of doing anything that I trust him with, and then having double crossed me. Which he hasn't done so far, nor have I done to him. There's a difference between our interactions. I've never been Sean's opponent, in the way you have been."Asher nodded confidently with those words then. He then tossed his head a bit then " Besides, he's the only one that I know that can do this mirror travel thing. So don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Darius. It's good to hold a little decorum with the rabble, you know."

[5:44 PM] Karma:

Spitting as Darius was attempting to dig the spit built up in his tightening throat he clenched his jaw shut, absently trying to stop this action, because it wasn't fun having someone else digging into your mouth to remove something that just needed a moment to reduce itself.   Once the dust had begun to settle was when he started to get the proper ability to breath again, back. Unfortunately not without a little nipping at Darius' finger. Giggling a little bit he stood and took Darius away from there then. Coming to a stop some moments after that he looked to Darius as the other shouted at him " Hey, HEY! Don't hit me, what the fuck. I couldn't breath, that's not my fault. Yell at that crazy old man." He looked toward the shopping bags then and let out a sigh " I remember, don't harp me."  Reaching a hand up, a thin layer of sweat having worked it's way over him then " You see. I tried to do that, back when you were in that fuckers house. Nothing. I think we need a mirror--Or something-- Hey, weird question but... Do you want to fuck?" Asher had asked then before looking around. Bringing a hand up to his chest then he rolled it around, bending over a little as he was catching his breath " I think, in all that excitement, I kind of got a little... Heh." Though he paused, not able to explain it exactly. Maybe he just liked being in danger like that. Taking a side step then he looked around, noticing they had run into the woods instead of farther into town.

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" What do you say, we pound one out and then look for a fucking mirror, and get the hell out of here before any more creepy old men come along... Unless you want me to walk around with this erection until we do." Asher muttered gesturing to his waist " Which I don't find ideal, given the situation and all, it would kind of be, encumbering.-Like a blow job, hand job- you know."

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“I'm right here! I've been standing here the whole time!” But Darius had known what Asher was getting at. He, never in a million more years, would think the words 'too vulgar' would ever leave his lips, but they did. “Well maybe you are used to receiving shiny pretty things from people but I'm not. When have you given me a gift Asher? I don't even see a ring on this finger” As if he was promoted, Darius had stuck out his ring finger at Asher and wiggled it around. “Maybe I wouldn't have been creeped on by some perverted old man if there had been” But, he probably would have – the only way he wouldn't have was if Darius was still a man and if he was, they wouldn't have been in Underland in the first place. It had hit Darius, about half way through the conversation about Sean, that something had started to feel a bit strange. He ended up missing half of Asher's advice about not looking a gift horse in the mouth as he started undoing the top button of the shirt he was wearing because of how flush his body was becoming. That wasn't all that was going on however, considering most of that flushed heat was now pooling between his legs. And that, really, was the most worrisome thing on its own as he squeezed his legs together and shifted himself uncomfortably. He recognized the feeling only, it was a dampness he was feeling rather than an awkward erection poking his thigh. “Oh I would love to yell at the crazy old man, but he is lying unconscious on his floor the way he should be. He is lucky I didn't kill him” The last thing he wanted was to have a whole slew of Underlandian's chasing them out Underland, which they may have been gunning to do already. Or jail. He couldn't imagine what jail was like in Underland, maybe they made you royalty when you killed someone, everything was a tad bit messed up there. “Stop giving me reasons to harp at you” Darius rolled his eyes then – only to have them blown wide when Asher asked him if he wanted to fuck. “What, here? ----”

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They were in the middle of the forest at that point, putting as much distance as possible between them and that house before they called out to Sean. Or at least, that was what Darius assumed they were doing – they had no reason to stay in Underland any longer. He thought about it for a moment, could having sex in Underland cause unforeseen repercussions if Darius were to get pregnant?  Would the magic from Underland somehow affect the child? Oh, these were questions that Darius had thrown to the wayside as his slender feminine hands were pushing Asher against a tree trunk – dark eyes looking into Asher's as his silky tongue brushed against the bottom of his lips. “I want to fuck.”

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As the other yelled that they were there, and had been there, completely missing what he had been saying, Asher assumed. He rolled his eyes " Clearly. Who could mistake such a whiny tone..." Asher then muttered before the other had gone on talking. As Darius asked about him giving gifts Asher squint at her, his head turning slightly " Bitch. I gave you a fucking business, and barely if at all ever ask how that's going. Since you are always on my fucking back all the time." Asher said, sharply.  Though with what the other had continued to say he rolls his eyes " Oh. I am sorry, Yes. I should have given you a ring forever ago. Clearly when you were acting as though I were too good for you to marry you were really saying you wanted me to surprise marry you. Now that you are a woman for the last five hours, give or take. It's clearly possible for me to have a fucking ring for you! Because I was totally going to just you know..Marry you, this entire time!" Asher shouted, clearly losing his temper with Darius, as his face became red and veins started bulging out.

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Laughing then he suddenly grabs Darius' shoulders, squeezing them " Yes. You did a very good job at throwing the pervert into their own house. You are really getting a handle on those powers of yours. Fascinating." He gave the other a soft shake then before looking around, as again, Darius went on " I wouldn't be giving you any reasons to harp. If you didn't harp about apparently fucking everything... I bruise, where's my ring? I want gifts! Gimme gimme gimme! But don't do it now! Do it when I say so. Now!  Now that I am not me! Now that I'm a girl! I want it all! WHAT ARE YOU, Veruca Salt from Willy Wanka's Chocolate Factory!?" He laughed again before pacing slightly, bringing a hand to cover up his mouth as he was thinking " Hmmm.." Looking up then, he nods " Oh, come on Darius. Please. I can't really...do much, when it's like this. Could you?" He asked, wiggling a little bit as he tried to distract himself from the intense waves coursing from his gut " Then we'll quickly get home, do that locket shit and you'll be back to yourself. Easy as pop-tarts!"

[6:22 PM] Karma:

" I mean, we don't exactly have anywhere else we can go. And would you rather we do it in front of a lot of staring people.--Which, by the way, you have noticed that, haven't you? It's very...strange..." He mumbled, continuing to pace a little bit.  He then reached out and smacked the back of his hand to Darius' stomach, playfully " Now then how about we- Weh-" Stumbling then he felt the tree against his back before in the next moment Darius' tongue was sliding along his lips " Um...You want to fuck. Alright!" He gave a nod before reaching over to start removing Darius' already pretty revealing outfit " You want daddy to fill you up, hm?  I should have known by the way you were dressing today that you were wanting some..alone time. Hm? How about I gift you some much needed, fucking." He leaned in toward Darius then another jolt of warmth and tingling running through his body from his gut. But perhaps he was yearning a bit too much. Because it was in that moment his pupils slit into little slivers and he was pushing Darius onto his back, his slender womanly body hitting the ground not so delicately.

[6:23 PM] Karma:

Asher had no idea what had suddenly come over him at that moment as he moved down on top of Darius, his teeth baring slightly as his canines pointed into sharp dangerous points.  His lips curled up as a growl managed to escape from them. Moving a hand to his pants he undid them himself before moving to grab Darius by his wrist and pinning him to the forest floor. Despite Asher's sickly, small body, it had seemed to be of no concern at that moment as something animalistic had seemed to come over him. His erection had throbbed almost painfully before he had started moving it closer to Darius' open, unprotected pussy. Asher, still in a state had gripped onto Darius' shoulder then and forced the other onto their stomach before jerking up their hips and penetrating Darius' roughly, uncharacteristically quick to bring himself deep inside of the others opening. He thrust deep inside of her, the low growls continuing to come out from his snarling mouth. Little pricks of hair had begun to grow over Asher's skin, scratching along Darius'  as Asher thrust deep inside the other, quick and purposefully.  After a few moments of this little droplets of sweat began to drop onto Darius' skin from Asher's body, which had become so hot in such a short time.

[6:23 PM] Karma:

With a light giggle Asher bit into Darius' shoulder then before pinning the others hands with his own, to the forest floor ones more, his hips crashing into Darius' backside.

[11:32 PM] Soup:

Darius was not expecting the reaction he got from Asher – wasn't getting married his idea? Wasn't that what Asher wanted? Not only was Darius extremely confused, insulted, and now a little annoyed, Asher's carrying on the argument was only making it worse. ”Bloody Hell Asher, I have no bloody clue who the hell you are talking about and frankly, you know what? I don't even want to marry you anymore! Hold another fucking ball for all I care, there are plenty of whores willing to jump on your cock for a crown.” And there it was – that feeling he couldn't describe. That feeling stirring in his belly, he was showing all the signs of being aroused   and thankfully, Asher was the only one in sight. It was easy for him to say yes, even when the back of his mind was telling him there were certain disadvantages to having sex as a woman than having sex as man. The floor of the forest had been unforgiving, scratching his bare backside as Asher tore off his clothes and pretty much forced his feminine body to the ground. But Darius's body had wanted it, as badly as Asher wanted to give it to him – slender feminine hands had reached for Asher's back, dragging nails down his flesh as he wasted no time in thrusting into him. Darius's moans, both a mixture of lust and pain, had echoed all around them, his insides squeezing tightly around Asher's cock until he allowed himself to slip into the moment, lost in it as Asher continued to fuck him. It hadn't taken but a moment for his body to start to relax, to beg for the thrusting, to consume him in the lust that was causing him to arch his back and cry out into the night. He couldn't tell you how long they were out there, enveloped in the throws of lustful passion, he could only remember how good the release felt when he had finally came, breathing heavier than he ever had before as he buried his face into the crook of Asher's shoulder and held onto the orgasm for as long as his body would allow.

[11:32 PM] Soup:

When the moment had ended, Darius was still panting, feminine lips parting as he watched his breath hover above his lips. For a moment he was silent, moving away from Asher to reach for his clothes and pull them back on, his back to Asher as he cleared his throat and finally looked at him once more.

[11:33 PM] Soup:

”We should call the Hare-- and get back home”

[9:08 AM] Karma:

Asher rolled his eyes when Darius misunderstood what he was saying " I swear to whatever god you may believe in. There's cotton candy blocking your fucking ears and turning your brain juices into fucking sugar juice." Asher grumbled staring at Darius then, silently fuming that he had to explain the next part to the other " I am talking about right now, you dipshit. I'm not talking about in general. I am speaking that, you, right now, your decision to merry me." Griping his hand at Darius then, miming chocking the other he narrowed his eyes " You are being frustrating, do you know that?  I saying that YOU want to marry me. Not that I want to marry others, --" And then he slapped Darius right across the face. Because Asher wasn't Tristan, who had the patience, and he wasn't Seti, who knew better. Asher was not the kind to let slights go un-reprimanded. He would even remind Darius of that " You shut your your god damn mouth if you don't know what to spit from it!" Asher then snapped at Darius, which was uncharacteristic for him, but clearly Asher was angry enough to be uncharacteristically mean.

[9:08 AM] Karma:

After a moment of staring around he had begun to calm down, clearly getting distracted by thinking of a way to get out of there. Knowing that they would need a mirror which would most likely help in Sean's hearing them. Unless Sean had been preoccupied with something else. Which he had to guess wasn't the case. Tilting his head couldn't stand it anymore, the urge to fuck something had continued growing worse, even as he was getting angry it had become more agonizingly apparent. Squirming slightly he tossed his hands up " Ah, fuck it. We're doing this Darius. We're getting married, what's the point in fighting about it. Hm?" Asher gave the other a grin then before moving to jump the other and soon enough they were starting to mesh a whole lot more than a moment before. Asher hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on leading up to Darius scratching along his back " Ah- ah...Gently, gently..." He whispered to Darius, with a laugh before continuing. The others moaning only making him push more, thrusting deeper and getting harder " You feel so good, do you know that..." He whispered as dropped his head into the crook of Darius' neck, wheezy breaths escaping from his lips.

[9:09 AM] Karma:

It was hard to breath the toxic air around him, which was making his euphoria in that moment double, since he wasn't getting enough air to his brain, good for him, one could assume. Because it felt so much better fucking Darius when he wasn't able to think about it clear enough and all his attention was focused on getting off. It all had seemed to come so quickly then, cumming into Darius as the climax of the moment washed over him, leaving him heavily panting and wheezing for breath, sweat caking his pale skin that showed the slightest hints of the veins under them. Grinning then he pushed up from Darius and glanced away when the other spoke of the hare " I know that Darius, you've said. And I told you-...We--" Pausing to cough he moves to pull himself out of Darius and waved a hand in front of his mouth, having a bit of trouble swallowing the thick saliva in his mouth " Ahem..-" He cleared his throat then before moving to zip himself up " We need to get to a mirror. I already tried to contact him and the little shit didn't show up."

[9:09 AM] Karma:

Finishing with his pants then he moved back a little, trying to get Darius more room to get out from under him, when something suddenly smashed into the side of his head, sending a spray of blood into Darius' face as his body collapsed to the other side of Darius, the force of the strike coming from behind him almost sending him sliding across the forest floor.  That was when someone walked up, getting into Darius' face with the bat they had just hit Asher in the head with " Ah, so that's the moaning whore." A man had said as the two were starting to be surrounded by some geared out 'cops' complete with some sort of tank like vehicle coming toward them " Cheshire fucker, hm, that's a criminal offense, miss." The man knelt toward Darius then " Why don't you go ahead and give up then, you won't like what comes if you try to escape." Just then the old man from earlier came hollering in " See, see, the bitch. I knew it. The whore! Animal fucker! Send her down the river. She robbed me!  Took my locket she did. I want them to hang!"

[9:09 AM] Karma:

One of the police shoved the old man back then " We got this, sir, everything will be taken to court and be dealt with, accordingly. Now let us do our jobs." Then everyone had aimed their guns, despite their being no danger, at Asher, who was laying on his side with blood coming from the side of his head " I want all the eyes we can get, on that monster. If it moves. Shoot it, but let's try not to be lethal here, we aren't savages." The one cop in front of Darius then aimed a pistol at her forehead " Now why don't you get up and come to the nice truck with me and we'll get all of this sorted out, hm? Be a good lady."  But just as he was finishing a bunch of smoke quickly filled the air " Shoot it!" The cop then shouted only, which had the thickly building smoke become filled with gunfire directed straight at Asher. Only Asher had then grabbed Darius' hand and started to pull him through the smoke " Come on, we're getting the hell out of here, right now!" Asher hissed, as they were getting farther away from the gunfire.

[9:10 AM] Karma:

"These people are fucking insane. What in the hell have they done to the Cheshire's here..." Asher looked back for a moment before pulling Darius in front of him and shoving him through the thick smoke around them " We'll find a god damn mirror and get the hell out of here and then maybe I might chop of that Hare's middle fingers just for all this hassle." Asher laughed a bit, despite the situation " So, did you have fun on our little vacation, Darylene? Because I am having a blas-" Before he could finish something was shot at him, penetrating the right side of his shoulder making him collapse to the ground " Ah...fuck is that..." Asher managed to say as he moved to reach up for the metallic piece sticking into his shoulder, then suddenly was pulled away from Darius as the sound of metal and cord scraping against more metal could be heard. After a few minutes, in the distance a man could be heard yelling at someone else to 'sedate that monster' and then ' find the girl!' moments later.

[9:54 AM] Soup:

The slap had been shocking, but not that shocking considering who the slap had come from. Darius had gasped the moment he felt the stinging on his face, his split second reaction was to slap Asher back. ”Don't you fucking slap me!” The last thing Darius would turn into was an abused girlfriend who cowered at the sight of a raised hand.

[9:54 AM] Soup:

The abuse had been replaced with sex, and then replaced with violence. Darius hadn't seen the attack coming, and neither had Asher. One moment the pair were talking about leaving and in the next moment, Darius was getting his face splattered with Asher's blood. ”What the bloody fuck?!” It was as if that one moment in time was frozen as Darius's dark eyes were blown wide and he saw Asher collapse to the ground. ”Asher! You fucking assholes!” There was a look of offence on Darius's face as he looked toward the two men. ”Moaning whore? Excuse me?!” It was then Darius had noticed the tank – ”You've got to be fucking kidding me --” -- and then there was the old man, making his third appearance. Suddenly all the pieces were coming together. The lust spell. The Underland cops finding them. It was that bloody old man. Darius had growled underneath his breath, dark eyes staring right down the barrel that was pointed at his head. Just as Darius was going to react, smoke had cloaked them enough for Asher to attempt to pull Darius away from the hail of gunfire that soon had followed. ”Killed them by the looks of it, are you alright?” Darius had huffed as Asher asked him if he was having fun. ”No! I'm not having fun, you asshole! How hard did they hit your head?!” Before the question could be answered however, Asher was suddenly being dragged away. Darius had lunged back forward, through the smoke to where Asher had been carried away, only for a mirror to appear in front of him – a shocked Sean stepping through it. ”Not me! Get Asher!!” Darius had pointed in the direction Asher had just been dragged. --

[9:54 AM] Soup:

”What? What the fuck kind of madness did you two get yourselves into now?!” The last thing Sean had wanted was to get involved – quite frankly, him and Seti just had a conversation about leaving Asher and Darius in Underland to teach them a lesson but it was clear to Sean with Darius's blood splattered face and panic in his (her?) eyes that a lesson was clearly already being learned. Grumbling underneath his breath, Sean had stepped through the mirror, only for the mirror to reappear in front of Asher. The Cheshire cat looked in bad shape and Sean had bent down, avoiding most of the gunfire, only to have a bullet clip his shoulder as he started trying to fight with whatever was pulling Asher toward it. ”Bloody fucking Wonderland's!! I didn't sign up for this!!” Whatever was pulling him was strong enough to start dragging Sean along with it -- ”It's either your life, or your arm Asher, sorry about this ---” Truly though, Sean was sorry about what he had been forced to do, and that had been pulling them both through a mirror even if it meant Asher's arm was going to be left behind in Underland. Darius, in the meantime, had been hiding in the woods, waiting for Sean to come back – as to which he had, shortly after as a hand reached out for his wrist and pulled him into the mirror, just before he was found. (e)

[10:52 AM] Karma:

At Darius' question of if he was alright " Oh yeah, I only got smashed in the head. I'm great." He answered in sarcasm as he was busy trying to escape with Darius. He glanced around then " I actually don't think they are dead. I can smell them, not nearby, but I smell them." Asher told the other " Recent scent marks." Clearing his throat then, still struggling to breath he pushes Darius through the smoke. Only to be stabbed though the shoulder and dragged away moments later. Over toward the tank he was surrounded and grabbed by several of the police waiting for him there. His neck quickly exposed as he was struggling to get them off of him and keep the needle they had directed at his neck away " Get the hell off me!" Biting and scratching at the men trying to get a hold of him Asher fought them off for a few minutes, despite the blood and light headedness. But eventually the needle managed to prick into his skin and the sedation was administered.  Still fighting however Asher shoved several cops off of him before the effects of the syringe began to take hold " Fucking ...bastards..."

[10:53 AM] Karma:

Shoving several more off him he continued to try and pull away from the tank like vehicle, wanting to get to Darius before anything happened to the other. He was surprisingly strong enough to make it quite a few feet into the smoke, the gears of the tank trying to bring him back to it as he forced himself forward, the prongs from the device attached to him and the cord to the tank digging into his shoulder. Reaching out a hand he growled, his other hand yanking on the cord.  Dropping to the ground he dug his hands into the ground, not wanting to be pulled back, just then he had seen Sean appear in front of him " Oh, no, you didn't? Well neither the fuck did I. And Darius is still a girl!" Being yanked back as Sean had grabbed him he glared " You know, for someone who's a rabbit, you need bigger ears to hear, don't you? I called you like four times about an hour ago, what the hell were you doing,- Sorry about what?" It didn't take him long to figure it out as the mirror opened up and soon enough they were back in Wonderland " You fucking asshole!" Was all he could say as he started screaming in agonizing pain blood spilling out onto the floor as he pulled away, staggering almost in a confused state, mostly because he had a sedative drug in him, and had been now losing a whole bunch of blood "Aah! Wha-...the fuck!" Dropping to the floor Asher started sobbing uncontrollably because he could feel every single ounce of the pain.

[10:53 AM] Karma:

His body wasn't allowed to go into shock in order to combat it because of the drugs that had just been given to him " Why didn't you just cut the fucking cord, you asshole!" Asher shouted before continuing to scream and cry in absolute agony. And that was the state Asher had been in by the time Sean had come back with Darius. Asher had been in sobbing mess in a puddle of blood on the floor, looking absolutely on in shock and dying.

[7:15 PM] Soup:

”I didn't ask if they were dead! I only care if YOU are!!” It didn't seem to matter how far away they got, whoever was after them was heavy on their pursuit, no matter how far into the smoke they had gotten. Darius could barely see anything, he could only see Asher being pulled away from him – and he could only hear his screams. ”Asher!! ASHER!!” Maybe Sean had heard him screaming, but it was doubtful, Darius wasn't expecting the Hare to show up at all – more than a bit surprised when he did. Darius however, wasn't the one that needed the help and for once it had seemed that Sean had actually understood that as he went to get Asher instead of getting him out of Underland first. --

[7:16 PM] Soup:

”Darius still being a woman is the LEAST of your problems right now!!” Sean was breathing heavily, biting down on his lip as he winced from the streak of exposed flesh caused by the stray bullet aimed at Asher. He would have to take himself back to Seti the moment he got the two out of Underland. ”Oh stop your bloody bitching you damn cat! I told you I didn't owe you anything – I fucking told you that you were on your own!! I am not at your fucking beckon' call – you aren't MY King!!”” The last thing he had wanted to do was argue with Asher, but the damn Cat just brought it out of him. There was little time to make a sound decision, Asher's screaming was even a higher pitch to Sean's sensitive ears. He had literally dropped Asher on the floor of his bedroom as Diamond servants came rushing to Asher's aid. ”Tell me what the fuck I was supposed to cut the cord with you ungrateful asshole! The bullets were aiming at ME too you prick! Be glad I dragged you away like that and not your corpse! Now if you excuse me, I have to go back to get your girlfriend!!” Into the mirror and back out, Sean was soon dropping Darius next to the sobbing and bleeding Asher on the floor.

[7:16 PM] Soup:

”What did you do to him?!!” Darius was completely panicking, shouting accusations at Sean who wasn't sticking around to hear them. As soon as he had his chance he was already stepping into a mirror and heading back home, leaving Darius and Asher there alone. ”Bloody Hare, Asher, -- Asher, your arm! Bloody Hell, your arm!” Darius was trying to stay calm which had proved impossible as he was sitting in Asher's blood. Several servants piled into the room as Darius was shooed away from Asher, his hands shaking as he tried to wipe away his tears with the back of his bloodied hand. ”Save him! I don't care how you do it! Just save him!!” Asher's life was in their hands now.

[8:02 PM] Karma:

As staff came rushing in and Darius was dropped off and within moments Sean was disappearing back into the mirror Asher had started to slowly succumb to the shock, or the sedative that was in him. As well as the blood loss. Being lifted off the floor by the staff his limps slacked, droplets of blood had trickled off from where they had soaked along his body. The remaining part of the right side of his body, where his arm used to be still squirting out blood as Asher had been taken away to be cared for. Several maids came in to show Darius to another room in the castle as well as start getting ready to clean the room back up. They then left Darius alone in the new room as many were mostly dealing with the mess. It wasn't until about two days later that Darius was taken to the room where Asher was placed, once he was well enough. Laying in bed he appeared to be sleeping soundly, his head turned away from Darius, his bare chest slightly showing just below his shoulders, where there had been a lot of wrappings on the right side of his body that was already showing more signs of bleeding through, right at the part of the shoulder where an arm was no longer at. His left arm had been resting over his stomach. Inhaling deeply after a moment he continued to sleep, still pale from all the blood he had lost only two days before. Asher had continued to remain that way for the next few hours even. By the time he had actually woken up it was already several hours into the sleeping hours.

[8:03 PM] Karma:

Pushing the blankets off of him he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled his way through the dark room and toward the bathroom nearby. Slouching and sluggish in his walk he entered the bathroom and flicked a light on with his left hand and then made his way to the toilet where he started to piss for the next minute or so yawning tiredly tipped his head back and forth. After finishing he adjusted himself before going back toward the bedroom. Though as he went to go turn off the light this time, with his right hand, he threw himself off balance and tumble to the floor, landing right on the wounded stub of flesh " Ah....Fuck! Mmmm." Wrapping his left hand around he curled up into a small ball, enduring the pain that was now shooting through his shoulders and spine. Dropping his head onto the floor he let out a few more pained sounds before suddenly falling asleep again on the floor, drooping in the absolute bliss of simply sleeping. Asher didn't wake up for the rest of the night, he just remained asleep despite anything else. His body far too exhausted to keep him awake for too long. He might has well have been a living corpse. And for the next week or so, he was. More of less anyway. On the day he had finally woke up for more than ten minutes he was sitting in bed and asking about arms that were in the process of being built for him.  It had been late in the evening by the time he was finished with these talks. Letting out a breath he leaned back as he was left alone before looking to Darius " So, what have you been doing this last week without me to entertain you?"

[8:44 PM] Soup:

Darius hadn't slept a full night since they came back from Underland, and it wasn't just because Asher was kept in the infirmary for days and days on end. No, there was something else going on with Darius's feminine body, she knew what was going on the moment she found himself bent over the toilet first thing in the morning. Then there came the mood swings, the strange cravings, the odd little feeling in her stomach as the hours turned into days, turned into weeks. He... no, she was pregnant and it hadn't taken long for Darius to start to show. Being from Wonderland, being under a curse, her three week old baby bump was growing at the rate of a three month old fetus. The doctor to the Diamond royalty expected Darius to have the child in nine weeks, which meant most of the morning sickness had subsided by the time Asher was well enough to actually start moving and talking on his own. When Asher had wandered into the room, Darius was currently sitting on the couch with her feet up on an ottoman - a jar of pickles in one hand, a quart of icecream in the other and a bowl of popcorn balanced on her rounded belly. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as a sappy romance movie played - sobbing into her popcorn as she looked at Asher. "It's so sad, she doesn't remember who he is, he sees her every day and reads her a story about their past together and by the end of the day she remembers, only to wake up and forget him again. And then - and oh god, then, when she wakes up and she has remembered, they both end up dying that afternoon! What kind of asshole writes that?!!" Suddenly, Darius was throwing the popcorn at the screen. "ASSHOLES!!"

[8:44 PM] Soup:

It was at that moment Darius realized she had completely wasted all her popcorn, huffing as she stuffed a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth, chasing it with a dill pickle and swallowing it before her attention was on Asher. "Carrying your unborn child, are you still mad at the Hare for losing your arm?" In the next moment she was holding out the ice cream for Asher to take. "Double fudge cookie dough. I hope you realize how special you are to have a pregnant woman give up  something they've been craving"

[9:08 PM] Karma:

Seeing Darius in such a ...state, as he was, had Asher quite confused. As he neared the woman sitting about gorging herself on the weirdest food combination he had ever seen he made a face at her. Then he listen as she spoke of The Notebook, a movie he had never even seen. But by the sound of how Darius spoke of it, one he most likely would have no interest in seeing anyway " Well, they were old. People get old and die Darius." He scratched the side of his head with his left hand then and gave a small laugh " That does suck she didn't have any memories and needed to constantly be reminded of her life." Gagging a bit as Darius downed the ice cream and then pickle he shook his head "Why in the fuck are you eating that like that..." Though he trailed off as Darius explained that she was carrying an unborn child. His unborn child " Wow, you don't sound upset about that at all... " Asher muttered exhaustively before shaking his head " And how would you like me to feel about it? I lost an arm...what did he lose? A few pints of blood." Asher moved over then and grabbed the ice cream in his left hand and started at it for a moment " Oh, thanks that sounds delicious. I guess I don't want to be taking away from a starving pregnant woman though."

[9:08 PM] Karma:

Asher looked the ice cream over before sitting down and sighing " And when did you become such a pregnant lady. Did your hormones change that much?" Asher asked before licking some of the ice cream off his finger as he set it down between his legs. Looking back up toward the tv then he wiggled his nose " So what are you watching next. Hm?" He leaned back before resting his head back against the couch, his usually small healthy frame having become much more slime in all his weeks of resting and sleeping. And not only a few minutes after Darius had answered his question was Asher slouching toward Darius, his head resting against the other males now female body, right on their shoulder. A few strands of loose hair falling down over his face as he snoozed so easily against Darius' frame. A small grin on his lips " As long as you're okay..."

[9:45 PM] Soup:

”That's not the point, ---” Though it did make Darius give a certain pause. ”We don't. We don't grow old. We get older, but we don't age. You die every night, but that is besides the point. It was a great movie, sappy and beautiful – I just wish they wouldn't have died. If I made that movie, they would have had a happier ending.” Darius had actually scoffed as Asher ridiculed what she was eating. “It's called being pregnant Asher, maybe you should try it.” Though he doubted Asher would be craving pickles, popcorn, and ice cream, he seemed more like a catnip tar tar with a saucer of cream kinda guy. Darius's attention was pulled toward the missing arm as she crossed her legs, passing Asher the bowl of popcorn. ”Have they finished your metal arm yet? You better learn how to use it so you don't crush the baby when she's born. I'll kill you and bury you next to her.” She might have been passing it off as a joke, but it was a real concern of hers. ”I'm guessing that night you fucked me in the forests of Underland, Asher. I'm already under a spell we haven't managed to break yet – and we can't break it now until the baby is born. It isn't unusual for us Wonderlander's to not have a pregnancy term the way a normal oyster would. Look how quick it was for Seti.” If she was actually friends with Seti, she might have asked him how the pregnancy was for him. Unfortunately, her and Asher were on their own. (c)

[9:46 PM] Soup:

As for what Darius was planning to watch next she had leaned forward, reaching for the remote control just as Asher leaned against her.  In that moment finding something new to watch just wasn't that important anymore. ”You really care about me that much?” Slender digits had eased around Asher's shoulder, fingertips lightly playing with his hair as she turned her head just enough to brush her lips against his forehead. ”You're a good boyfriend Asher, just don't go advertising that. I feel fat and disgusting, be too easy for a tight little bimbo to steal you away.” (e)

[10:47 AM] Karma:

" I have lived here my whole life, Darius. I know. Calm down." He glanced to the screen then as Darius went on with that wishful thinking. Making a face he lets out a breath, a slight laugh at the others wanting them to have a happy ending.  Rolling his eyes a bit then he turns his head away before shaking it " I think it's better, the way they died.  It says, that not everything good, ends happily. It shows you the reality of life. Death happens. The unbelievably lovely part about the end of the movie, however, is...That they shared those last moments, together, in love as they were in their younger days." Asher then held his hands up " Nope. Not for me. And I don't think eating strange foods would be a common occurrence for someone in such a condition." Narrowing his eyes slightly, he thought to himself for a moment. But decided to just shrug and make his way toward the other. With the popcorn being handed to him he held the bowl and frowned down at it. He wasn't feeling very hungry, and considering what he had just been through, it was understandable. At least to most. Darius however had seemed to be treating it so nonchalantly, but he seemed to be taking most things so...strangely, Asher had noticed. Looking toward Darius again he places the bowl in his lap before taking a couple of popcorn's out and eating them as he listen to the other "Um, no? It takes a lot more time for something so sophisticated to be built, in this world, Darius." He looked toward the tv then " Be lucky we have even got this strange picture box to watch the movies on..." Asher gestured to the tv then before looking to Darius once more as the other again started talking about the pregnancy " I wouldn't know. It took my mother many attempt to have me. So, maybe rushing isn't the best way to have a baby."

[10:48 AM] Karma:

He gave a yawn then before shaking his head " Seti's was so quick because Sean is a hare, they are always so fast, such in a rush to get to places. Plus he had that stupid fucking ring the rabbit gave him to help. If I remember right." Asher yawned then before moving his hand up to rub his palm to his left eye, then moved to lean against the other " I guess...Would you rather I not care as much?" A smirk spread over his lips "Trust me, I don't think I'll say anything, wouldn't want it to get out that the Hatter is such a soft little sop." Asher muttered as he was falling more and more into sleep. Only nodding when the other brought up a bimbo stealing him away. Several hours later, it was night time,  and had been for quite a while. Asher had been in the bathroom next to his room, just after taking a piss. Stopping he noticed that his now wounded remains of his arm was bleeding a little, so he had stopped to tend to that before just going back to bed.  Closing the door he turns on the light and starts to unwrap it. Once that was done he looked at it " Stupid fucking hare. 'Ooo, waah, I got shot in the shoulder' boo hoo..Wish you had more than two brain cell's in that empty head of yours." Asher muttered between hisses as he had dabbed at the injury, cleaning it from germs and other bacteria. He heard a slight thud coming from the bedroom then, only giving a small look. However he assumed it had just been Darius, the other was often very noisy it seemed, when they were trying to be quiet. They were more likely to stomp around than enter a room with any sort of grace.

[10:48 AM] Karma:

Laughing slightly he shook his head before getting back to the wound. Tossing the old bandages into the sink he goes to place the new ones over the open wound. Standing then he moved to exit the bathroom, lifting his left hand up to his mouth as he let out another yawn before moving to turn off the light, only to miss it completely and smack his injury right into the door " Ah, fuck...Mmm.." Moving to hold it he curled into himself slightly " That hurt... ooo...That one hurt..." He mumbled quietly " Got to remember I don't have a fucking arm there anymore... shit...Ouch..." After a few seconds of this he agitatedly reached his left hand over to flick the light off before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom, back toward bed. Only to suddenly disappear into the floor. Hitting a solid floor a moment later Asher let out a gasp of pain as the shock from the fall came over him. And just over his head several people had been standing over him. One of those in a white coat grinned and excitedly told another that 'it worked'. Giving them a confused look he continued to look around, slowly bring his eyes to look up at the opening in the ceiling " Wha-" He was cut of then one another in a white coat said that 'portal was closing' then he followed their look toward someone in a police uniform, attached to a machine of some sort, though their entire body was covered from head to toe in metallic or cloth armor and the like. Before he could see anything else though someone was placing a mask over his face, and something had started to pump it's way into his lung and spread through his body, sending him quickly off to sleep.

[10:49 AM] Karma:

The next morning there was a knock at the door, one for Asher to wake up before it became too late in the day. After all, he had responsibilities to attend to, as King of the Diamond Kingdom. He couldn't just sleep the day away like some people. However, on that morning, unlike any other, Asher didn't get up. Mostly because he wasn't even there to begin with, dun dun duuun!

[12:23 PM] Soup:

"Well then next time we will have YOU piss someone off so that YOU can be the one carrying a child hmm? I don't want to lose the kid, so I'll ride it out for a little longer as a woman but that means you need to be a bit more tolerate and a LOT less judgemental as to what I decide to shove in my face - got it?" The truth was, Darius didn't know how else to deal with Asher's missing arm. She couldn't help the frown on her face, mostly because she didn't know how else to help him. "Listen, why don't I try and, I don't know, see if the Hare can't find a replacement for your arm sooner? It IS his fault that your arm is left over in Underland. I might despise the kid but - he knows how to find the unfindable. He has free access to the oyster realm, perhaps they have something we can... procur for you in the mean time."

[12:37 PM] Soup:

She hadn't seen it, a fake arm as it were, in real life, but on television shows she had, if Asher could find something like that -- "Better yet, why don't I track down that bloody Hare now and have him take you to an actual hospital in the other realm?"  In hind sight, that was probably what they should have done - instead of wasting the night away watching more movies and then eventually falling asleep. Darius had actually fallen asleep on the couch, with the baby growing inside of his female body far faster than it should have been, it had certainly taken its toll. Not even the havoc and chaos that had happened to Asher had managed to rouse Darius from her sleep, it wasn't until the sun had risen and the servants were coming around to tell them breakfast was ready had Darius woken up and realized something was very wrong. When she called out to Asher and there was no answer, Darius started searching the rooms - a cold chill running up her spine when she had seen the state the bedroom was in. Clearly, there was a struggle, and clearly, whoever Asher had been struggling with had done something terrible. The only trouble was, Darius didn't know where to start. There was no ransom note, nobody waiting to rub it in her face or seek demands, and there was only one person that Darius could think of to go to help. (c)

[12:45 PM] Soup:

It had taken a couple of hours for Darius to wind up at Sean's house from the Diamond Castle, it wasn't exactly across the hill like her old house had been. Darius could hear voices inside as she didn't even bother knocking on the door and just made her way in. "Asher is missing ---" Sean had shared a glance with Seti as he looked toward Darius. "So? How is that my problem? And bloody Wonderlands, you have only been gone for a couple days, how are you already showing?" Darius had closed the distance between himself and Sean, snatching up his wrist with her hand. "Never mind that, I need you to find out what happened to him. Use your mirrors, show me who took him" "Haven't I helped you enough?" I got you and Asher out of Underland didn't I?" "You cost him his arm!!!" "That wasn't my fault! It was either his arm, or his life!!!" "I don't have time for this! Just use your mirrors, show me what happened to him!" Snatching his arm away from his (Her) grip, Sean created the mirror, watching along with Darius as the events unfolded. "You recognize any of those people? Looks like your hunch was correct. But you can't do anything, you're pregnant. You're gonna have to come up with a Plan B." "Like Bloody Hell I can't do anything! Take me to Underland, I'll get him back myself!" Sean had shook his head, looking toward Seti as if expecting him to jump in at any moment. (e)

[6:35 PM] Karma:

Asher gave a grin as Darius snapped at him, then nodded his head " Wow, you must really love me. Wishing something you think has been one of the worst things to ever happen to you, on me."  Nodding then he pushed himself up " Fine, you do just that, Darius."  He then rolled his eyes when Darius started to make demands of him " I'm not being intolerant, nor am I being judgmental. I just don't know what's going on with you. And In case you forgot. I lost an arm recently, so i'm a bit of a mess." Shaking his head then he glances up before sitting back on the couch and listen to Darius make a suggestion about the arm " You do know that it would need maintenance and who knows what else. But if that's what you want to try, I'm not against it. I'm just not sure." Lifting his left hand up then he rubbed the side of his head before yawning " Right now I just want to not die of an infection and the stress off all of this. Though with Darius' next suggestion he grumbled " I don't want to go to anymore realms at the moment. Maybe another time we can do that, like I said. I just want to rest for the time being. I just lost an arm, Darius. I'm not in the mood to go wandering around being constantly reminded of it. After a while though they both seemed to just get into watching things and Darius had fallen asleep on the couch. That's when Asher decided to take his leave from the other. Then later on that night he had been taken by people who were trying to find Darius' instead. As Darius was the one they wanted the most for 'her' crimes in Underland. Asher's only crime was being a cheshire who wasn't being handled right by Darius. Asher got an entire ear full of it when he was being taken to a prison without being put through court. After all, Cheshire's didn't deserve a trial in Underland. And for Asher, time had passed much more quickly.

[6:36 PM] Karma:

Because not long after arriving at the prison where he was made to serve other non-cheshire prisoners and those working at the prison. Along with daily beatings for the most minor infractions, Asher had gotten the same treatment as every other cheshire in the facility. That was until one day a woman had come for him, specifically him. She had easily been able to siege the entire facility and demand his release into her custody. She promised to not murder every last one of them if they had only given her, and so they had given Asher away to the woman. The woman and her legion had then taken Asher through a portal. They told him that they would be taking him home but as they crossed the portal a metal collar had been fashioned to his neck and the woman had started to give orders to hook him up to a machine in a room. Asher was then dragged by the other guards to a room with a strange floor. Stopping for a moment before getting shoved he looked toward the woman in charge " What, you going to make me exercise, what the hell is going on here?"

[6:36 PM] Karma:

Though they didn't answer him they just shoved him into the room and closed the door quickly behind him. The woman then started speaking into a mic at him about how he was to spend every day running for as long as she deemed necessary, and sleep, eat, drink, during the small breaks she would give him. It was, as one could guess, absolutely confusing. Asher didn't know why was having to do this he asked "I don't think that's a very good idea. I have a heart condi-" He was cut off when the woman told him she knew all about his condition " Okay...And what if I don't?" Asher had asked then before the floor suddenly jerked under him, the belt starting. He dropped to the belt cover floor, hard, his skin getting burned as the belt kept going. Quickly pushing himself up with his arm he hissed " Alright! I got it! Keep running, fuck!" The woman then nods watching Asher through the glass for a moment before commanding most of the legion of warriors out of the room.

[6:37 PM] Karma:

Things had went on like that for a long time, every time Asher collapsed from exhaustion or simply just passed out because his heart gave out he was revived and given a few days of rest before having to go through the tests again.  Finally however, he was freed. A soldier had walked him out of the testing room and he was given a fruity drink " Oh, wow...Nice, I love fruity drin-" The woman commanded him to shut up and just drink it then. Rolling his eyes he lift the drink up and gulped the entire thing down. When Sean looked at him Seti moved closer, putting Julian in the others arms before moving to Darius and then all out bitch slapping the other right across the face " You aren't going to do anything with this condition. Asher can't be helped if everyone has to protect that spawn of yours. Now get back to your house, deal with that-" He points at Darius' stomach " And then go save him. But your main priority is to protect that child. Do you understand that, you have a responsibility now. Asher isn't a child, and it is horrible what has happened. But your child is in the most danger right now. Stay calm and deal with that, now."  Seti then looked to Sean " Close the mirror and I want to hear no more of this traveling nonsense out of either of you until that child is born and Darius has properly prepared.  You better listen to me, or so help me..." He narrowed his eyes on the both of them before grabbing Julian away "Wanting to put himself in danger while carrying a child inside him, how reckless could you be." Seti muttered as he was walking away " Sean, help Darius get home and then that's it.  You come right back here."

[verdigrisprowl]

Dec 17 Dancitron Movie Night - Gotham s2 e1-3

Everyone’s very disappointed in Jim Gordon’s life choices.

Today MedicalMurdersaurus 7:22 pm *SLIDES into the room Tom Cruise style, holding a sack full of his now several month old Halloween goodie haul above his head* NoodlesAtNight 7:23 pm *Soundwave's rushing to put everything together, having been so very busy today with... things. He JUST manages to twirl out of the way of Swoop's slide, and ejects Laserbeak, who practically mobs Swoop for the bag.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:23 pm *SQUEAKS* BIRD! NoodlesAtNight 7:24 pm {{Gimme gimme gimme gimme, let Bird see, aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:24 pm *the dragon comes in /much/ more sedately and sensibly than Swoop. she's got her typical haul of treats! she's also got special "grayface gummis" made with mercury syrup that are shaped like the anonymous ask face. anon may have been a coward, but Bird will still get grayface snacks.* Hello, Soundwave! verdigrisprowl 7:24 pm *appears. he'd been hoping to get here before the other guests.* *oh well.* NoodlesAtNight 7:25 pm *Prowl can nudge Soundwave upstairs briefly if needs be?* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:25 pm *drops the bag in front of himself, then plops next to it and dumps it out for inspection* verdigrisprowl 7:26 pm *no, it's fine, he just wanted a quiet moment with him.* ((i'm assuming this is fuzzytimed to before unicron?)) NoodlesAtNight 7:27 pm ((if it's agreed that's best?? i wasn't 100% sure)) verdigrisprowl 7:27 pm ((i can say it's safe to say prowl wouldn't be going to movie streams if he's supposed to be organizing evacuations.)) NoodlesAtNight 7:27 pm ((then it technically took place yesterday)) [[Greetings, dragon. Those look new. Inspired?]] *Pings Prowl and heads past to oh so lightly brush his fingers against Prowl's before continuing to arrange the furniture.* NoodlesAtNight 7:28 pm *Bird gasps.* {{It so many! Where you Swoop get all this good?}} verdigrisprowl 7:28 pm *oh so lightly brushes back* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:28 pm *beams* All over! Me Swoop do LOTS and LOTS of trick or treat : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:30 pm There was maybe a little inspiration involved. I hope they're good! NoodlesAtNight 7:30 pm {{How many trick you play? Them Autobots get fooled?}} [[He is sure they will be as delicious as everything else you make - and if for some reason they are not, our critiques will be gentle and helpful.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:30 pm Kehehh! Nahhh! No trick! All treats. ALMOST one trick. But Him do treat too : > NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm *Tiny bob for the dragon. Respect!* Swervester 7:32 pm //oof dinner finished just in time NoodlesAtNight 7:33 pm ((welcome!)) Swervester 7:33 pm //also ya i figured fuzzy timed bc swerve wouldn't be here either if unicron happening lmao NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm ((i just didn't wanna assume without input! all good 😀 )) verdigrisprowl 7:35 pm ((i'm gonna go grab food after take me to church)) NoodlesAtNight 7:35 pm ((np not starting til 8)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:35 pm ((I've heard this song ten thousand times but literally this is the first time I have ever payed attention to the lyrics OMFG)) verdigrisprowl 7:35 pm ((until then i'll be dancing in my seat)) verdigrisprowl 7:36 pm ((IT'S INTENSE SHIT)) NoodlesAtNight 7:36 pm {{Who them almost? You want Bird trick them?}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:36 pm *the dragon churrs happily. Soundwave is so kind.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:36 pm Uhhhhh.... Me Swoop not remember name. Me Swoop not ask. No care. Me Swoop ONLY want trick or treat. For Bird! Kehehheh. And beat other Dinobots. NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm *Bird rolls in the air, whistling happily.* {{You Swoop beat them? Them wimps. Swoop beat, Bird knows.}} opatoes 7:39 pm Oooh! I got here just in time, huh? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:40 pm *snickers and watches her go* Them not FLY opatoes 7:40 pm ((asdzxcbm i JUST got back from spidey im getting no rest tonight NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[You really must tell him more about how you learned to do all of this some time, dragon. He is most curious.]] [[That you did, Smokescreen.]] ((aaaaa lucky!! i hope you enjoyed it)) opatoes 7:41 pm /Smokescreen's running in and is throwing himself at the couch- he may look a little funny tonight. Mostly that he looks like Starscream./ MedicalMurdersaurus 7:41 pm ((Oh! Is there going to be a Christmas Eve stream?)) opatoes 7:41 pm ((I did! It was really good! Swervester 7:41 pm //unless i get a laptop for christmas and am allowed to open it i'll miss eve stream, I spend the christmas night/day at my mom's and mobile rabbit doesn't like my phone so MedicalMurdersaurus 7:42 pm ((I'll be with fam too. It's cool. We might just need a recap before the following one.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:43 pm It... *the dragon considers for a moment* I mean, I guess it was difficult. But at first I was just- *hm, Prowl's here* I was just giving out plain energon. Then someone mentioned adding things. Then that one human, the feline human I think? Started making stuff. And I just... I just decided to try doing that myself. I did nearly blow myself up twice, but I already knew how to cook dragon-style, so once I figured out the rules with energon, it wasn't as hard as it could have been. Getting everything the right size for you all to eat was really the hard part! I had to rig up something so that I could get proper serving sizes. NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm ((depending on how many people show up i will either just offer plot summaries for those who missed, or switch to something seasonal for one week and then resume 4-6 on the next week)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm ((sounds good!)) NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm ((but if i switch then any future misses will have to be summaries or we'll fail to hit venomtine's day)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm ((venomtine's day is going to be a laugh riot)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:44 pm ((hell yeah)) NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm [[...Smokescreen, that is the most horrible thing they have ever done to you.]] *Eyeing the Starscream appearance before playing back the dragon's speech in his head to catch up* opatoes 7:46 pm ... I wish I could say it was, Soundwave. But man, I can't wait 'til a couple weeks after this! So I can look good again. NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Swing and a miss on that humorous shot. Oops.*

[[Where did you find implements large enough for our servings? Special order?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:48 pm *makes no move to help Bird with candy mountain, cause a decent chunk of Swoop wants to see her try to fly off with it all* NoodlesAtNight 7:48 pm *She is definitely circling it and trying to figure out how to get it all back into her grip* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm ...You know those human car-building machines? I had to use two of those, a draconic control rig, and a pair- *uh, even though they're sterilized and very, very clean, she probably shouldn't cop to using corpse hands for anything* -and some other stuff to get proper manual dexterity. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:49 pm *is both delighted and intentionally useless* : > opatoes 7:49 pm /You tried, Soundwave. Smokey's not about to say anything that could possibly tempt worse things, though!/ NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm *Maybe if she just... drops to the floor and scoots herself under it back first with the help of her feelers?*

*...................Nope. No good.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *claps both hands over his mouth in an absolutely pitiful attempt to control his full body shaking laughter* NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm [[You are quite the inventive little organic. He suspects our Wheeljack would be fascinated with your ability to rig things if we could get him out of his damned laboratory.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:51 pm ((Laserbeak's eyes have been bigger than her gut for a while now. is tonight the night she is bested? XD)) NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm *And not tempting greyfaces is very wise, Smokescreen. He's proud of you for having learned that, actually* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:52 pm I think he'd scream and duck for cover. *the dragon still puffs up, pleased by the compliment, though* The mechanical parts are more "creative" than "dangerous," but I suspect the code I had to use to get everything to interface together is a crime against programming. *oops, she said the C-word. sorry, prowl!* opatoes 7:52 pm /To be fair, he got into this mess by tempting them in the first place! He's gotta learn eventually./ opatoes 7:53 pm Say- Say, Soundwave, what kind of drinks do you have tonight anyway? NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *Okay. Okay. What if she - what if she bridges it? And she catches it in -- no, that's not going to work. How about trying to make a basket like Soundwave does?*

*She'll get about halfway into weaving one before realizing she won't have anything left to grab the candy with afterward.*

*She might just be, Swoop. Give her another few minutes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:54 pm ((there's cat hair in my apple cider)) NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm ((mood)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:54 pm ((how did this happen, I say as I pull my cat's face out of my mug)) NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm ((at least YOUR cat was NEAR your mug. i somehow got one in there even though she was on the floor.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:55 pm *flops forward onto his belly, chin in hands, to watch her with the most devious grin* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:56 pm ((the second the apples come out, my cat is there. it's actually really weird. I have to lock my apples in the microwave because she will eat them otherwise. and if I leave an apple core in the trash can without bagging the trash up and removing it she'll knock the can over and eat the core.)) Swervester 7:56 pm //HA i made koolaid earlier, my cat wasn't even in the same room and there was haior in it Swervester 7:57 pm //i had to pull out three strands like cat pls SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:57 pm ((cat hair is a magical substance)) NoodlesAtNight 7:57 pm [[Well, you are only a beginner. You can't be faulted for having so little time to practice compared to his species.]]

[[Oh, Smokescreen - tonight we have some of what Ravage has called a Thermometwist. Heated energon with minerals that leave your mouth feeling cooled despite the temperature. It is on the sweet and tart side.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:58 pm ((it's like ravage designed a drink specifically to make swoop feel attacked)) verdigrisprowl 7:58 pm ((IM BACK)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm *the dragon chuffs* That does make me feel better. *she puffs up with pride* And in any case, my cooking is what I pride myself on. opatoes 7:58 pm Oooh- that sounds pretty good! I had to check before I got up, you know? /Now, slowly, slowly, Smokescreen is making his way over to the bar, grabbing onto anything he can to make sure he doesn't fall over. His new claws *might* accidentally go through a couch./ NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm *OKAY. Okay. Laserbeak's got it. She's got this now. She knows exactly how to carry all of this upstairs to her room.*

{{Hey, Swoop. You putting goodies back in bag, taking upstairs. Okay?}} ((welcome back!)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm *griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins* Kay NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm *She whirs happily. Hah! No food yet has been created that will best her genius.* verdigrisprowl 7:59 pm ((i skim-backread but did anybody talk to prowl while i was gone)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm ((the dragon said "Crimes" but that wasn't to prowl, that was just a dig at her own programming skills)) NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm ((we start when song is done)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm ((which start at "if about to blow up(); don't;" and go downhill from there)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:01 pm *sweeps the candy back into the bag, missing a few here and there but not noticing* Me SWOOP can candy kehehheh *carries the bag away with just one hand because he can* NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm *Soundwave sighs softly at the claws through the couch. He's never going to have a week where he doesn't have to replace SOME piece of furniture again, is he?* ((lmao what a description - and nay soundwave didn't say anythin else to him yet cause i didn't want it to get lost haha)) NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm {{You Swoop stroooooong. Mighty Dinobot!}} *Picking the last few off the ground before following him.* verdigrisprowl 8:02 pm *is soundwave sitting yet? if so, prowl's leaning on him. if not, prowl's watching him expectantly.* Swervester 8:02 pm [he has found a seat, don't mind him] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:02 pm *understands sarcasm exists and doesn't even consider it a possibility because Bird compliments are <3* NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm *He is just now about to sit, which he does with more grace than one would expect from someone who just saw his expenses grow and grew tired at the thought.* NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm [[Ah, Swerve. Good evening.]] opatoes 8:03 pm /Smokescreen's finally grabbing himself a drink and, on the way back, finally notices the claw damage, wings drooping and staring at Soundwave./ Uh. Soundwave? Can I give you a gift later? Swervester 8:03 pm Hey NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm [[Perhaps.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *follows Bird's lead on depositing the candy in its new home and final resting place* opatoes 8:03 pm !! /He's waving at Swerve in excitement! This has got to be the most excited any Starscream look-a-like has EVER looked./ Good, good! You've always wanted another couch, right? NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm *She'll have him park it riiiiight on top of her latest pile of snacks. Hopefully it won't topple.* verdigrisprowl 8:04 pm It's a brick wall. They can just take a jackhammer to the bricks. NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm [[Perhaps they will? That was a month ago.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((what the fuuuuuuck, penguin)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm *it does a little but whatever* NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm ((he's pulling a mooney)) *Good enough for her! Hurry, hurry, back down!* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm I think it would hurt Bruce's pride not to be able to guess his father's combination. verdigrisprowl 8:05 pm ((i totally wasn't looking, who got shot)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm *scampers down again, laughing all the way* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm ((no one I recognized)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm ((penguin offed some rando who probably pissed him off/belonged to falcone)) NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm ((OH RIGHT WARNINGS shit hold on)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm *the dragon snickers* The Goddess was drunk when she let his soul through. verdigrisprowl 8:06 pm He can jackhammer his way into the room, take the door upstairs, and open it at his leisure. NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm ((GOTHAM S2 1-3 // Violence, blood, death; includes eye trauma. Poor depictions of mental illnesses, continuing representation of a terrible institution. Flashing lights, foul/ableist/phobic(?) language, offensive accent imitation(?), passing mentions of sexual assault and cannibalism, character using incest implication for shock value against another character.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm Oh! Us watching FIGHTING movie! opatoes 8:07 pm ... Man, I gotta bug Megatron about swordfighting later SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:07 pm He drank WHAT. verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm You don't pull a gun on looters. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:07 pm Dragon blood :V NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm ((Do note that this season is eventually where we get what I promised the first time we saw Arkham; if Arkham looks terrible, there is a very good reason.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm He drank /WHAT/. *she'd be laughing, but her blood is vaguely blue* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:08 pm BLOOD NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm [[Hopefully no dragon you know.]] Swervester 8:08 pm Is he ok opatoes 8:09 pm begone SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm I don't think that the Gotham humans have any access to any dragons I know. opatoes 8:09 pm thought verdigrisprowl 8:09 pm ((seriously? a split personality? riddler can't just be riddler on his own merits for his own reason?)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm ((I know, right)) NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((not a development i much liked either tbh)) verdigrisprowl 8:10 pm ((*mentally replaces it with kronk arguing with his shoulder angel/devil*)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:10 pm ((mood)) NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm ((that works!! i shall join you on it)) [[Oh, punch him. He deserves it.]] *Settles up against Prowl. Ahh.* opatoes 8:10 pm Uh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:10 pm Punch him hard. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Where fighting go :< verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm I prefer the threat. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm ...Um. verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm The threat's legal and scarier. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm KEHEHEHH burp opatoes 8:11 pm Uh. Is that a thing humans can do SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm No. No it is not. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm [[He didn't say not to keep the threat. A punch simply feels good.]] opatoes 8:11 pm ... man, human headlights look away NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm [[But you are right. Legal is probably safer with Loeb.]] opatoes 8:11 pm weird Weird I mean verdigrisprowl 8:11 pm ... Hmm. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:12 pm *the dragon kind of wants to point out that biting Loeb's throat out would also solve the problem, but after The Javert Thing she's trying to be good* opatoes 8:12 pm Be Batman, Gordon. NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm *It would get him put in jail. Can't do much detective work from in there.* opatoes 8:12 pm ... Who's Jerome NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[The circus youngling who slaughtered his mother.]] opatoes 8:13 pm ... Is he the Joker human later NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Perhaps. He does not know.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm Ooooh, is she going to hurt him? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm Them stripey : > opatoes 8:14 pm ((asdxccvb for a second this felt familiar but i think i got this part mixed up with like... assassin's creed movie SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm She did not. Hm. verdigrisprowl 8:14 pm ((the heck is with that skirt. it looks like an unusually modest Sexy Halloween Costume)) verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm ((prison striped skirt)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:15 pm ((I know, right)) opatoes 8:15 pm Anarchy! NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm ((they riff on the arkham wear late in the season, even the script knows lmao)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:15 pm ANARCHY! verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm ((lol good)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:15 pm ((god penguin is so gay for him)) NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[Penguin does not owe you for that. You did that to repay him from previous ones.]] verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm There's a question of scale. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm ((Penguin is gay (happy) because he's gay (homosexual) for Jim)) verdigrisprowl 8:17 pm ((gay^2)) Swervester 8:17 pm [squints] Isn't this sliding into all those moral objections he had before. verdigrisprowl 8:17 pm It most certainly is. NoodlesAtNight 8:17 pm [[It seems to be.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm I would assume so, but it's hard to tell with humans. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[He stopped Penguin from getting arrested in exchange for helping to put away another criminal. He himself considers the scale even.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm Sir, are you- oh, it's Harvey. Nevermind, that's probably safe. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[The officer who stabbed a witness. Flask.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm ((be happy, harvey ;; good on you)) verdigrisprowl 8:19 pm ((good work harvey)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm Soundwave. You fast forward to fighting part. NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm ((i love that he walked. he's still so law-abiding he walked all the way to wayne manor instead of driving after having been drinking)) verdigrisprowl 8:20 pm ((i just assumed he didn't have a car without a patrol car)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((also possible, but i like it the other way XD ))

*Soundwave leans forward, curious.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((honestly same)) Oooh, the child's sharp. verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm "Personal honor." Not wanting to thrash somebody isn't a manner of "personal honor," it's a matter of morality. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:22 pm I'm not sure whether his docent should be chiding him or not for being so clever. *hah* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm ((I love this Bruce but I have no idea how, when Batman shows up, Gordon didn't immediately drive over to Wayne Manor to give him a talking to because he is SO CLEARLY tiny Batman)) Swervester 8:22 pm I guess personal honor and morality alignment could fall on the same scale but yeah that's definitely an issue of morality and probably legality SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:22 pm *she /knew/ he'd be too proud to break down the door* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm Me Swoop like THRASHING kehhehehh verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm There's no pride in deciding whether or not you want to commit a lesser evil for a greater good. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:22 pm *...or not* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[Besides, if he does something against the law, Loeb will have no problem holding it against him. He holds it against them when they're still police.]] Swervester 8:24 pm Did he have a plan Oh. He did MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm KEHHEH him punch with gun! verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm *sighs* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm {{It tiny thrash.}} *Chirp* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *AAHHHH HER CHIRP IS SO CUTE* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm ((a note of interest: this chase sorta mirrors the one from S1 's opener with positions reversed, i think)) opatoes 8:26 pm Gordon... NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm ((the weird cam angles, cop + criminal, through a kitchen, etc))

[[........../Well./ That won't be good. Primus damn it, human.]] Swervester 8:26 pm This child's catty. //rtdgfg does he read as autistic scale to anyone else verdigrisprowl 8:26 pm ((ur rite)) NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm ((which who he)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm ((hell yes he does0) Swervester 8:26 pm //bruce verdigrisprowl 8:26 pm ((bruce)) NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm ((sometimes ye)) Swervester 8:27 pm //he keeps vacilliating between "no he's just traumatized" and pinging all my "ah someone autistic like me" brain signals and it's wild NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm ((both. both is good)) verdigrisprowl 8:27 pm ((he can be both)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Bird : > Swervester 8:27 pm //i like both verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm Hang up. NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm *Tilts his head.* [[A phone that big, going unnoticed? Someone was bribed.]] Swervester 8:29 pm Did she have any reason not to believe him until she called back NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm [[Even humans are not that unobservant.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm [[He does not think your average mech would go away and be secretive about a sales call, personally.]] verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm ... Maybe Swindle. Swervester 8:30 pm Swindle absolutely would. NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm [[...Swindle is granted an exception.]] verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm I suppose you DID specify "average" mech. Swervester 8:31 pm //crunch is better NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm *Soundwave huffs softly.* verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ((smooth forever)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:31 pm You Bird funny and *somewhat uncomfortable at the words coming out of his face* cute MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm ((throw another vote on the smooth pile)) NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm {{You Swoop nice but noisy.}} *She pats him.* {{Shhhhh.}} Swervester 8:32 pm I want to ask who's head but I'm not sure I wanna know. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm *leans into the pats* NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[A guard's, obviously.]] Swervester 8:33 pm This thunderstorm thing is real convinenant NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm [[He does have a sense for the dramatic.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *LOUD huff* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm ((so goddamn proud of himself)) *in his best whisper attempt* Me Swoop Dinobot. Dinobots not for quiet! NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *She whispers back.* {{You Swoop do good job though.}} verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm He's quite the expert manipulator. NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Soundwave twitches slightly, but settles down again.*

[[He is. It is little wonder he pulled off what he did with his enemies last time.]] *Twitch again. Hm.* verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm *points at the man behind the podium* He made the... dragon blood drug. NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm [[Yes. He thinks so. The voices match.]] Swervester 8:36 pm ...I should probably learn more about police roles because two seasons and I'm still not entirely sure why he's in charge of the police. verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm Oh. I didn't notice the voices. Well, further evidence. NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[It is his job to observe voice prints. Do not worry.]] *Pats knee.* [[He is in charge of the police because he blackmailed his way up th-- what is /that/.]] opatoes 8:37 pm ... He's like my boxyverse alternate MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm KEHHEHHEHHEH Swervester 8:37 pm Whoa verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm Dragon blood. NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm ((TABITHAAAAAAAAAA <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 )) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[You do not breathe your blood out, do you, dragon? That seems... unhealthy.]] verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm I'm sure that's just the street name. opatoes 8:38 pm wait who's tabitha NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm {{His sister. Neheheh.}} opatoes 8:39 pm b. but who Swervester 8:39 pm Jerome really bothers me man. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm {{What bother bar bot?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm Bar bot?? Swervester 8:40 pm I can't put my finger on it but he really rubs me the wrong way whenever he talks. opatoes 8:41 pm ... He seems like an evilverse version of you, Swerve Swervester 8:41 pm ... What opatoes 8:41 pm ... What I mean- like, weirdverse you? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm *imagines someone petting Swerve backwards like a fussed cat and snickers* opatoes 8:41 pm Jerome seems like a weirdverse name. Swervester 8:41 pm [sputters] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm KEHHEHH MedicalMurdersaurus 8:42 pm Her stab : > NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm [[He's seen worse recruitment tactics.]] opatoes 8:42 pm Like, you're pleasant and likable and Jerome isn't- am I just sticking my pede in my mouth or something Swervester 8:42 pm You are [waves hands] opatoes 8:42 pm Frag- well, uh. Can we pretend I didn't say that then? Swervester 8:42 pm Yes opatoes 8:42 pm Thank you, Swerve- you're pretty awesome, you know! NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm [[Not a jackhammer, but...]] verdigrisprowl 8:42 pm They could have just. Gotten a couple of pickaxes. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm That a BABY explode! That NOTHING. Him Wheelack do bigger boom in sleep! verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm That was entirely unnecessary. NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm {{That just call snoring, peh.}} Swervester 8:43 pm Wouldn't some big ass hammers suffice NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[Unnecessary, but precisely the thing a youngling would dream up, he imagines.]] Swervester 8:43 pm How long have they been dead? This is a really dusty cave NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[Exciting, different, and noisy.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm [[They have been dead a year. And they did just disturb the cave.]] Swervester 8:44 pm Hmm Seems pretty cobweby for a year but maybe that's just how organic caves are verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm That seems a false dichotomy. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm [[His father was a rich human who likely had little knowledge of the real world. He wouldn't doubt it.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:46 pm What rich means? *knows the word but doesn't understand the context* verdigrisprowl 8:46 pm Oh, is that where the mayor's been. NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm {{It mean own looooooots of money, loooooots of stuff. Them not need know what everybody else knowing.}} [[...Ha. Tarantula. Imagine him in there.]] verdigrisprowl 8:46 pm ... Why would you do that to the poor tarantula. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm WHy not know? opatoes 8:47 pm ... Is he gonna do both NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm *Wiggling his little spider legs threateningly at the box head.* opatoes 8:47 pm Man, I would've picked choice A. NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm {{Them pay not to find out.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm *looks at Bird with no comprehension at all in his optics* Swervester 8:47 pm Wow they really need Batman. opatoes 8:47 pm I wouldn't mind a Messy on my face. NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *Gently elbows Prowl.* @P: [[He trusts you would pick choice A as well.]] *Humor ping.* [[Wh--]] *Huffing.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm KEHEHHEHHEHH Fall! SPLAT! opatoes 8:48 pm get him pictures pictures of spiders man NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[Rather unobservant for a journalist.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm KEHEHHHH!!! verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm Getting in a tiny box with a tarantula? Sounds fun. Swervester 8:49 pm //that;s the worst time for the video to freeze on me ghbg NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm ((do you need a pause?)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm *wants to throw people with letters off a building* !! : > Swervester 8:49 pm //it's back now i just missed like 15 seconds lmao MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm Nice verdigrisprowl 8:50 pm ... I feel like there are easier ways to get in the paper. NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm [[That depends on what the point of the activity is.]] opatoes 8:51 pm ... Do people actually read newspapers MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm What newspaper? *was but a wee dinotot when newspapers were a thing* verdigrisprowl 8:51 pm *... leans over to Soundwave* verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm @S «Where's the Starscream that sounds like a Smokescreen from?» Swervester 8:52 pm He's really interested in making a show of this isn't he opatoes 8:53 pm You'd think he'd just get a job in theater MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm kehehheehhehhh! Him fall down : > NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm @P: [[Smokescreen's world. The grey beings are having fun at other people's expenses again.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm [[Perhaps he was denied a beloved role.]] [[This could be his revenge.]] [[WHAT IS HE DOING.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:54 pm !!! Swervester 8:54 pm Alfred why verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm *prowl assumes soundwave means THAT smokescreen.* @S «So they switched out his voicebox?» opatoes 8:54 pm I guess that's true. That's the kind of thing a really passionate theater person might d- Alfred WHY MedicalMurdersaurus 8:54 pm keheh him SMASH verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm What the hell! NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm @P: [[He isn't sure what they did, but they did tamper with him.]] Swervester 8:55 pm PRobably a good reason to let him see the thing so he could know what not to go looking for! NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[Protect him? By not letting him know who to hide from?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm ((It seems like he shouldn't be able to fire his guardian. Creates some problems...)) opatoes 8:56 pm This... isn't going to go well, is it MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm KAHHAHAHAH GET HIM!! verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm Wreckers. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[Taking lessons from Rumble and Frenzy, he sees.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm aww.... Swervester 8:57 pm Evil Wreckers. verdigrisprowl 8:57 pm Redundant. opatoes 8:57 pm Phfff. NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[Hah.]] opatoes 8:58 pm Oh yeah! The game called "Bullet munch" right NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[...Yes. Yes, he is.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:58 pm ((Every other moment with Jerome, I can tell exactly which Joker incarnation he's trying to be. This Russian Roulette thing is the only time he feels like he's genuinely got his own take going. I like it.)) NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [][][]The case is a bear?[][][] *Looks to Prowl* Swervester 9:00 pm Wow she's rude. NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm [[What police slang is this?]] opatoes 9:00 pm She wants him to stay happy verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm I think it's Earth slang. NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm [[Hmm. You drove with humans a while; do you know what it means?]] NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm *He hasn't seen a single bear on this case. He doesn't get it.* verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm Not completely sure. But bears are considered big and dangerous. I like her a lot. She's probably going to die. Swervester 9:02 pm Probably opatoes 9:02 pm Are there any other good cops in this whole place NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[Hmm.]] *He's mostly used to the pandas, not the oth-- PFFFF* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm *blinks* The docent is quitting? Really? NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[He was fired.]] opatoes 9:02 pm ((... i thought he just held that pose it just froze on me NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[He has little choice.]] ((do i need to pause?)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm *blinks* Oh. Oh, yes, he. He was. opatoes 9:03 pm ((all good! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:03 pm ((whoops, I was half-watching and missed that)) opatoes 9:03 pm ((it just made it look like he was staring into space for much longer MedicalMurdersaurus 9:03 pm ((I guess I knew Alfred probably was loaded in his own right but I only just now realized how little he'd have in the way of expenses. He lives in someone else's home and drives someone else's car and I can't imagine Bruce makes him buy his own groceries. Where can I find a boy billionaire to work for?)) Swervester 9:03 pm Well that's awful timing for a chant,. NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm ((Idk but you better reference me when you get hired cause I want in too)) [[Oh, leave the records human alone.]] [[You already protected her. You did what you could.]] verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm She's not interested. Leave her alone. verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm (("I'm gonna take you down the path that rocks.")) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:05 pm ((He'd pretty much only have to pay for clothes, entertainment, and medical bills, though I bet Bruce got him super fucking amazing health insurance. )) NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm ((LMAO puff)) opatoes 9:06 pm Onions MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm ono *realizes what's going on* opatoes 9:06 pm ... Well, I thought he was gonna go on SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:06 pm ((puff just improves the riddler 200%)) opatoes 9:06 pm Uh. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm *perks up, wings flaring and optics bright* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm Him going to burn them! : > Awesome opatoes 9:07 pm Swoop, no, that's bad MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm What bad? Fire fun : > verdigrisprowl 9:07 pm They can shoot at their knees. opatoes 9:07 pm Humans on fire is pretty bad. NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm [[And risk missing?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:08 pm Bad for THEM kehheheh opatoes 9:08 pm ... Luckily, this human's bad at starting fires verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm You miss and you hit the ground or a tire. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:08 pm fun for fire person opatoes 9:08 pm GORDON NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[Both of which are soaked in -- oh dear.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:08 pm KEHHEHEH aw :< verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm ... You could have driven a LITTLE further away. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:08 pm KAHAHA SNIPED NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[At least this Galavan knows how to mind his loose ends.]] [[Though that will make it more difficult for the Gordon human.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm ((i like how that was a big moment of quick thought, school. i wouldn't wanna go back either buddy)) opatoes 9:10 pm ... Oh yeah, how much school has bruce been missing? NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm [[Months.]] opatoes 9:11 pm ... Is that a lot of time for humans? NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm [[Some.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:11 pm Month is a looooooooooooong time NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm [[Hm. Cute.]] *Checking in during a hard day of work. He appreciates that.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm *is instantly taken in by Alfred's storytelling and is glued to the screen* NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[...What is a kipper.]] *It must be a blanket. Humans tuck blankets. And clothes.* opatoes 9:14 pm ... What IS a kipper? Oh! ... Fish smoke? NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[When they're on fire.]] opatoes 9:15 pm Ohhh. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:16 pm Sausage NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm [[Redball. A bloody bullet?]] NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm [[He really must stop talking to her.]] opatoes 9:17 pm ... He should really trace this call Oh verdigrisprowl 9:17 pm That's obviously a trap. Swervester 9:18 pm Ah she's going to die. verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm Yell for half a dozen other officers to come with you. NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[...He's not sure there ARE half a dozen other officers left.]] verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm If he'd yelled BEFORE he left there would have been. NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm [[Oh, you mean Gordon. He thought you meant her. Yes, he should have got more. But he does like to go alone... and she does know that.]] [][][]No heroes.[][][] *Sigh. He still doesn't listen to Harvey, does he.* verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm That's why you always bring backup. verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm ... There's a movie I just saw where that's a plot point. NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Where what is?]] verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm Bringing backup. NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Oh? What is it?]] Swervester 9:22 pm Why do humans spit like that verdigrisprowl 9:22 pm It's— Don't go watch it, I—think I'm going to show it in a few days. It's an insult. They think spit is gross. opatoes 9:22 pm Poor Gordon NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm [[He will not watch it, on his honor. He simply wishes to know what to be excited about.]] [[Return faster, Gordon.]] Swervester 9:22 pm But spitting just makes them madder, wouldn't it be better not to opatoes 9:23 pm ... You really gotta clarify verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm It's Buzz Lightyear of Star Command. It's about the star cop in an interstellar police force. It's... a hard watch. opatoes 9:24 pm Come on- don't kill her off too verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm *gestures at the screen. what did he say.* Swervester 9:24 pm Did no oe call am ambulance? opatoes 9:24 pm ... /Dangit, why does Prowl have to watch movies he wants to see/ NoodlesAtNight 9:24 pm [[Oh, he knows that name - the little space suited human who is friends with the cowboy, yes? It is about him?]] verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm They might not have got there in time. verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm I didn't see any cowboys. But there's a whole series and I only saw the pilot, maybe the cowboy comes later. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Nodding. He rather liked the Toy stories; he would hear about the Star Command stories too.* [[And her loss is regrettable. A commissioner who would finally do something...]] opatoes 9:27 pm Man, it must be a multiversal thing that Joker ALWAYS likes being on tv opatoes 9:28 pm thanks mr edge MedicalMurdersaurus 9:29 pm KEHEHHH lots of people SPLAT verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm *disgusted scoff. "tiny cogs in an absurd machine." juvenile.* NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Shakes his head.* [[He continues to fall...]] *Glances at Prowl. Why the scoff?* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:29 pm YESSSS MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm Again! Again! verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *glances back.* He's pathetic. opatoes 9:30 pm The word of the night in gotham is defenestration NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm {{That fun word. Bird likes.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm What word? opatoes 9:30 pm Defenestration! NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[The Jerome human? Yes. Too flashy by half.]] opatoes 9:30 pm It means "The act of throwing someone out the window" MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm Defense-stration Swervester 9:31 pm She definitely was making a ppoint opatoes 9:31 pm ... Yeah, pretty much NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[She could not have made a more obvious one even with a whetstone.]] verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm And his "philosophy," if you can call it that, is... mm. NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm [[Go on?]] opatoes 9:32 pm Go see your bff, Jim. Swervester 9:33 pm Don' seem fine MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm ((give penguin a sincere hug and he'll do anything you want, Jim)) opatoes 9:34 pm Jim come on NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm ((pfff)) opatoes 9:34 pm ... Man, go see the magician verdigrisprowl 9:35 pm *hesitates.* ... I... have very little respect for most people who complain about being cogs in machines. verdigrisprowl 9:37 pm ((you're right, you CAN tell which joker he's channeling. right now we've got heath ledger.)) opatoes 9:37 pm ... Man, he's really easy to manipulate Swervester 9:38 pm //i don't even remember ledger's joker that well rip opatoes 9:38 pm Like the first guy to come up to him and be like "I believe in you, do this" and he eats it up opatoes 9:39 pm Just barge in MedicalMurdersaurus 9:39 pm ((he did the growly monologuing about a past story thing a lot. But it worked for Heath because his stories were contradictory. With Jerome, they are true stories so it misses the mark.)) verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm ((mainly the "monologuing about tragic past stories to imminent victims" thing)) verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm ((YEAH THAT)) NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm [[Ahh. Petrex history in play, yes?]] *Tilts his head.* [[Not everyone is content with such arrangements, of course, but... he supposes it depends on what the machine in question is. This one does have some right to want out of the one he was in, or so it sounds.]] opatoes 9:40 pm oh no NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm {{Him easy to manipulate because him desperate. Need approval. It easy believe first good promise if all life bad. It gift from Primus.}} {{That what it looking like.}} verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm A fraction Petrex. A fraction abundant experience with the kind of people who make complaints like that. A fraction common sense and my own life experience ever sense. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm *glances over at bird and blinks slowly, that was a lot of analysis of something that was flowing right past him as he waited for gore* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *Soundwave nods.* NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm *And Laserbeak occasionally has her moments.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:43 pm *doesn't have his moments and doesn't follow any of what she said to a next step* You Bird see a magician before? : > opatoes 9:44 pm ... Man, is that the only entertainment they got? They could've gotten... A bouncy house? Or something? NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm {{Yes. Many time.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:44 pm What BEST trick??? : V opatoes 9:44 pm Uh oh verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm People like that don't seem to understand that "being a cog" means "being a part of a society." verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm If you're not a cog in a machine, then you're a useless cog lying on the ground. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm {{Best trick..... best trick saw him bot in half. That one, brother do. Heh heh.}} NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[Ahh. Now he sees what you're getting at.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:46 pm PFF! Him Buzzsaw not a MAGICIAN! kEHHEHEH! Swervester 9:46 pm Is he hitting on her MedicalMurdersaurus 9:46 pm ((Alfred knows what's uuuuupppp)) verdigrisprowl 9:47 pm The opposite of being a cog in a machine isn't being free, being powerful, being liberated to do whatever nasty thing you want. It's being a hermit. NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm [[What, then, would you call him? If he is neither cog nor hermit.]] *Quite curious now* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm ((alfred does indeed know)) verdigrisprowl 9:48 pm He IS a cog. He's just a poorly-shaped one that senselessly breaks the cogs around it. opatoes 9:49 pm This... is going to go really badly NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Hm. Then we'll have to hope there is a repair human present.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm {{Uh-oh. Him gonna get Buzzsaw treatment, neheheh.}} Swervester 9:50 pm This concerns me NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Laserbeak begins whistling a funeral dirge* verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ... Trap door. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm [[Hah]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:50 pm *snickers and watches Bird out of the corner of his optic (probably more than he watches the show)* NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm {{Booooo. That boring.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:52 pm Them do with no box next time kehheheh NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[We wouldn't have much of a show if he perished, would we, Laserbeak.]] verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm Oh, HE'S going to die. verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm They're going after major political figures—the mayor, the police. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[Of course. Deputy mayors are next in line should the original go missing. Which has happened.]] verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm Billionaires too, apparently. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm Them bad at shooting keheh NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[Naturally. If he is mad that his family built the city and was wiped off the map after doing so, then he will want to go for those who currently lay claim to it.]] Swervester 9:54 pm Given how corrupt Gotham is, the billioniares probably ARe major political players. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[And what Swerve has said. Quite the observation, mech.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[...Ah.]] Swervester 9:56 pm I see. verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm Aha. opatoes 9:56 pm ... Man, no wonder he got rejected from acting school NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[Primus. /Ratbat/ was less obvious than this.]] Swervester 9:57 pm He's awfully aware of the camera, it's coming across really cheesy act. opatoes 9:57 pm ... How obvious was Ratbat? Like- any specific stories? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm *snrk* verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ... *mumbles* thought he was pretty good. Swervester 9:58 pm It just sounded really scripted, is all. NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm [[He was, up until he turned straight to the camera.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:59 pm *claps* NoodlesAtNight 9:59 pm [[A move clearly designed to ensure that the city knew his face. Someone who didn't care about that would not have turned.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:59 pm ((Did the writers forget she left him or are we supposed to think her brains are that scrambled?)) NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm ((the latter. she thinks she can go back to him)) [[They would be too busy confronting the villain to bother with anything else.]] opatoes 10:01 pm ... Man, Alfred could've dealed with him just fine I bet NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm ((bah the audio got mildly desynced. sorry)) opatoes 10:02 pm Bruce. Alfred knew how to make a bomb from memory- he's probably gonna be fine Swervester 10:02 pm Magician's knife or real knifw? Oh. Real? NoodlesAtNight 10:02 pm [[Very real.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm DEAD verdigrisprowl 10:03 pm ((WELL, I SUPPOSE HE'S NOT THE JOKER)) NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm *Nudges Prowl.* [[Trap door.]] verdigrisprowl 10:03 pm *sharp laugh* NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm (( 😃 )) opatoes 10:03 pm ... Wait, if he's not the Joker, who is? NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm [[Not quite the laugh Penguin had in mind, he imagines.]] [[And he has no idea.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((becasue penguin <3s him)) opatoes 10:06 pm Dracula Cobblepot MedicalMurdersaurus 10:06 pm ((seriously how do none of the characters see the way penguin LIGHTS UP when jim walks in the room siiiiiiigh)) NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm {{Temper, temper}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:06 pm Don't throw things in front of your subordinates. At least walk into the bathroom, first. NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm ((they're all blind... as a bat. dohoho)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:07 pm ((hue hue hue)) NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm *...Has a thought. Will keep that thought silent for now.* Swervester 10:08 pm She's standing with her boyfriend! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:08 pm ((gordon's face)) NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm {{Neheh. Awkwaaaard.}} opatoes 10:08 pm Alfred is unstoppable! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:08 pm What awkward? NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm {{Him Alfred like her Lee. Him Alfred not know her got sweetspark already.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 10:09 pm Oh. *doesn't get it* NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm *Well, she's not explaining more than that.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:09 pm *would moon over Bird even if Bird had a bf so...* Swervester 10:10 pm Oh NoodlesAtNight 10:10 pm [][][]Poisons the well.[][][] Swervester 10:11 pm Um. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:11 pm ((I know we talk about queer coding villains but, man, are there any queer good guys in this show?)) opatoes 10:11 pm Uh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm *the dragon stretches* Goodnight, Soundwave, everyone. Thanks for having me! NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm ((not as i can really recall offhand; this IS a fox network show unfortunately. but they do give us way more than we have on any other show, some who do good things at times, and many of the actors are, so i take it)) Swervester 10:12 pm //unfortunate MedicalMurdersaurus 10:12 pm ((I'm glad for canon gays and bis regardless)) NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm ((most of the cast is pretty woke tbh)) [[Goodnight dragon.]] Swervester 10:13 pm I better head out too. Night all. NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm [[Goodnight, Swerve.]] verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ((you promised me a Specific Ship and I am Awaiting that ship. idc if they're villains i am Ready)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:13 pm Movie done. You Bird want to candy? 😆 NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((all in due time 😄 ))

{{Yes! Bird go candy. Swoop have... some. Three piece.}} verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm (("idc" i say like their villainness isn't also a draw)) NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm ((same)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm It Bird candy. Me Swoop give. : > NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm ((half-assed spoiler: they also do something that pissed off the fanboys A LOT and are unapologetic about it being a first so ye)) opatoes 10:14 pm I should get some rest, too. Thank you for the show, Soundwave! Uh. And- sorry about the couch. I can give you a new couch- or if you just want credits, I can actually do that now! verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm ((you had me at "pissed off the fanboys")) NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm ((that's s3 tho)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm ((penguin better smooch jim fully on screen )) opatoes 10:15 pm ... wait, baking pie without a recipe? ... I. I'm gonna have to see that later NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[You're welcome. Credits will be fine.]] opatoes 10:15 pm Can do, then! Also, you up for flying later? NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm {{Swoop still can have three piece. Him Primus say so.}} *Maybe he'll believe that.* NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[We will see. He has been... tired, lately. Perhaps one of the birds will see fit to join you.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:16 pm Primus? Keh! *assumes she's joking, he's Ratchet's kid after all, he's got NEGATIVE religious education* opatoes 10:17 pm Tired? You're doing okay- right? NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[Yes. Just a great deal to think about. It will pass.]] {{Yep. You see, Bird show. Come on!}} *Float float. Toward the stairs she goes!* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm Kay! *scampers along after his borby crush* opatoes 10:18 pm 'Cause you know, if you need help with anything, you can send me a comm- even if you just wanna read or something. NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[Thank you. That - is actually an important offer to him.]] *That hurt to say, but he got it out.* opatoes 10:19 pm ... Anyway, I've gotta go. I've gotta try to figure out flying and stuff. Have a good night, though. NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[Do not fly high off the ground. Stay low. Very low.]] opatoes 10:19 pm ... It is? Like I said, feel free to take it whenever you wanna talk or need a distraction or something. opatoes 10:20 pm You got it! Man- years ago, you probably would've told me the exact opposite. Weird, right? NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[/Very./]] opatoes 10:20 pm Anyways, night, Soundwave. NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[Goodnight.]] verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ... You let me believe that's a Starscream with a Smokescreen's vocalizer. He's not. NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm [[...He thought you understood what he was saying.]] verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm What? No. I asked if Starscream's vocalizer had been altered, you confirmed it was likely. *he is :[* NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm *Thhhhis explains why Prowl took that explanation so well. It was a failed one.* verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm *:[* NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[He said he didn't know what all they'd done, but that they /had/ done things, and that it was Smokescreen's world. He thought-- never mind what he thought. He did an insufficient job of clarifying.]] verdigrisprowl 10:25 pm You could have clarified that it was a Smokescreen with a Starscream body. I spent all night thinking he was Starscream. What if I'd /talked/ to him? He'd start thinking he could get away with talking to /me/ if he puts on a disguise first. NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm [[He should have. He did not, and he should have. He is sorry. You are correct. That had the potential to ruin your disconnection from Smokescreen. He did not and would never intend to interfere with such a choice.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *nods* ... Accepted. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm *The tiniest of nods.* NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[That mech suffers more abuse at their hands than any other he knows about. He would interfere, but he does not know how; he no longer has any devices capable of blocking their work. The few he had were from sympathetic members of their species to start with, and he could not understand how they worked.]] verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm Mm. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm [[If you ever wonder if they have done something to him, chances are that it is so. Guard yourself accordingly.]] *That wasn't to gain sympathy for Smokescreen, mind. That was to note that it's common and Soundwave has no way to protect Prowl from it from the side, other than to note that.* verdigrisprowl 10:31 pm Mm. *that's quite enough of banana-adjacent topics. leans harder on soundwave in an effort to distract him.* NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm *Doesn't know what to make of the Mms. Fidget.* [[Perhaps he should--]] *Oh. And now he's confused.* [[...All right.]] *Leans on Prowl. Is this what he's supposed to do now? He honestly isn't sure anymore.* verdigrisprowl 10:32 pm *he'll take it.* NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[...He hopes the Gordon human does not give in.]] verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm He already has. NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm [[More. Give in more. It's not--]] *Shakes his head a little.* [[He could do better than this. It's not impossible.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm [[Our society and species are infinitely more difficult to work with and you threw Fuse out. It is /not/ impossible.]] verdigrisprowl 10:39 pm ... I also hope he moves back up. I—understand his position. NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm *Nodding.* [[He hopes so as well.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm [[He does not get the time to hear about as much in your department as he once did. It's - it goes well? What of Minus?]] verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm *optics flicker a bit brighter* Minus is doing well. Thus far she's been learning how things work inside of the department—paperwork and such—but I've been able to send her out with more experienced officers on a couple of calls with next to no risk of violence. Cleaning graffiti and such. NoodlesAtNight 10:45 pm *Oh. Oh, that's better. He found a good subject. Thank Primus.*

[[Good. Better that she learn there are other ways to handle things. Of course, he himself would leave the graffiti reading "Prowl is Right"...]] NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[But he is far more morally malleable than she will need to be, and it is best that she learn from you and your officers. It does no good to have anyone else clean a wall just to put a bug in it.]] *Pause.* [[For one thing, suddenly clean spots are far too noticeable for that sort of activity.]] verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm Graffiti is graffiti. *still, pleased.* NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm [[Perhaps. Buzzsaw would have his head if he did not ask this--]] *Twist.* [[Would you consider designating free spaces where it is allowed? Where anyone may go to express themselves, so that their voices are not fully restricted and you have less to clean elsewhere?]] NoodlesAtNight 10:50 pm [[Volunteered locations, agreed upon by many.]] verdigrisprowl 10:51 pm That's not up to me, but I'd be for it. NoodlesAtNight 10:51 pm *Brightens. It doesn't have to be up to Prowl, exactly; it just has to be something he wouldn't fight against if it were proposed to those who DID control it.* verdigrisprowl 10:52 pm I'd recommend putting them far inside and far outside the city walls, though. Or else the only thing anyone will be expressing is how much they loathe the opposite faction, until ten bots show up with purple and red paint cans and start a turf war. verdigrisprowl 10:53 pm That's what most of the graffiti we've been dealing with is—factional rhetoric, mainly along Metroplex's wall, the divider between Autobot and Decepticon neighborhoods. NoodlesAtNight 10:57 pm *Nodding.* [[He has noticed. He still disagrees with the divisions, but until that can be made to change...]] *Frustrated, sharp motion with one hand.* [[Until then, it would be helpful. And to him as well. Public opinion tracking.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:58 pm [[He is pleased to know you are not against it. That will make carefully whispering into the right audials so much easier.]] verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm Is all that intrigue necessary to get a few walls to spray paint on? NoodlesAtNight 10:59 pm [[After what he did? It may be. Besides, our leader is... well. He does not need to describe Starscream to /you./ ]] NoodlesAtNight 11:00 pm *Holds up a hand. Correction, please hold.* [[What 'he' did. He knows. Still. Perception is what it is.]] verdigrisprowl 11:01 pm Hm. Just don't try to sell it as a solution to graffiti. Or else when graffiti continues to exist in places other than the art walls, someone will try to use that as an excuse to take the walls down. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[Noted and highlighted. He will avoid that topic.]] *Settling down a bit now.* [[Have you had any ideas of your own? Any unusual improvements that might make your - or Minus' - life easier?]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm ... More new hires to replace the masses I'm about to fire. But that's for me to find, not you. ((brb)) NoodlesAtNight 11:05 pm ((np)) NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm *Brightens more. Oh, this IS a good conversation now.* [][][]Masses?[][][] *Masses is a word meant for big numbers. Prowl does not use numbers carelessly. Soundwave is almost in Prowl's lap, he's leaned in so close. Curiosity!* verdigrisprowl 11:13 pm Mhm. You gave me quite a long list to work through. NoodlesAtNight 11:15 pm [[And you are--]] *He almost doesn't dare talk about it, like mentioning it will somehow make the multiverse force Prowl to go back on all of this. But he can't NOT speak about it. It's too different. Too good.* [[You are finding what you need? They really will be fired and tried?]] verdigrisprowl 11:17 pm *the ghost of a smile* I've got a couple of mad geniuses in Internal Affairs. We're digging up mountains of dirt. Of course, you're only privy to this information as the head of Four I. verdigrisprowl 11:18 pm But expect some comms from them in the near future. They'll be looking for some footage to confirm their findings. NoodlesAtNight 11:20 pm [[Nothing you have said or will say passes his lips. Obviously. Or his mind.]]

*He's going to be dizzy with shock in a moment. Digging up mountains of dirt. Masses of foul cops getting tossed out on their afts. Actually getting to /help/ with the footage he collects--*

[[And he's - that--]] *One moment. Gathering together again.* [[They will actually agree to trust him as a source?]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm You're the optics and audials of Iacon. Collecting footage and passing it where it needs to go is your job. NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm *He pulls away, but only so he can sit back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. This is nothing short of amazing, to him.* verdigrisprowl 11:26 pm ... Did— Did you not know that's part of your job. NoodlesAtNight 11:28 pm [[Collecting and forwarding footage has been his job for longer than he will bother calculating. It is only that he did not think anyone else would see past his name.]]

*And now he's sitting up again. Look at all this movement. You have got him all stirred up, Prowl. Nicely done.* [[Thank you. And them.]] *Close once more.* [[This is what should have been before. He does not know if you can understand, having always been on the other side, but...]] NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm *That's just gonna hang there. He'll nod. Hopefully Prowl gets it.* verdigrisprowl 11:30 pm What—kicking out the cops that abuse their position? I was demoted for saying we should be doing that. NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm [[You were?]] verdigrisprowl 11:34 pm Well—not JUST that. For saying that the enforcer system was corrupt and that for the sake of Cybertron we needed to clean up. verdigrisprowl 11:36 pm I could get away with speaking my mind under Sentinel. He didn't agree with me, but he—respected me. I could be outspoken. As soon as he died, I was shoved in a backroom to crunch numbers. NoodlesAtNight 11:36 pm *And Sentinel has just been semi-begrudgingly given one (1) single point of respect.* NoodlesAtNight 11:37 pm *Which feels very wrong somehow, but Prowl isn't allowed to lie to him about things that important, and so he's just going to have to suck it up and acknowledge it. Which he has. With one whole point. For a PRIME.* verdigrisprowl 11:38 pm Orion agreed too, but by the time he was in charge, it was a moot point. NoodlesAtNight 11:39 pm *Oh god, that's an even more grit-fanged point. He really doesn't like having to give that one away.* [[...If ever he finds a way to time travel, he will consider finding your younger self and getting you into a higher, safer position.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm [[For now, if you have no objections, he would show the depths of his appreciation for all you are by offering you... nearly anything you could ask for, he thinks. Within mostly reasonable - and legal - limits.]] verdigrisprowl 11:43 pm Oh, don't waste your time. If you ever find a way to time travel, kill Nominus, Proteus, and Ratbat, get Shockwave appointed to Prime—BEFORE he loses his face, mind—watch him carefully to ensure he isn't messing with any ores, and shut Megatron up after After The Ark but before Towards Peace. NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *He doesn't much care what it is. The world's largest collection of police dramas? A night of having every tiny wish catered to? Someone who needs a punch in the teeth to get the daylights scared out of them? What, Prowl? What? Anything. Tell him.*

[[Oh, those were all already planned. He does listen to you, you know.]] [[Except the part about Megatron. He is not yet familiar enough with that mech's writings to have thought of that himself.]] verdigrisprowl 11:46 pm His early writing was fine, before he slid off the rails into xenophobic apocalyptic extremism. verdigrisprowl 11:47 pm ... And I'm not wholly sure about Shockwave. Take that one with a grain of salt. He TALKED like an anti-Functionist progressive, but evidence suggests he was working on his ore project since long before his empurata, so that could all have been a façade. verdigrisprowl 11:48 pm Put him in charge, jump a few million years forward, see how that goes, jump back and take him back out if need be. NoodlesAtNight 11:52 pm [[As you recommend.]] *Soundwave dips pretty low there. He is being absolutely serious. Nothing about his mental voice says otherwise.* verdigrisprowl 11:52 pm *Prowl has too much power.* NoodlesAtNight 11:53 pm *Not so much. As he said, he was already thinking about quite a lot of that on his own.* *They've got to test tampering with timelines sooner or later, after all.* verdigrisprowl 11:54 pm ... I shouldn't be advocating assassinating senators. *a sentence like that is usually followed up with a retraction of the original advocation. it isn't.* NoodlesAtNight 11:55 pm *After a moment more:* [[...If that should mean it changes this in the process,]] *Gesturing to the space between them.* [[Then he will try to find you again. Or at least to see to it that you are happy.]]

*But that's too personal, isn't it? He quickly keeps going.* [[The senators in question are not alive now. You do nothing but partake in a thought exercise.]] *And that is his official word on it.* NoodlesAtNight 11:56 pm [[Besides, he has his own mind and is capable of acting on it by himself.]] verdigrisprowl 11:57 pm Pff. Just track me down, hand me a magnet, and tell me I'm neat. My standards were extremely low back then. NoodlesAtNight 11:58 pm *Disgruntled huff.* [[He will not be so lazy and cheap. You will be treated the way you deserve to be treated, and no less.]] Today verdigrisprowl 12:00 am Don't be TOO nice to me, I don't think I could handle that much positive attention back then. NoodlesAtNight 12:01 am [[Then he would be slow and patient. After all, the planet wouldn't be going anywhere anymore ... ideally.]] verdigrisprowl 12:02 am Trust me. Magnets and a single bland compliment are the best way to start. NoodlesAtNight 12:03 am [[Very well. But he can do better than that /now,/ if you will let him?]] verdigrisprowl 12:03 am ... All right. *a tad nervously. How effusive is this going to get.* NoodlesAtNight 12:05 am *That depends. How does Prowl take to being picked up and carried over Soundwave's shoulder like a sack?* verdigrisprowl 12:06 am *Oh. Very well. Carry on.* NoodlesAtNight 12:11 am *So it shall be.* [[Your department is in good hands, he has an intriguing forensic series bookmarked upstairs on his workstation, and there is an octopus-shaped magnet waiting for you on the small stand by the door. Let us be off.]]

*Already walking.* [[Oh, and he intends to perform a magic trick for you.]] *Huff* [[Before the night is done, he will raise the temperature back at your apartment without ever touching the thermostat.]] verdigrisprowl 12:12 am *actually laughs* I look forward to seeing this trick. NoodlesAtNight 12:12 am *Joins in and closes the stairwell door behind them.*

[thehiddenlawyer]

Some Thoughts on Some Hope

This going to be extremely spoilory for the entire series so y’know, you’ve been warned. 

Of the five novels, Some Hope is probably my favorite for a few reasons that are both technical (me read it as a writer) and extremely personal (me reading it under the circumstances under which I did). 

So when it came to thinking about Episode 3, there was a lot of apprehension on my part-- I was having flashbacks of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and how my favorite Potter novel got butchered on screen. 

But Saturday, heart in my throat, grateful to Showtime for releasing the episode on the app as soon as it became available on the East Coast, I watched it and....I’ve never loved anything more in my life. 

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts, both here and on twitter, that don’t seem to get the episode, either finding it boring, hopeless, or missing the point. 

Before I proceed, I have to say that this is my extremely subjective opinion about the episode and the novel, and I’m by no means an expert on what St. Aubyn was trying to achieve with Some Hope. And the biggest thing I want to discuss is the general love and appreciation for Julia.....NO. This is a very anti Julia post and I’m not going to hold back.

From an author’s point of view, the way Some Hope is written is....breathtaking. It reads like a party scene from a movie with complex characters and plots, with stories being woven as someone wanders from the garden inside and picks up bits of conversation and story. The miracle is that the reader never gets lost in the stories that are unfolding, and you become invested in Bridget and her mother and Belinda, and you’re wondering what’s going to happen with Sonny and Cindy, what the French ambassador’s wife is going to do and say next in defense of her helpless and hapless husband, you become exasperated by Pratt and pray for George Watford because you like him as much as PM does in those few precious moments, and you follow Patrick and Johnny and with fingers crossed that they survive the party in tact, still sober, and you hold your breath with Johnny when Patrick confesses his dark past, and laugh when the poor waiter gets yelled at. 

And when Patrick finds Belinda on the stairs and offers to read to her after the little girl’s been begging any adult in sight to read to her, your heart shatters because you SEE the potential of the man, the true heart and soul of the person he yearns to become.

It’s just an exquisitely written novel from start to finish as Patrick journey’s from his parents world and begins to recognize the world he wants to be in, the world he wants to break into. 

The series, of course, changed and omitted a few things but it worked perfectly! From changing the circumstances under which he sees Belinda, to the confession, and meeting Mary at the party and the brightness in his eyes when he talks to her....

The episode was perfect. 

There’s been a lot of grumbling that it made so many people feel hopeless, and I think there’s a misconception that joy, peace, hopefulness happen over night. And the series does a wonderful job of demonstrating that it’s not true. Hope and joy and peace after trauma are permanent works in progress, you never really get there. 

You have pockets of peace and sunshine, you have your moments with the Mary in your life, where you sit next to her in a crowded room and laugh because she gets your humor without the venom and poison that is permanently showered by every one else. you have your moments with your best friend standing outside, bantering, giggling at the expense of the waiter, you have those days, sometimes weeks of just absolutely hopefulness and joy and inner peace when the sun shines brighter, the air smells of nothing but flowers and roses, where everything is going your way. 

And you have your days where nothing is going right, where the sun shines but all you see is darkness. And the thing is, you can swing-- the trauma you endure creates a pendulum attached to your moods. One moment, one heartbeat you’re talking to your best friend or love or an old friend and laughing, the next second you’re overcome with isolation, standing in a crowd and wanting to scream but feeling like no one will hear you if you do. 

And that’s what happens to Patrick in this episode. Up until this episode, hope and those pockets of joy have been impossible for him....when you’re on the verge of confessing, there’s this conviction that the person you tell is going to think you’re a freak or want to walk away from you permanently because they see what happened to you as a black mark. 

The HOPE, the bit of hope you begin to cultivate starts when your best friend, the first person you tell, looks at you calmly and gets angry on your behalf, that asks what they can do for you, that try to offer you different perspectives to help you break into the real world, as Patrick says. 

There’s no sustained promise of happiness after that initial confession but  you start to see that you’re breathing easier, that you’re not as stiff around at least one person, that you can say things and they’ll understand the true meaning behind it. 

There SOME HOPE offered, it’s not all. 

The desolation he feels after the party when he’s standing by the lake, you’re haunted by the past but suddenly you see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Something similar happened to me these past few days and I’m starting understand the way it happened was similar to what happened to Patrick...there was that promise of love on Saturday at the pub where i went to watch the game, where i met this lovely British gent that stayed behind me the entire game and called me love and hugged me and whispered in my ear and sang Liverpool songs together....i was over the moon!!! and then I crashed, that pocket of joy disappeared and I was....hopeless, desolate that night, so desolate and lonely that i burst a blood vessel in my eye crying and hoping for....I don’t know what. 

(so @sobeautifullyobsessed i figured it out a bit....)

It’s not easy and it never will be and that’s okay, eventually I know there is a light, but getting there is going to require crawling through miles and miles and miles of shit. 

And that’s what episode 3 is about, that START of hope, that START of those pockets of joy that he does experience in the next two bits but peppered with moments where he bursts proverbial blood vessels in his eye just the way i did. 

Now for Julia--------------------------

I can’t tell you how much I hate this woman, I loath her. 

I get that the scene in Some Hope was hot and the passion between them is hypnotic, especially the sounds PM makes and the suspenders, gawwwwwwwwwwd. 

But what people keep being blinded to is that Julia is everything EVERYTHING that has led Patrick to hell. His father and mother definitely opened the portal to hell but Julia is his guide down the tunnel of darkness, of addiction. she represents everything he wants to escape but he clings to because it’s familiar, because it’s easier to punish himself with his past then let go and focus on his future. 

I’ve been seeing posts by readers condemning Mary and praising his relationship with Julia because she’s what he needed when Mary neglected him. 

If you read the novels, and if you truly understand love and what its like living with someone who’s been through trauma and addiction, you understand that Julia is poison, worse than heroin or coke or alcohol. 

And even though his relationship with Mary is flawed, there’s still something inexplicable and tender between them, an understanding that neither can voice or are willing to voice until At Last. 

I was jumping up and down and screaming MARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i saw her on screen, when he glanced at her during dinner and gave her sunshine because she offered him a ray of hope, a glimmer of something. 

But I don’t want to go into Mary too much in this post....

And I’ll end this post by saying that I truly believe that a person’s true personality is reflected in the way they reacted to Julia.

I’m so beyond happy with Some Hope that like I woke up today wishing I could watch it and realize it had already premiered. 

It is just such a wonderful, subtle episode. I’ve already written about the beautiful touches between Johnny and Patrick, I want to point out the moments in the episode where Patrick truly smiles, where he drops the bored aristocratic mask and lets himself through. Those gorgeous pockets of sunshine....

And the color scheme for this episode, it was somehow very British, wasn’t it? I kept think of the color scheme in Downton Abbey or Gosford Park or even Parade’s End. 

And of course, cue to me screaming when I spotted Edward St. Aubyn himself as one of the guests!

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #188

“don’t you try to hide with those angel eyes.”

Would you rather take a walk in the cold rain, or in the blistering heat? Ha, the rain, any day. What is your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering. If it were revealed that religion in its entirety did not actually exist, would your outlook on life be any different? No. If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being aware of any of effects and/or consequences, would you do it? No. Which parent was more strict when you were growing up? Mom. Worst facial hair, in your opinion: The pedo mustache. You know the one I'm talking about. Have you ever eaten dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets? Yes, I like, demanded we get those instead of regular as a kid lol. McDonalds, do you like it or does it disgust you? I honestly don't see why people hate it?? Do you like the state you live in? No. Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? I believe so. What do you hope you grow out of? The laziness I have with chores oops. What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis? Healthiest, drink at least one bottle of water... even though I know that's nowhere near where I'm supposed to be lmao. Unhealthiest, drink soda. What is the most embarrassing thing you own? Ummmm idk. What is the strangest habit you have? I have to go use the bathroom literally right before I lay down for bed. Doesn't matter if I did ten minutes ago, I /have/ to go again because if I feel even a damn drop in my bladder, I can't sleep. What movie made you cry the most? The Notebook, probably. Titanic really got me, too. What was one of the happiest moments of your childhood? Getting my dog. What’s your favorite vacation memory from when you were a child? Watching the fireworks above the castle at Disney World. What impression do you try to give when you first meet someone? I try to be very polite. Who or what inspires you to be a better person? Mark. What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship? I didn't like him like that. If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up? (You don’t know if your real life would be better or worse.) No. Well... do I ever wake up? If I was going to at some point, then I would, as I'd just be hurting myself by living in a word I would only leave. What dumb thing did you believe for a really long time? I'm not even remotely kidding, I didn't put together what "PMS" stood for and thought it was about mood swings 'n shit *during* your period until a few months ago. Where would you like to retire? I'm not thinking of that yet. What brings you the most joy in life? Talking/being with Sara. How many windows are on the upstairs part of your house? We don't have an upstairs. Do you own many hats? I have a Carolina Hurricanes one somewhere from going to a game with Dad, maybe two actually, but idr where they are or if I even still have them. When was the last time you were kept off school/work etc because of snow? I haven't been in school in a long time and I'm unemployed. Have you ever taken an underwater picture? No. Ever been on a ride and hated every second? Not seriously. I went on one I was terrified of (one of those circles that goes waaay up and then abruptly drops you) just to step out of my comfort zone, but I didn't hate it. Scared tho. What were an average day’s tasks at your favorite job you’ve had so far? I most certainly don't have a favorite. Does your car have a backup camera? I don't have my own car, but Mom's doesn't. Are you working on any goals? Yeah, not going well. :') Do you enjoy reading? Not particularly... I kinda just stopped enjoying it, but I also associate it with the hospital because that and coloring was all I ever did. The only thing I really *enjoy* reading is our RP because I'm so deeply invested in our characters, but even then, I procrastinate reading long posts. I'm genuinely trying to start reading again, though... I used to adore it. Are you interested in politics? No, though I should care. Did/Do you enjoy high school? Not usually 'cuz I was a depressed shit. Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? YES Ma and I love that shit. Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? No. Ever been in a meaningless relationship? Tyler, yes. Does anything on your body hurt right now? Not at this very instant. Know anyone on birth control? Most girls I know + myself. Would you go swimming right now if you could? Yeah, that'd be nice. How long was your longest relationship? Over 3 1/2 years. What are you looking forward to in the next 3 months? My birthday. Have you ever gone frog hunting? No. Who’s the last person to seriously hurt you? Mom. Do you like getting dirty? NO. Are you a very flirty person? No. Who was your favorite babysitter? "Uncle" Donny. Do you swear? I think I make that pretty obvious. Are you gullible? Not usually. What is the last dream you remember? (describe) A nightmare with Dad that I don't really remember the details of. What is something that you fear will happen to you in the future? (Also why) I'll develop Alzheimer's. "Why" is obvious. Thankfully, it doesn't run in my family at all. Describe the best day that you can remember? First day at Sara's. Describe your worst day? The night of the breakup. What are some of your favorite songs right now? The SYN remix of Slipknot's "Psychosocial," "Incense and Iron" by Powerwolf, the "Closer" cover by Asking Alexandria, "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment... I really have a lot rn. Do you ever have reoccurring nightmares? Describe? I've had four nightmares with my dad, all with horrible themes. I guess you could call that "reoccurring." Name a fictional place you would like to go? Take. Me. To. Azeroth bitch. Stormheim in specific, or Feralas. What criminal (dead or alive) would you like to sit down and talk to and why? None. If you read books, what are you reading now? I'm very, very slowly reading The Fault in Our Stars. Do you think that forgiveness is mandatory to move on from something? No. I still don't know if I forgive Jason, yet I'm over it. Do you believe in the death penalty? In extreme cases, yup. Some people have no right to life following some crimes. What is something you want to do but are scared of actually doing it? Ride a rollercoaster. Name three things you would buy if you had the money to buy them? A PS4, drawing tablet, another tat. Are you in a relationship right now? If so, do you think it’s a healthy one? Definitely! (Follow up) If it’s unhealthy, what makes it that way? N/A Would you ever date someone long distance? I am now. Name a person that you can’t stand and tell us why? My former best friend for a plethora of reasons. What group do you hate the most on Tumblr and why? SJWs. I'll stay away from "why" because I have extremely strong feelings and don't wanna offend anyone. What is the meanest thing you have ever done to someone, and why? Messaged Jason before leaving for the ER, directly blaming him. I mean the cause was what he did, but like... you don't fucking contact someone telling them "hey I'm off to the ER because I'm suicidal because of you." I don't care what I feel about him now, that was fucked up. Have you ever sent anon hate to someone? Nope. If you could write a book, what would it be about? I actually think it'd be pretty cool to create some sorta novel series involving all the RP stories, like divide the books into each mob's story... If you could make one rule that everyone had to follow, what would it be? Don't exhibit violence. If you could star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be? ONE W/ TIM BURTON. In your opinion what is something horrible everyone should try once? ?????????????????????????????? What is the hardest lesson that you have ever learned? Someone can fall out of love with you. What mistake do you keep making over and over again? Jumping to conclusions. If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be? The moment Sara and I met. What is the most illegal thing you have ever done? Pirated a computer game I desperately wanted to play afsjjwoeuqowe I'm glad I don't have it anymore, that guilt. People in the past were buried with things that were important to them, what would you be buried with? The pebble from Holly Hill. What is something you are against, but find yourself doing anyway? Being sarcastic as hell when I'm mad. What was the last photo that you took? A leaf, I think. What are your favorite lyrics from a song? Probably "a bloody war behind my eyes; I'll come all right on the other side." Have you ever hit someone? Who and why? Nicole when we were little for making me mad over something I don't remember. What do you think they should teach in school that they don’t? Basic adult skills. What’s your favorite language? German. It sounds so powerful to me, especially in metal ajsfoawoejaw. What’s the most vivid dream you’ve ever had? I don't remember. Who’s your favorite celebrity? Korean Jesus. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Rebel's Market rip. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No, far from on my to-do list. I don't support them in the very least. How many tattoos do you have? Six. If you don't have any, have you ever thought of getting one? N/A When's the last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Like, '16 on a sandwich. Are you a good cook? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know how to pump your own gas? No. What do you think about the most? The future. What do you do most when you are bored? Watch YouTube. Which came first: the chicken or the egg? Chicken. What kind of books do you like to read? Fantasy. How far away from your birthplace do you live now? Like, <10 minutes. Ever been stung by a jelly fish? No. Could you cope with the paparazzi if you were famous? FUCK NO SOMEONE WOULD GET KNOCKED OUT. Do you wear foundation? Veeeeery rarely. Would you ever adopt? If I actually wanted kids, sure. Are you sexually active? No. Last person you sang happy birthday to? Sara. <3 Was the last jacket you wore yours? No. Last thing you won? Uhhhh good question. What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? A bit above the middle. Have you ever attended a religious or private school? Well, I went to Sunday school. How many cars does your household own? One. What's your favorite meat? Ummmm pork or chicken. What's the best amusement park you've ever visited? Well, Disney World. How old were you when you got your first car? I still don't have one lol. Do you know anyone who's gotten pregnant over the age of 40? I don't think so? Who does most of the grocery shopping in your home? Mom. Are you listening to music right now? If so, what's the theme of the lyrics? "Adrenalize" by In This Moment. Sex, like it seems most of their songs are about lmao. What movie/game/etc. helps you calm down? Shadow of the Colossus. What does your room smell like? Dog, probably. Do you like to organize? Not particularly. What song is your aesthetic? "She" by Dodie is so Soft and Good. Do you believe in auras? Maybe? Idk. What do you wish you hated, but actually like? Blood On The Dance Floor. I've never really looked into the concrete facts, but I know supposedly they've been sexually involved with those underage. I like a good number of their songs, though. Is there someone you have mixed feelings towards? I'm sure there's someone. Do you prefer space or the ocean? Spaaaaace. What form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.) Honestly? I don't know actually what they are and I don't care enough to research. What do you think our purpose is in the universe? Hell if I know. Is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it? "Stairway to Heaven." What ex do you miss the most, if you have one? I most miss who Jason was, not who he became at all. But it doesn't matter, I have someone way more important now. What is your favorite thing to learn about? Meerkats. What country’s history do you find the most interesting? Idk. What breakup was the hardest, if you had one? lol y'all know Do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend? Not anymore. Do you have any strange interests? RP. What is a topic you are uncomfortable with discussing with most people? Sex. What is something you dislike about the dating world? People don't seem to take love seriously. What gives you confidence? Feeling knowledgeable on the subject. Have you ever dated someone with very different sexual tastes than you? No. Well, not that I know of. I've only been sexual with one. Have you ever said anything you regretted while drunk? No. Has anyone ever been extremely jealous of you? Do you know why? Idk. What was the angriest your parents ever were at you? Dad, idk. Mom, probably when I said "fuck you." That was a night. Or when she tried to kick me out of the car for some argument I can't remember. What was the longest you stayed in your own home for? Weeks, I'm sure. Right now, what is your number one desire? Get a job. Do you feel as though someone ‘won’ in your last break up? No. Whatever happened to the first person you ever loved? I haven't spoke a word to him in almost two years, idk and idc really. Are you currently healthy? In some ways, but no in most. What is something most people are turned on by but you’re not? Extremely muscular men, like wrestlers. Has anyone in your life changed drastically (for better or worse) since you met them? How? Not that I can think of. What song reminds you of good times from high school? "All Signs Point to Lauderdale" by AD2R ironically lmao. Have you ever inherited something? What and from who? No. Who is the last baby that you held? Keegan. Do you know of any twins with rhyming names? No. Last time you saw fireworks? Long time ago. Do you have a black dog? Teddy has some black on him. Do you have a top price where ethics and morality are no longer an issue? No. Well, I guess it depends. What is the greatest physical challenge that you have accomplished? Losing ~60 lbs. Have you ever played naked Twister? No. If tattoos didn't hurt and you could get anything, what would it be? The #1 tat I want is dA's NukeRooster's painting "Denialism" (I got her permission), but I'm going to have to go to an extreme professional, and it's gonna be priiiiiiiceeeeeeey. Have you ever been ghosted before? No. Did you ever get caught watching porn? No, because I've never watched it. Were you ever the bully? No. What's the worst prank someone has ever done to you? Idk.