#literally wiggling my toes im so happy

[atinyliliflower]

[ggukiepie]

so good

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: just some steamy sex with your boyfriend jk

tags: established relationship, smut, literally pwp, the plot is maybe two sentences long lmao, a little bit of fluff

warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, kissing, a little bit of cock warming, bondage (handcuffs !), pet names <33, spanking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal play, anal fingering, reader kinda goes into subspace at the end, unprotected sex (!! plz be safe), creampie, i think that's it

wc: 3.3k

a/n: first one shot im releasing that is smutttt yay <33 requests are open and like, reblog, tell me ur thoughts on this one shot !! / masterlist

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“Stop,” Jungkook says. This is the second time he’s said it and you know deep down if you keep going, he’s going to snap pretty soon. Your body stills as you’re perched on his lap, arms around his neck and legs trapping his, face buried in the crook of his neck. His cock is inside you and he’s so undeniably hard that you’re trying your best not to move.

You can still feel his arms move, fingers moving quickly on his keyboard as he’s still playing Overwatch. He’s been playing for hours and you were bored. And horny. Horny because he was such a tease this morning—you were making breakfast and he had come up behind you, grinded his hips against yours as he oh so innocently asked if you could make him breakfast as well. And it wasn’t just that. He teased you while you both ate breakfast. He teased you when you showered, surprisingly joining you in the shower but not touching you at all. Then he ignored you and started playing, so you whined and whined until he said you could come sit on his lap and wait while he finished.

You roll your hips just to get back at him. He hisses through his teeth. You smile to yourself.

“Baby,” he warns and you roll your hips again, even daring yourself to start kissing up the column of his neck. “Stop moving or I’ll spank you.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “As if,” you say as you grind down against his hips. “You’re too busy playing.”

He drops one hand to squeeze your waist in warning. You’re going to get what you want, finally, even though you’d probably be punished first. But you don't mind. You loved it even, craved for it. And you knew Jungkook loved this little game you both were playing as well.

Suddenly it’s quiet and you realize he closed the game. “Bed. Now,” is all he says. He sounds so serious so you have no choice but to stand up and walk quickly to the bed. You know this by now. Everything comes second nature to you that your body moves on its own. You take your shirt off so you’re finally naked and then you kneel on the bed and look down.

You don’t dare look up as you hear him moving around the room. Excitement is coursing through your veins and you can’t help but fidget in your position. Sure, you had to push a few of his buttons to get him to snap and give you what you want. You were probably going to get punished for it but it was fine. It was—

“Hands.”

Your head snaps up and your eyes zero in on the handcuffs he’s holding in front of you. Your eyes widen. Okay, so maybe you pushed him a little too far. He looks so serious, eyes brooding and staring straight at you. You’re frozen in place as he stares down on you.

“Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart.”

His voice snaps you from your trance and you bring both hands up. He cuffs your wrists silently and you feel goosebumps across your skin. You’re not sure if it’s from the cold metal or the scary look on his face. His eyes roam your body, from your lips to your perked nipples and down to your core. Your cheeks redden from his burning gaze.

“Ass up and head down, baby. You know the drill.”

Your mouth opens in surprise. “But—”

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want me to get the whip?” You shake your head quickly and get into position but it’s hard because your hands are handcuffed. Jungkook knows this as well and he enjoys seeing you struggle as you try to get on all fours. You end up leaning on your elbows with your face pressed against the mattress. You spread your knees and arch your back, not in the slightest bit embarrassed that he’s now seeing how wet you are.

He places his hand on your back and you jump at his soothing touch. He rubs your skin soothingly but you know he’s just doing that to get you to relax. “Count to fifteen for me, okay?” he says lowly. “And if you make a mistake, we’ll start all over again.”

Before you can even reply you feel his palm smacking your ass, his big hand hitting your right cheek and your body jolting in surprise. You feel the pain shoot down all the way to your toes. “O-one,” you choke out. Despite this you arch your back even further.

Jungkook chuckles and rubs your skin slowly. “My naughty baby,” he says softly. “Didn’t listen to me at all,” he continues and slaps your ass again, this time the left cheek.

“Two,” you whisper hoarsely. “I’m sorry, I’m—”

Another hit. You count again. And again and again. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, really. You want to evade his slaps but you also want more. Jungkook’s slapping your ass and you’re counting and you want him to stop but at the same time you don’t because it just feels so good. It’s making your head fuzzy, the pain that’s spreading through your body but also making you incredibly wet. Your pussy is dripping, can tell from the way you feel it coating your inner thighs.

Another slap. This time it’s on the skin where your ass and thigh meet. “Six,” you croak out.

Jungkook laughs from behind you and pinches your butt. “Wrong number. Again.”

You try to shuffle from your position. Your elbows are starting to hurt from leaning on it for too long. Your ass is on fire and you’re sure you won’t be able to sit down properly tomorrow. “No—” you try to argue, try to wiggle from away but Jungkook’s holding your waist firmly. He’s rubbing smoothing circles on your skin but it’s not doing anything for you.

“We can always stop. You just have to say the word.” He touches your core this time, his fingers teasing your clit. You moan and press back further into him. “Seems like you even like it. My little pain slut.” He pinches your clit and you gasp.

“Again please. Slap me again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rush out. Your brain is fuzzy and you feel everything and nothing at once. You want to feel the pain. You want to prove that you can handle it. Want to make Jungkook happy. To please him.

He says nothing more and slaps your ass. You start counting from one again and he keeps going and you don’t tell him to stop. You’re crying by the tenth slap, shoulders pressed against the bed and your arms stretched out in front of you. Jungkook alternates from rubbing your skin affectionately to slapping you harshly.

“Last one, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me.” He’s rubbing your ass and you feel his thumb press down on your rim and you absolutely keen, the filthiest moan coming out of your mouth and your spine stretching even further. “God,” he laughs. “Such a fucking slut, hm?” he chastises and presses down even harder. Your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars. The pleasure feels so good. His hand feels so good. “A fucking slut who’d take anything I’d give, right?”

You nod because you can’t say anything else, mind too ridden in pleasure.

Jungkook slaps you for the last time. One harsh smack that leaves a handprint on your left cheek and you hear it echo in the room.

“Fifteen,” you shriek. “Thank you, I’m sorry—” You’re babbling now. You feel Jungkook lean over you, his body covering yours as he kisses up your spine, your neck to your ear.

“My good girl,” he says so softly as if he didn’t slap you more than twenty times. He nibbles your earlobe and you shiver. “Took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you,” you beg. “Please, I want you now.” You feel his body leave you and suddenly you’re craving for his warmth again. But then you feel his mouth on your pussy, his tongue licking into you and you groan. “More.” You press further into your face as he eats you out. “Want more. Please.”

“Greedy girl,” he says as he sucks on your clit. Your orgasm is coming embarrassingly close. It just feels so good. His tongue is swirling on your clit, collecting your juices that he laps up like he’s starved. He pleasures you so well that your thighs are shaking. You’re almost there, almost feel the knot in your stomach snap.

But then Jungkook leans back just as you’re about to orgasm. He’s mean. Jungkook is so undeniably mean sometimes that you want to smack him for it. Want to reach down with your own hands and make yourself come but you can’t because you’re fucking handcuffed.

You whine out loud and more tears stream down your cheeks. “Jungkook,” you say, so wound up and frustrated and tired. All the while he’s laughing at your demise. Laughing at the way you struggle and squirm. Suddenly, he flips you and your back is on the mattress, eyes blown out and looking straight at him.

He hovers over your body and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Look so pretty when you cry, baby.” You pout at him and he grins.

He kisses you and you arch your back to get closer to him. His lips feel so good against yours, mouth opening slightly to let his tongue slither into yours and lick into your mouth. The kiss is messy and wet and it’s just the way Jungkook likes when he’s riled up like this. Likes it messy when he’s being mean and you let him anyway because you love it as well. He leans back and squeezes your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to open your mouth. You know what’s coming, can tell from the gleam in his eyes and the way he stares at your mouth. You put your tongue out and open your mouth even wider. He doesn’t even have to ask.

“God, you're filthy,” he says but spits in your mouth anyway. It hits your tongue and your hips roll up involuntarily. You swallow and open your mouth to show him, loving the way he looks at you like this. “Good girl.” He loops your cuffed hands around his neck so you’re trapped underneath him. His fingers trail down your body, pinching your nipples and then down to your clit where he circles it with two fingers.

“Jungkook,” you moan out. He’s rubbing your clit so quickly now and he’s also nipping at your neck, biting until the skin blossoms into pretty shades of pink. You’re coming before you know it, legs shaking and hips moving up and down. Still, his fingers don’t stop its assault on your cunt.

“Another one, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear. “Let go for me.”

You close your eyes and focus on the way he’s playing with your clit. You’re not even embarrassed that he’s making you come again just from touching your clit alone. You feel your orgasm building up, the coil in your stomach becoming tight and then snapping. And then you feel the bliss, feel it all over your body that you don’t even moan or make a sound. You’re crying again from how good it feels.

Finally, finally Jungkook slows down his fingers. He kisses your forehead and looks down at you with his doe eyes. You can’t even focus on him, too busy trying to even your breathing. “So beautiful for me.” He thrusts two fingers into your core and you babble out his name over and over again. You feel full just from his fingers and you think you might come again.

“Need to stretch you out,” he huffs. He’s still wearing his boxers but you can see how hard he is already.

You shake your head. “Want you now.” He ignores you and continues fucking you with his fingers. “Jungkook,” you plead. “Need your cock. Please, please— I’ve been good,” you all but beg.

Suddenly he withdraws his hands and leans a bit back to take his boxers out, his cock springing out to slap against his stomach because he’s so big and hard and—it’s throbbing. He wants you just as much as you want him right now. He presses his body to yours as he holds his cock, rubbing its tip against your pussy to gather the juices. And then in one swift motion he enters you, filling you to the hilt where his pelvis is pressed against yours.

“Feels so tight,” he groans out. “Feel so good for me baby. God,” he chokes.

You’re at a loss for words, too focused on the feeling of being so full. He starts thrusting and he hits your g-spot right away.

“Faster,” you moan. You encircle your legs around his waist and bring him closer. He’s careful not to crush you so he places his forearms on either side of your head. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist and you push him even deeper, feeling him deep in your stomach. You can feel his cock brushing against your cervix and you arch your back even more, already unaware of the loud moans escaping your mouth. “Jungkook, I’m—”

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and because your cuffed hands are around his neck both of your bodies are pressed against each other, not a bit of space to separate you both. It feels like you’ve been folded in half and your legs are starting to ache but it feels so good. “God, look at you,” Jungkook breathes out as he keeps the punishing pace of his hips against yours, hands holding your thighs so tightly you’re sure it’s going to bruise. “Wanna wreck you, wanna—”

“I’m close,” you cry out and this time you’re not even embarrassed that you’re about to come again.

Jungkook starts kissing your jaw, nose pressed to your cheek as you feel his teeth nibbling your skin. “Come for me, baby. Want you to make a mess.”

And you do. You come from his filthy words, from the way his cock feels inside your pussy, from the way he’s holding you tightly. Your vision blurs for a moment and you cry from how good it feels, how your legs start to feel like static and everything’s wet and messy but you want more. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm until you whine and tell him to slow down. Then he maneuvers your bodies until you’re on top of him and your hands are free of the handcuffs. You didn’t even realize he’s taken it off, your head too high up in the clouds and stuck in that feeling of pleasure and euphoria. You still feel his cock inside you, so big and heavy and it’s twitching. But Jungkook isn’t moving and is rubbing your wrists instead to try to ease the pain of being handcuffed for too long.

“You good?” he asks quietly and you look into his eyes, see the concern in it but there’s a bit pleasure in there too. You nod and kiss his nose, a small but sweet gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by him because he’s smiling as well.

“Wanna keep going,” you say, voice hoarse and quiet from all the screaming you’ve done earlier. You start kissing down his neck, biting down on that sweet spot of his and it’s his turn to moan out loud. “Want you to fill me up, please.”

“Ride me baby. Be good and bounce on my cock for me, yeah?”

You nod quickly and start moving your hips up and down, resting your hands on his chest to go even faster. Your legs start to shake but you don’t care. You keep going despite the ache, the fatigue, despite the fact that your pussy feels so used but it still feels so good. But Jungkook’s helping you as well, hands on your waist to help you move up and down, words of encouragement and praise escaping his lips.

You feel yourself tighten around him, feel that coil tightening and wanting to snap. Your body feels so light but so heavy at the same time just begging for a release. You feel the wetness between your legs, to where you’re connected, to where it’s dripping down your thighs. You hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin. You feel rather than see Jungkook’s hands gripping your ass, squeezing the flesh between his long fingers. You feel his hand moving to your other hole, to the puckered rim that he played with a few moments ago. You push against him and moan again, wanting to tell him you want more but failing to get the words out your mouth because you’re too lost in the pleasure.

But Jungkook knows your body so well. “Greedy girl,” he says. “Always wanting more, huh?” he asks as you continue to bounce on his cock. You nod, the words barely processing in your pleasure muddled mind. His middle finger presses against your rim, not pushing it in but just applying pressure. Still, the coil inside you snaps and you feel your pussy gushing, your wetness coating your thighs and his chest and it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to start fucking into you, his pleasure taking control to reach that high he’s been holding off for so long.

“Come inside me, please,” you whimper as you let him use you, brushing away the sensitivity that’s building in your body.

“You feel so fucking tight, so fucking good, God,” he huffs out as he finally comes inside you, hips stilling against yours and cock twitching inside you. You feel him fill you up, so undeniably full and tired but so good.

You both stay like that for a while, with you on top of him and his arms around your waist, touching you everywhere while he’s leaving kisses on your neck.

His finger circles your rim again and you shiver but you don’t say anything. You both know you can tell him to stop and he will if you say so, but you stay quiet so he pushes his finger in.

“Jungkook,” you croak. God, you’re so tired but you want more.

His pace is slow inside your ass. “Think you can come for me like this, princess?”

You nod because you’re too tired to speak. He takes his finger out to gather your wetness around your pussy then enters your ass once more, wiggling his finger inside your walls and eliciting a tired and quiet moan out of you. After a while he presses another finger inside and it’s so tight and you feel so full, his dick inside your pussy and two fingers inside your ass. He thrusts his fingers a little bit faster and you feel your orgasm building again. You’ve lost count. Maybe you were at your fourth? You didn’t know.

Suddenly you’re coming, so silent because you’re tired and spent and then Jungkook retracts his fingers out. “So good to me. So perfect. You did so well baby,” he whispers into your hair. He moves to sit up but you shake your head and tighten your arms around his neck.

“Don’t leave me,” you say as tears stream down your face. You don’t know why you’re crying.

“Gotta clean you up, baby—”

“No,” you cry out and hug him even closer to you. “Rest first,” you breathe out. “Please.”

Your arms are tight around him as you try to slow down your breathing. Whimpering every so often when Jungkook’s hands brush over your ass. He rubs soothing circles down your spine, whispering into your hair words you can’t make out and kissing your forehead from time to time.

A beat of silence, and then, “Did I go too far?” he quietly asks.

You shake your head again. “I just…” You shiver from his touch. “Just need to calm down.”

“I love you,” he says, kissing your head, pressing his lips into your hair and rubbing his nose gently against it. He continues rubbing his hands up and down your back. You feel his heartbeat through his chest, slowly and soothing which puts you at ease.

“I love you too, Kook,” you murmur into his chest. “Love you so much.”

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

[denkis-sluttyboy]

Caregiver Headcanons!

Okay so I’m an age dreamer and I was like obessesing over the though of some of the mha character’s being your caregiver so HEY CAREGIVER HEADCANONS! (Yes they are dating you but it’s not ddlg) Also, let me know if I should do oneshots or more caregiver headcanons with other characters (which I might anyways).

Characters: Bakugou, Izuku, Denki

Mentions - Littlespace, Age regression, Caregiver being referred to as daddy/dadda/dad, and Bratty little.

Bakugou -

Bakugou would be the type of caregiver that will punish you no hesitation, curses in front of you mostly because he forgets your in littlespace, and has his merch as your toys. The merch runs from Dynamight Pj’s, to Dynamight Teddybears.

Of course when you first told Bakugou you age regressed he looked at you like it was some kind of sickness. You spent a good few hours explaining what it was and asking if he could be your caregiver which you then again had to explain what a caregiver is.

“So... I’m your daddy? That is, when you’re in this state.” He seemed to understand well enough. Or.. so you thought.

Here came the first time you were age regressed in front of him and he literally forgot everything you told him.

“Shit. What do I do again?!” He stared at you, sucking on your thumb, for a good few minutes before you actually said something to him

“Dadda! Uppies. Im hungryyyyy!” You reached up for him and he quickly wanted to tell you that he wasn’t going to carry you but realized you were literally in the state of a child in this moment. Plus, you were adorable in your outfit.

He ended up carrying you everywhere. He didn’t complain though, it was nice seeing you so happy. Thoughhh, there were moments.

“No!” you shouted at him when he kept telling you to go to bed. It was past 8:30. “Just get in the bed! Or.. you’re getting a punishment” this man knew damn well he didn’t know how to punish a child properly because he was often punished with hits to the back of his head when he was younger. “Noooo!” You threw a teddy bear at him which... caught on his ear piercing and snagged it out. That pushed him over the edge.

“No?! Haha. Okay.” He picked you up and put you in a corner with a thick white gate that was set up earlier that morning. “Hey! Get me out of here!” You kicked, stomped, and punched but there was no use. “This is your punishment. Until you decide you wanna go night nights, you’ll be in this corner.” Well, barely a full hour later you were against the corner’s wall sleep. “Tch, you dumb rascal. Causing so much fuss.” He picked you up again this time, placing you on his bed. You looked so peaceful. Gently lifting you hair, he places a small kiss on your forehead.

Izuku - 

Izuku is the type of caregiver that already did a bunch of research and knows what to do. Tries his best to compromise when your being bratty and always gives the best rewards.

When you told him you age regressed he lit up with happiness. “No way! I saw that somewhere and had to do tons of research on it! Is that why you love mr. might so much?” Mr. Might was a cute plush Izuku got you for your birthday. You often slept with it and took it everywhere, usually with the excuse “Ah, I didn’t mean to put him here!”.

Izuku spent many hours asking questions and how he should take good care of you. “I’m so excited. I bet you’re the cutest as a little. Just as cute as you are now! Oh my all might, I’d be your dad right? That sounds a little weird but I’ll adjust!”.

When you told him you could use just his name or refer to him as your caregiver he insisted you call him “dadda” or “daddy” or whatever you felt comfortable with.

When you first regressed in Izu, he though he’d be prepared but what he didn’t know was that you were a bratty little.

“Come on, please just eat this!” Trying to get you to eat any healthy snack was impossible. “I want that!” You didn’t specify but the fact you finger was leading towards the stash of small candies, it was clear what “that” was.

Eventually he compromised by letting you eat a candy first, then the healthy snack that was originally supposed to eaten alone, then again eating another small candy.

Constant small praises, rewards, and free time was earned when you did anything close to good. “Good job! Now you can draw for a little!”

Bedtime was a hassle. You wouldn’t sit down for even a second. “At least put your pj’s on!”, after running through the rooms he got you to put them on. “If I put on cartoons will you lay down?” You hopped into the bed and smiled, “Cartoons! Now!”. The rest of the night you two dozed off cuddled together watch Disney cartoons.

Denki -

Though he knew everything needed to be known about being a caregiver... was sadly mistaken. Loses literally anything or thinks he lost it when really you were just hiding it for the 5th time already. You both end up tired and drooling on each other at the end of the night because your busy trying to cause chaos while he’s busy just trying to keep you somewhat alive.

Well, when you told Denki you age regressed he seemed like it was an everyday thing. “Alright, I’m your caregiver then!”, you cocked your head when he said just that. “You.. have not questions?” He laughed. “You probably don’t remember but you age regressed in front of me before. I was confused them but I did a little research and I’m sure I nailed down what to do!” It was a relief..

Yeah no, he didn’t know what to do. “Whyyy are you being such a brat right now?!” You stuck your tongue out and blew a wet raspberry at him. “Gross yn! What do you want?! Milk? Candy? Teddy? Paci?” You nodded at the last option. “Okay! I can find it.”

No he couldn’t. You hid it. Under the bed. Which was dusty, gross, and weirdly smelled. The smell probably came from the sticky socks but whatever. “Crap, crap, where the hell is yn’s pacifier?!” You wiggle your toes acting oh so innocent as the poor boy looked up, down, around, and very much below everything.

Once he found it he tried to shove it in your mouth but when you pushed it away he realized you actually wanted it clean.

So he spent a good few minutes cleaning white gunk, dust, and spit off of your pacifier.

Thankfully bedtime rolled around. Denki was tuckered out and so were you. You both ended up cuddling on the couch, sleep, and drooling.

[babysizedfics]

2! - 👑

baby vee on the loose in just a diaper

vote from this concept voting post!

warning: this includes tickling and light teasing and is INCREDIBLY adorable

one day vee is in her slightly older headspace that being 18 months - which coincidentally is the age babies start running

now roman (whos not little) and patton are just chilling in romans room talking and waiting for logan to finish changing vee into a diaper so they can all play with the baby

when suddenly they hear a muffled "Vee, sit back- Baby! Baby, no, no no come back! BABY-"

that is followed by quick little footsteps appraching the door and light giggles - then vee pushes the door open, jiji clutched to her chest, dressed in a pink crop top that reads "cute" in rainbow letters and a pink and white diaper and literally nothing else

roman and patton instantly burst out laughing because she toddles into the room so quickly but shes so wobbly! wearing a diaper makes it hard to walk for her because of the thick padding so she really is toddling like a baby

and she immediately darts to the bed where roman is sitting propped against the headboard and he hurriedly opens his arms just in time for her to literally collapse on his chest and wriggle around to straddle his lap, all while squeaking in laughter

"heya, titch," roman giggles, holding her steady. "did you escape, huh?" and he feels so delighted and amused that her diaper is on full display and is crinkling loudly when vee giggles and wriggles.

"Vee?? Baby, where are you?!" logan sounds panicked in the hallway

"in here loganberry!" patton chuckles, his phone pulled out and clearly capturing a ton of photos of this moment

but vee whines and quickly hides her face in romans shoulder and covers her head with jiji

Roman giggles "whatcha doin, baby?"

and she responds from her hiding place "umbibible"

"youre what?" patton frowns, still smiling though

roman chuckles understanding what she means "are you invisible?"

vee nods and squeals in delight. "shh shh bimbible!"

"ohh okay, shh shh" roman whispers and nods very seriously and cradles the back of her shoulders and diaper to hold her safe and help her hide. "invisible"

logan suddenly bursts in looking stressed as heck and sighs in relief when he sees vee in romans lap

"hey specs, whats got you so frazzled?" roman asks and bites his lip to contain his laughter

after a brief moment taking a deep breath and running his hand back through his hair, logan has recomposed himself. "hello roman. Could you do me a favor and hand over the baby in your lap?"

then roman frowns. "what baby?"

vee giggles and buries her head more in romans neck. he doesnt mind the slight ache at all

logan smiles humourlessly. "very funny, but I need to get her dress on"

"i dont think it would fit you, honey" patton jokes from behind his phone.

roman snorts

logan stares at patton, expressionless

and then roman notices that the way patton holds the camera is so obvious he is taking a VIDEO of this exchange. roman hugs vee tighter with pride

"okay, i really do need to get the baby dressed though" logan insists to roman with a little smile

roman makes a show of looking around the room, avoiding looking down at the adorable mound of pink and white in his lap. "sorry, i dont see any baby"

vee squirms and her diaper crinkles loudly. then they all hear the tiniest babyish whisper. "bimbible"

they're all trying so hard not to laugh now, logan is like biting his cheek to stop smiling and sternly says "roman, I need to get your baby sibling dressed"

"logan i literally have no idea where she is!"

vee giggles and kicks her feet lightly in excitemnt

a choked laugh escapes patton before he scrunches his face to stop it, and logan closes his eyes, his face twitching with the effort not to laugh. romans the best at holding in laughter but he's close to breaking he can tell

"okahay" logan says with a concealed chuckle. "okay, then. roman can you please help me find the baby?"

roman gasps dramatically. "logan, you lost the baby?! What kind of a mother are you!!"

and vee suddenly squeals loud and highpitched into romans shoulder and wiggles so much that shes basically vibrating with excitement

everyone silently wheezes at the reaction: logan slams his hand over his mouth and has to hold the wall for support, romans head drops back in a silent scream of laughter and cradles vees head, and pattons eyes squint shut and the camera wobbles as he shakes with silent chuckles

at that point patton knows they need to wrap this up or they'll either burst into loud laughter and risk startling vee, or they'll all run out of breath from trying to hold it back

"if there was a baby in here," he laughs as gently as he can, "then surely she would be invisible, right roman?"

roman agrees "yes obviously, patton" and he sways gently cradling vee because she was constantly squeaking and squirming and they dont want her getting too overexcited

again, vee giggles "bimbible, bimbible!" still hiding in romans shoulder

of course that gives logan an idea

he approaches the bed "well im afraid theres only one way to find invisible babies" he starts very solemnly and perches on the edge of the mattress next to roman and totally not a totally visible baby

then he smiles. "is sheeeee... over here?" he asks, fluttering just one finger over her neck and vee squeaks and pulls jiji down to cover her neck

roman smiles and strokes her now visible purple hair

"hmm" logan hums in thought as patton gets up from the beanbag to get a better angle to film this whole debacle. logan smiles at the camera mischievously for a moment, apparently forgetting his camera shyness in the excitement

"is she perhaps here?" and he scribbles all fingers of one hand over the exposed back of her knee

vee giggles melodically and quickly folds her legs up into romans lap - but her toes are scrunching happily. shes no longer hidden in romans shoulder but is still curled up against his chest and is hiding her face with jiji

"I think I know where the baby is~" logan sings teasingly, and everyone beams and giggles at the way vee wiggles so much that roman has to curl his arms all the way around her and her diaper to stop her from wriggling right off his lap

"she must be...." logan draws it out, wiggling all ten fingers towards her back. "over here!"

logans fingertips land just above the hem of vee's diaper, settling on her sides and the back of her ribs and scribbling and spiralling gently - the diaper hem rustles loudly under his fingers but thats nothing compared to the reaction from vee

she positively screeches with squeaky laughter, dropping jiji instantly to reveal her flushed cheeks and her scrunched up happy eyes and her big big gummy smile! she wriggles around so much and flaps jiji in the air excitedly

and everyone coos "THERE SHE IS~ 💞" in unison

...

when they finish with the tickling and the giggling, logan finally gets vee back in her room to get dressed... but she whines and pouts whenever he tried to put any kind of skirt or pants on her

try as he might logan literally cannot convince vee to wear anymore clothes than she's already wearing - so for a compromise he simply puts on her ruffly white diaper cover !

patton absolutey bursts with love and adorableness when he sees her all smiley and blushy and wriggly in her cute poofy diaper cover and roman giggles and thinks about how much fun it'll be to remind vee about this tomorrow >:3c

for the entire day everyone is just so giggly because vee is in the most playful happy baby mood, she loves not wearing any pants or skirts and keeps wiggling on her butt to hear the diaper crinkles and kicking her bare legs in excitement and squeals

...

the next morning roman absolutely follows through on his promise to himself and tells vee all about it

vee is so so embarrassed, blushing like mad and hiding her face behind logans shoulder as everyone smiles and tries not to giggle too hard at her reaction

"oh my god, why didnt anyone dress me??"

"you put up quite a fight" logan says so casually it almost sounds like he isnt grinning ear to ear. "youre very persuasive when you pout, princess"

vee pulls away from him with a very appropriate pout

"aww come on dont be embarrassed," patton coos "you were the most adorable little baby in the world yesterday with your poofy little diaper butt"

"dad!" vee squeaks in indignation

everyone giggles at her reaction (and roman sees her lips twitch up in a hidden smile)

roman leans to whisper in her ear "i think you like it~"

"stoooop" vee whines and buries her burning cheeks against romans shoudler instead

big mistake

"wow déja vu" roman chuckles "i guess youre not straddling my lap this time though - all wriggly and giggly and crinkly"

vee pulls back form him with a bewildered look "i was in your lap? and i was only wearing--"

"well sure!" patton chuckles as though its ridiculous vee is even questioning it. "i dunno why youre so suprised, you always sit in your brothers lap. OH I can show you the video to prove it!" and he pulls out his cellphone and starts searching for the video

"i dunno pat, are you sure it will help to watch the video?" roman asks

and for a MILLISECOND vee thinks roman is actually for once showing her mercy

then he smiles at her. "i mean she was 'bimbible', I dunno if you wouldve caught her on camera"

"thats very true," logan nods, sipping his coffee with a smirk "though it might be worth reviewing the footage purely for research purposes"

patton laughs "oh of course, we really have to check if you can see 'bimbible' babies on camera... oop, i think we can!"

patton beams and holds up his phone to show a picture of vee curled up against romans chest, half-naked and with romans hands curled round her shoulders and the top of the diaper, his head thrown back and clearly in the midst of delighted laughter

vee squeaks and pulls minty from their seat at the breakfast table to bury her face in them. "youre my only ally minty" she whispers into their fluff as the family all coo over the adorable photos

[keeztickles]

•The Creative Lers Strike•

TW! Remus and Janus!

Ler!Roman, Ler!Remus, Ler!Logan for 2 seconds, Lee!Logan, Lee!Virgil, Lee!Patton, Lee!Janus/Deceit

Remus and Roman were both in Ler moods, and unlike anything they usually do, these two work together when it comes to tickling the shit out of the other sides. Get ready to die a million times from these little shits!

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SMASH SMASH SMASH! "Guess who's hereeeee!" That was simply Remus with a tambourine, which he immediately threw to the ground.

"Remus! It seems the tickle tickle lers are out to play!" Roman's excitement could be seen from the moon and farther, maybe pluto saw the ler boi!

"Reeeeeeally now? I hadn't noticed!" Remus faked surprise, giggling immensely as he watched the other sides.

"Look at all those lees scattering, what do you wanna do about that?" Roman pointed out the scattering sides who were realizing what was about to happen to them.

"Who shall we attack first, dear brother?" Remus asked, crossing his arms, though the question was useless, as only one side was even in the room anymore.

~Virgil Segment!~

"Well despite being Fight or Flight, Virgie doesn't seem to be flighting." The twins simply jogged over to the emo who seemed to "accidentally" fall on the floor in his efforts to escape. Roman and Remus easily pinned him down.

"Another lee mood? Didn't I stomp that out yesterday?" Remus asked, one of his fingernails gently trailed down Virgil's stomach, making it start to spaz with trapped laughter. "Clearly our power combined makes all the giggly lees appear!" Roman deducted, he summoned a paint brush, and went after Virgil's ticklish neck.

They currently weren't planning on murdering him with tickles all day, they had 3 other little lees to catch, and all three of them were very good at pretending to be lers when they we truly very giggly lees! So the future is scarily exciting for the two creative twins!

Virgil continued his attempts to not let out any laugher, but his breaths got increasingly panicky as Remus's gentle fingers inched closer and closer to the current giggly sides belly button.

"The walker walks around the hole! Wondering how it came, he goes to the edge.."

"Remus NO!"

"And checks it out..."

"R-REEMUS-"

"aND FALLS ONCE IT CAME!" Remus digged both of of his hands into Virgil's mystical belly button, while Roman's fingers trailed everywhere else, his neck, his stomach and sides, his thighs and feet, the two princes were having a ride, leaving verbal teases all over the air for the very laughable emo.

Though the teases were also excruciatingly flustering, since these cute twins were very creative! We love some unstoppable tickly twins!

"Look Virgil! Are you seeing how much your tummy is jumping? You must be loving this!" Remus cooed, watching the emo's stomach.

"Virgil! I've forgotten how much you loved being tickled! Especially on your cute little thighssss!" Roman cooed, delighted to find out that Virgil' blushy face became even more flustered.

"Tickle Tickle Tickle Virgieeee!" The two lers happily cooed as they smirked down at the laughing lee, who was getting closer and closer to his breaking point.

Roman looked to Remus, and they both nodded, completely stopping their attacks, they went to each side of Virgil's stomach, keeping their smirk up. "And now, for our final act.."

Virgil, in his out of breath state, tensed up, watching the boys with a large grin on his face. The two leaned down at the same time, creating a raspberry on both sides of his stomach, making the boy in question laugh like hell.

"AHAHOHHOHOHOSHIHIHIHITFUHUHCKKYOUGUHUHUHYS" Virgil basically screamed out a bunch of cursed, before finally reaching his limit. "SANDERSS!"

Remus and Roman immediately pulled away, rubbed away the excess ticklee feelings, and summoned a bottle of water for the now very exhausted boy. "You go start up frozen two! We gotta go catch 3 other cuties!" Roman affectionately left a kiss on Virgil's forehead, as Remus gently picked Virgil up, and left him on the couch.

~Patton Segment!~

The twins left the room, going to where they saw the other sides run off too. "Who's ready to be tickled! You can't run from it cuties!" They continued to sing teases as they searched for a few more minutes, finally, they heard a little giggle, which they immediately froze by.

"..That sounds like a Patton!"

"Absolutely, Padreeee! Come out and play! We'll find you soon anyway cutie!" Remus was completely joking, but Patton came out of the cupboard, completely red faced, he grinned softly, immediately raising his hands above his head.

"Awww! Do you want the tickles? I think he wants the tickles Remus!" Roman quickly went over to the boy, gently rubbing the father fingers neck with the tips of his fingers, making him let out soft giggles.

"Absolutelyyyy!" Remus wasted no time, immediately digging his fingers into Patton's thighs. Making Patton squeal loudly and fall into happy and giddy laughter, Patton immediately pulled himself to the floor, feeling his legs become shaky.

Roman chuckled softly as he quickly took the liberty of tickling Patton's neck and ribs, making the boy squeal in very ticklish delight. "ROOOHOHOHOHO!" Roman titled his head, giving Patton a silly face. "Whaaaaaat? I'm simply giving you what you clearly asked for! The tickly tickly tickles!" Roman cooed, leaving a small raspberry on Patton's neck, which made Patton into a happy snorting mess.

"Squeezy Squeezy! Squeezeeeeeee!" Remus happily sang, dancing slightly as he continued his attack on Patton's legs. "Dance your legs for me you pretty leee!" Remus smirked, gesturing to the kicking legs he was currently tickling the heck out of.

"Sanders!" Patton squeaked out, which the best beans immediately stopped their playful attack, retrieving water for the bean. He wanted soft tickles today, and that's what he got!

"You okay padre?" Roman gently asked, rubbing his back and happily helping him to sit up. "Yee! Thank you cuties for this experience." Patton giggled softly before taking a sip of his water. "Of course Patty!" Remus exclaimed, leaving a gentle kiss on Patton's forehead.

"Now, go join Virgil in watching frozen."

"On it!" Patton giggled, before jumping up and going into the living room.

The boys happily went deeper into the castle, knowing their next threat wouldn't be so easy to conquer. Remus had his slimy tentacles on standby, just in case they came into contact with 6 gloved hands.

But perhaps those tentacles were needed sooner then the duke thought.

~Logan Segment!~

Suddenly, the boys stepped into a room and were immediately caught in a trap, fully spread in the middle of the room, they yelped loudly, scanning around for Janus and sighing in relief when it was only Logan.

"My apologies, my dear twins, but you two are on a particular rampage that must be stopped." The teacher stood in between the two of them with a collection of items commonly used for tickling, Roman gulped.

"Logie you've been in a lee mood all week! I've literally seen you without shoes! That's a rarity bud!" Remus retorted, smirking as he saw Logan's face turn into a red tomato.

"Whatever sensitive feelings I obtained this week are currently meaningless, you two need to be dealt with." Logan stated simply, pulling up Roman's shirt, smirking at the trapped boy. "L-Logan! We can talk about th-THIS!"

Roman squeaked loudly, falling into happy and giddy laughter, quickly attempting to escape the bonds and attempted to protest in attempt in trying to keep his ler mood up, he knew Remus would save them. He just wondered if he was such a little shit that Remus would choose to save them after Logan was done with Roman.

"Awww, look at you now princey! Giggling up a very cute storm! If Virgil and Pat-" Logan squeaked as his hands were pulled away from Roman by some slimy tentacles, and was pushed to the floor.

"Y-You saved me?!" Roman let out a deep breath and looked at his brother in wonder, who was currently being untied by a tentacle. Remus rolled his eyes, rubbing his wrists after being untied. "Ro, this is our day, im not letting some bitchass nerd tickle you to death! Now! Let's tickle a little lee!"

Roman nodded, letting himself get out of the small lee mood he put himself in, and smirked as he felt his ler mood arrive back in full force. He gave the tentacle a small pat and dove to Logan's body, who Remus was already leaving very furious tickles on the teachers bare sides.

"Hi, bitch!" Roman affectionately cooed, kissing the laughing sides cheek before crawling down to Logan's feet, smirking as he summoned a feather. "So you decided you were gonna try to split us up, yes? Fat chance for that Logie! When together, the creative twins are absolutely unstoppable!" Roman cheered, giving a high five to his brother.

Roman leaned down, gently wiggling a feather on the ball of Logan's feet. He chuckled softly as he immediately heard a loud squeal of laughter followed by a very pleading nerd.

"Roman, R-Roman please don't, Roman im sorry!r-ROMAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHHAHAN!" The nerd squealed loudly, making both boys giggle softly. "Logie! I'm not even touching your toes! And yet your still screeching like a wounded animal!" Roman pointed out. "You must be reaaaaaaally ticklish Logie!"

"I'm nohohohohohohohohohohohot!" Logan squeals out, thrashing in an attempt to get the tentacle off of him, though to be noted, the tentacle, was able to be easily removed, Logan was clearly failing on purpose.

"Oh? You aren't? Then why is the usually stoic Logic laughing so much? you wouldn't mind if I tickled the tips of your feet then!" Logan's eyes widened in an instant before pleading as Roman took his hand away from the balls of his feet.

"Wait, roman please don't, I will do your laundry for a week, I won't criticise your writing, I will do the dishes without complaint, roMAN!" Roman glanced up at Remus, who had stopped his own actions and was just letting Roman have his own revenge, aw.

He smirked, and quickly started rapidly scratching Logan's toes, and the padded part of the foot, humming softly as the nerd under Roman went absolutely ballistic.

"SHITTTTTIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" The male screamed, giggling and laughing madly as he basically pleaded for his life. "PLEAHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEESEEEUEHE!" Along with a favorite of Romans, "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOYOUOHUE!"

Truly, Logan was having an amazing time today, but sadly, all giggly men must have to end at some point! Logan endured a few more seconds of his favorite torture, before he practically screamed.

"SANDERS!" Logan called and Roman immediately stopped, and the tentacle disappeared, Logan happily took the water he was given, giggling happily from after giggles. "Thahahank you!"

"Of course you ticklish little cutie, go join Patton and Virgil, alright?" Logan nodded, and both the brothers stood up, glancing at each other. "Thank you guys!" The twins giggled and gave a loving nod before the nerd left.

"You know what comes next, right?"

"He's had all this time to prepare, why didn't we go for him first?

"Because Virgil is cute!"

"True-"

[Janus segment!]

"-Boys, Boys, Boys, I believe it's time for you two to lay down and submit defeat, or else I shall personally show you how." Janus walked into the room, all 6 of his hands were out, and on show.

The twins spun around, immediately getting into defensive positions of both defensive and offensive.

"Janus! It is not us who shall be submitting ourselves to the tickle attacks today! It shall be you!" Roman made a grand gesture to hide his nervous insides.

"I'm afraid not, Roman, I have a few tricks up my sleeves, because you two are a mighty force for all tickling kind, if you truly wished to absolutely wreck someone, you could, you both are the creative people here, you could summon anything with a blink of an eye." Janus explained, stepping closer to the mighty twins.

"So with that said.." Janus clicked his fingers, and suddenly the twins didn't seem to have powers anymore. "Let's make this an even fight, shall we dearies?" Janus smirked at the boys, wiggling all the gloved fingers.

The twins turned to each other and gulped, but Remus smirked, pulling a button out of his pocket, he did plan for Janus and his mischievous tricks!

"Sorry Jan, but we are the creative twins, we have plans for your plans!" Remus giggles, tapping the button and immediately all 6 arms were trapped, as well as suddenly the twins had their powers back. "Thanks Logan!"

Janus immediately attempted to get out of the restraints, trying his hardest. "Now boys, let's think about this!" Remus rolled his eyes, summoning two small tentacles and placed them in one of the sets of armpits, Remus placed them in the least sensitive part so that the only thing that emerged from the now swirling tentacles was soft giggles and snorts.

Roman viewed the tied up snek man, and giggled slightly, placing a individually mobile feather on one of his scaley melt spots, before happily tickling both of his individual arm pits with scratches and pokes. "Aww Janus! You are so adorableeeee!" Roman cooed the the tied up loud snek man.

"You are way too soft with him, he can take it, trust me, I've lived with the bitch for 20+ years!" Remus grins and starts to mercilessly tickle the armpits he was given, grinning madly when Janus's squeals go up and octave or three.

Roman watches Remus and nods, copying his brothers actions along with his own spark of genuine roman love.

"BOYOHOHOGOHOHOHOHOHOYSSSSSS!" Janus calls in an attempt to plead for his freedom.

"No can do Jan!"

"You wanted to try to destroy us! We ain't letting that happen!"

"Never! Tickle tickle tickle Jannnn!"

"Aw he isn't even fighting back anymore!"

"That's absolutely adorable."

"SANDERS!"

Immediately, the binds were down, the tentacles and feathers were gone, and immediate cuddles and water were given to the giggly side.

"You did amazing."

"Better then usual!"

"Remus!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Dude!"

"Anyway, lets go give the boys a lovely night of frozen, shall we?"

"Yessss!"

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The two twins waddled into the living room, letting a small gigle out at seeing all the tuckered out lees.

"We will get you tomorrow."

"Sureeeeee, keep telling yourself that Virge!"

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Oh boy, this is a long ass fic, I hope y'all like it-? Thank you for reading, pls reblog and like if u like it, thank u, I am new to the community, and im tryna be a nice human!

Keez~

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

Dewey x reader time! Going on a roller-skate date with our sweet rocking Dewey Finn. And yes... we all know Dewey would wear heelys, right? Fluff and hints to smut ahead.

Hope you enjoy 💕

Skater-boy.

"Dew!! Mister Finn! Get your rocking ass over here pleeaaaaase! I wanna gooooooo, baby!" Impatient as you was, you already finished lacing your roller skates when your boyfriend was still getting his stuff out of the car. You were done with your skates and decided your hair was only getting in the way when you sported. You reached behind your head to tie your pink locks in a bun as you heared a whistle on your left.

Ready to scold whoever had the nerves to whistle at you like you were a dog, you grinned as you watched Dewey approaching you. He took a sprint, and you literally facepalmed when you noticed he came actually rolling towards you. Was... was Dewey Finn actually... wearing heelys?! You snorted when he smoothly rolled your way, deciding that went way too smooth to be unpracticed beforehand.

Dewey stopped flawlessly an inch before your feet and winked at you: "Hey miss cotton-candy... have you by any chance saw my smoking-hot girlfriend? She looks exactly like you... but on the main has more patience and is a few inches shorter..."

He helped you on your feet and you kissed him sweetly with a chuckle. "Yayy!... i can reach whitout having to stand on my tiptoes! See Dew?" Dewey smiled against your lips and hummed a happy "Yeah babe. I can tell. If i didn't know any better i would say that you are excited."

You nudged his shoulder and rolled your eyes. "Wel... if I didn't know any better i would say that you secretly practiced your heely skills Dew..."

You heard dewey scoff, his hand on the crook of your neck as he pushed his nose against yours he mumbled: "What can i say? Im a natural. Plus... school is the perfect place to practice. All tiles and smooth floors..."

You pressed one more kiss on his lips and chuckled when you noticed Dewey tried to follow your lips with his, not ready to lose the contact yet. He was adorable as hell when he was this soft and needy.

"You rock everything you touch babe... but i gotta admit... i did not suspect the heelys." You murmered against his lips.

He grinned like an idiot and pulled up his skateboard. "...yeah... that one I did expect Dew. Now... come on! Let's go, let's go, let's goooooooooo sweety!!!!" You tugged him behind you and he smiled at your antics, finding you incredibly adorable all excited like this. Your enthausiasm making him excited as well.

.....

You both had been skating for almost an hour or so, and your feet were starting to hurt a bit in your skates.

Dewey hopped on his board again and held your hand as you skated on his left. With a happy smile on his face he took your other hand too. Making you drag him behind you as you skated. It worked for a bit, cause you had enough speed, but after a while you both stopped going forward and he dryly bumped up against you with a small thump.

You and Dewey laughed ridiculously hard at the silly scene and plopped down on the board together. Using it as your seat for now.

You noticed Dewey was getting tired too, his hand absedmindedly brushed your knee. He huffed and dropped his head on your shoulder. Your hand tangled in his brown locks and pressed a gentle kiss on his hair as you patted his knee. "Hey champ? Youknow that i always wanted to learn how to ride the board? I tried once, fell and gave up after that..."

You looked to the side and smiled at Deweys features, his eyes were comically wide and he stood up abruptly. Extended his hand to pull you on your feet and he was already bouncing up and down with excitement. He flopped the board under his arm, looked at you in awe while smiling just as bright as when he was strumming his beloved guitar. Okay... maybe a bit more excited even. Dewey cleared his throat, took your hands in his and dropped to one knee as he excitedly blurted out: "Honey....pleaselemmeteachyoutoridetheboard!!!!"

You snorted at his antics, why on earth did you deserve this treasure of a human? You nodded yes and you chuckled at his beaming face... a happy puppy would be jalous of the features he was rocking. His utter 'joy and excitement face'. Said excited face went to a even higher state of excitement as you pulled him close and stilled his bouncing for a second when you gently kissed him.

When you pulled back you took frowning look at your skates, but Dew was faster then you could speak. Flopping the board on the ground with a thud, he dropped his backpack on the concrete and snatched your sneakers out of the bag with a proud smile on his face. You beamed back at him and winked "Right... My Dewey always comes prepared..."

He swallowed thickly, the innuendo didn't go unnoticed and you snorted again. He was just... so easy to tease somtimes.

You grabbed his shoulders for support, as his hands held your waist you switched your skates for the sneakers. "Oehh... sexy... like your happy-socks babe." Dewey teased back as he tickled your side. Honestly happy to feel the concrete under your feet again you wiggled your toes in the shoes and sighed. You were a bit worried about getting on the board, your last incident didnt end that well.

One look at Dewey made your mind shift... he looked so... happy. He wouldn't let you down, in any way, including the concrete.

Dewey senced that you were nervous though, squeezing your hand in reassurance he mumbled: "Only if you want to sweetheart, i will not let you fall. Promise."

You awnsered by kissing his stubble murmering: "Im good Dew... just... dont let me go okay? Small steps."

He bounced up and down like a 5 year old on a sugar-rush and nodded excitedly. He turned around towards the board and smacked your ass as he cheered: "Hell to the yeah!! Lets go!" You hissed back: "Dew, darling.... Behave!"

Dewey held your hand as he leaded you towards the board. When you were almost there he stopped and bowed: "Your carriage awaits m'lady." You rolled your eyes and scoffed but smiled nonetheless. His calloused fingers took hold of your forearms and he purred at you: "Step right up angel, im holding you up."

You took an anxcious, wobbly step on the board but felt Dewey supporting you. Dewey saw second of fear flash in your eyes. He squeezed your forearms to get your attention and sternly spoke: "Hey... love... look at me... keep your pretty eyes on me. You're doing great." He loosened his grip on your arms a bit but didn't completely let go, just like he promised.

"Whooow!!! You're doing it!!!" Dewey cheered happily at you and you proudly beamed back at him. He pulled you a bit closer to him, holding your forearm with one hand, wrapping the other on your waist. He pulled you into a happy kiss, and you felt him smile against your lips. His stubble tickeling a bit as he deepened the kiss and he hummed against your mouth. You chuckled: "Dew... my man... i can't quite figure out what you say, when your tongue is in my mouth youknow?"

He grinned at you, and you noticed a blush creeping up his cheeks when he mumbled: "Im proud of you, love."

He pulled you close against him and you laughed when he picked you up and lifted you off the board. He gently put you down on the floor again, hugging you as soon as your feet touched the concrete. Pressing a soft kiss on the top of your hair as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, taking in the smell that was all Dewey.

"There ya go doll... nice and small again, all tiny whitout wheels." Dewey teased you and you went to stand on your tip-toes to rub your nose against his affectionately. "...well mister Finn... im not small, my love for you just highly concentrated."

Dewey pulled back and booped your nose, after that he abrubtly sprinted off: "Last one by the car is a loser!!!"

You sighed and watched the big kid run off towards the car, a smile creeping up your face. He was fully dedicated and pulled out his heely trick again, rolling towards the car with a loud excited "whoow!" As you watched Dewey pump his fists in the air in victory, you picked up the skateboard and walked towards your boyfriend. Said boyfriend was currently jamming in the car, singing along with the lyrics: "...and all the guys say Im pretty fly, for a white-guy..."

You slumped into the seat next to Dewey, and he winked at you: "Hey... it's the prettiest loser on the planet and beyond..." he joked.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk on your face, crept a hand slowly up from his knee till his thigh as you breathed against his neck: "...Well, well, well mister-rock-star... Guess you arent getting any tonight... and that's a shame. Cause i kinda have a thing for skater-boys..."

Dewey swallowed his taunting laugh away and looked at your pouting face. He reached out untie your pink bun, biting his lip as you did so.

You made sure to make a show of shaking your hair loose and felt Dewey tangle his calloused fingers inside your hair. He pulled your face closer to his and you heard him purr softly when you stroked your way further up his thigh, setteling when you felt the belt of his jeans.

Dewey's face was flushed as you stared at him intently, your lips inches away from his and whispered: "How long is the drive home skater-boy?"

He licked his lips and awnsered in a raspy voice: "erhm... 20 minutes..."

You teasingy pressed your lips against his, hearing him growl in desperation when you stroked him trough his jeans. "Gotta start the car to get it moving sweetheart."

Then you slumped back in your seat again, evil smirk on your face and plopped your feet on the dashboard as you two drove home.

Admittedly: it only took Dewey 14 minutes and a half. He ignored one red light and almost hit the neigbours car when parking... but it took him 14 minutes.

Tagging: @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @ironmansuucks @h1de-s0urce @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @bugdrinkss

[imaheckinlee]

A/N: Me? Having the confidence to finally make a blog and post something? I don't believe it either. This is the first tk fic I've ever written, so take that as you will. Also im on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more

Ship: Antiaverage

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Anyone with /ears/ knew that tickling was something common between the septic egos.

Anyone that spent more than a few hours around them would see that Anti was the reason why.

He was a true monster when it came to this. Anti knew every single death spot, every technique that could get an ego to beg for mercy, and being the glitch bitch he was, he was good at sneaking up on them as well. Normally, it was playful and only lasted a few minutes, when Anti noticed someone being in a bad mood or just wanted to hear a laugh. Normally. But if you ever got on Anti's bad side, you had better hide and prepare to scream until your voice was hoarse and you couldn't even remember your own name.

Anti knew that it wasnt exactly conventional for him to do this all the time, but no one complained (most of the time). Whether they enjoyed it or just were too scared to tell Anti to back off, he was happy to continue.

99% of the time, Anti was perfectly fine with this arrangement. Watching other people scream and laugh under his touch was probably the least cruel sadistic action he could take against the others to make sure none of them considered him too soft. Though it didn't always work, especially around Chase for some reason. Chase always joked around with Anti like they were best friends or something, and it drove the green man absolutely insane. /Not/ because Anti was 'feeling' something for the other ego or any shit like that, mind you; he was just annoying. It didn't take long for Chase to start getting more attacks than the others, even up to them being daily. Slowly things turned from a minute or two, up to fifteen minutes no matter how much Chase begged. Anti couldn't say he hated spending more time around the other, though if anything it just caused Chase to spend more time around him.

Only when Anti was around Chase did he start to imagine what it would be like if their roles were reversed.

Anti had always been the scary monster. No one had ever even attempted to tickle him before, so he had no idea if it would even work. But the thoughts were there, and they because more persistent every day. Even to the point where Anti couldn't look at Chase in the eyes without thinking of them together, Chase wrecking him and then their lips connecting and-

Stop. Never gonna happen.

Or so he thought.

On this particular day, Anti had somehow managed to discover a new spot that was even worse than Chase's underarms: his hips. While the previous was met with melodious cackling, the latter was sporadic screeches and silent laughter that clearly drove Chase insane. God, that face he makes when hes so happy... /If/ Anti had feelings, hed be destroyed right now. Though that thought didn't stop the bright green blush rising to his face, even rivaling Chase's redness at all the teasing.

"What's wrong, Chasey? Too ticklish for your own good? Do you like this spot?"

This was the one time Chase was unable to even speak, just shaking his head as he continued his feeble attempts to squirm away. But with Anti literally sitting on top of your legs, that was virtually impossible. Chase had even given up trying to use his hands to push away the attacker, resigning himself to covering his face and beating the floor. Lucky him that Anti's room was soundproof.

Not more than a few minutes later, Anti was once again losing his focus and his mind began to wander, causing him to reluctantly let go of Chase and crawl off as the other immediately curled into a ball, still giggling his heart out. "Alright, I think you deserve some mercy." For now, Anti was just going to have to plop onto his bed and wait for Chase to leave. Give it time, and this feeling will go away.

Except Chase was, for some reason, being an utter pain once again and decided to sit on Anti's bed instead of leaving. A low growl could be heard.

"What do you want, bitch?" Anti could only glare at Chase. Had it been anyone else, they'd have run away by now. But not Chase. He just laughed.

"You're usually... More energetic. After that." Chase couldnt help but to blush even more just mentioning what had happened, and Anti smirked at him.

"Aw, you're concerned for me, how cute." It shouldn't have been possible for Chase to blush more. "I'm fine. So back off and leave before I start on you again."

Chase grimaced at the thought, but it didn't last long as he just kept questioning Anti over and over. Why couldn't Chase just leave to let him suffer in peace?

"Seriously, you're in such a bad mood now..." Something flickered in Chase's eyes, and Anti's heart rose as his stomach dropped at the same time. "You know what happens to people in a bad mood?"

Of course Anti knew exactly what happened to people in a bad mood. He's the one that started this insanity to begin with. If Chase didn't know better, he'd have thought a nervous smile flashed on Anti's face. "Don't you even dare. Or you'll be punished for real next time."

"Kinky." If that word wasn't enough to make Anti flush green, the quick poke to his side sure did the trick. Anti truly didn't even know if he was ticklish or not; however, considering he jumped off the bed and nearly fell on the floor, the answer seemed to be obvious. "Oh my god-"

"Shut up, bitch, /don't/ even try."

Once the floodgates were open, there was no way Chase was going to stop now. Contrary to what the glitchy man believed, all the stunts Chase had done resulted him being far stronger than the others, even Anti himself. It wasn't difficult at all to tackle Anti and sit on his waist with an evil smile, starting to wiggle his fingers in Anti's face. God, he's never blushed so much in his life.

"So. Soundproof room, huh?"

Anti didn't even have time to respond before Chase immediately shot to Anti's side, pinching the right and scratching the left as laughter immediately started pouring out. /No one/ had even heard Anti's real laugh... Only the false evil one he put on. Chase had known about his feelings for a while, but now... He was absolutely gone.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" The yell snapped Chase out of his daydream as he joined in on the laughter, moving one hand to Anti's stomach while the other crawled up to his ribs. "IHIHIHM GOING TO KIHIHILL YOHUHU"

"Aw, you wouldn't though. You're such a softie, we all know it. Especially now! Who knew the big bad Antisepticeye was so ticklish?" That was the first time Anti had moved his arms, trying to hit Chase on the mouth to get him to shut up since he couldn't speak. Interesting how he hadn't tried to actually stop Chase from doing this...

Maybe he'd found the source of the bad mood after all.

Finding the stomach to be a weak spot, Chase focused on scratching and squeezing there as Anti attempted to curl into a ball to protect himself.

"Uh uh uh! You don't wanna make me stop, do you?" With one hand forcing, Anti's head was back on the pillow and his arms out of the way as Chase focused right around the bellybutton. By the point, Anti was hysterical; he was screeching, crying, blushing green from head to toe, and having the best time of his life.

"Alright, last bit, I promise." Chase gave Anti ust a few seconds to breathe, taking in the sight of his hysterical face. And the /giggles/. Chase could kiss him right now. Anti was just about to talk when Chase quickly pulled up his shirt, and blew the biggest raspberry he could.

"FUHUHUUUHUCK" Not even Anti had ever done that before! That was just extra cruelty on Chase's half. The laughter turned completely silent as Anti hit his head against the pillow. Once Anti's shirt was back down, Chase collapsed on top of Anti with a deep breath.

Instead of the revenge he expected for putting Anti through that, Chase heard only a mumbled word. "...thanks..."

"...what?" Anti only shot a hand over Chase's mouth, which was promptly licked to remove it.

"Don't ever tell anyone about...this."

About Anti being ticklish? About the fact that Anti had actually enjoyed it? Or at least enjoyed it from him?

Chase didn't have the chance to ask, because in seconds he was shoved out of Anti's room and the door locked.

...shit. Maybe he does like Chase after all.

Though the two wouldn't admit to their feelings until months later, this scenario became a pasttime for them, one that repeated dozens of times. And no one knew.

Well, except Jackieboy Man, since he lived next to Anti. Who then told Marvin. Who then told Schneep. Who then told every ego he saw.

But that's another story.

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I'm gonna tag some people I look up to in this community

@thetickleeraven @cefsticklestoo @fluffymary (sorry if you're not in this fandom, I'm mostly sanders sides just not for this. I'll be reblogging your stuff a lot soon probably)

[sadprose-auroras]

‘About Time’ - Roger TaylorxFem!Reader (Part 1)

A/N: Hello my darlings! I can’t decide if I hate this or not, and I’m not sure if I’ll continue writing this, depends on the response. Please let me know if you want me to continue it (it would probably require way more parts, like a full on series). Hope you enjoy! - Also, this can apply to Ben Hardy’s portrayal of Roger. Whatever you prefer!

(This was totally inspired by a couple time travel fics I read a few weeks ago, I can’t remember the authors or the names but all credits to them for the time travel idea…. LOVE. IT. I just HAD to write my own, crappier version)

Find my other works here!

 You sunk to the floor, your knees giving out beneath you. You felt ridiculous, curling up in a ball, in your wardrobe, but you had reached your breaking point; everything had suddenly hit you. As you hugged your knees, sobbing, your jeans became tear-soaked. Your mind wandered, as your cheeks flamed in embarrassment and shame about your current state, despite nobody being around. How did you get here? A few months ago, your life was great. You had a great job, a great circle of friends and boyfriend, and you were pursuing your passion; studying fashion design. Then, everything began to crumble around you. All your friends turned on you, you got fired, and your studies began to slip as a result, causing you to fail an exam.  

 If all that wasn’t bad enough, you found out your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you for a year and 11 months. Go figure. It was as if the universe was playing some long, cruel joke on you, just to see how long before you gave up on trying to pursue any kind of happiness. Just as you came to the conclusion that you really had nothing to fight for, leaning your head back on the wall behind you and closing your eyes, the strangest feeling overcame you. Your head began to spin, and pins and needles covered your entire body. You tried to open your eyes, to move your body, but you were frozen. Your heart rate increased rapidly, and you began to think that this was really it. Whatever was happening, you were going to die. Strangely enough, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.  

 By some miracle, everything stopped. The pins and needles ceased, and, save a throbbing headache, you felt much better. You experimentally wiggled your toes, and you had feeling back again. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, looking around you. It was dark, but you could make out the shapes of the clothes hanging around you. Oddly, you didn’t recognise any of them. The chair that was next to you when you closed your eyes was gone, replaced by a shoe rack.  

You stood up, closed your eyes again and rubbed your temples, trying to rid of the probable hallucinations. You racked your brain, thinking back to when you studied psychosis in high school. You couldn’t remember a thing. Was temporary paralysis a symptom? 

 You decided you needed to call a doctor. You pulled your iPhone out of your pocket, still in the dark, and opened up safari. You had no wifi, and no reception. Frowning, you opened the wardrobe door, the knob feeling unfamiliar, to be greeted by a figure doing the same. The door swung open suddenly, bouncing on its hinges.

 You both screamed loudly, and, without looking at the figure in front of you, you tried to push past to get away, however, a hand gripped you and pulled you back. 

 Your eyes became fixed on the man in front of you. You frowned, unable to tear your eyes off him. The hallucinations were getting worse; you were conjuring up images of people in your home. Hang on. You knew his face all too well; you had spent hours watching him drum and sing at concerts on YouTube. It couldn’t be, could it?

 “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my wardrobe!?” he asked, releasing his grip on you. You winced, rubbing where his fingernails had dug into you. This was all too much.

 “I should be asking you the same thing, why are you in my house? What’s going on?” you looked around the room, expecting to see your familiar bedroom; your posters plastered around the walls, your colourful duvet, and your plush white carpet. Instead, the walls were empty, the duvet was blue, and the carpet was grey.

 “I need to sit down,” you said, overwhelmed, perching on the edge of the unfamiliar bed. You glanced up at the man in front of you, his expression still shocked and wide-eyed, as he looked you up and down, his brows furrowing. 

 “God, you seem so real,” you laughed. “But there’s no way.”“What the fuck do you mean?” he replied. “I know I’m real, but I can’t say the same about you. I’ve never known anyone who can just appear out of thin air,” he shook his head in disbelief. 

 You frowned, rubbing your hands through your hair. “What do you mean, I appeared out of thin air?” your stomach began to sink. For reasons you couldn’t explain, something else was going on. Something much weirder than you initially thought.

 “Well, I don’t see how you could have got into my wardrobe without me seeing. I’ve been in my room for 20 minutes.” You glanced at his legs, frowning. What kind of person wears flared jeans anymore? 

 “I, um,” you began, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. This was all too ridiculous. You were actively avoiding eye contact with him. You figured if you acknowledged that it was him, at that age, in front of you, this would all go away. It was impossible. Suddenly, it all came together, as shocking as it was. It wasn’t him that was in the wrong place, it was you. This wasn’t your house. You had no wifi or reception. And, Roger Taylor, looking as he did circa 1972, was right in front of you. Had you time travelled? Your head span at the possibility. What else could explain these strange occurrences? 

 “What year is it?” you asked, this time properly meeting his eyes this time. Photos didn’t do the real thing justice; his baby blue eyes were maintaining steady eye contact with you, his lips were slightly parted, and his hair looked so soft and angelic. He was insanely beautiful. You internally cursed yourself. Now was definitely not the time.  

“1972…” he said, becoming even more confused. Your theory was confirmed. You’d watched all of the Back to the Future movies countless times, but you’d never imagined anything like that could ever really happen. Especially to you; plain, boring, old you. 

 “I know you’re probably not inclined to believe the crazy girl from your wardrobe, but I think,” you bit your lip, concerned at how he would take the news. “I think I’m from the future.” 

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 “So, you’re telling me you didn’t do anything for this to actually happen?” Roger asked. After trying to explain to him a million times, that yes, you were in fact just as confused as him, and no, you didn’t climb through his window, you tried to remain patient. He had every right to be confused as hell, you would definitely react the same if you were in his shoes. Despite this though, he was oddly trusting, allowing you to remain in his house and actually giving you the time of day to explain your side of the story. He even offered you a glass of water and something to eat, which you accepted gratefully. You were starving. 

 “Yes, I was literally just in my wardrobe, then the next thing I knew we were screaming in each other’s faces.” 

 “How do I know you’re telling the truth? You don’t seem very sane so far. I’m going to need some proof. You could just be a crazy girl who will do anything to sleep with me,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes. So the stories were true, he really was cocky.

 “Don’t flatter yourself, Taylor,” you retorted. “And no,” you said quickly, as he opened his mouth to speak, “I don’t know your surname because I’m a crazy stalker.” Your mind wandered to your extensive Queen record and CD collection. Okay, so maybe you were a little, but he didn’t need to know that. 

 “I know because Queen makes it big. I mean, massive.” You bit your lip nervously. If Back to the Future taught you anything, nobody should know too much about their own future. For the first time in your life, you had to think about what you said before you said it.

“How can I convince you?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “What year do you claim to come from, anyway?”

“2019,” you bit your lip. 

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Am I….?”

 “Still alive? Yeah.” Suddenly, you had an idea. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, thankful it was still charged. You turned it on, the time and date you had left still displayed on the screen (18th January 2019, 11:00), in front of a picture of Queen from 1975. You turned the screen towards him. 

 “Holy shit, is that me?” he gasped, leaning forward. “2019.” He looked up at you, and you shrugged and nodded. You were thankful he didn’t know the implications of having a picture of somebody as your lockscreen. 

 “There’s something else,” you unlocked your phone, opening music and searching for ‘Doing Alright.’ You pressed play, the song pouring out of the speakers.

Yesterday, my life was in ruin

Now today, I know what I’m doing… 

“Oh my god, that’s our song! We haven’t even released it yet.” He chuckled. You couldn’t help but grin at his excitement, encapsulated by his gorgeous smile. 

 “Wanna hear more?” you smirked. It’s funny, you had never felt so comfortable around somebody so quickly. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him relaxed you. 

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 “Have you noticed I haven’t asked about that thing you’re holding, ‘cause I’m too scared to?”

 You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. You’d spent the last half an hour playing Roger a few more Queen songs. A small nagging voice in the back of your mind was telling you to stop, to not reveal anything about his future, no matter how small. But Roger’s pleading to hear more won.

 “It’s actually a phone,” you said, to answer his question. “Well, that’s its main purpose anyway. You can use it to take and store pictures, play music, and use the internet. Which, well, you’ll find out about in approximately 18 years.”

 “I’m intrigued, what’s the internet?” he asked. You thought of all the unspeakable things you had come across on social media, and shook your head.“You don’t want to know.” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you tried to suppress a blush.  

You cleared your throat, averting your eyes from him as you straightened up in your seat. “What’s the time?” you asked. He glanced down at his watch. “3am,” he laughed in disbelief. “We should probably get some sleep. I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

 You shook your head rapidly, taken aback by his utter kindness. “Oh my god no, please, I will. It’s your house,” you said, getting up from the chair you were sitting on. He did the same. You both stood awkwardly, basically staring at each other. You couldn’t help but think of the times you watched a Queen documentary on TV, with the Roger of your time’s commentary. It was hard to believe the man in front of you was the same person.  

 He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes off you, and going into his bedroom, mumbling something about getting something for you to sleep in.  

 As you awaited his return, you couldn’t help but wonder why you were so focused on how flustered you were around Roger, and not worried about the fact that you were literally stuck in the wrong year, and had no idea how to get back. The funny thing was, you had no desire to. You hadn’t felt so at home in a long time, than when you were laughing and talking with Roger. He made you feel so safe, so quickly. And that feeling would only grow stronger when you both gave up on convincing the other to sleep on the couch, and ended up sharing his bed. 

PART 2: BONUS CONTENT THAT I WROTE THE SAME DAY AS PART ONE. I’M NOT GOING TO CONTINUE IT BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF HAVING IT IN A WORD DOC N NOT POSTING IT?

When I was writing this, I couldn’t stop imagining rom-com moments. Like, the outfit section? A cute montage with a cute song. Damn I wish I could express the images in my head more clearly, in words. My writing sucks. 

“Y/N, wake up. Y/N!!” A familiar, yet foreign, voice startled you. As you came to your senses, you realised your usual soft, silky sheets were replaced with cotton ones, and an unusual smell wafted around you. You slowly opened your eyes, to be greeted by Roger leaning over you, a slightly annoyed look on his face. Fuck. It was real. He must’ve read your disappointment on your face, and he smiled sympathetically and nodded.

“Yep, you’re still here,” he mumbled. You couldn’t help but sigh; you’d hoped it was a really long, unusual dream.

“I have to go to rehearsal for a gig tonight. Do you wanna come?” Of course you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to meet the rest of the band, and literally see the magic happen, you couldn’t help but feel like you were invading. But then again, who could say they had the chance to sit in on an early Queen rehearsal, especially knowing how successful and impactful they were going to become?

“I don’t – I don’t want to intrude,” you mumbled, sitting up in the bed and clutching the duvet around you, suddenly feeling exposed in Roger’s white shirt.

“Well it’s your choice, I understand that you probably don’t want to sit around with us when you could be finding a way back home or finding your parents or something,” he said.

Although you would never admit it, you wanted nothing more than to go with him. Not only was it literally history in the making, but the absence of your birth parents in your life, leading to a childhood of foster families who couldn’t care less about you, gave you a sense of independence at a young age. You knew how to be alone, seeking solace in music. Music created by the greats like Queen made you feel less alone, as silly as it sounded. It was your escape from the struggles in your real life.

“Wait, no. I want to come. If you don’t mind. But I need something 70s appropriate to wear,” you chuckled, glancing over at your high-waisted skinny jeans and cropped knit jumper folded neatly on a chair.

“I think that can be arranged.” Roger grinned at you, and you were struck with yet another wave of disbelief. Roger Taylor was going to lend you come of his iconic clothes.

After spending a couple of hours going through Roger’s clothes, which was your absolute dream, you finally settled on a pair of pants that were a little too short, and a shirt that was slightly too tight across the chest. You tried to spice up the outfit with a few of Roger’s necklaces, much to his dismay.

“Do I look okay?” you asked when you stepped out, twirling around with your arms out.

Roger, standing with a pile of clothes in his arms that you had rejected, furrowed his brows and looked you up and down. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the sight; he was taking his job as your stylist very seriously.

“You’ll almost fit in,” he said, “although, the shirt is too tight,” he finished bluntly, gesturing to your chest. You folded your arms instinctively.

“Don’t worry, I won’t look at your boobs.” You frowned at this. Was that meant to make you feel better? Why did you feel slightly disappointed?

“Um, thanks?” you scoffed. “What should I do with my hair?” you tugged on each of your French braids. Roger walked towards you without warning, and pulled out your hair ties, running his fingers through your hair.

“Just leave it loose.” He said hoarsely, his face dangerously close to yours. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was biting his lip in concentration, his eyes squinting as he adjusted your hair. It took everything in you to not lean into his touch; his fingers were so delicate. As he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, his eyes met yours.

“Perfect,” he almost whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You knew you should pull away. You knew this would get way too complicated. Your rationality was telling you to snap out of it. But as his hands smoothly came to rest around your neck, bringing you closer, something else entirely was driving your actions.  Just as you began to lean in, he pulled away, clearing his throat loudly.

“Let me get you a coat,” he said, quickly rushing away from you. You bit your lip, cheeks flaming. You were humiliated. What were you thinking, trying to kiss him? He obviously wasn’t attracted to you; the weird, pathetic crazy time-traveller. You didn’t even belong here anyway, how could you possibly think he would want you? Your eyes began to well up, you just had to get out of there.

As you quickly began to gather your clothes and phone, furiously wiping the tears from your eyes, Roger returned with a fur coat in his arms.

“Here, this should fit – wait, what’s wrong?” he asked, realising your state.

“I’m just gonna go. I’m so sorry to have invaded your life like this, you shouldn’t have to deal with my weird ass problems. Thank you for everything. It was nice meeting you, I guess. I’ll never forget you,” you rambled, becoming increasingly embarrassed, trying to walk past him. He gently placed his hands on your upper arms, turning you to face him.

“Hey, hey, I don’t have to help you, okay? I want to. If you’ll let me.” he said, a surprisingly vulnerable look on his face.

“But, I’m burdening you too much! You can’t have me holding you back from living your normal life. You don’t want me clinging to your side like some kind of….” You paused, struggling to find the right words in your frazzled state. “Some kind of leech. I mean, I’m just annoying. For God’s sake, we have nothing in common! I’m technically young enough to be your daughter!”

Roger laughed softly. “Okay, first of all, you’re not a leech. And yes, it’s weird that you’re from the future, and I’ll probably never wrap my head around it, but so what? We shouldn’t get along, but we do.” You hoped he couldn’t notice your blush at this.

“And, lastly,” he said, a cheeky smirk on his face, “the thought of you being my daughter is gross, but me being your daddy on the other hand…”

“Oh my god, Roger! No!” you couldn’t help but laugh, as you rapidly shook your head. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not; you secretly hoped he wasn’t.

“So, do you still wanna come to rehearsal?” he asked, all joking aside.

You sighed, hoping you weren’t being a burden. “Okay, give me that then,” you grabbed the coat off him, pulling it on.

“Do I look normal?” you asked.

“No,” he smirked, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “In a good way, though. Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand. You tried to ignore the jolts of electricity you felt from this sweet gesture. You never thought simply holding hands with someone would give you so many butterflies.

[wearesungreenmylove]

pt. 1

Simon: What age? High school or college?

Simon: By me saying the WiFi is proper shite I really mean that it's got a password and I was too awkward earlier to ask for it

Luna: HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND VANISH!!

Luna: I've got no idea what to do with this and you are clearly more emotionally invested

Simon: You could have serenaded him with cherry blossoms *so romantic*

Simon: *Google searches how to sign "please go on a date with Luna"*

Simon: Just keep writing just keep writing what do you do you write write write

While I creepily read along

Luna: To answer your question, yes, your book does have the typo

Simon: My toes are cold

Simon: I'm home. Just checking in with all the gays took a while

Simon: I just searched pain on Tumblr and it was like "are you okay" and then some lifeline, right? LIKE, NOOO!!! I WAS LOOKING FOR MY FIC

Luna: I don't know why I thought this was a good idea shisheiene

Luna: Quick, what's the gayest gay bar name you can think of, gay person?

Luna: How is a gay bar better than a frat party, Simon?

{i have discovered that they asked me to watch the shannara chronicles, which is on netflix, if anyone wants to join me in that}

Simon: You do have an insanely ginormous crush on him

Luna: And at the same time I thought "the fuck why is this a ship"

Luna: *hisssss* NO STANLON. STENBROUGH FOR LIFE.

Simon: more like stenbro

Simon: I have 11 children

Luna: There are grim reapers walking around the track. Should I be concerned? XD

Now there's a horde coming towards me imma back away slowly

They're planting graves now Rest In Peace

{it's at this point that i have accidentally pressed the back button, returning me to the bottom, so i'm now taking several minutes to find where i was again}

Luna: Okay, so are we. We had struggles with a show and went out later than expected.

Simon: You should make a kylodaddy sideblog

Simon: You know in Mulan when the mom is like "would you like to stay for dinner" and then the grandma's like "would you like to stay FOREVER". yeah, i am the grandma

Luna: She just said "nobody wants to see your butthole, Grant. We can barely stand looking at your face!"

Luna: Ha! No, not only would it ruin my moody "I hate everything" reputation I've gathered in this class, I would be murdered

Luna: Have fun at your gay thing XD

Simon: Last year I could almost perfectly copy Ashley's handwriting

Simon: And Mr. Schroeder?

Simon: At least you could partially blame that one on me

Luna: HE BUMPED ME

Simon: YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE OVER EMAIL

Luna: You're way too excited honestly I feel like you're gonna expect like fucking Keiynan Lonsdale-like perfection and then just get Caleb

Simon: Is it the kylodaddy club group chat? *wiggles eyebrows*

Simon: I will cancel his plans

Simon: don't judge me

Simon: I DON'T KNOW HIM SO IM ALLOWED TO BREAK THEM UP RIGHT

Luna: YESSSSS MY CHILD YOU HAVE TAKEN MY NAME FOR YOU I AM IN TEARS OF JOY

Simon: Ohkay, so we've got some nice middle age lesbians. Finally some representation

Simon: Could be a link to CACTUS PORN

Or that BIG LONG JUICY TOE

Simon: Also, *BONER NOISE*

Luna: h e c k y e a h

Luna: I'M PUTTING TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS BUT WHATEVER

Luna: Like I feel like maybe he would swish them around a lot absentmindedly

Simon: Yes, by like 3 inches

Luna: She's pretty tough for a crazy half-psychic

Luna: EW why no you've ruined him for me

Luna: Is this how you flirt

Simon: ...you literally sent it three minutes ago

Simon: WINKY FACE MEANS FLIRTING TRUST ME

Simon: HELLO I'M HERE, I'M QUEER, AND WOULD YOU PLEASE LIKE TO GO OUT WITH ME

Luna: I feel like you're over-invested in my love life

Simon: I thought you already knew that I give bad romance advice

Simon: Just because I'm in a relationship doesn't mean I know how I did it

Luna: aCK WHY NO THAT'S SO FORWARD

Simon: I just Google searched how to casually ask a guy out, so I hope you're happy

Luna: I kinda want to channel my inner Eddie Kaspbrak but I'm nervous

Luna: YPU AND MY BROTHER HAVE THE SAME GAY MIND

Simon: I will come caress your legs

Luna: Y'know what, you're the only person I'd let take a bunch of pictures of me, so

Luna: Although we should 110% have a photo shoot in downtown [insert the place we live] sometime with you and me

Simon: Fuck, I just realized I have a math quiz today

Simon: Spoil me up Luna

Luna: How much fanfiction DO you read, Si? It's all you're ever doing

Simon: Probably more than is healthy, but I have no regrets!!!

until I'm failing all my classes

oops

Simon: Hey, this time it really is a link to porn

Simon: Just text him saying that masturbation is not the answer

Luna: SIMON I'm gonna be kidnapped help

Luna: Caleb says happy birthday back

Luna: AND HE DROPPED THE FUCK WORD

Simon: Mac and Cheesie

We will not rest easy

Simon: Don't you have a lesbian aunt?

Luna: So there's ice cream truck music but it keeps fading in and out and I can't tell what direction it's coming from and all I can think is Pennywise??

Simon: 'drive yourself you crusty dick sock'

Simon: considering that we did the would you date me thing neither do i

Luna: Jesus, someone's getting frisky

Simon: FUCKIN YEEHAW

Luna: *praying in Italian*

Simon: we can both get boners together *winks*

Luna: Jesus your boner made me jump

Simon: Luna is in fact just a torso head and arms

Simon: oh hey it worked

i was just spelling diamond wrong

Luna: *sigh*

Luna: Me: *almost falls asleep on couch*

Also Me ; *lays down in bed* tHiS iS nO tImE fOr SlEePiNg!

[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 6 Dancitron Movie Night - Spider-Man: Homecoming

Guess what Prowl wasn’t here! He missed the whole movie. He missed it because Bonecrusher had a nervous breakdown and he and the Constructicons spent the whole evening dealing with it. Their room is rather a little bit trashed now.

Prowl showed up after the movie was over to ask Soundwave to leave Bonecrusher alone. In the process, he somehow managed to grievously offend Tarantulas.

Today Specs 7:39 pm ((is my username fixed so it doesn't contain swears now)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm ((i think so)) Specs 7:39 pm ((oh good. I didn't know it was doing that until I saw puff's logs and got to drink a deep cask of SHAME)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:40 pm *Soundwave's stretched across his couch with Ravage on his lap and the twins perched on its back. Laserbeak's playing along with the music on the screen, shuddering and partially transforming back and forth to help make sounds. They all seem quite comfy today.* ((LOL it's okay)) Specs 7:41 pm ((I should have been better behaved about rabbit holding ur stream hostage and I'm sorry >_>; )) Swoop 7:42 pm *literally rolls into the room, as you do* Definitely Not Shockwave 7:42 pm *Longarm strides into the room, observing the other occupants in a manner that appears awkwardly reserved.* Toothless 7:43 pm *flits in still as a teensy black dragon* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm *Soundwave twists a feeler around to look at the mechs coming in. Swoop, Bevel, the toothless scraplet... oh, there's a new face. Very well. He'll sit up properly.* *Reputation, and all.* Swoop 7:44 pm *scampers over to watch Bird "dance"with the music* :V ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm {{You join.}} Specs 7:44 pm *and here comes a teensy, FURRED dragon! she's brought a basket of energon truffles this time! her paws are still bandaged up, though, and without the hideous dragon costume it's clear that her face fur is shorter than it should be, although there's long fur around the eyes. she was wearing goggles, at least.* Definitely Not Shockwave 7:45 pm *He takes note of the glance, and finds a seat fitting for someone of his size class.* Swoop 7:45 pm ((times I wish I had a gif of swoop dancing on Junkion)) Definitely Not Shockwave 7:45 pm *The guests sure are....Interesting.* Toothless 7:45 pm *gives other smol dragon a goofy, teefsless grin* Magnum Ace 7:46 pm -doesn't even pause this time. He's getting better at this- Swoop 7:46 pm Keehee! Kay! *has all the enthusiasm and physical strength for dancing but no experience, so he def looks his age* Specs 7:46 pm *the dragon gapes a grin back, and bobs her head at the other smol dragon* Hello, cousin! Bull 7:46 pm *Bull Armor is still wary following Magnum in; but remembers what the other Leaguer told him* Swoop 7:47 pm ((omg I found it http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/7/70/Junkiondance.gif/revision/latest?cb=20071214143716 )) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm [[Greetings. Refuel at your leisure.]] Soundwave gestures to the usual arrangement of energon and what the dragon has brought this week. Then, looking at the short mech again - as if he doesn't already know. [[What is your designation?]] Swoop 7:47 pm ((ngl it looks HILARIOUS watching all those g1 losers dance to this music)) Specs 7:47 pm ((get jiggy wit it soop)) (swoop. I meant swoop.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm //Hey, Ace. 'N, uh. Frag. What's your name, horns?// Definitely Not Shockwave 7:48 pm ((Who was that greeting directed towards?)) Swoop 7:48 pm ((soop. swup. scoop.)) Definitely Not Shockwave 7:48 pm ((Soup.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm ((15 minute warning))

((soundwave's was directed to longarm)) ((rumble was addressing bull armor)) Bull 7:49 pm It's Bull Armor. *Bull was less nervous this time* Magnum Ace 7:49 pm -that's good. Still feels bad about dragging him along again, though- ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm //Gotcha. You got a short version, or y'wanna be full Bull Armor?// Bevel 7:50 pm *is at her usual table just existing while the mun nurses a migraine* Definitely Not Shockwave 7:50 pm *He nods, holding his hands together in a polite manner.* I am called Longarm. I presume you are Soundwave? Bull 7:50 pm Well, some just call me Bull for short. I don't mind, either way. Specs 7:52 pm ((swoop check ur inbox)) Swoop 7:53 pm ((?)) Specs 7:53 pm ((check)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Just as in the tapes. Well, if that's the desired cover, he's not going to break it. Longarm it is.*

[[Correct. Have you heard our rules?]] //Ace 'n Bull. Heh, you guys got somebody with a C?// Swoop 7:53 pm Me Swoop am COMEDIAN Me Swoop am COMEDIAN - Specs 7:54 pm ((you're welcome)) Swoop 7:54 pm ((i'd eat it)) Tarantulas 7:54 pm (( gosh, that soup definitely looks too hot for me Swoop 7:54 pm ((LOL)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *Laserbeak drifts toward the dragon, hoping to score a few of the snacks before too many people get to them. She wiggles a feeler in greeting. This organic is an honored provider. They get hellos.* Swoop 7:54 pm *doesn't know how to do slower music and settles for bouncing on his toes after Laserbeak* Toothless 7:54 pm *chittersnorts at Swoopsoup* Tarantulas 7:55 pm (( also: i really want to imagine swoop doing expressive interpretive dance to this, super dramatic like, but too ooc, alas Specs 7:55 pm *the dragon bobs her head at laserbeak, too. and swoop. hi swoop* Hope you enjoy! 😄 Swoop 7:55 pm ((when he's older, he would do that XD)) ((he hasn't figured out the joy of doing things IRONICALLY yet)) Definitely Not Shockwave 7:56 pm Ah, I skimmed them. No killing, no dark energon, yes? I assure you, I'm one of the least trouble-prone Autobots in my platoon-- I'll be no trouble. Bull 7:56 pm There is Carl. *Though Bull knew Silkie would not like any one of his crew in such a strange place alone* Swoop 7:56 pm ((bird, teach him about melodrama)) Magnum Ace 7:56 pm -a small snort of laughter from over here- No, unfortunately none of our other teammates have a name that begins with 'C' Well... -And Bull's answered for him- Swoop 7:57 pm ((alternately, swoop would totally copy Tara if he had someone to dance with..... after he finished trying to grab tara's everything)) Toothless 7:58 pm *scrap-dragon tries to wriggle in time to music* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm [[Good. He has enough of it.]] *Especially with Swoop around.*

//Maybe next time this Carl fragger oughta come. Get a whole alphabet goin'. Heh.// Tarantulas 7:58 pm *tarantulas arrives just in time, but PURPOSEFULLY avoids swoop to the extent of even going the long way around the room to soundwave's couch* Swoop 7:58 pm *IS A PRECIOUS CHILD, SOUNDWAVE* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm ((bird is best tutor. FIVE MINUTE WARNING get the snacks and drinks you need)) Bull 7:59 pm Umm... I highly doubt Silkie would be too happy with us bringing him or any of the others here. Magnum Ace 7:59 pm -And there's the reason Magnum said 'no'- Specs 7:59 pm *the dragon glides over to the scrap-dragon, hesitantly trying to imitate the wiggles* Definitely Not Shockwave 7:59 pm ((Canned cheese and crackers: secured.)) Twincast 7:59 pm ((//slides in Toothless 7:59 pm ((will have tea momentarily)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm ((YOOOOO)) *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas and moves over slightly. There's room, do sit.* Twincast 8:00 pm ((I was just lamenting not having anything to do lmao. so this is good ovo Bull 8:00 pm ((I'm kindof tempted to grabs some chips)) Swoop 8:00 pm *the ratio of dancing to just hopping is starting to tilt pretty heavily towards hopping, the giggles are still rock solid though* Magnum Ace 8:00 pm ((BAAAAY! Twincast 8:00 pm ((HI? Magnum Ace 8:00 pm ((it's Boom Twincast 8:00 pm ((ah, thought so ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Laserbeak has taken to clapping her feelers against the floor in time with Swoop's hops.* Magnum Ace 8:00 pm ((hehe, hi! Swoop 8:00 pm *ENDLESSLY ENCOURAGED* Twincast 8:00 pm *casually strides in like he hasn't been gone forever & finds an unoccupied place to sit* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:01 pm *The mouth of his faceplate turns upward in a horrendously stiff smile. He turns away in order to secure some energon treats before the show begins.* Magnum Ace 8:01 pm And I don't think Carl would fare quite as well as me or Bull if he wandered in here ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Silent amusement at that smile. Oh, that one's going to be entertaining if they stick around.*

\\WHATCHA MEAN?\\ //He freak out easy or someth-- ah, Pit. Tell me Rewind ain't here.// Tarantulas 8:03 pm *tarantulas will take that seat next to sw, thanks. he's oddly silent - a mix of Too Many People and Heck Yes Spider-Man* Twincast 8:03 pm Well, uh, he IS, but he's recharging--less you wanna wake him. *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm *Both twins loudly hiss NO* Twincast 8:04 pm *has several docked right now, nbd* Magnum Ace 8:04 pm He'll probabl-huh? Definitely Not Shockwave 8:04 pm (( Question @Magnum ace and bull-- are you humans or really small robots?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm \\IT'S COOL. WE'RE COOL.\\ //Let 'im sleep. Like, a long time.// Magnum Ace 8:05 pm -Who and what just happened?- ((human-ish sized robots Twincast 8:05 pm *continues snickering* Alright, hear ya loud n' clear. He'll stay on the train to sleepy time junction Swoop 8:05 pm *will be a "good" boy so long as he's dancing but, be warned, whoever he ends up next to when the music ends is gonna have a hyped up pterobaby to deal with, take your seats carefully all* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:05 pm (( Gotcha.)) Magnum Ace 8:05 pm ((they're called leaguers because they play sports ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm ((OKAY, WARNINGS: ...I actually forgot to write them down when prescreening this movie cause I got carried away watching. There's violence and blood and some Language, and uhhh. S...piders? I don't remember, y'all.)) Bull 8:06 pm *Bull looks confused, having no clue what was going on* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm ((Probably some flashing lights at one point.)) Definitely Not Shockwave 8:06 pm (( Spiders? In spider man?????)) (( No way.)) Specs 8:06 pm *the dragon stretches, and gives up on wiggling to go find a seat* You're a better dancer than I am, cousin. Twincast 8:06 pm ((inconcievable! Specs 8:06 pm ((oh no, the humanity! spiders in spiderman)) Magnum Ace 8:07 pm -who's the new mech, and why were Frenzy and Rumble hissing at him?- Twincast 8:07 pm ((but I shall return shortly with snackage ovo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((all right, we'll start it soon as you're back or after three min, whichever's first)) Toothless 8:07 pm *purrs at fuzzydragon and looks for a perch itself* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:07 pm *Hm. He doesn't know what to think about this music, or the humans on screen. Is one of them....nothing but protoform?* *Befuddling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Frenzy shakes his helm and speaks to the two Leaguers in a stage whisper that doesn't get lower than a hoarse shout.*

\\DON'T WORRY 'BOUT NOTHIN'. BRO DON'T LIKE THAT MECH'S PALS IS ALL.\\ Bull 8:09 pm Oh... Magnum Ace 8:09 pm Ah...I guess that's a reason... Twincast 8:09 pm ((BACK ((with doritos Magnum Ace 8:10 pm ((wb Specs 8:10 pm ((doritos. delicious)) Toothless 8:10 pm *happy meeps* Twincast 8:10 pm Aw, but you like one'a them ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm \\YUP.\\ *Grins.* Twincast 8:11 pm Also recharging, by the by. Tried to wake'm but he was out cold Swoop 8:11 pm *is ABSOLUTELY incapable of going from dancing around everywhere to sitting quietly and THROWS himself backwards over a nearby couch to claim his spot with ZERO checking to see who is there* ((who wants to be a pancake lol)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm \\'S COOL. I'LL GET 'IM LATER, HEH.\\ Specs 8:12 pm *if you listen closely, you can hear an undignified squawk from a dragon that just got clotheslined by a wing and launched to the floor* ((specsdragon is pancake)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[What was that?]] *Zoop. Feeler up to inspect scene.* Swoop 8:12 pm *squeals and thrashes around when he lands on someone* KEHHEHEHHHEHHH ((dude fuck that guy)) Specs 8:13 pm *the dragon is not laughing. the dragon is now a fur rug.* Oh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm //Haha!// Definitely Not Shockwave 8:13 pm *He curiously observes Soundwave's feeler-- the "gem" on his forehead flashing for a brief second.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *While the first one moves to scoop Swoop off the dragon, the second slithers out to peek at that 'gem'. The claws turn from side to side before it settles into a coil.* Twincast 8:14 pm *oh, this don't ever end well--what with humans keepin' alien tech* Swoop 8:14 pm *SQUEALS happily when he's suddenly in the air* Magnum Ace 8:14 pm -doesn't like where this is going- Specs 8:14 pm *the fur rug piteously slides off the couch and onto the floor* ...Hi... Swoop... Swoop 8:15 pm *points at the screen* LOOOK LOOK Bird *cackles and kicks his feet in the air* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm {{Him got Bird alternate wing. Bird likes.}} Toothless 8:15 pm ((screms at the music)) Tarantulas 8:15 pm *tarantulas is quietly screm at music too, totally IC* Magnum Ace 8:15 pm -Right, time for him and Bull to get off the floor before unfortunate things happen to them- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm *The twins offer hands up. It's safe up with them.* Swoop 8:16 pm *holds soundwave's feeler becasue he wants to stay in the air* Him got wings. Big big! Bird wings. Like! Like! *flicks his wings open* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm *Soundwave lifts Swoop higher. No wings in the way, Dinobot.* Specs 8:16 pm *the dragon accepts that offer! have a fluffy friend, twins. she's not leaving your arms for a while* Twincast 8:17 pm *heh, he missed all this fun* Swoop 8:17 pm *THERE IS NO DOWNSIDE to this* KEHHEHAHAHAH Bull 8:17 pm *while still not liking heights Bull accepts so he doesn't need to worry about being stepped on* Thanks Magnum Ace 8:17 pm -will take that offer up- Thanks Definitely Not Shockwave 8:17 pm *The spectacle with swoop is rather distracting. That is, until he feels as if he's being watched. He turns his helm in the direction of the other feeler.* Specs 8:17 pm ((get off vine, pete)) Swoop 8:19 pm *kicks his feet in the air purely for entertainment purposes* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *It clicks the claws at Longarm. Soundwave is, for the record, still looking at the screen.*

//Yeah, no prob.// Toothless 8:20 pm (( oh for pity's sake hug him, Tony )) Swoop 8:20 pm Bird bird bird ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm {{What?}} Toothless 8:21 pm *wiggling to music again* Swoop 8:21 pm Hi : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm {{Hello. Neheh.}} Swoop 8:22 pm Me Swoop UP Specs 8:22 pm *the dragon would grin at the scrapdragon, but she's too busy being a furry decoration on someone's arm* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:22 pm *Longarm's faceplate blinks rapidly, glancing between Sounwave and the end of the feeler. Well, if he's going to be like that....He extends one of his arms along the floor, careful not to bump into anyone, and waves his fingers toward the snapping claw.* Swoop 8:22 pm *pulls his legs up under him so he is more up* Tarantulas 8:22 pm *tarantulas is totally bouncing just a tiiiiiny bit in his seat. there's been like two seconds of spider content and he's already jazzed* Magnum Ace 8:23 pm ((made an attempt to hack up own lungs there Twincast 8:23 pm (( pats? 8c Magnum Ace 8:23 pm ((my bad Swoop 8:23 pm *doesn't have the self-awareness or attention span to see peter being him @bird* *instead he's trying to see if he can lean backwards enough to flip upside down* Twincast 8:26 pm 'sat really the best place, pete? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Fascinating. He's always wanted to see one of the arms doing that up close. Longarm should probably take the limb back, though. If he leaves it there much longer, Soundwave's going to start inspecting the surface to find out how the outer construction differs from his.*

((*puts your lungs where they go*)) *He's also going to set Swoop down at last. He's not a jungle gym.*

@Tarantulas: (txt): This, your ability? Swoop 8:27 pm KEHEHHHh Him go *makes PCHOO noises and throws his arms up over his head* Magnum Ace 8:27 pm ((thaaaanks Twincast 8:28 pm (side note: I hate this song. gym teacher in grade school played it every day. for years. w h y) Swoop 8:28 pm KAHAHAH SPLAT Tarantulas 8:28 pm *poking his claws together at the tech, glances at sw*

@SW: ::Which - which ability?:: ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm @T: (txt): Swinging. ... Also, that. Bull 8:29 pm He's... over ambitious. *has seen that end badly in some cases* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm //Jus' a li'l bit.// Specs 8:30 pm *softly* Best not to take on a sea serpent when you're small. Definitely Not Shockwave 8:30 pm *Though he's just as curious as Soundwave is, if not moreso, he retracts his arm for now. They aren't quite at that level yet. Perhaps another time, though.* Swoop 8:30 pm ZAP!! *kicks& Definitely Not Shockwave 8:30 pm *He's interested in the technology of this movie, anyways.* Swoop 8:30 pm ** Magnum Ace 8:31 pm That ended badly Bull 8:31 pm Yeah ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *A wise move. He wouldn't allow it in return, himself, yet.* *Next thing you know everyone's going to have feelers.* Tarantulas 8:32 pm @SW: ::I CAN, yes, swinging and standing sideways. Among other things:: *definitely sounds distracted* Twincast 8:32 pm *has feelers* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *SEE.* Magnum Ace 8:32 pm He's trying to do too much Twincast 8:32 pm *will keep them to himself, though* Magnum Ace 8:32 pm -has been the one to DO that- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm @T: (txt): ...Request: Demonstrate, later. *Rumble facepalms. That's not how you keep a secret.* Swoop 8:33 pm *picks at the biolight on Soundwave's feeler* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *Let go of that. He set you down. He wants that back.* Swoop 8:34 pm :V ???? Tarantulas 8:34 pm @SW: ::Tsk, you've got quite a few demonstrations you're expecting of me.:: Swoop 8:35 pm *scampers to grab goodies, going straight over the nearest couch and anyone else in the path* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm @T: (txt): Returns offered. *Look at that. Aren't you glad you're off the floor now, Ace and Bull?* Magnum Ace 8:35 pm -VERY- Twincast 8:35 pm *oof* Bull 8:35 pm *oh yes* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:36 pm ((Hey, Tara, have you checked your discord?)) Twincast 8:36 pm *Swoop hasn't changed a bit, he sees* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *If Twincast is the one who got run over, Rumble's gonna snicker.* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *DIES* Twincast 8:36 pm *Lil bit* *he's cool* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *DIES A THOUSAND DEATHS* Swoop 8:36 pm *stuffs an actual fistful of treats in his mouth before scooping up multiple bowls and dashing towards Bird* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Soundwave bobs gently at the eggs line and pings Tarantulas.* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:36 pm (("Do you lay eggs?")) Tarantulas 8:36 pm *he actually physically cringed* Specs 8:37 pm *lifts her head to vaguely look in Tarantula's direction, but says nothing at seeing the cringe* Tarantulas 8:37 pm *double ping at sw for "shut up"* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm *Bird already has her feelers out for the snacks. 😄 *

*Soundwave accepts the admonition and carries on watching.* //Aw, Primus. He got less tact than you, Frenzy.//

\\GET DENTED.\\ Swoop 8:38 pm *gives her a whole bowl* Swoop 8:38 pm *hops in place* Bull 8:38 pm *face palms* ... Swoop 8:38 pm *still working on chewin his way through his current mouthful* Magnum Ace 8:39 pm -trying to muffle most of his laughter. It doesn't work well- Bull 8:40 pm *can't help but wonder if Ruri has to deal with awkward teenage human stuff* Specs 8:40 pm *the dragon actually cackles at this. oh, Goddess.* Swoop 8:41 pm *has literally made that exact face at Laserbeak tonight* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:41 pm *As someone who also has more than one identity, he finds this "Peter Parker"'s actions to be....of a highly amateur nature.* Magnum Ace 8:41 pm -Teenage stuff and publicity- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm \\OOH. LOOKS LIKE ENERGON.\\ Specs 8:42 pm It does! Swoop 8:42 pm kehehhehh Definitely Not Shockwave 8:42 pm *Ah. So the human isn't a *complete* moron.* Magnum Ace 8:42 pm Energon? Swoop 8:42 pm him run ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm ((they FINALLY had him be somewhere without stuff to swing on i love it so much)) Swoop 8:43 pm ((i lost it the first time i saw that)) Specs 8:43 pm Energon. Blue, glowing, and explosive. *the dragon waves one bandaged forepaw for emphasis* Wear protection when cooking with it. Magnum Ace 8:43 pm You mean the stuff in the crystals that one time? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm //DAMN I like that fleshie's style.// Specs 8:43 pm Yes, yes I do. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm //The punchin' one.// Bull 8:44 pm That does not sound safe to be around,, let alone 'cook'. Swoop 8:44 pm *actually jumps he's laughing so hard at spiderman getting thrown around* Tarantulas 8:44 pm *a tiny giggle. the kiddo's so precious* Swoop 8:44 pm *has no idea what he's watching but loves slapstick always* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm \\IT AIN'T, BUT 'S WHAT WE EAT.\\ *Shrug* Magnum Ace 8:44 pm ...how explosive? Definitely Not Shockwave 8:45 pm *This movie has much more slapstick than anticipated.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm \\...JUS' DON'T SET NO FIRES IN HERE. OR SHOOT NOTHIN'.\\ Specs 8:45 pm *the dragon winces* VERY explosive. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm \\ALL I'M SAYIN'.\\ Magnum Ace 8:46 pm ....... Swoop 8:46 pm *actually SCREAMS he's laughing so hard* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm {{Haha! You Swoop do!}} Magnum Ace 8:46 pm -should he be worried?- Swoop 8:46 pm him CATCH Bull 8:46 pm .... *is so happy GZ isn't there* Twincast 8:46 pm Nice catch. not'a great landin' though Swoop 8:47 pm *flails like Katya he's so entertained by an onscreen Swoop* Magnum Ace 8:47 pm -GZ would have shot first, and then maybe questioned later- Swoop 8:47 pm BIrd bird bird It swoop Him swoop ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *...That heater looks handy.* Swoop 8:47 pm Catch and DROP Tarantulas 8:48 pm *sideeye* ...If you ever do that to me, Swoop, I will END you. Definitely Not Shockwave 8:48 pm *He's highly amused by this exchange.* Swoop 8:48 pm Me Swoop CAN do! *hops in place* Yah! Yah! CATCH! Specs 8:49 pm *the dragon removes one paw from over her eyes* Are they done with drowning people yet? Swoop 8:49 pm *scampers over to Tara, spilling goodies in the process* Look look Tarantulas 8:51 pm Look at /what/. *super wary* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:51 pm *He sits up a little straighter at "the Shocker".* Magnum Ace 8:51 pm -this movie is just a string of bad ideas- Definitely Not Shockwave 8:51 pm *Looks away from the screen and forcibly relaxes his posture.* Swoop 8:52 pm *hops onto the arm of the couch, setting the candy bowl on his knees* Look him got wings like Me Swoop! Him good, kehhehh, at CATCH! 😮 Magnum Ace 8:52 pm !!!! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm //Holy frag.// Swoop 8:52 pm HIm burn DEAD guy too!! Bull 8:52 pm ....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Twincast 8:52 pm Uh Specs 8:52 pm Goddess preserve us. Swoop 8:52 pm Like Dinobot : > Toothless 8:52 pm *whines* Twincast 8:52 pm Good job, mech. Killed one'a your subordinates. Always works well *ask Silas* Magnum Ace 8:53 pm -alarmed straightened posture at that- Bull 8:53 pm *Bull Armor's horns clicked up before he forces them back down* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:55 pm *He's....confused by the sudden attention of the two minibot sized mechs, but he simply notes it and focuses back on the film.* Magnum Ace 8:56 pm ((the film just startled Ace and Bull Swoop 8:56 pm *hops up just high enough to kick his legs out in front of him so he's sitting on the couch arm with his legs kicked out in front of him* *stuffs goodies in his face* Twincast 8:56 pm *likes the teacher* Swoop 8:57 pm There a bird in HERE kehhehehhhh Tarantulas 8:58 pm *nudges swoop out of his personal space. watch those legs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm {{Noooo. There THE Bird here.}} *Preen preen.* Swoop 8:58 pm *nudges back* THE Bird Tarantulas 8:59 pm *heavy squint and a slight puuuuush sideways with a spider leg* Magnum Ace 8:59 pm -Peter. They have several teammates who tried stupid stunts without being prepared. It didn't end well- Swoop 8:59 pm *snickers and holds onto the spider leg with his birby foot* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:00 pm (( Aren't all of Tara's legs spider legs? I imagined him sticking out his leggy real far.)) Twincast 9:01 pm (( >just realised that "Tara" = "Tarantulas" and not a character in the film ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((LOL)) Definitely Not Shockwave 9:01 pm (( He's in the film....In spirit.)) Tarantulas 9:01 pm *tara's definitely using the spider leg to pluck swoop up and drop him mostly gently on the ground* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Bob-laughing again.* Swoop 9:01 pm *cackles* Tarantulas 9:01 pm (( tara WISHES he were in the film Twincast 9:02 pm (( make your own spider film, tarantulas Swoop 9:02 pm Again! Definitely Not Shockwave 9:02 pm ((He just needs an entire movie based on himself.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm \\PROBABLY SHOULDA LEFT IT ON.\\ Tarantulas 9:02 pm (( ...he's got small ones but that's a different story Magnum Ace 9:02 pm -facepalms- Bull 9:02 pm *did not like the 'insta kill' option and can't help a twitch* Magnum Ace 9:03 pm -yeah, he's ignoring THAT one- Swoop 9:03 pm *reaches for a tara's leg again* You Spiderbot pick up Me Swoop again! !! Tarantulas 9:03 pm *he's not even saying anything, just picking swoop up and holding him there* Swoop 9:03 pm *yaaaayyy!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave perks slightly. He wants... whatever that is.* Twincast 9:04 pm Havin' fun over there? Swoop 9:04 pm *is off the ground through NO effort of his own and is watching a kickass flier, this is THE BEST movie night* Tarantulas 9:04 pm *so long as swoop leaves him ALONE he'll hold him there* Swoop 9:05 pm KONK! Kehheheh. Him hit head. Specs 9:05 pm *the dragon winces at that. that's gotta hurt* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm //Pff.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Soundwave can 100% see Tarantulas doing these things. All of them.* *And Liz is Prowl.* Tarantulas 9:06 pm *if that was directed at tara, twincast, he's totally absorbed in the film, sry* (( omfg soundwave. truth Twincast 9:07 pm *It's all good* Twincast 9:07 pm *mostly a rhetorical question anyway* Swoop 9:07 pm *eats some treats* *chucks one over to Bird* .... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *GOBBLE GOBBLE* Swoop 9:08 pm *sets one on tara's head* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:08 pm *Hooo boy. * ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[...Ah. He sees where this is going.]] Tarantulas 9:08 pm *picks the treat up with a spider limb and eats it as subtly as someone with a monster mouth can* Swoop 9:08 pm *can't see anything at this angle anyhoo* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Tries NOT to watch that.* Swoop 9:09 pm *also, SHARING* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:09 pm *He glances just in time to see Tara eating. That's......Hm.* Swoop 9:09 pm *is a good dino, an okay dino, a passible dino* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:10 pm (( "hm" is code for "very attractive")) Tarantulas 9:10 pm *you're not getting a pat on the head for that, swoop* Bull 9:10 pm That's not good. Swoop 9:10 pm *as long as tara keeps him in the air, he's good* Him climb Flier better ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm {{Bird get there fast fast.}} Swoop 9:11 pm Bird get EVERYWHERE fast fast Tarantulas 9:11 pm *AHH* Magnum Ace 9:11 pm No, it's not Definitely Not Shockwave 9:11 pm (( Oh that's so cute.)) (( I"m dying.)_) Magnum Ace 9:12 pm -Is Bull okay with the angle of the movie?- Swoop 9:12 pm Oh him have deployer mini FLY spider Specs 9:12 pm This is why you want wings, spider human. Swoop 9:12 pm *waggles his wings like the borbs int he movie* Bull 9:13 pm *Bull has been adverting his optics away from the heights* Tarantulas 9:13 pm He - I THINK he ought to have webbing that functions as such - Swoop 9:13 pm Helicopter fight spiderman Magnum Ace 9:13 pm -placing a steady hand on Bull's shoulder- Tarantulas 9:13 pm See!!! *tara's so excited right now* Twincast 9:14 pm ((OW Swoop 9:14 pm OH good jump! Swoop 9:14 pm Kehehhehh bad DOORS Tarantulas 9:15 pm *suddenly remembers when he did this to prowl. almost let him drop. shit. oops* Specs 9:15 pm ((karen PLEASE)) Bull 9:15 pm *is having none of the heights* Swoop 9:15 pm KEHEHHHhe FALL ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Finding Tarantulas' excitement most entertaining. It seems this was a good choice of film.* Magnum Ace 9:15 pm There. I think it's over now, Bull. Bull 9:16 pm *looks back to the screen* Swoop 9:16 pm What high altitude seal do? Tarantulas 9:16 pm He could go higher, of /course/ Swoop 9:16 pm *simultaneously imagines a military mission and a flying seal, that's not less likely than his family* ((NOT AGAIN)) Specs 9:17 pm ((NOT AGAIN)) Twincast 9:17 pm ((damn Definitely Not Shockwave 9:17 pm (( How can *you* show your spider spirit?)) Tarantulas 9:17 pm (( Become A Spide Definitely Not Shockwave 9:18 pm (( Ah. I see. So the answer is Science.)) Swoop 9:18 pm *holds a treat down for tara* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:18 pm (( Anybody here ready to become a cyborg? Do I have any takers?)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((i ove her)) Twincast 9:18 pm ((same tbh Tarantulas 9:18 pm *takes and eats treat. noms* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((the little cap announcements kill me)) Swoop 9:19 pm *grabs a few treats and lobs them at Bird at once, it'll work itself out* Magnum Ace 9:19 pm ((at least no one is offering the leaguers snacks again ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Not one word.]] Swoop 9:20 pm *chews over the words* Enhanced Interrogation Protocol Twincast 9:20 pm *Soundy, its you* *this is now his mindvoice for you( * ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *HOW DARE* Tarantulas 9:21 pm (( thank u for the new headcanon Twincast 9:21 pm (( YW Specs 9:22 pm ((peter PLEASE)) Swoop 9:22 pm Him stick to car Definitely Not Shockwave 9:22 pm ((How much longer is this film?)) Swoop 9:22 pm *observant* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm ((bout an hour)) Definitely Not Shockwave 9:23 pm (( Wow. This movie is much longer than anticipated.)) Twincast 9:23 pm (( ^^^ Magnum Ace 9:23 pm ((yeah Swoop 9:23 pm ((this movie is so good. It's jam packed without feeling like they are just throwing shit at you)) Magnum Ace 9:23 pm ((it's fun Swoop 9:23 pm Instant Kill :V Definitely Not Shockwave 9:23 pm (( I'm in college, so. I'll bop out for now, it was a pleasure getting to do one of these again, though.)) Swoop 9:23 pm ((bye!)) Magnum Ace 9:23 pm ((g'night! Twincast 9:23 pm (( byee! Tarantulas 9:23 pm (( niiiight! Bull 9:23 pm ((Bye ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm ((all right! get some sleep, come back any time 😄 you know you're welcome!)) Swoop 9:24 pm Spi-dur guyyyyy Specs 9:24 pm ((night!)) Swoop 9:25 pm KAHAHAHAH !!! AWESOME *DOUBLE FIST PUMP* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *She has GOT to get upgraded like her Tyran self.* Swoop 9:26 pm *would lose his MIND if Bird had wings like that <3 * Magnum Ace 9:26 pm -might have tapped Bull on the shoulder as a warning- Tarantulas 9:26 pm *is disliking birds more and more as the movie progresses* Specs 9:26 pm Oh dear. Magnum Ace 9:26 pm -Time to start looking at anywhere but the screen buddy- Swoop 9:26 pm boat DEAD Bull 9:27 pm *groans as he avoids watching the screen* Swoop 9:27 pm pzzchoo! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm \\THEY BETTER GET LIKE THEM CLOWN KIDS 'N START FLOATIN'.\\ Tarantulas 9:28 pm *smol whimper* I'm so glad he's getting better at this Specs 9:28 pm I hope they remember to watch their tails. It would hurt to lose pieces to those lasers. Tarantulas 9:28 pm ...Scratch that Swoop 9:28 pm Boat DEEEADDDD ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.*

@T: (txt): You are concerned for the humans? Swoop 9:28 pm Oh. HIm arms rip out, kehehheh. Specs 9:28 pm Human dead too. Human is going to be bisected. Or not! Tarantulas 9:29 pm @SW: ::Hyeh, an odd question to ask.:: Magnum Ace 9:29 pm -Taps again. Safe now- Tarantulas 9:29 pm @SW: ::I - sure. Not in general though.:: ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm @T: (txt): Whimper heard. What reason, if not human safety? Bull 9:30 pm Why does this movie have so much to do with heights? *he groans and mutters to himself* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm //Most the superheroin' movies do.// Bull 9:30 pm *groans* Swoop 9:30 pm *little kicky feet* them AIR fight now??? Tarantulas 9:31 pm Don't kick your feet or I'll drop you. *hiss* Swoop 9:31 pm No drop Magnum Ace 9:31 pm -pats- I guess that's half the fun of these movies? Swoop 9:32 pm ((his clothes just EAT him in every shot)) Bull 9:32 pm I prefer staying on the ground. *is no where near flight capable and doesn't want to be* Tarantulas 9:32 pm @SW: ::I... what did you say?:: *forgot* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm @T: Repeat: Whimper heard. What reason, if not human safety? {{It air not for all mech. Only good fly, brave. Like Bird.}} Swoop 9:33 pm Brave Bird : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm {{You stay grounding. That safe.}} Swoop 9:34 pm *is actively in the air right now, as long as you ignore the giant spider* Magnum Ace 9:34 pm -has gotten airborn several times, so he's fine with heights- Tarantulas 9:34 pm @SW: ::Oh, well - particular instances of sentience are important. If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit invested. Hyeh.:: Twincast 9:35 pm *flier present~ jet, but not seeker* Swoop 9:35 pm ((omg that surprised face)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *That's still very weird to him. All the Blasters (because this is the only Twincast he knows) were cars and music machines of different kinds.*

@T: (txt): ...Concern target: spider human? Success desired? //Aw, they're bein' mushy.//

\\GROSS.\\ Tarantulas 9:36 pm *tiny happy noises* Swoop 9:37 pm Them dancing Specs 9:37 pm *the dragon snickers* Is this normal human parenting? Toothless 9:37 pm *chittersnorts* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[He would not know. He is neither a human nor a parent.]] \\NO FRAGGIN' WAY!\\ Specs 9:37 pm ((DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN)) Twincast 9:37 pm *happy to be weird, slendy* Bull 9:38 pm I wonder if Edmond would know... *probably would know more than Richard would... considering* Tarantulas 9:38 pm *swears in old cybertronian* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm {{Oooooo, naughty mouth.}} *Cacklechatter* Magnum Ace 9:38 pm -Richard is...uh...not a stellar example- Swoop 9:38 pm *laughs because bird is laughing but cocks his head in confusion* Tarantulas 9:38 pm *hiss, at least he used a different language* Swoop 9:38 pm *something is funny* *but he dont know what* Specs 9:39 pm *the dragon cranes her neck to consider Bull* Oh, you know humans? Bull 9:39 pm Yeah, one is our coach. he would probably know a bit about human parenting. Specs 9:40 pm *the dragon chirps a little, interested* Is it true that humans don't have creches? Magnum Ace 9:41 pm Depends Swoop 9:41 pm *shoves the last handful of treats in his mouth and, while he chews, flips the bowl up so he can look at it, face to bowl* *gonna make V sure it's empty* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm ((oh dear we lost the spide)) Swoop 9:41 pm ((swoop fell on he head)) Specs 9:41 pm ((someone set up the spide signal)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm ((love me the lighting change there)) Bull 9:42 pm Creches? *Bull doesn't recognize that word* Specs 9:43 pm Where I come from, the eggs are all hatched in clutches around the same time. The hatchlings are then raised communally, in what we call creches. We all learn basic skills, reading, writing, sums, flying, and so on. Then when we're older, we apprentice out. Swoop 9:44 pm *puts the bowl on his face* *is ready for a fight now plz* Twincast 9:44 pm ((afk for a sec Bull 9:44 pm Humans don't have that; that I know of. Magnum Ace 9:44 pm Daycare is close, but probably not what you're looking for. Tarantulas 9:45 pm (( WHAT DID I MISS Swoop 9:45 pm *drops the bowl behind the couch, mission complete* Tarantulas 9:45 pm (( MY WIFI DIED Specs 9:45 pm ((I actually saw this movie with my dad, and I had to tell him that if he gave my date a "dad talk" and my date bailed on me, I would absolutely assume that he'd threatened the poor dude with death. poor liz)) Bull 9:45 pm *wonders if Ruri being raised around Silkie and the others would count* Swoop 9:45 pm ((borb dad threatened boy spide)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm ((wb - liz spilled enough beans her dad figured out who parker is; she went inside and her dad told him you can either go inside and forget everything that's happened and never interfere again or i kill you and everyone you love)) Tarantulas 9:45 pm (( well shit ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm ((he just bailed on her at the dance and now we're here)) Swoop 9:46 pm him HIT bus 😮 Specs 9:46 pm *the dragon tilts her head* Daycare. *she sounds out the word carefully* So the biological parents take care of the children, normally? How do they know if the parents can raise hatchlings, then? Swoop 9:46 pm Me swoop want ROLL bus.... Magnum Ace 9:47 pm Um... Bull 9:47 pm I don't know. All I know is what Silkie and the others have shared. Our coach isn't really a dad; more so, he raised his brother's daughter ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm //It's like drivin' with you.// \\I SAID GET DENTED.\\ Swoop 9:48 pm ((slendy ur the guy in the chair 😄 )) Specs 9:48 pm Fair enough! I'm just curious. I haven't really met other humans from the multiverse, so I don't know how they work. *the dragon laughs* Maybe too curious. That's what the docents said. Swoop 9:49 pm KAHH!! Him SLIIIIIIDE ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *Frenzy howls himself right off the couch seat* Tarantulas 9:50 pm (( can tara still be holding swoop even tho i blinked out, heh Swoop 9:50 pm wings ((yis)) Tarantulas 9:50 pm (( good Swoop 9:50 pm ((swoop will complain LOUDLY whenever he has to go back on the ground)) ((ground is for nerds)) Magnum Ace 9:50 pm Well, I doubt Coach would be a good example Bull 9:50 pm We're around humans almost all the time. From on the field, in public or in the repair bay. Magnum Ace 9:51 pm Or in studios Bull 9:51 pm Better than some. *Bull points out remembering that Giroti is a 'father'* Tarantulas 9:51 pm *tarantulas has twice switched spider legs holding the ptero. swoop might be light but he's still substantial enough* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm //I like this flyin' human. He knows what's up.// Magnum Ace 9:51 pm -and elbows Bull. Hush you- Swoop 9:51 pm !!!!! Bird! Look 😮 Bird Birdbirdbirdbird Bull 9:52 pm Oh, no... Please; no more flying. *is ready to look away again* Swoop 9:52 pm DEAD Kehehehhehhh Specs 9:52 pm *the dragon looks at the screen, at Laserbeak, and back at the screen* Magnum Ace 9:52 pm ...... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm {{What you dragon want?}} Specs 9:52 pm Can you do that? Swoop 9:52 pm Bird bird you look! See? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm {{Peh. Easy.}}

{{Bird faster~}} Swoop 9:53 pm *is a wiggle in tara's grip, an excited wiggle, not a I want down wiggle* Tarantulas 9:53 pm StoP WIGGLING *snaps* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Soundwave fidgets slightly.* Specs 9:53 pm *the dragon looks suitably impressed* Awesome. But of course you're faster, I should have known. *flattery and treats gets dragons everywhere, don't you know* Swoop 9:53 pm *pats tara's head* you see? it bird. Not BIRD bird. Like bird. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm {{Is okay. You knowing now.}} Swoop 9:54 pm *looks at the screen at the buried Peter freakout* Oh. Him bury. Windchill 9:54 pm *Appears at precisely the wrong moment.* Swoop 9:54 pm Him Slag no like THIS movie, kehheh, bury movie. Or bury REAL. Windchill 9:54 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm {{Him scared of bury?}} Magnum Ace 9:55 pm -That is one strong human- Swoop 9:55 pm Yah Because Him bury ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Casually takes the note.* Windchill 9:55 pm *He's gonna find a place to sit on the floor and not think about being buried alive.* Swoop 9:55 pm Sludge and Grimlock bury too Me Swoop and HIm Snarl not bury Autobots never bury Swoop Bull 9:55 pm *is now looking away; noping at the heights* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *....He wants those.* Tarantulas 9:55 pm *mutters something about the other side always having the better tech* *wait wrong side* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm {{Them Grimlock, Sludge hating bury too?}} Windchill 9:56 pm That cloaking is...not the greatest. Magnum Ace 9:56 pm -yeah, uh, don't look, period, Bull- Swoop 9:56 pm OH! Wings seal on. For stick Specs 9:56 pm *the dragon turns to bull, trying to help distract him from the heights* So, you only know the one parent human? Out of all the ones you know? Swoop 9:57 pm Bird 😮 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm {{...It look like Bird.}} Swoop 9:57 pm *loves this movie and also loves Bird* <3 Yah! It Bird :V Windchill 9:57 pm *Opens his mouth...and shuts it. He's seen this movie already.* Bull 9:58 pm Well, technically no. There are two others; though I wouldn't put Giroti up for any 'dad of the year' awards. And Richard's situation is complicated to say the least. Tarantulas 9:58 pm *if u spoil something tara will murder u, windchill* Swoop 9:58 pm that jet not invisible Mirage invisible Windchill 9:58 pm *He pointedly avoided spoiling anything.* Swoop 9:58 pm OH! Wing in propeller. Specs 9:58 pm "Dad" awards. Docents get awards for raising children? *the dragon tilts her head* Magnum Ace 9:58 pm -not even trying to hide his snort of laughter- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm {{Him Ravage say Mirage invisible, still smelly. Neheheh.}} Swoop 9:59 pm *even the normally empathy free dino winces and pulls his wings a bit closer* Me Swoop kehehhehhhh Me Swoop never SMELLING Mirage Windchill 9:59 pm Man. We should all get wings upgraded like that. But. Windchill 9:59 pm Better. Bull 9:59 pm It's something they usually give as presents on mugs and stuff. *he had seen one of the doctors in the hospital have one on his desk one time* Windchill 9:59 pm And by us I mean me. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm //Whirl kinda got the rotor things, don't he?// Windchill 10:00 pm Yeah...but he doesn't quite have wings. Specs 10:00 pm Oh. *the dragon mulls over this information* So it's an acknowledgement of skill, provided by other docents? Magnum Ace 10:00 pm It's the children expressing gratitude to their father Tarantulas 10:00 pm *is sitting on the edge of the couch, totally not biting on a claw* Windchill 10:00 pm I don't care about the rotors anyway, I care about smashing things to bits with them. Swoop 10:00 pm CRASH!!! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm \\OHHH YOU WANT THE CUTTIN' STUFF BITS.\\ Windchill 10:00 pm Hell yeah. Specs 10:00 pm Ah, I see. *that seems more sensible* Humans don't seem to express gratitude by bringing prey home to the object of their gratitude. Magnum Ace 10:01 pm -taps again, they're on the ground now- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *Rumble smacks his cube down.*

//How the FRAG'd the meatbag survive that?// Windchill 10:01 pm He's...like a spider? Swoop 10:01 pm KAH! Him swooping again Magnum Ace 10:01 pm No they tend to bring other gifts Windchill 10:01 pm Spiders don't die when you drop 'em. Bull 10:01 pm No. They don't. *now looks back up* Tarantulas 10:01 pm Th-they - it depends on the spider. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *This movie really is basically Swoop vs. Tarantulas, isn't it.* Windchill 10:02 pm *Pretty sure Spiderboy lacks an exoskeleton though so there's really no explanation.* Swoop 10:02 pm STOMP! Kehehehhh Oh, him pick up with wing Specs 10:02 pm *the dragon is too busy asking questions of the Leaguers to ask Tarantulas about that* Huh. How many children do humans usually have, anyways? Windchill 10:02 pm Like, wing-hands. I want it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *One of Soundwave's feelers gently taps the spide.* Swoop 10:02 pm *flexes the digits on the ends of his wings, probably can't pick someone up with them ..... but it doesn't hurt to try* Magnum Ace 10:03 pm !!!!!! Windchill 10:03 pm I don't want my wings to explode though, heh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm {{ 😧 }} Swoop 10:03 pm Me Swoop have wing explode before Windchill 10:03 pm Kinda cool but I think some people wouldn't really appreciate it if I died. Tarantulas 10:03 pm *sw gets a zap of GetOffMe* Bull 10:03 pm I don't know. It seems usually one or two... considering Edmond and Richard are brothers. Though I really don't know. Magnum Ace 10:03 pm -attention is on the movie again- Windchill 10:03 pm Not dead... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *It recoils fast. There's a fleeting shred of surprise in the instant between.* Windchill 10:04 pm *A disappointment he knew was coming.* Swoop 10:04 pm Dead? Specs 10:04 pm One or two. That's not a lot... *the dragon chirps contemplatively* Swoop 10:04 pm Not dead Specs 10:04 pm ((I lvoe that fucking note)) Swoop 10:04 pm Him wings dead Specs 10:04 pm Benefits to being organic: my wings have not exploded yet. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm //That Happy fragger's gonna be lucky he don't get fired.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm //Not listenin', 'n losin' the plane, 'n probably some stuff broke.// Windchill 10:05 pm Do they really expect ME to believe that Spiderman limped—or zoope-de-dooped—away from that? Twincast 10:05 pm Kinda ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\WELL, YEAH.\\ Windchill 10:05 pm Life...ruined... I don't believe it. Bull 10:06 pm Only one I really know much about their family life is Owner, she's an only child. Windchill 10:06 pm These guys seem like they care a whole lot. ... Swoop 10:07 pm ((she's great)) Windchill 10:07 pm This is creepy. Swoop 10:07 pm ((best mj)) Windchill 10:07 pm Meeting a grown man in the bathroom. Specs 10:07 pm That does not look like "fired" to me. *snickers* Awkward. Swoop 10:07 pm *doesn't get why this is comfortable but recognizes discomfort and giggles* Windchill 10:08 pm The tower was cooler. Because it was tall. Magnum Ace 10:08 pm Owner is also an interesting case herself Specs 10:09 pm *the dragon perks up. more human talk!* Oh? Windchill 10:09 pm ... Toothless 10:09 pm ((omg tony)) Bull 10:09 pm Considering everything, yeah. Windchill 10:10 pm The wing suit is cooler. Tarantulas 10:10 pm *whispering saynosaynosayno* Swoop 10:10 pm *looks down at tara, what is that noise? he doesn't know, he kind of doesn't care, just gonna play with his toes instead* Specs 10:10 pm *the dragon's head tilts, tailtip twitching* "Everything?" Windchill 10:11 pm *Snorts* Bull 10:12 pm *looks back to the dragon* It's complicated, but what I understand is that Owner's father faked his own death so his brother had to raise her... *it was complicated* Magnum Ace 10:12 pm Well, she was basically raised alongside us...uh... -derailed by movie- Windchill 10:12 pm Eheh. Eheheheheh. Specs 10:12 pm *the dragon blinks slowly* That's. Faked his death? I... Oh my. ((ugh I hate this part. Aunt May not knowing is THE THING)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm //Haha!// Magnum Ace 10:13 pm He got into...a lot of trouble Tarantulas 10:13 pm *snickers hard* Swoop 10:13 pm Why Her mad? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((yes i'm gonna let this go all the way thru credits, there tiny thing at end)) {{Her not know him Spider-Man, not know him do danger thing.}} Tarantulas 10:14 pm *alright, time for swoop to get put down, tarantulas has to stretch out and get rid of all this dramatic tension. plop goes the ptero* Swoop 10:14 pm Danger thing fun ????????? *holds onto tara's leg with both hands* Specs 10:14 pm I can't imagine getting into so much trouble that one would have to fake one's own death. Then again, usually us dragons... deal with problems more directly. I suppose we don't really have a chance to get to "faking" death. Tarantulas 10:14 pm *shakes the leg, off with you* Swoop 10:14 pm *squawks* Magnum Ace 10:14 pm He couldn't, not without endangering Owner, and coach Windchill 10:15 pm *Hand shoots up.* Swoop! Bull 10:15 pm And everyone else. Swoop 10:15 pm What? Windchill 10:15 pm Sit with me now. Tarantulas 10:15 pm Yes, please do Swoop 10:15 pm Me Swoop no want SITTING Windchill 10:15 pm *He SLAMS his fist into his palm with a loud CRACK* Or else. Magnum Ace 10:15 pm Yeah, everyone he knew would be in trouble if he tried to deal with them Swoop 10:15 pm ???? Else? Windchill 10:15 pm Or else you have to sit by yourself? What do you want to do then? Specs 10:16 pm *the dragon looks a little surprised* Going after relatives for the actions of one being? I... Well, I suppose that's pretty alien to me. Toothless 10:16 pm O,o Swoop 10:16 pm Me Swoop dont want sit AND Me Swoop dont want sit aLONE Magnum Ace 10:16 pm I...doubt they would have just stopped with relatives Windchill 10:17 pm Then come do whatever it is you're doing over here. Specs 10:17 pm *the dragon looks VASTLY more surprised at that* Duly noted... Bull 10:17 pm They would have gone after Silkie, Ryuken and the others. Tarantulas 10:17 pm You'll have to hold him up, then, apparently. Let him hang off your arm or something of the sort, Windchill. Windchill 10:17 pm I can do that. I'm big. Almost the biggest. Twincast 10:17 pm *pfffft* Tarantulas 10:17 pm /Please./ Swoop. Swoop 10:17 pm *grabby hands* UP! Windchill 10:18 pm *Snorts.* Did Spiderman go somewhere? Swoop 10:18 pm ((A+ movie)) Magnum Ace 10:18 pm ...yeah. They were quite ruthless Tarantulas 10:18 pm (( don't u mean S+++ for spide Toothless 10:18 pm *claps front paws together and flaps wings* Swoop 10:18 pm ((omg)) Me Swoop want up! Bird bird! Us go flying! Outside! Kehehehhhh not inside flying. Windchill 10:19 pm Okay, bye. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *NYOOM she flies to join him* Specs 10:19 pm I suppose the benefit of directness is that we also don't go after those who never harmed us. *the dragon yawns* This was a long one. I should rest. Next time? Swoop 10:19 pm *makes his escape* ((l8r)) Toothless 10:20 pm *then suddently >poofs< back into a scraplet and falls off the shelf with a startled chirr* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm [[Enjoyed yourself, scraplet?]]

[[Yes, next time.]] Toothless 10:20 pm *NODNODNOD and loud purrs* Bull 10:21 pm Not a bad movie... just didn't care for all the flying and heights. Tarantulas 10:21 pm *flopping back onto the couch. that was So Stressful* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Small nod. Good.*

[[He will remember to keep a small dish of bolts for you next time.]] //Ah, ya get used to it.// \\UNLESS YER RAVAGE.\\ //Heh. He still hates flyin' docked.// Bull 10:22 pm I really don't like flying or heights. Too many bad experiences in the air. Magnum Ace 10:23 pm -nudges. Best to not elaborate on that- Toothless 10:23 pm *sways to music for a few moments, getting comfortable in its own frame again* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm \\YEAH? LIKE WHAT?\\ Toothless 10:24 pm *chittergiggles* Windchill 10:24 pm *Chinhands.* Twincast 10:25 pm *Don't mind the stray, blue carrier casually opening his own dock & retrieving a happily alt-mode snoozing deployer. Not weird at all* Bull 10:25 pm *shudders* The volleyball deathmatch above the Andes Mountains in that lightning storm against the Deus has to be one of the worst. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Rumble notices movement, glances over... and scrambles to his feet and backward* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm \\SOUNDS WICKED.\\ Magnum Ace 10:26 pm ...not when it was literally above the mountains. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm \\...THE PIT'S WRONG WITH YOU?\\ Magnum Ace 10:26 pm And none of us are capable of sustained flight ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm \\OH. ... HOW'D YA GET UP THERE?\\ Twincast 10:26 pm *shh, not that one, rumble* Bull 10:27 pm That was my fault. Didn't think playing a volleyball game would turn so dangerous. Magnum Ace 10:27 pm It's okay, we all trusted them ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Rumble collapses with relief against the arm of the couch. Thank Primus.* Twincast 10:27 pm *When Frenzy isn't so occupied with the story, he was gonna offer letting a certain other twin stay. If that's alright with everyone else* Bull 10:28 pm Didn't know the game field would take off into the air. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm *Soundwave will allow it.* Magnum Ace 10:28 pm And I will be happy if that never happens again ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //The whole... uh.// *What was the story about? Flying fields?* //The whole field?//

*Nudges Frenzy with a pede and subtly points at snoozing Eject.* Magnum Ace 10:28 pm The whole field Windchill 10:29 pm (( I'm trying to eat and cats are swarming around me send help. )) Toothless 10:29 pm *flies over to land beside smol warm-metal visitors and looks up at them, offers comfort purrs* Bull 10:29 pm No safety rails or anything. Just the field and miles of air beneath us. Magnum Ace 10:29 pm And lighting above us *lightning Toothless 10:30 pm O,O ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *Frenzy looks over, puzzled - then grins like there was a buy one get one smile sale at the expression store. Thumbs up to Twincast.* Twincast 10:31 pm ((tbh the image y'all should be getting is Twincast handing off a literal like rectangle of a deployer. He'll wake up eventually, but. I gotta go shower n stuff bc I work at midnight ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm ((just leave him on the seat lmfao the twins'll hoist him overhead and carry him upstairs or somethin)) Magnum Ace 10:31 pm ((GOOD LUCK Twincast 10:31 pm ((GOOD. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm ((i hope work's not too awful)) Twincast 10:32 pm ((I have to ice donuts all night. v tedious ((BUT I WILL talk to y'all laterrr <3 Magnum Ace 10:32 pm ((byyyye Toothless 10:32 pm ((Ni night! Tarantulas 10:32 pm (( niiiiight! Bull 10:32 pm ((Night Toothless 10:32 pm ((all I can hear now is the old "...time to make the donuts" commercial >,< ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm ((pffff)) Magnum Ace 10:33 pm ((nice Tarantulas 10:34 pm *sits up a little. can't stay still for too long after a movie like that. then squints at soundwave* Is there any particular reason for the music choice? It doesn't seem... congruous? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm [[He did not have time to prepare a list of spider songs.]] Pause. [[And he was in the mood for the instruments used in these.]] Tarantulas 10:35 pm Hyeh, fair enough. Magnum Ace 10:36 pm -pats Bull- At least we know that volleyball is not a sport we want to try again too soon Tarantulas 10:36 pm I don't exactly have a playlist of spider songs myself. *he probably actually does, shh* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm \\YOU GOTTA GET US FOOTAGE OF THAT GAME. THE VALLEY-BALL. I GOT SOMEONE WHO'S GONNA WANNA SEE.\\ Windchill 10:36 pm *Scratches his chin, thinking about wing upgrades he can't afford.* *But he can DREAM* Magnum Ace 10:37 pm I...don't know if that one was recorded ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[He finds that hard to believe.]]

*Laserbeak's gonna be dreaming too, Windchill. You're not alone.* Windchill 10:37 pm *One day, it'll happen. Because the mun was planning on it before this move came out lol.* Bull 10:38 pm Only one twisted enough would be Segal *so hopes the footage doesn't exist* Windchill 10:38 pm What is this mushy stuff? Magnum Ace 10:38 pm We're not asking him ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[As he said, he wanted the instruments playing it.]] Windchill 10:39 pm Shameful. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm ((do i or do i not tease tarantulas in response to windchill)) Windchill 10:40 pm (( Might as well. )) I only like one song. Bull 10:40 pm No; we are not, Tarantulas 10:40 pm (( always tease, although i have no idea how ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm [[No, this would be shameful.]] Windchill 10:40 pm *Two, actually, but they're both...exactly what you'd expect.* I don't have to listen, I can read. Tarantulas 10:41 pm *immediately leans forward and puts his face in his paws without a word* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[All he is doing is playing music with a specific sound.]] Windchill 10:41 pm I've heard worse. If it's not All Star...then it's shameful. Toothless 10:41 pm *worried look at Ceiling-Not-Smol* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm \\OKAY, WELL, LIKE. NEXT TIME. IF YOU AIN'T GONNA PROBABLY DIE PLAYIN'.\\ Magnum Ace 10:42 pm We hope that's no longer the case Bull 10:43 pm I think we've all gone through too many 'death games' as it is. I'll be happy just to play normal League matches. Windchill 10:43 pm Too many is when you're no longer fazed by it. Magnum Ace 10:43 pm .... Windchill 10:44 pm That's when there's no turning back. But. Magnum Ace 10:44 pm .................. Tarantulas 10:44 pm @SW: ::Hss. Soundwave, where you you even GET these ideas.:: *smol shove with spide leg, with a mental flick along with it* Windchill 10:44 pm It's good to quit early. Magnum Ace 10:44 pm -guess who's shifting uncomfortably again- Bull 10:44 pm .... *looks at Magnum and knows why he looks that way* Windchill 10:45 pm Better to still be scared than no longer care whether you live or DIE. I think. Depends on who you ask. Don't ask Whirl, is what I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm \\LISTEN. IF YOU AIN'T TEARIN' YOUR SPARK - UH, OR WHATEVER Y'GOT - OUTTA SOMEONE ELSE'S HANDS, YOU AIN'T LIVIN'. YER JUST DYIN' SLOW.\\ Windchill 10:46 pm *Been there, done that, got bored.* Bull 10:46 pm *Now it's Bull's turn to look uncomfortable* N-no...it's not. Magnum Ace 10:46 pm I don't think that's living ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Soundwave huffs softly at being shoved and places a small smiley on his visor.*

@T: (txt): Imagination. Windchill 10:47 pm I think it's living...ON THE EDGE. *Dramatic flop onto the floor, ALL ALONE.* Tarantulas 10:48 pm @SW: ::Well, your imagination is completely off base.:: Windchill 10:48 pm There's somethin' wrong with the world today. The light bulb's gettin' dim. Magnum Ace 10:49 pm ...I think it's time for us to go home now Windchill 10:49 pm There's meltdown in the sky... Bull 10:49 pm Y-yeah. Better to get back before Meckel notices we're not there. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm [[As you wish.]] Toothless 10:49 pm *shakes helm at FloorFlopper, waves a pincer goodbye at everyone* Windchill 10:49 pm If you can judge a wise man by the color of his skin... Then mister you're a better man than I. LIVIN' ON THE EDGE. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm //Seeya, scraplet. Don't eat nothin' too big.// Toothless 10:50 pm ((...yes Windchill, there is a *scraplet* judging you)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm @T: (txt): Then humor sense. FakeProwl 10:50 pm *Appears. Flops into his usual spot.* ... I'm back. Windchill 10:51 pm (( He's judged, shunned and snubbed by everyone, that's small potatoes. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm ((for u windchill)) Tarantulas 10:51 pm You - you are! *startled spide* FakeProwl 10:51 pm *He says, casually, as though he actually appeared the first time long enough for his avatar to even materialize. And as though he didn't miss the entire movie.* Windchill 10:51 pm *Eyebrows lift like a startled flock of pigeons.* Toothless 10:51 pm *hops down to bump helm gently against FloorFlopper and purr* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm //You two need escoratin' home 'n all that?// Magnum Ace 10:51 pm Yes. I think Owner is beginning to notice that we're vanishing for hours at a time FakeProwl 10:52 pm *... Is Prowl's usual seat, per chance, being occupied by a spider.* Windchill 10:52 pm *SINGS ALONG.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *RECORDS. With a brief ping hello to Prowl.* Windchill 10:52 pm *Sorry, it's soprano as usual. It's bad.* Tarantulas 10:52 pm *technically sw and spide have probably taken up the whole couch on their own* Toothless 10:52 pm *...then skitters off to find its way home* FakeProwl 10:52 pm *Which means Prowl landed in someone's lap, doesn't it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm //All right, c'mon.// *Slide off couch.* //You comin', scr--oh. Huh. Moves quick, don't it?// FakeProwl 10:53 pm *... gingerly relocates himself to the nearest non-occupied couch space. an armrest, maybe.* Tarantulas 10:53 pm *tara scoots over to make room in the middle, no worries* FakeProwl 10:53 pm *he'll take it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm //Anyhow. C'mon. Gotta getcha goin' before.... /Owner/ notices.// There's a little extra venom on the name. They don't much care for being owned, here. //Frenzy, lug Eject upstairs, huh?// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm \\YEAH, YEAH. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.\\ Windchill 10:54 pm *He's gonna have to go for an encore when he gets home. Record it and send it to his Serenadin' Friend.* FakeProwl 10:55 pm *looks tiredly at the leaguers. huh. well, apparently, he doesn't even need to FULLY activate his avatar program to induce whatever anomaly is bringing them here. good to know.* Windchill 10:55 pm *Folks be used to his singing in the shower by now anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas. Thank you. One bit of company is pleasant; both is better.* Tarantulas 10:55 pm (( oh god thanks i was worrying about the leaguers Magnum Ace 10:55 pm -noticed that. Is going to give Rumble a curious look for that- Bull 10:56 pm *Bull notices but doesn't seem to understand either* Windchill 10:56 pm *Sputters the finish* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *Rumble's not gonna answer it tonight. That's a talk for next week, maybe. They already know what'll be playing, so. Might be relevant-ish.* *All he does is motion for them to follow him and head outside to the bridging lanes.* *Soundwave clicks feeler claws in polite applause for Windchill.* Magnum Ace 10:58 pm -following after him, but not going to ask- Right...we don't want to worry her Windchill 10:58 pm *He'd bow, but he's too lazy to get up so he'll salute from the floor instead.* *He'll take what he can get.* Bull 10:58 pm *follows* Night everyone. FakeProwl 10:58 pm *... very belatedly matches Soundwave's greeting ping.* Windchill 10:58 pm Does nobody else 'round here sing? *"sing"* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Soundwave nods goodnight to the Leaguers, taps his visor at Windchill - no mouth, you know - and looks over to Prowl.*

(txt): Emergency matter: settled? [[He seconds the question.]] FakeProwl 11:00 pm @Soundwave «... Not quite.» Windchill 11:00 pm Lame. Bull 11:00 pm ((Night all; I'm off to watch WTFIWWY)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm ((night! enjoy the rest of your evening!)) Windchill 11:00 pm (( 'Night! )) Magnum Ace 11:00 pm ((and I'm laughing. Singing is brought up as they're leaving Windchill 11:01 pm (( YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE. )) ((...I don't think a Monday night goes by without some singing though so It Will Happen Again. )) Magnum Ace 11:02 pm ((oh, I just think that several of them can because their voice actors can ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm @Prowl: (txt): Elaboration requested. Windchill 11:02 pm (( Go for it. )) Tarantulas 11:02 pm *is cuddling up to prowl. tara's in a good mood, spider-man was gr8* Magnum Ace 11:03 pm ((hehe, now getting one of them to do so would be the test ((but now I gotta go, because I have other stuff that need my attention Tarantulas 11:03 pm (( night!! Magnum Ace 11:04 pm ((so, thanks for the movie and g'night! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm ((night!)) Windchill 11:05 pm *Rolls onto his front. Butt: Exposed.* Tarantulas 11:05 pm *is there a dent in it* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Where's Whirl to put a foot on it when you need him?* Windchill 11:06 pm *No he fixed it. Mostly. There was still obviously a dent.* *Whirl, willingly touch The Butt?* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «Bonecrusher had a... I guess it was a nervous breakdown. We had to stop him from jumping off the balcony. Scavenger's scoop is broken. So's the TV. And several stairs. And several of your cameras. He's welded a fort out of berths in the corner of the the berth room. He refuses to come out. There's no way we're going to get him to go to work today, and Scavenger can't with his injury, which means Hook is going to be out fixing Scavenger, and all this has riled up whatever's hurting Mixmaster's fuel tank, which leaves Long Haul and me, and Long Haul isn't going to go in if the rest don't.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm *...............Pit.* Tarantulas 11:07 pm (( ok but what if windchill used https://img.wonderhowto.com/img/14/73/63572489362819/0/fix-car-dents-8-easy-ways-remove-dents-yourself-without-ruining-paint.w1456.jpg

Windchill 11:07 pm *His face is getting real acquainted with the floor.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «We need an excuse to not go to the work site and I need you to stop watching Bonecrusher.» Windchill 11:08 pm (( Is it bad that's the first thing I thought of? Let's say that he did. )) Tarantulas 11:08 pm (( bless FakeProwl 11:08 pm ((*hears song using "lightyear" as a unit of time and FLUFFS UP AGGRESSIVELY*)) Tarantulas 11:10 pm Were you asking if any of us CAN sing, or if we DO sing on occasion - or, if we can sing WELL at all? Just to clarify. Windchill 11:10 pm Any and all of the above? FakeProwl 11:11 pm @Soundwave «... Actually, I suppose "one of the team had an nervous breakdown due to prison surveillance and the rest of the team is dealing with the resultant injuries and fallout" is a perfectly valid excuse all by itself, so never mind, that part's sorted.» Tarantulas 11:12 pm Fair. Count me as a yes, then. Windchill 11:12 pm *He knows the Shrek version better.* *Tragic.* If you say so. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *Now looking away from Prowl. He'd thought the Constructicons were made of sterner stuff. Expected some sort of aggressive confrontation, perhaps.*

(txt): ...Expectation: Bonecrusher gives appropriate respect, in future. Insults, insinuations, pranks: unwanted.

(txt): Soundwave repairs property damages, delivers appropriate work leave excuse. Bonecrusher watch: ended. Hook's medical supplies: replaced.

*Finally glancing back.*

(txt): ...What wrong, Mixmaster? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *Oh. Well, it seems Prowl figured out the excuse himself. That's the trouble with working his thoughts into text, he supposes.* FakeProwl 11:15 pm *Destroying furniture and surveillance equipment isn't aggressive enough?*

@Soundwave «"Appropriate respect"? What, did he do something to you first?» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[...He did not know you were a 'yes', Tarantulas. Consider that another demonstration request.]] Tarantulas 11:16 pm I didn't say which part I was saying 'yes' to, goodness. There was the option of ANY. Windchill 11:16 pm Well, technically. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[His interest remains.]] Tarantulas 11:16 pm *huffs* Windchill 11:16 pm If you can sing then it follows that you must sing on occasion, or else that's unproven. And if you sing well, then you can sing. Some of those are mutually inclusive. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Directed at HIM. Not inanimate objects.*

@Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Labeled [][][]sheet metal[][][], implied Soundwave: interface voyeur, subject: multiverse inhabitants, permission status: none. Long before, assisted false Prowl interface message delivery. Tarantulas 11:18 pm If the logic statement is A or B or C, and I answer yes, any one or pair or all could be true, so the mutual inclusion isn't a trouble. FakeProwl 11:19 pm @Soundwave «... You thought to refute the claim that you were a voyeur who watches people without their permission by... continuously watching him without his permission?» Windchill 11:19 pm Obviously, hence there being no real point in arguing a distinction, as there isn't much of one between them. Tarantulas 11:20 pm There's no point fussing though - let's just say I can sing, I do sing, and I'm not objective enough about my own voice to know whether it's done well or not. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm @Prowl: (txt): If that, insisted, supposed treatment: delivered. Now, true difference: known. Windchill 11:21 pm *Luckily, his face is still planted on the floor and his eye roll remains hidden. WHY NOT JUST SAY THAT THEN, it's so much easier.* Kill me softly... Tarantulas 11:21 pm (( sw u sound so petty rn and i love it FakeProwl 11:21 pm @Soundwave «I am afraid you have thoroughly convinced him you're an even worse voyeur than he'd suspected.» FakeProwl 11:22 pm @Soundwave «Also, a stalker, and a vague undefined threat to his life. Which I doubt is at all objectionable from your perspective, but from mine makes things difficult.» Windchill 11:23 pm *GRUNTS and picks himself up...to sit on his knees.* *Wipes his face in case it's dirty or drooly.* *Drool: unconfirmed.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm *Hand flick.*

@Prowl: (txt): Irritating. Acceptable belief, if future vocalizer control: excellent; rumor spread likelihood: low, now observance abilities: understood.

*And if Bonecrusher understands that Soundwave is a vague, undefined threat, then he might be able to use that if they ever turn on Prowl.*

(txt): ...However, Prowl: important. Continued over-surveillance: ended, per prior promise. Windchill 11:26 pm Anyway. Singing's all well and good. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm [[Of course it is.]] [[It delivers a full story with corresponding emotional cues in a short period of time, and often serves to make that data more memorable.]] Windchill 11:27 pm But can we all twerk? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm [[...You're not serious.]] Windchill 11:28 pm I'm always serious. *Keeps his face painfully straight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm *Tarantulas was the only one to really answer the song question, so Soundwave peers at him with a feeler. Well?* Windchill 11:29 pm *Oh, he likes Disturbed.* FakeProwl 11:29 pm *Good. To Soundwave's other points then.* @Soundwave «Repairing the furniture is unnecessary. We can repair the damage ourselves. Except to the TV—but he destroyed it because he thought it was bugged from the game. Getting a new one straight from you wouldn't go over well.» Windchill 11:29 pm *But he'll be quiet this time.* *No sense in Ruining this one.* Tarantulas 11:30 pm *tara will glance at the feeler. what, is he expected to sing sometime? nope* Windchill 11:30 pm *COWARD.* Tarantulas 11:30 pm *also if he doesn't answer the twerking question does that mean it'll go away* FakeProwl 11:30 pm @Soundwave «Hook may not want supplies from you for the same concerns. We'll see whether we think Bonecrusher can handle it and get back to you.» Windchill 11:31 pm *Has ignoring Windchill ever worked?* Tarantulas 11:31 pm *maybe when they're listening to disturbed, it might* Windchill 11:32 pm I guess it's just me then. Only I have the power. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *On the one hand, he's pleased that his plan to cause a little scare worked so well. On the other hand, they're being ridiculous. As if he would be so foolish as to put bugs where they'd be expected now.* Tarantulas 11:32 pm *so, shushed the spide will remain, and nudge at prowl while wrapping an arm or two or three around his back. awful quiet, this one* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *But, what can you do?*

@Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. FakeProwl 11:32 pm *You mistake Bonecrusher for somebody bright enough to figure that out.* Tarantulas 11:33 pm *looks back at chill* What, the power to thoroughly embarrass yourself? No thank you. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm *Whether Soundwave can twerk or not is unknown. Nobody's convincing him to either say it or try. Not in public, anyway.* Windchill 11:34 pm I'm too powerful to suffer embarrassment. That doesn't happen to me. If I twerk, I OWN IT. Along with everything else that brings shame to lesser mortals, such as yourself. *He's joking, but it's also true: he feels no shame.* Windchill 11:36 pm *His straight faced facade breaks, and he snickers.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm *...For a split-second, Soundwave was tempted to be one last bit of vicious and ask if Bonecrusher needed to be put under a safety watch.*

*He gives no sign of that nasty little urge, burying it back where it came from. None of that, now. That's the older version of himself.* [[Lesser mortal?]] Windchill 11:38 pm That's what I said. *Shields his mouth, but can't hide that snicker.* Tarantulas 11:39 pm *squints. tarantulas doesn't trust that snicker* Windchill 11:39 pm *He's pretending to be egotistical.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm *Soundwave pauses for a moment, gathers up every. single. clip. he. has. of his alternates claiming to be superior, and squashes them into one big overlapped file.* *And plays that.* Windchill 11:41 pm *Giggle-spits* FakeProwl 11:41 pm @Soundwave «Regarding Mixmaster—prolongued stress. His aches are eith—» Tarantulas 11:41 pm *pfftsdfs* Windchill 11:41 pm *Getting defensive, are we?* FakeProwl 11:41 pm *startles so hard at the sound that he ends up on Tarantulas's lap* Windchill 11:41 pm That was beautiful. FakeProwl 11:41 pm *what the hell, soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm *Not at all. He's just reminding you of the most common claim.* Tarantulas 11:41 pm *tarantulas accepts his fate and wraps another arm around prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm @Prowl: (txt): Apology delivered. Continue. FakeProwl 11:42 pm *Gives Soundwave a baffled look. He has not been keeping up with the conversation.* Windchill 11:42 pm *That's what makes it funny.* Tarantulas 11:43 pm Does this mean you can twerk then, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *BOI* Tarantulas 11:43 pm If you're superior, that is. Windchill 11:43 pm I still can't be embarrassed, so. FakeProwl 11:43 pm @Soundwave «... His aches are either psychosomatic, or being faked. Whichever it is, it's caused by stress.» Windchill 11:43 pm I'm clearly in a league of my own... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm [[All it means is that his alternates disagree with Windchill's assessment.]] Tarantulas 11:44 pm *snrk. he'll accept that answer with a nod* Windchill 11:44 pm Alternates Schmalternates, what do they know? They've never met ME. Well. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm [[His? More than most.]] Windchill 11:44 pm 'Cept one. But I stole his girlfriend. So, superiour. *Dusts off imaginary lapels.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm @Prowl: (txt): Stress? Ache problem before excess surveillance? After? Tarantulas 11:46 pm *nips at prowl just hard enough to transfer through the avatar* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm [[One. Of more than eighty. He'll reserve judgment.]] Windchill 11:47 pm I can't count, so that means nothing to me. Neither do the opinions of lesser mortals such as they. *Trying not to crack up for real.* FakeProwl 11:48 pm @Soundwave «After. It's not the only cause, but—our mental states leak into each other. I have no doubt Bonecrusher's stress is a contributing factor to Mixmaster's.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm @Prowl: (txt): Noted.

*He's still going to wait and see if it ends after the surveillance has. Wouldn't do to miss some sort of plague in the making.* @Prowl: (txt): Belief: Tarantulas desires attention. FakeProwl 11:51 pm @Soundwave «............ What?» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Snapshot of Tarantulas biting Prowl's avatar just now on the visor.* FakeProwl 11:52 pm *Prowl just dealt with a violent nervous breakdown with four other angry/scared people. That's a level 149 social interaction and his skills capped out at level 32. Prowl's tired.* Tarantulas 11:52 pm *tarantulas sees that there, sw* FakeProwl 11:53 pm *Oh. Look at that. Turns toward Tarantulas.* What? Tarantulas 11:54 pm *small hhff.* ...I exist, you know. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Don't say he isn't helpful, Tarantulas.* Windchill 11:54 pm *Examines his claws, then climbs to his feet.* FakeProwl 11:55 pm *Hold on, he's trying to think of a reply to that.* FakeProwl 11:56 pm ... Oh. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *Soundwave watches Windchill get up, visor cleared off and all.* Windchill 11:57 pm I'm gonna take my superiour self home and practice my twerking, since I'm the only one who can and you're all out of comebacks. Lover's spats don't interest me. Tarantulas 11:57 pm ...

*just gonna. sigh and tip his helm back onto the couch. patience and self-control. u got this tara* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm [[Very well. Enjoy yourself.]] Windchill 11:58 pm I will, because shame isn't in my programming. I almost feel sorry for the rest of you. What a horrible way to live. FakeProwl 11:58 pm *That wasn't a satisfactory answer, was it?* Sorry. I'm tired. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[He can think of worse.]] Windchill 11:59 pm So can I, but it still sucks to be you. Tarantulas 11:59 pm *waves windchill off with a spider leg* Yesterday Windchill 11:59 pm Not like me. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Soundwave taps his visor again. Sorry. No sucking, as far as the public knows. Once more: no mouth.* Windchill 12:00 am *He will not be shooed before he's ready by LESSER MORTALS.* Sucks to be you. *He waves slowly, in an arc over his head like the rays of the rising sun. For the drama.* Good night, you shameful suckers. You shame-filled doughnuts. So creamy. So satisfying. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am [[Goodnight.]] *He's not going to remark on the other part. That's just strange.* Windchill 12:03 am *That's because you have no sense of humour.* Tarantulas 12:03 am What do you even know about eating donuts? ...Don't answer that, just. On with you. *another spider leg wave* Windchill 12:03 am Don't tell me what to do, I'm already going. But, maybe if you ask nicely. Tarantulas 12:03 am Please. Windchill 12:04 am I'll stay. Okay. *sits down.* Tarantulas 12:04 am *oh primus is he serious* *who is he kidding. windchill's always serious* Windchill 12:04 am *Always.* *Especially right now.* I feel so wanted. So appreciated. Thanks. Tarantulas 12:05 am This'd be a lovely time for a bridge to just. Spontaneously open below Windchill's now-undented aft. Windchill 12:05 am You think? *Blips out of existence.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:06 am *He's not going to do that. Windchill hasn't broken any rules.* *Well. He has before. But not right now.* Windchill 12:08 am *That WOULD be disparate treatment, but he's used to that. As much as he is used to not getting rules updates or being made accountable for other people hitting him, but it matters not. That's his life, and he's gone now.* Tarantulas 12:09 am *mmff. back to prowl.* I'm sure you are. *mostly genuine-sounding* FakeProwl 12:10 am *Prowl can't read tone, genuine-sounding or otherwise. He's 73% certain that's sarcasm.* *... Quietly tries to shrug off Tarantulas's arms and slide back into his prior seat.* Tarantulas 12:11 am *what happens if he tries to keep hold of him tho* FakeProwl 12:12 am *He'll stop for a few seconds. And then quietly try again.* Tarantulas 12:15 am Come now, if you're going to ignore me, you might as well try to placate me by sitting on my lap while you do it. FakeProwl 12:16 am *Right. Okay. He's not going to sit around and take that. He's going to go incorporeal to slide out of Tarantulas's arms.* Tarantulas 12:16 am *stiffens up* FakeProwl 12:16 am I wasn't ignoring you. I said I'm tired. Tarantulas 12:18 am You can be both, you know. FakeProwl 12:18 am I'm not both. I'm tired. Tarantulas 12:19 am I /heard/ you. I said so. Primus. *glances at soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *What? Why is he being glanced at? Looks from one to the other with mild confusion.* FakeProwl 12:21 am *... What does he say to that?* *...... Nothing, he supposes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am This message has been removed. ((get out of there random brackets)) Tarantulas 12:24 am *proceeds to get up* Apparently you're still conscious enough to run your avatar and stop by Dancitron, but I won't stress you any more than that by asking that you acknowledge my existence. That'd be petty. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:24 am *...Hold on, now.*

[[One moment.]] FakeProwl 12:24 am ... I came by to conduct necessary business. It has been concluded. I should leave. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am [[Do not blame Prowl for being tired. It was concerning a matter he himself failed to correct.]] FakeProwl 12:25 am Don't. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am [[...And he does not understand this - this. Tarantulas agreed.]] Tarantulas 12:29 am Prowl is tired. "Business" is concluded. And clearly I'm not needed here, so - *starts to huff, but just sighs and lets his shoulders fall.* It's of no consequence. I'll speak with you both another time. FakeProwl 12:29 am *... Disappears.* Tarantulas 12:30 am *he's trying not to let this get to him. he's trying. he had a good time watching the movie, damnit, and now - well.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am *Primus damn it all. What HAPPENED? One moment he was nudging Prowl's attention away from a settled matter so Tarantulas would have time tonight and suddenly it'd become some sort of minor spat?* [[You may stay longer if you wish. If you do not, then he accepts your farewell for the night.]] Tarantulas 12:33 am ...I would stay, but there's really no reason to, is there. Hyeh. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *And he doesn't understand the "don't", either. What was he supposed to do, NOT take responsibility for what'd held Prowl's attention up when something about that had spawned all of this?*

[[That is not his decision.]] Tarantulas 12:37 am No, it might not be, but - nevermind. *walks off abruptly, small wave behind him* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:38 am *Soundwave watches Tarantulas go and shakes his helm. Well. That was... something. He's done with the day. Upstairs and straight to recharge for him.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Except that it doesn't come as easily as usual. Not understanding bothers him as it is. Somehow, the added "don't" makes it worse.*

*Well, he's not going anywhere else, and neither is Prowl. Quick comm, on the off-chance he might actually get an answer.*

(txt): Clarify: [][][]don't[][][]. FakeProwl 12:48 am *It takes a moment for Prowl to reply.* «What?» *And a moment longer to figure out what it's about.* «Oh. Moment. Gotta move.» *Please hold for about a minute.* FakeProwl 12:54 am *Right. He's back. Had to get out on the balcony. Prowl doesn't know whether being in comm contact with Soundwave would upset Bonecrusher but he wasn't going to keep sitting next to Ft. Berth and find out.* «There is one and only one reason that I told you what happened in here: because you have access to our cameras and a duty to monitor them, and would have very shortly found out anyway. What happened in here is absolutely nobody's business but Bonecrusher's, and it most certainly is not Tarantulas's business.» «The reason I told him I was tired is because that is the PRECISE amount of information about the situation I wanted him to know.» ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am @Prowl: (txt): Detail offer never intended. If demanded, suitable alternative explanation given. ((fucking enter key too early)) ItsyBitsySpyers 1:04 am (txt): Tarantulas truth promise never given. Addition: Telepathic permission not received. Prowl reason: unheard, unidentified. If argument source: Soundwave, blame: absorbed, misunderstanding severity: split, reduced. Potential Tarantulas threat: reduced.

(txt): In future, silence retained unless addressed. FakeProwl 1:07 am «... Do you think Tarantulas was becoming a threat?» *Oh, Primus, Prowl is too tired for this. He's too tired for this. Let him sleep and never wake up.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:10 am (txt): Not within moment. Perhaps if future reconciliation: failure. Unknown. Personal choice: minimize failure, potential outcome. Situation view correction, clarification: accepted. Additional details not required. FakeProwl 1:11 am «...... Do you think future reconciliation failure is a significant risk.» ItsyBitsySpyers 1:17 am (txt): Uncertain. Volatile personality: non-standard personal companion choice. Personal preference: caution.

(txt): Prowl Mesothulas-Tarantulas familiarity: higher. If reconciliation: expected, expectation: adopted. That, all known now. FakeProwl 1:18 am *Too late, Prowl's been infected with doubt.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:18 am *Damn it.* FakeProwl 1:19 am «...... Was I that bad.» ItsyBitsySpyers 1:19 am (txt): Bad? FakeProwl 1:20 am «At— At... Whatever I did. Wrong.» ItsyBitsySpyers 1:25 am (txt): Prowl: not bad.

(txt): Curious action: slide away after Tarantulas agreement. Not understood. FakeProwl 1:25 am «... What.» *After Tarantulas what? To what? When? He rubs his helm as he digs back in the audio files.* FakeProwl 1:28 am *It takes him a moment to figure out what Soundwave read as an agreement.* «He wasn't agreeing. That was sarcasm.» *Beat.* «... WASN'T that sarcasm? Was it NOT? Was Tarantulas being SINCERE? Oh, DAMMIT—» *The comm mutes. Give Prowl a second.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:29 am *...Well, he THOUGHT it sounded sincere. Now he's the one infected with doubt. But he'll give Prowl a second.* FakeProwl 1:30 am *He unmutes the comm, but he doesn't make the mistake of saying anything else. Apparently he's no good at that tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:36 am *It takes a couple of seconds of background noise to work out that it's back on and Prowl is being silent.*

(txt): ...Perhaps recharge: helpful. Cell situation: stressful. Stressed Prowl social limits: strained, restricted.

*He learned that months before, when he got snapped at.*

(txt): Evening: stress addition. Within ability, minor solution: rest, peace, quiet. Afterward, examination: easier.

(txt): Soundwave gives, if wanted. FakeProwl 1:41 am *Huff. Stressed. You think? You think, Soundwave? You think Prowl hasn't realized he's been dealing with not only his own stress of being locked up with five people he hates but also the mental weight of their gradual disillusionment with him AND the nervous twitchy mind-picking fear pouring out of Bonecrusher AND the traces of Bonecrusher's fear bouncing through the other Constructicons' minds AND the fear and guilt and pain over learning what happened to Dominus AND the fact that all this is going on while part of him wants to shut off and never turn back on do you think thAT PROWL DOESN'T KNOW HE'S IN A STRESSFUL SITUATION AND THAT IT'S TEARING HIS MIND'S ABILITY TO FUNCTION TO SHREDS, SOUNDWAVE, DO YOU REALLY THINK HE DOESN'T—*

«... Yes. Reasonable.» *It's a good thing he didn't give Soundwave permission for telepathy tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:51 am *Soundwave ends the call the second he understands that those are the only two words to be spoken.*

*Mostly because he's getting the growing and somewhat uncomfortable sense he shouldn't have carried on with his horrible surveillance game for so long. Maybe at all? He doesn't know. He has the right to be treated with respect, and the fear version of it is the only thing that's ever seemed to stick with Constructicons. But the more he thinks about it, the more he wonders if the shared connection means Prowl's secretly been afraid of his watching too. And a tiny part of the reason he took the job and restricted camera access so severely was to make sure Prowl would be SAFE. How is that safe?*

*All this mess in the prison cell, and with individual mechs, and how this is going to affect city rebuilding process, and partial responsibility for this business with Tarantulas, and--*

*...He really DOESN'T want to hurt Prowl. He would rather eat a scraplet. But what is he supposed to call all of this, if not that?*

*Well. Soundwave's still not going to get much recharge, but now it'll be because he's doing a very different kind of thinking.* FakeProwl 1:58 am This message has been removed. FakeProwl 2:06 am *... Soundwave hung up on him. No goodbye, no nothing. Now he was upset with Prowl, too? What had Prowl done wrong there? Was he too terse? Had he failed to filter out his anger? He wasn't angry because of Soundwave, he was just tired, he really WAS tired, it wasn't just an excuse—it was just an excuse, wasn't it? Had he sounded angry earlier tonight, when he was explaining to Soundwave what happened? He hadn't meant to. But had he come on too strong? Had he been dropping a hint about Prowl's attitude, when he'd mentioned that Prowl's social limits were restricted when he was stressed? Had Soundwave been telling Prowl he was being offensive? Had Prowl missed it? Should he call back and apologize? Had he already missed his chance to apologize?*

*He sits on the balcony, and pulls his knees to his chest. He stays there the rest of the night.*

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(SUBMITTED BY @prodeku) :

okay I’m sorry I just don’t have a tickle blog and I NEED TO SHARE THIS WITH SOMEONE WHO WILL UNDERSTAND OKAY

Izuku is so fucking cute and I just think he’s extremely ticklish so I wrote out my tickle headcanons for him because i’m gro s s

I headcanon that Izuku is most ticklish on his stomach and hips. Those are his weakest spots. His feet and behind his knees are a close second. His neck and underarms are an easy way to make him flail and screech with adorable bursts of giggles, too. He’s very squirmy and will do his best to stop people from tickling him, but he kind of enjoys it, so he won’t fight back too much. If the tickling is intense enough, his laugh becomes breathy and you can hear the force of each laugh spilling from his lips. His eyes will shut tightly and all he can do is double over with a red, teary-eyed face, hoping they’ll show mercy for him to catch his breath. He’s an easy target since he’s so ticklish, and he’s not much for revenge, but he’ll playfully tickle his friends back here and there just so they’ll sit on his hips and destroy his sides because, like I said, he kind of likes it. I can see him kind of being a switch, though. Maybe with a S/O he’ll probably grow confident in tickling them.

Is he feather/gentle ticklish? Fuck yes. If he’s not out in the open and it’s just him and someone else, namely a very close friend, he’ll prop his bare feet on their legs but continue watching a movie or something, pretending not to notice. But they’ll slide their hand over to grab the feather duster on the side table and grip his ankle and go to town, fluffing the feathers all over the bare bottoms of his feet, just because they can. He’ll burst into laughter and fall back onto the couch, kicking slightly. He’ll blush and put a hand over his mouth and giggle into it loudly, whining, “Stop, stop, stop!”

Or maybe they’ll find a single feather and run it in between each of his toes, but that might be impossible with how much kicking and screeching he’ll do. As for gentle tickles, running a finger over his belly or just wiggling them in between his ribs will make him a giggly mess. He’ll pull his stomach taught, and you can see every detail in his muscles, which makes a great trail for a feather to follow. The belly button will literally make him cry, probably. If he’s lightly tickled under his arms, it’ll be a little more intense and his laughter and wriggling will grow louder and stronger. BELLY KISSES, WILL DRIVE HIM CRAZY. If their hair brushes his stomach while their soft lips tickle his stomach his face will grow bright red and he’ll giggle like crazy. He’ll be like, “S-Stop, that tickles…!!” And when he starts laughing he’ll say, “Seriously, I-I’m too ticklish for this!” He’ll worry it’ll kill the mood but it’s fucking adorable lol Will he ask for tickles?

No, he won’t outright be like “hey tickle me” but he’ll make it obvious. Like stretch just enough so the hem of his shirt exposes his bellybutton, put his feet in someone’s lap, ask for a massage, “stretch” his arms above his head for a little too long, etc.

Since his quirk is so strong and takes so much effort to expose he won’t necessarily use it while he’s being tickled, unless it’s true and utter torture. Like if he’s captured by a villain and tickled to death, he’ll have to use it to escape, because the feeling is so intense he can’t take it. 

That’s all I got so far and I know most people might disagree? But idk I have a weak spot for adorable main characters that deserve to laugh and be happy ;n;

I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO ADD BCUZ THIS IS PERFECT THANK U SO MUCH FOR SENDING THESE HC’S IN I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!! i love ticklish izuku and i love adorably sensitive, feather-ticklish izuku and ghghhgghfg ‘im too ticklish!” thats my fAV SENTENCE A LEE CAN SAY its so cute AHHhhhhh im in love w these hc’s seriously

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Smiletale (An origonal AU by EkoingSkies)

Heya guys! This is my very first Tumbler account and post. I am an Undertale fan and artist, and I’m always coming up with thing AUs. This is the first one I've ever actually shared.This AU is sorta a spin off of Horrortale and Flowerfell, but has its own twist. Without further a due, enjoy! And please do comment ad state you’re opinions. Be honest!

 Smiletale by EkoingSkies 

Part one, The Mother

You see the gaping hole from afar, it seeps into the earth like dark water. Allowing you to see it’s surface, but you would have to get closer in order to look all the way to it’s bottom. Taking a step or two closer, you can see that the hole is much deeper than they all say, that the fall could very well kill you, that is, if you were dumb enough to fall in. Feeling brave, you step closer towards it. One step… two steps more … four… and another five. You are standing almost at the edge now, peering down into the hole. You see a small patch of yellow on the ground below you.

Flowers maybe?

Coming to Mt.Ebott was supposed to be a joke. You had run away from home and found your way to a small town unlike the big bustling city that you grew up in. Almost as soon as you stepped in this town, you heard almost everyone gossiping about a mountain, not far from said town, that supposedly was the entrance to a land of monsters. Or as you  heard of it; the Underground. The Underground was said to be a place where monsters had been banished after losing a war with some  humans... or something like that.  You never caught the details.

Since you had no place to be, and nothing better to do, you figured you would take a look for yourself. It would be nice if monsters really did exist, it'd be even better if they were still were alive now. So look down, in hope seeing one. Although, you don't know what exactly to expect. After all, you’d never taken time to think about theses sorts of things. Just about when you'll be able to eat next, were you were going to sleep, how you'd make money to survive. There hasn’t been much time think about childish things like that. For the most part, you left  those fairy tales and folk lores back home, when you turned thirteen. You are fourteen now, fourteen and a half actually. And you have seen more of the world in almost two years than you ever did in the thirteen years you spent with your parents. No regrets.

You have been sitting by the hole since lunchtime. Its nearly sunset now, but you dont know where else you could possibly go, seeing that you can’t go anywhere else. The ankle high, soft grass glistens in the late noon light. Warmth from the sun comes down on you, making the top of your head warm while the cool breeze weaves in and out of your light brown hair. Only a few clouds scatter here and there, giving the sky effects of being (mostly) clear. Just sitting there isn’t enough for you, you want to be able to feel it all. You imagine reaching into the sky, running your hand through the sky and leaving streaks of various hues in it like it was your very own canvas. You snap back into reality, noticing that your hand really is reaching into the sky. To your own disappointment, your fingertips aren't anywhere close to touching the cloud that is slowly hovering above you. This is why you left fantasies back home… But you suppose its okay to have at least some fun while you're still healthy and young. Besides.. . you didn’t leave everything back home. After all, you still have your hope.

For once, the universe seemed to be right. You hadn’t gotten into anyones way in a long while, and no one has yelled at you. No one has touched you. No one has hurt you. All there is, is peace. Never in your life have you been more happy and felt so alive at the same time. It was exhilarating.

You laugh to yourself, closing your eyes. In those few seconds, you hear crumbling from below. Your hands slip from behind you. And you fall.

It took your breathe away... Literally. You had no idea that you had been sitting so close to the hole in the first place. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be gushing blood onto the flowers you were sprawled on. You begin to wheeze through clenched teeth. Even that hurts. It feels as if several knives are poking and impaling you from the inside. You slowly open your eyes, they sting as if someone kicked sand in them. The taste of blood lingers in your mouth, you believe that's what is dripping down your chin too. Your entire body aches and burns.But.. you can’t feel your legs at all. You try to wiggle your toes but nothing happens. This worries you. As you try to turn your head to the side, away from the blinding light above you, you jolt. Wincing at this reaction, you  screech like a banshee. The pain is agonizing. Its unbearable. You can't do anything without this shooting pain running through you. You can't even look down at your chest to see how bad it is. But… you think you broke your back, along with a few other bones scattered around in your body.

A high pitched, echoing voice come from beside you. It curses you out, complaining about how you should watch where you fall.

“ You almost crushed me! “ it really expressed the word crushed. Which you found a bit rude, but you were too tired and hurt to argue. The voice sounded annoyed.

“Hey, you stupid Human! Look at me when I’m talking to yo-” It stopped and gasped.

“W-what the hell happened to you?!” The voice sounded frantic,and sickened.

Stupid Human?...

You want so badly to explain what had just happened, to ask to repeat what they just said, incase you heard them wrong. But unlike feeling that the world was just in reach a few minutes ago, you feel like you're being buried alive right now. And with this feeling, comes fear of doing anything that might strain you.

Suddenly, a yellow blur pops up above you. Still, you can't see. You think that blood is getting in your eyes. No, its tears, your tears. You whisper, cracking your voice.

“H..el..p...Me….?” The tears begin rolling down the sides of your face. Your eyes sting again. You feel drowsy, light headed. You want sleep. You sob, every heave stabbing your lungs.You cough up red fluid and watch it splatter into the air slightly, only to land on your shirt and face when it comes down. The blur jumps.

“Oh god. Oh my.. “ It stutters. “Hold on! I'll go get help!”

What if you choke on your own blood before it gets back?

“Don't move!” it told you, probably knowing that you couldn't to begin with.

You lie there for hours it seemed, slowly dying. Then the voice came back with a second one with them. It was the soft, loving voice of a women, who you couldn't see any better than the first smaller voice. But you could make out a large purple and white blur.The two blurs together begin talking amongst themselves , but you can't hear them over the sound of heartbeats. You felt large agil hands lifting you up. You screamed in pain once more before passing out.

You now wake up in a cold sweat, gasping , taking in short breaths at a time. You are… in a bed?.... Staring at a ceiling in a house?... You find that your memory is a bit fuzzy.. And the last thing you can recall clearly was sitting by that hole on Mtt. Ebott. That hole.You fell and- Oh god. Your legs. Can you move them?! Quickly you jolt up,  and try wiggling your toes. A sharp pain shoots up your back, but no were near as bad the way it was earlier. Still, it aches. Thankfully it feels much better now. You watch as all of your toes dance around in place. Your vision is clear now to.

Thank God. You think to yourself, sighing with relief. But…. How in the world did you get here? Where is here?... ust then, you hear that voice again.

“A-ah! You're awake! How do you feel?” You skim the room in search of someone wearing yellow. You don't see anyone. So who was just..

“I'm over here! On the nightstand!” It it called out from beside you. Turning your head to the nightstand, you see a yellow flower sitting in a pot. It had tall, thin blacked out eyes and a mouth in which appeared to have to small pointed teeth when it opened.

“You?” you sound more rude than you mean to be.

“Well, duh. Who else is in here other you and me?” the flower looks at you funny, and turns its head away slightly.

“What?” You ask.

He looks in your direction, but avoids looking directly at you.

“PLEASE, cover yourself when i'm in here.” You look down at yourself, confused. That's when you realize, you're not wearing any cloths. Flustered, you quickly pull the covers over your chest and bury your face in them. How you can get so worked up over a flower seeing your breasts is beyond you, but it feels the same as those naked in school dreams; It makes you want to cover yourself, crawl in a hole, and die. Well, you've already done two of those things, but from you have gathered, you aren't dead. But shouldn't you be?

“We have been properly introduced, have we?” The flower goes on without getting you reply.

“Im Flowey, Flowey the Flower.” he extends a leaf, you hold it carefully and shake it.

“Aren't you going to tell me your name?” Flowey asks.

Oh, right…You think to yourself.

“My name is Frisk.” You smile happily. “Very nice to meet you, Flowey!”

He looks taken aback at this.

“Are you serious?”

You questionably nod.

The flower takes a few second to think, before shrugging his leaves.“In that case, it's nice to meet you too, Frisk.” the flower gives a weak smile in return.

“You know... You fell pretty hard. I'm Surprised that you're even still breathing right now.”

You suddenly remember the fall again.

“Flowey, what happened?” you asked.

“Oh, you mean, how are you not dead? Well…. When I went off to go get help, you were near death. I was shocked that you were alive when i got back. you broke nearly every bone in your body and you were bleeding nonstop too. So anyways, I went to find someone who could use healing magic on you- And…. the goat lady was the only monster I could think of…”

You jump up, holding the covers over you and fall back on the bed due to shooting pain up your spine. You huff and sit up again.

“M-monster?” you wheeze, shocked and in discomfort.

“You mean, they do exist?” you wheeze.

Flowey snorts, “Well, YEAH! What do you think your looking at, some ordinary flower?”

Yes, except for the talking part.

Flowey lets out a sigh, “Welcome to the underground, Frisk. Land of monsters. Good luck ever getting out.” You purposely ignore that last statement.

“Who is this... Goat lady?...” you ask, a bit scared to find out. For all you know it could just be a giant goat.

“The goat lady is the one who fixed you. This is her house. “

You look around.”Its nice.”

Just then, you hear the door handle jiggle and turn. As the door opens, you tall goat women in a dark purple dress with long white sleeves. She doesn't look like a normal goat though… She Has blue eyes and droopy white ears. Her mouth looks a lot like Flowey’s too. She wore a kind smile as she walked into the room.

“Hello, my child!” She sat on the end of the bed, weighing it down a bit.

“Do you feel better?” she asks kindly.

You nod, baffled.

“Wonderful!  I'm so glad!”

“But.. I still feel slightly achey…” you admit.

“I see.. I'm sorry, my child. I wanted to heal you as much as i could.. But using that much magical energy really does take a lot out of me. So i went to rest… If you'd like, I can try one more time.”

She reaches out to you with glowing green magic?... around her hands.

“Oh, you don’t have to…” You say, not wanting her to strain herself.

“Nonsense, this will only take a few minutes….. I am just happy that you are awake. You were out for almost a week… As expected, that fall broke many of your bones. Including your back, ribs, even your arms. I'm surprised that you are not paralyzed right now. I am thankful of that.”

Flowey nods in agreement.

Minutes pass, and you feel no pain, only sore in a few areas.

The goat lady sighs, wiping sweat off her brows.

“That should do it!” She looks at you with warmth in her expression.

“Could you tell me, what is your name, my child?”

You don't hesitate to her the way you did with Flowey.

“My name is Frisk.” You smile.

“Well it's a pleasure to meet you Frisk, my name is Toriel.” She smiles back.

You laugh, grinning “It's nice to meet you too, Toriel!” You are still gripping the covers to cover yourself. Toriel notices this.

“Oh dear, i almost forgot. I have some clothes for you!” A but latte she come into the room with a bundle of cloths.

“I couldn't wash the blood out of your old ones.. So I made you these.” She sets them on the bed.

“Come Flowey, let's allow Frisk to change.” With that, she picks up the pot, and leaves the room, shutting door behind her. You smile to yourself. “Like a mother”.