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potter-imagines · 3 years

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Getting Drunk With Fred Weasley

Prompt: getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning: drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: n/a

Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room

Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend

Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school

Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer

On these night in particular,

Fred does not let you out of his sight

At all

Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing

Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”

Loves it when you cheer him on

Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again

Your distraction is heightened in this state

So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes

Which had come in handy many a times

Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy

“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”

And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps

(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))

Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow

So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning

During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it

When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble

The man throws back liquor like its water

Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t

He is a touchy drunk

Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch

Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends

Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near

He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins

Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking

He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,

Most of the times,

He’s the one pouring the shots for you

And mixing the drinks

But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink

He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you've had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end

Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice

It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste

In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you

And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard

Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed

He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair

After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry

Stays the night without question when you ask

Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t

Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to

He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest

His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion

Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first

Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment

One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos

The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap

Then he was back up an going again

Like a toddler on a sugar high

He’s such a giggly drunk

Kisses to the tip of your nose

Always smiling over at you and complimenting you

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”

The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking

There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs

George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you

And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him

If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter

He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye

Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard

“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’...not ‘froged’?”

But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation

He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber

Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way

Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you

And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night

If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse

He’ll agree to almost anything

If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him

The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses

Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first

You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony

By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position

Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps

Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident

Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited

On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire

You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone

It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes

And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber

Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well

Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him

His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum

He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason

Especially when you win

Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball

Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot

It’s more than enticing for him

Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it

When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug

As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers,

“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”

Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support

It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans

Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match

You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it

He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately

You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won

“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”

His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise

He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm

Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night

Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together

Whispers dirty secrets into your ear

Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes

He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated

“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”

To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement

It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen

Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys

He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys

However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking

In a sweet way tho

Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk

If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance

When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with

If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table

He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one

Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you

And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes

It brings him comfort when you’re by his side

Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Midoriya, Todoroki and Mirio waking up with kisses

Request: May I request best boys Todo, Mirio and Deku waking up with kithes. They’re all grown up and maybe the kithes aren’t coming only from the reader......okay I may want them to have kids and be all cute. - anonymous

Um excuse me who gave you the right to make this cute request? I have weak resolve and um ->this<- close to writing another dad fic. I LOVE TODOROKI SO MUCH I SWEAR I COULD DIE! Sorry for the small break I took yall but I’m back and better than ever *that's an overstatement bc my allergies decided to ruin my summer*. Hope you like it. Love ya. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: characters are aged up, todoroki and mirio are dads, deku is a dad to be, fluff till your very soul

Midoriya Izuku

-Izuku is a very busy hero.

-Being the number one in Japan and running his own hero agency is very tiring.

-He loves spending time with you and really tries to make it up to you whenever he is called into an emergency.

-Now, Izuku as an expecting dad is a whole other issue.

-He doesn’t spend as much time at his agency, deciding to take his paperwork home and do it while you’re in his line of vision.

-Being such an important and strong hero puts both you and your child in danger so he prefers being in a one mile radius.

-Helicopter dad 99% of the time.

-There are however, times when he has to go to the agency or on patrols.

-And there are times when he has to answer to an emergency.

-This was one of those times.

-He was chilling on the couch while you basically slept on him, on hand massaging your lower back and one rubbing soft circles on your belly feeling the baby kick once in a while.

-He loves feeling them kick.

-They always do when he touches your belly.

-You told him that they already love him, “reacting to their daddy’s touch is a sign of pure affection”.

-Now many things happened at once.

-They gave a rather powerful kick, waking you up with a whine while his phone started ringing on the coffee table.

-He had to leave and you almost had to kick him out the door since he didn’t want to leave.

- “But why do I have to go???? I wanna stay with my babies!”

- “MIDORIYA IZUKU!”

-He came home really late that night and collapsed on the bed, wrapping you in his arms nuzzling into your hair before drifting off to sleep.

-It was one of those rare mornings when you woke up first, from a kick...again.

-You expected Izuku to be already awake but nope, he was snoozing.

-You really cherished these moments.

-You never truly got to see him really relax anymore, both with hero work and his constant worry for the baby he always had that wrinkle in between his brows.

-Even asleep.

-Last night’s fight must have taken a lot out of him.

-Getting restless you decided to nuzzle into his neck, leaving feather light on his shoulder, neck and jaw.

-He didn’t even stir.

-Trailing up his jaw you left a kiss on each cheek and two on his nose before cupping his face and peppering his forehead.

-The last kiss was on his lips, feeling him kiss back as he finally woke up.

- “Mmm good morning.”

-You just kissed his nose again making him scrunch it up.

-Placing his hands on your sides, his thumbs rubbed your belly as his lips followed their own trail along your face.

-You giggled as he explored your face letting out small whines every time he kissed a rather ticklish spot.

-He finally reached your lips giving you a long kiss and bringing you flush to his chest.

- “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

-Just then your kid decided it was a good time to sucker punch you in the liver, giving their father their own little good morning.

-Izuku chuckled at your groan and leaned down pecking your stomach.

- “Good morning to you too little one.”

Bonus

- “I think I might be having a kidney failure.”

- “Y/N come on don’t be dramatic.”

- “You want me to kick you in the balls?”

- “No.....”

- “Good now less talking more kisses.”

Todoroki Shouto

-Shouto having a day off is a blessing.

-Your daughters are angels whenever their dad is home wanting to let him relax.

-When I say that the twins are daddy’s girls I mean it.

-It’s not only about them getting what they want it’s also about loving their dad unconditionally.

-They don’t see him as the easy parent who will let them go on with their shenanigans unbothered.

-They just see him less and really miss him so they usually do their best to give him a relaxed and happy afternoon or day off.

-So when he told you that he was taking the week off you guys were so excited.

-Your girls even though they were like three stayed calm and collected, dawning their dad’s infamous poker face when he came home that night, playing quietly on the living room floor.

-The night was really quiet.

-You knew that the girls were excited and were bubbling with energy, they talked your ear off when you broke the news to them but they also wanted their dad to relax.

-Really you could never truly understand them.

-They were the most considerate toddlers you have ever met.

-Since they know that their parent’s jobs are hard, since you are both in the hero business, they always restrained themselves.

-The toddlers Fuyumi or Natsuo described while the babysat, the constantly arguing and bickering twins, were a far cry from what you saw at home.

-Sure they had their slip ups but they were generally well behaved.

-The did crawl onto their dad’s lap though at the end of the night, snuggling into his relative sides and snoozing off almost immediately.

-The next morning you woke up first.

-Todoroki was sleeping almost on you, his arms around your waist as his head was buried into your neck.

-He looked really tired last night, poor baby must have been exhausted.

-You moved some of his hair from his eye tracing the red skin of his scar with your fingertip.

-Long into your relationship he had told you that he felt self conscious about his scar.

- “Not many people will find this attractive, I-I think you could do much better than this.”

-From that day on you had made it your mission to make sure he knew you loved him, scar and all.

-Leaving a few kisses on his forehead you raised his head slightly bringing your lips to the scarred tissue of his eye as you left feather light kisses on the red skin.

-When his grip on your waist tightened you let his head rest back on your chest and whispered a soft I love you.

-That’s when you heard the pitter patter of little feet on the marble floor of your home.

-Whispers could be heard from outside your door and only caught the words ‘breakfast’ and ‘you’re stupid’, before your bedroom door opened ever so slightly.

-Two heads of fluffy hair, one snow white and one fiery red, walked in and made their way to your bed.

-You stifled your laughter as one of your three year olds tripped over one of Shouto’s shoes grabbing onto her sister for support.

-You could feel the glare the white haired girl gave to her twin without having to see it.

-They made their way to your side of the bed, locking eyes with you and waddling to you as quietly as possible.

-They both gave you a few kisses before looking at their dad who was completely oblivious to all this.

-You motioned to them to go around the bed and climb on from his side.

-The twins nodded and before you knew it the two of them were looming over Shouto.

-You kinda expected them to plop down on him and give him a heart attack but you melted when your girls just laid their heads on their dad’s back.

-Shouto stirred at the extra weight but he didn’t wake up.

-After like ten minutes of your snuggling, the twins got restless and started their master plan of waking their father up.

-One of them settled fully on his back while the other moved some of his hair from his eyes, like you had done previously.

-Then the assault began.

-Soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks, under his eye, on his nose.

-Really anywhere they could reach.

-Soon enough Shouto woke up a smile adorning his features as he slowly wiggled out of your arms, placing the twins between the two of you.

-He rested his chin on your white haired daughter and brought an arm over both of them reaching for your hand on the other side.

- “Good morning snowflakes.”

- “Good morning daddy.”

-He made all of you snuggle with him for half an hour before scooping his girls into his arms and walking out the door to make breakfast.

-One of his top mornings no doubt.

Bonus

- “We tried to make breakfast.”

- “But Ren burned the toast.”

- “And you froze the juice.”

- “My little girls are not the best cooks huh?”

-*incoherent mumbling*

Mirio Togota

-To say that Mirio is busy is an understatement.

-Being the owner of a large hero agency and doing his own hero work on the side even though he no longer has his quirk really takes a toll on him.

-Having a four year old son didn’t make things easier.

-He wanted to be there for his child like his father was there for him.

-He hits him really hard when he comes home one night and he finds his son sleeping on the living room couch clearing waiting for him to come home.

-Until recently the two of them had a ritual before they went to bed.

-Your son said that it scared the nightmares away.

-But a handful of paperwork had fallen into Mirio’s hands forcing him to stay longer at the agency, missing his son’s bedtime by two hours.

-It was the first night that you ad let him wait for Mirio knowing how ever since their small ritual stopped happening , nightmares had been keeping the little boy awake.

-But alas sleep had won him over and now he was being carried to bed by his dad.

-Mirio almost had a breakdown later saying that he was a horrible father.

-You had to calm him down by giving him some examples of him being an amazing dad before luring him to bed.

-Later that night your son woke up from a nightmare, trembling and crying out for his parents.

-He spent the night in your bed, Mirio placing him in the middle bringing him flush to his chest.

-He calmed down rather quickly and was asleep in no time, you two following suit soon after.

-The next morning you woke up to small kisses on your forehead as chubby hands held your cheeks.

-It was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

-Big blue eyes looked back at you as you opened your eyes, a small twinkle in them.

-You brought him into a hug, rubbing his back softly as your other hand reached out to grab Mirio’s under the sheets.

-After a mini cuddle session with mini Mirio you motioned to big Mirio and winked at your son.

-Slowly getting up you straddled his hips as you placed your son gently on his chest.

-He let out a low grunt but only placed a hand on your hip turning his head to the side.

-Then you dove in.

-You left small kisses on his jaw, cheeks and lips while your son hugged him really really tightly.

-Your kiss attack continued until Mirio’s giggles bounced off the walls, his arms shooting up to wrap around your back, trapping both of you in his embrace.

-It was his turn to attack you both with kisses, not holding back at all.

-Really your plan kinda back fired.

-When you finally got up almost an hour later, Mirio had that proud smile on his face.

- “Maybe I’m not that bad of a dad after all.”

-You just kissed him again a little more passionate now that you were out of your son’s sight.

Bonus

- “W-when did you come down? I didn’t hear you coming down the stairs.”

- “He has your quirk you dummy!”

- “Don’t call dad a dummy!”

- “Go put some pants on you shrimp!”

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chucklegigglechortlesnort · 4 years

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Domestic Headcanons for the Obey Me! Demon Bros

bc these thoughts plague me and i need to get them out somehow-

Mammon sings in the shower

He thinks no one can hear him

however, everyone, in fact, is able to hear him

No one says anything though because his voice is actually amazing???

like duh they were all once angels, of course they’re all amazing singers

You definitely hear every one of them singing or humming a little tune every now and then

Beel has a super deep singing voice

that shit rumbles and it’s honestly hard not to be lulled by his voice

he sings belphie to sleep

they low key (but not really) fight over who gets to sit next to you for movie nights

mammon is always quick to use his “I’m her first man” excuse, but that get’s old really quick

Lucifer and Satan are hella condescending about it and absolutely roast him

“Mammon, I didn’t know MC mattered to you so much”

“N-NO! Why would I care about some dumb human?”

“Well, if you don’t care about MC then you wouldn’t mind if they sit by me tonight?”

“HEY WAIT-”

It’s too late, he’s talked himself into a corner

“Why does it have to be one of you? Let MC pick who they sit next to” - Levi, in a huffy tone

“Levi~ are you sure you not saying that because you want MC to yourself? Can’t say that I blame you, they’re just so nice to hold don’t you think?” - Asmo

Chaos ensues

Eventually Beel just calmly walks over to you, hoists you up from wherever you’re sitting and plops you on top of his lap, Belphie snoozing not too far away

He wakes up only to snuggle into your chest and then he’s out like a light

Beel loves to cook with you, but Satan makes a better cooking partner

Sorry Beel

He just ends up eating too much of the food

Satan is surprisingly lax in the kitchen, as long as you don’t get in his way too much

He’s definitely picky about how certain foods are prepared.

If you’re not chopping something to the right size, he’s quick to reach around you and guide your movements

does this subconsciously and doesn’t seem to understand the romantic implications of it

(he totally does, he just has an excellent poker face from thousands of years of practice)

rolls up the sleeves of his sweater to make sure they don’t get in the way of food prep

the sight itself is something to drool over, let alone the lovely aroma coming from the stove

Lucifer works really late into the night and sometimes forgets to sleep at all

I mean we all know this but more often than not he tries to get at least four hours of sleep a night but sometimes he just... forgets

so the mighty Avatar of Pride isn’t perfect after all hA

ok but bring him tea

He usually prefers to make it himself, but if you bring it to him in the middle of the night his heart melts, just a little

tells you to go tf to sleep but is actually really grateful

but as soon as you shut the door he has the s o f t e s t expression

It’s not often that he’s the one on the receiving end of care so it’s nice, even if your tea is a bit on the watery side

self care nights with Asmo

SELF. CARE. NIGHTS. WITH. ASMO.

Has literally every skincare product known to all three realms

but only the best of the best when it comes to the both of you

there’s a plethora of delicious but health conscious snacks to choose from, and some cheesy drama playing in the back ground that neither of you are paying attention to

Asmo loves giving you makeovers to get a rise out of his brothers

but he also loves the way you can’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror when he’s finished

Wants you to love yourself as much as he loves himself you

Levi swims in his fish tank when he’s upset

and just whenever he wants to in general really, but there’s something about being in water that makes him feel calm

...

Wants you to join him but he’s hella nervous about it

When he finally works up the nerve his face is beet red and he nearly runs away before you can answer

>is super confident when he’s in his element

He moves through the water so gracefully it’s hard not to fall into a trance watching him swim

notices you staring and it’s such a boost to his ego omf

definitely makes like he’s about to get out and when you reach out to help him he yanks your dumb ass in with him

your DDD is ruined and Lucifer is mad but in Levi’s mind it was all worth it, even if he got in trouble and is mildly embarrassed about it

Mammon is super receptive to affection when he’s tired

he fell asleep on you once when the both of you were hanging out in your room and woke up to the feeling of you running your hands through his hair

he’s so groggy he can’t find it in himself to muster up the tsundere act

he just nuzzles deeper into your hand

if Belphie finds you napping he is 10/10 times going to join you

You’re not “safe” napping alone anywhere that isn’t your room

he doesn’t want his brother’s disturbing you and he himself doesn’t want to disturb you

so he just cuddles up next to you

at first this was especially shocking, not only to you but to the brothers as well but it soon became such an often occurrence that everyone stopped questioning it

partly because Belphie would never answer any questions, opting to just nonchalantly shuffle away

honestly it happens so often and you’ve grown so used to it that it’s more of a shock when you wake up and he isn’t there

is oddly protective of you

has a sixth sense whenever you’re in danger and will straight up materialize to scare away the threat by looming over them with his intimidating aura

asmo does everyone’s nails

you think lucifer has the time to do his own nails??

or that beel would be able to concentrate long enough to finish his second hand with out wanting a snack??

or that belphie would waste hours he could spend napping waiting for nail polish to dry??

asmo takes it upon himself to do their nails for them

the only other person who does it themselves is Levi, who paints his nails while binging long running shonen anime that only requires a part of his attention

they use gel nail polish so it dries quicker and doesn’t chip as easily

you’ve never had a better nail salon experience than at Asmodeous’s at Home Beauty Parlor

He does the hand massage and everything, but only for you

He’s had millennia to practice his craft so if course you’ll be getting the best of the best with asmo

Satan is a closet weeb

now LISTEN- l i s t e n

he probably stumbled across one of levi‘s TSL collection and decided to investigate and was immediately enthralled by the plot and the amazing artwork they held

now he regularly checks out manga from the library and pre pre-orders new upcoming series that catch his eye

his favorited genre is romance, but he also gravitates to magical girl series

make no mistake tho, if you find out somehow, he will have to kill you

please give them affection, none of them are used to it and once you start being casually affectionate with them they’re hooked almost immediately

Obv some are less receptive at first than others - satan, belphie, luci - but that’s okay just give them time

Asmo and Beel are the most comfy with affection and are willing to initiate majority of the time

Asmo always has an arm linked with yours whenever he’s next to you, at the least. He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder so he can nuzzle into your neck to tickle you

Beel will casually pick you up for hugs, and hold you in his arms to make you safe. he also likes to hold your hand just ‘cause

Levi and Mammon want in on the action once they see beel an asmo being so touchy with you, but are definitely in denial about it for like, a week before they give in and stop being so wussy about it

mammon likes to throw an arm around your shoulders just so others stay away, bc you’re HIS human ofc. also likes it when you play with his hair as previously stated.

Levi is a little more shy about it, but loves it when you link pinkies or choose to sit next to him at the dining table and link ankles with him. He’s also hella smug when you lean on him but is also a blushing mess.

Satan, Luci, and Belphie (for obvious reasons) take the longest to warm up to affection. Satan is the first of the three to warm up to it - he loves reading with you cuddled up beside him. not necessarily on him, but with your sides pressed together as you each read your own book or whatever it is you’re doing while he reads

belphie is next, before lucifer surprisingly. this is kinda when he starts joining you for naps and you’re kinda too scared to question it. also seeks you out to use your thighs as a pillow bc they’re the softest

Luci’s heart kinda melts when he sees you being so close with his brothers. His affection is typically head pats that are more him gently and barely combing his fingers through your hair and tucking it behind your ear

In short i love them all more than words

#obey me!#obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #sfw #obey me imagines

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bangtan-sinnamons · 4 years

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Exotic

Part 2

⤞ Paring: Snake!Jungkook x Human!reader

⤞ Summary: When you are stranded on an island full of hybrids, a little someone is excited to meet you.

⤞ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Sprinkle of angst

⤞Warning: None that I can think of.

⤞ Word count: 2,323

UMM I put a bit more angst than I planned on. Pt 2 if y’all love soft kook.

Grudgingly you tried to get up, but quickly realized how futile it was when you had to bite your lip to avoid tears from slipping out. A sharp pain pierced your head and colorful spots flashed your vision, it felt like your whole body had been worn away ceasing every movement to ache. The ground beneath you seemingly wrapped you in its coldness and your damp clothes didn’t seem to help.

For perhaps a split second, you were no longer worried about freezing to death. A rigid feeling grazed your skin and its warm touch made you cease your shaking from coldness, but the fact that you didn’t recognize what was touching you made you anxious. Your vision becomes slightly clearer and you notice someone’s arm have wrapped around your form as they lay beside you. The blood drains from your face, your eyes expanding when you finally see what seems to be a human with scaly patches covering his body.

When he noticed you had stop shaking, he glanced at your expression and he was just surprised as you were, “Oh um Hi,” He nervously breathes out. “You were shivering and I wanted to give you my warmth…I didn’t know you were awake. I’m sorry,” he rambles as he unwraps his arms around you.

“You…” Your voice came out harshly and uneven. Your eyes danced around at your surroundings noticing you were in some sort of cave. You could see the hybrid twitched involuntarily at the corner of your eyes, his mouth formed a tense pout as he awaits for your next words. “You saved me?...Thanks,” you whispered. You were parched and your voice no longer held a sustainable tone.

His eyes brimmed with joy forming little crescents at your words. He felt so full of joy from a simple thanks. That’s when he realized his life wasn’t so bad, if you were by his side. His customary cautious poker face that he had adopted throughout the years exploded into a radiant smile. How did you break his barrier so easily? He sweared he was mentally stronger than this. “I’M…” he said too loudly before stoping to contain his excitement. “I am Jungkook,” he smiles, but If he had a tail you would have seen him wag a 100 miles per hour.

“Hey…I’m Y/N,” you manage to smile back at him and he looks pleased at himself.

He scooted a bit closer to you, to hopefully give you enough body heat again, “How did you get here?” His head tilts in curiosity. He never met a human this close on the island. Well, he didn’t really meet any of the other hybrids either, but this new experience excited him. At first, Jungkook didn’t care when he saw a lifeless human on the shore, he assumed it was one of the evil people who had brought all the hybrids here to rot in their demise, but this human didn’t wear the typical bright and ugly yellow outfit. He slid over to you out of pure curiosity, but he never realized he would bring you into his cave.

“I’m not sure. My last memory was being in a yacht,” you say as you examined the man. His eyes were round and seemed to have glowed when the moon illuminated his hues from the cave. The other noticeable feature besides his scales were his canines being slightly longer than usual. You notice Jungkook give out a soft yawn before looking at you again .“Sorry…I’m probably intruding. Shouldn’t you go to sleep? You helped me a lot already,” you say as he hands you a large leaf filled with water.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m mostly nocturnal.” He smiles as he watches you gulp down the water.

You wiped your wet stained lips when the water dribbled down. “May I ask what hybrid you are?” You heard some people back at home talking about hybrids, but you never really believed it. Now seeing one right in front of you, definitely peaked your interest.

Jungkook was shocked at the question, he didn’t expect you to ask so soon. All the reasons not to reveal his identity came flooding in, as if he would fall back into his hole of anxiety if he did. He panicked with the thought that you would leave him like all the other hybrids, when he told them that he was a snake hybrid. You were already incredibly nice and he didn’t want it to come crashing down, at least not yet.

The words didn’t come out and you noticed his eyes flickering about. “I didn’t mean to pry. Can I just say, I feel oddly inclined to trust you,” you admitted.

“You do?” He stammered. “Thanks, Y/n” The nervous tingle he felt vanish and he was back to his bubbly self.

You sighed in satisfaction when the mood was uplifted once more. “By the way, do you know a way I can get back home?”

He felt conflicted. He wanted to help you, but at the same time he hoped you would somehow stay in his lonely place he had called home. Although he wants you, needs you, maybe even love you... presumably you will have to walk away. In this world, he was never supposed to meet you anyway. He couldn’t possibly steal your happiness for his greedy heart. “Yes, I do,” a soft but audible whisper left his lips. He tells you about how the government had dumped hybrids on this island in order to keep the idea of such beings as a fantasy and away from human minds. He mentions the weekly shipment of hybrids and that’s how you could escape. All you had to do was wait for another 6 days, stand on the dock and go in their ship. Before you know it, the sun had risen and the sleep in Jungkook’s eyes becomes apparent.

“Sleep well, Kook. Thanks for everything,” you soothed as his eyelids seemed to droop.

The nickname he earned continued to soften his cold heart, but your words made him nervous. Why did it sound like a farewell? He tried to stay awake by shaking his head vigorously. The soft hand rubbing his hair didn’t help and he snoozed off into your arms. You had relocated him onto the light that seeped through the cave before stepping out into the wilderness, beyond his small cave.

You started walking, inching toward nothing in particular and enjoying the warm rays. It was different from just going into your backyard to bask in the sun. The wilderness aspect made you feel more free, besides the fact that you were moving agonizingly slow due to the aches in your legs.

Just as you saw a creek nearby, you heard heavy footsteps crunching the leaves. It got increasing louder and moved towards you. You didn’t move a muscle and you held your breathe, somehow believing it would go away if you stayed silent.

“Human?” A raspy voices calls out. “So this new smell was you,” a male hybrid walks out from behind the tree. He was very tall and his shoulder was broad. His face was engraved with a frown. He shook his head in disapproval when he noticed where you had come from. “So you met the snake,”

“Who?” Your brows creased in confusion.

“That cave,” he pointed to Jungkook’s place with a disgusted look on his face. “The snake is really sly, he really likes to size up his prey and treat them nicely before he eats them,”

“He would not. You don’t even seem to know his name, so who are you to judge,” You critizited. His round ears flopped downward before he began to walk closer to you. Way to close and for some reason even though you had talked back to him, he still had an intimidating aura that made you freeze.

He lowered his head near your ear and you felt his breathe on your skin. “I’m just trying to help you out human,” He tries to suppress a growl, but it felt threatening nonetheless. You were afraid, but you try not to let it show. “I’m a bear hybrid I could protect you way better than that fool. Plus I saw a boat sailing nearby that’s probably looking for you. Don’t you want to go home?” he fed you lies hoping you would take it out of desperation. The bear loathed the snake, despised how strong and intelligent he was. He always made sure no hybrid came close, but for some reason you remain unaffected by his words. How dare you go against his wishes.

You backed away from the fuming bear that seemingly wanted to rip your throat , “Too bad I don’t trust you,” it was a risk to provoke a bear hybrid, but the adrenaline pulsing through you made you stick your tongue out before heading towards the creek. It was silent for a while and you had a silver of hope that you won the verbal battle. If it got physical you were fucked. The throb in your body still remained and you were starving. One punch and you are a goner for sure.

“You’re hungry right. I can help,” he made himself known again, but in a calmer manner than before. His fake personality masked over once more, a smile appearing on his face. He really thought you were oblivious to his trick.

You dipped your feet into the cool water that rushed past in a refreshing way. The bear was unwavering from his spot, he stalked you like a small prey. “Don’t need any help,” You say as you observe the slow moving water for some fish. You were able to spot something glimmer in the early morning sun and bended down to get a hold of one. A success, you were glad that you had prior experience. You smirked, seeing the shock register on his face.

“BiTcH. Don’t cry for help when you are eaten alive,” He yells, hands bawling into fists before he shape-shifted and disappeared into the trees. He knew it was pointless to fight a mere human that had no power in the hierarchy of the hybrid world.

Meanwhile, Jungkook shotted up, eyes wandering in search for you. When he recognized your silhouette coming towards him he smiled, but that smile only lasted for a few seconds.

Jungkook’s nose twitched. He recognized the scent coming off you and worry clouded his thoughts. “Did someone try to hurt you?” He hissed, the suffocating smell invaded his cave. Nothing good came from this scent, he had associated it with the depths of hell and the fact that it covered you angered him. He wasn’t able to protect you. “He hurt you didn’t he,” his voice raised up fifty octaves.

He bares his fangs and his forked tongue flicks out subconsciously. He didn’t even realize how all those years of repressing his animalistic side was becoming undone by the second. You watch as his pupils contracted into a vertical slit. His attention was solely focused on you, cutting off anything that could possibly distract him. That’s when he noticed how stiff you were and how your soft smile no longer condoned your facial features.

“Kook…I’m okay. I can kick ass,” you made the effort to sound reassuring, despite how weak you feel.

He sighed, you probably knew that he was a snake by now, but for some reason you didn’t act any different. All the friends that he made ran away after this scent was on them, yet you were still here. This gave him the confidence he thought he didn’t need, but now he couldn’t help but love you even more. “Thats good,” he huffed. Silence filled the cave and he insisted to hear more reassurance. “You really trust me?” he trembled.

The simple caress of his hair became a fulfillment of his desire and crave for affection. “Yes,” you said, running your hand through his hair again until he seemingly purred against your hand. That’s all he needed before his shoulder fell from its intensity and his pupil dilated back to its original state. To be trusted is a great acknowledgment than being loved. If that’s all you can offer then he would gladly accept it.

How did anyone want to hurt this little ball of sunshine? It was as if all the pain in his world had finally found a voice. “I would fight him if I needed to,” you laughed, lightening the mood.

“Fight a bear?!? Don’t do that…” he mumbled, resting his head on your shoulder.

You raised a brow and a sly face appeared, “Kook if I could..” You laughed, when you registered the shock plastered on Jungkook’s face as you shoved him to the floor, one of your hands easing into the space above his right hip. He didn’t even realize that it was where he was most ticklish. Now making him squirm and laugh uncontrollably. “If I could beat you. I can beat a god damm bear”

You were on top of him and his face was brighter than ever. Not Fair. So not fair. He loved you so much even though he’s known you for 10 hours… how can he be so hopelessly in love.

Of course he didn’t dare push you off, so he allowed your assaults to continue, until laughing brought aches in his stomach. You bended down to give a kiss on his nose before you lay beside him , “You got a very boopable nose,” you innocently acknowledge without noticing how Jungkook literally turned into putty in your hands. How was he gonna handle it when you leave him. This left a bittersweet taste in his mouth, but he was gonna enjoy this moment for now. Because there’s nothing better than deep breaths after laughing so hard. Nothing that feels as great as a sore stomach for the right reason.

Part 2

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shining-red-diamond · 3 years

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Ch. 26: Goat Island

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: plans of sabotage, labor pains, mentions of injury and illness

A/N: I thought I’d treat y’all and post a day early.

“I overheard the professor talking on the phone with someone,” Dalia explained her story in the boardroom, “he’s been following you ever since you left London. When he went to bed that night, that’s when I sneaked into his desk to find out what was happening, and that’s when I found all of the maps and notes in the envelope.”

“I knew it!” Taeran shouted. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted him.”

“What exactly is he wanting to do with us?” Hongjoong asked.

“I’m not sure,” Dalia shrugged. “But I know for a fact that he wants Celestia’s necklace. He believes it’s the last missing piece of the diamond.”

“From the way he was staring at her neck at lunch that day,” San’s remembered, hints of anger in his voice, “I don’t doubt it.”

Dinah put a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him, and he gave her a nod in acknowledgement.

“He’s also been following you,” Dalia continued. “He was planning on more ways to stop you, but his ship got stuck in Rome. A part of his ship was damaged from the explosion.”

Everything began to make sense now. The bombs and arrows in Italy confirmed the captain’s suspicions of someone following them. Hongjoong felt trust in a family friend get thrown out the window. The articles Jongho found began to tie together as well. Steinbeck had murdered his colleagues and figured out how to get away with it. How could Steinbeck do this? Status? Money? Fame? He had most of it. It didn’t make sense.

“Is he still there?” he asked.

“No,” Dalia shook her head. “He would call me and keep me up to date of where he was. Last I heard from him was when he got his ship fixed, so I don’t know if he’s following you or not.”

“I checked the radar,” San said, “and no other ship was detected.”

“Well, I would stay alert,” Dalia warned.

“We will,” the captain promised. “For now, let’s find a place for you to sleep while you’re with us.”

After some discussion, it was decided that Dalia would bunk with Yunho for the time being, and of course the mechanic couldn’t stop blushing. The crew then reviewed their findings and what they needed to prepare for Niagara Falls and how to stay wary if the professor followed them there. Taeran acted as the translator for Dalia as she was now possibly taking Celestia’s role as the archaeologist and historian.

“There’s a park nearby called Goat Island,” Hongjoong concluded. “We’ll land and shield the ship in the center. There might be cars or pedestrians walking by, but it’ll be early in the morning when we land.”

“And there’s a hospital nearby,” Yeosang piped up. “Climbing the rocks will be tricky, so if we need medical attention too big for the medical wing, we can go there.”

WIth one last note to be cautious, the meeting was adjourned. Yunho didn’t hesitate to take Dalia by the hand and lead her to his bedchambers, but not without a “Don’t get crazy” warning from Seonghwa. Hongjoong went back to try to rest some more as his illness was still going away, Dinah and Wooyoung went with Yeosang and Phoebe to the dining area for a few rounds of Poker, and everyone else headed to their rooms for the night. Mingi and San were the last two to leave as they had to set the course for Niagara Falls, New York.

“San,” Dahae pulled the navigator aside. “Where was your wife? Is she okay?”

“She isn’t feeling well,” he replied. “So I let her stay in the room. I think she’s just tired, and her pregnancy mixed with the stress of this quest hasn't been good on her.”

“I see. Well, I’m next to watch her when we land next. I’ll make sure she’s getting plenty of rest.”

Celestia sat up straight at the edge of the bed, facing the window. Moonlight beamed in and illuminated the room in a pale blue glow. Byeol was sitting on Celestia’s pillow, and the mom-to-be was listening to Baby Choi’s heartbeats with the doppler. Earlier, she felt that she was having contractions, however, she wasn’t crying out in pain. She still preferred to monitor her body and how the unborn infant was doing.

The bedroom door opened, and San had returned from the meeting.

“You okay, angel?” he asked once he had circled the bed to her side. “How’s our little princess?”

“Which one?” Celestia giggled slightly as she put the doppler away in the nightstand. “The cat? Or the one you made with me? But, they’re fine.”

San chuckled at his wife’s sense of humor. His hand went to her watermelon belly and gently rubbed it.

“As for me,” she continued, “I think I’m just having Braxton Hicks.”

“Braxton what?” San’s brow furrowed. He had heard the term before, but he never really knew what it meant.

“Hicks. I’m having contractions; I’m just not in labor. They’re painful, but I’m able to talk through them.”

“Do we need to get Dahae or have Mingi land somewhere? We left Egypt hours ago, and we won’t be in New York until morning.”

Celestia shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

San sighed and combed his fingers through her voluminous curls. “Okay, but if anything changes, you tell me, yeah?”

“You know I will, honey,” Celestia promised. She cupped his face into her hands and gave him a loving kiss on his lips.

San then excused himself to go change into his boxers before sliding into bed with his wife and kissing her good night. Byeol jumped off the bed and trotted back to her little stack of towels to sleep.

Throughout the night, Celestia kept having contractions on and off. She would sleep a few hours, but sharp pains would wake her up. Her knowledge from online birthing classes allowed her to stay calm and breathe through each one before falling back asleep again. The more this continued, the less she thought it was contractions. Each one was more intense and sharp than the last.

Around three-thirty in the morning, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“San,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Her husband’s eyes opened at the sound of her voice. “What is it?” he groggily answered.

“Please, get Dahae. I think it’s time.”

San’s ears picked up on her labored breathing and the pleading in her voice. He sat up and turned on the lamp.

“Will you be okay?” he asked, his heart racing.

She quickly nodded. She now knew it was real labor as this new contraction constricted her from speaking.

With a quick kiss and a promise to return, San grabbed a shirt and raced out of the room. Once he had his torso covered, he rapidly knocked on the door to the captain’s quarters.

“Dahae!” he half-yelled. “Please, wake up. I think the baby’s coming!”

Quick little footsteps approached the door, and the captain’s fiancée opened it. Dahae’s black hair was tied in a messy bun, and a thick robe covered her small frame. Although she was half-asleep, the concern on her face was ever present.

“Is she okay?” she asked, even though it was probably a dumb question.

“I don’t know,” San panicked. “But she thinks it’s time. She’s been having contractions, but she thought it was Braxton Hicks at first. Now, she can’t even speak.”

Dahae didn’t hesitate to sprint to the Choi’s bedchambers where Celestia was now leaning over the bed and trying to steady her breathing.

“I’m here, Celestia,” Dahae reassured her. “It’s going to be okay. Just keep breathing.”

San was then instructed to fill the tub with warm water to help ease his wife’s pain as Dahae got whatever supplies she needed: doppler, gloves, all of it. Celestia eased herself into the water and sat against the bath cushion as her husband stayed right by her. Over the next four hours, Dahae would check her dilations and time each contraction. Dahae kept one light on to try to keep the sleep horse active. Celestia tried to sleep some, but only dozed as the pain kept her awake.

San hated seeing his wife in such horrible pain. He would never know what pregnancy, labor, childbirth, or even periods would feel like. He wished he could take away her pain somehow. He wanted the baby’s delivery to not be so stressful, but he knew that wouldn't happen. However, he trusted that Celestia’s body knew what it was doing in order to bring Baby Choi into the world. All he could do was be comfort for her and encourage her whenever it would be time for her to deliver.

“San,” Dahae whispered to him. “Hongjoong is calling for the crew to have the morning meeting.”

Glancing over at his wife, he saw that she was snoozing a little. He didn’t want to leave her if anything happened, but the captain needed him as well.

“I’ll stay with her,” Dahae promised. “Grace-Anne is coming to assist.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

Kissing his wife’s forehead, San rose to his feet, his joints stiff from sitting in the bathroom all night. He quickly changed into something for the day ahead and left the room, his mind filled with worry about his wife.

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gorgxoxus · 4 years

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Least favourite song from each episode of Glee:

@angelhummel

Season 1:

Pilot: Can’t fight this feeling

Showmance: Take a bow (omg I have like never listened to this song and it’s a snooze fest big time)

Acafellas: I wanna sex you up

Preggers: N/A

The Rhodes Not Taken: Last name

Vitamin D: Halo/ Walking on Sunshine

Throwdown: No air

Mash up: Thong song

Wheels: Defying Gravity

Ballad: (You’re) having my baby

Hairography: Bootylicious (but they’re all great)

Mattress: Smile (Finchel version)

Sectionals: You can’t always get what you want

Hell-o: Hello/ Goodbye

The Power of Madonna: What it feels like for a girl

Home: One less bell to answer/ A house is not a home

Bad reputation: Physical

Laryngitis: The Lady is a tramp

Dream on: Dream a little dream of me

Theatricality: Poker Face

Funk: Loser

Journey to Regionals: Bohemian Rhapsody

Season 2:

Audition: Billionaire

Britany/Brittany: Toxic

Grilled Cheesus: Papa, can you hear me?

Duets: With you I’m born again

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Dammit Janet

Never Been Kissed: Teenage Dream (sorry not sorry)

The Substitute: Make em Laugh

Furt: Ohio

Special Education: Don’t cry for me Argentina

A Very Glee Christmas: You’re a mean one, Mr Grinch

The Sue Sylvester shuffle: none

Silly love songs: Fat Bottomed Girls

Comeback: Baby (or all songs except for ‘Someone to Love’ because it’s an actual bop).

Blame it on the alcohol: Blame it (on the alcohol)

Sexy: Afternoon Delight

Original song: Big ass heart

Night of neglect: All my myself (but kinda none)

Born this way: Barbra Streisand

Rumours: Never going back again

Prom Queen: Jar of Hearts

Funeral: Back to Black

New York: Bella Notte

Season 3:

The Purple Piano Project: Anything goes/ Anything you can do

I Am Unicorn: Something’s Coming

Asian F: Run the World (Girls)

Pot o gold: Bein’ Green

The First Time: One hand One heart

Mash off: Hot for Teacher

I kissed a Girl: Girls just want to have fun

Hold onto sixteen: Man in the Mirror (for salty Kurt isn’t part of the boys number)

Extraordinary Merry Christmas: Christmas Wrapping

Yes/no: Wedding Bell Blues

Micheal: Scream

The Spanish teacher: A little less conversation

Heart: You’re the Top

On my way: Here’s to Us

Big brother: Fighter

‪Saturday night glee-ver: How Deep is your love? ‬

Dance with somebody: I wanna dance with (somebody who loves me)

Choke: Cry

Prom-a-saurus: Dinosaur

Props: I won’t give up

Nationals: It’s all coming back to me now

Goodbye: Forever young

Season 4:

The new Rachel: Call me Maybe

Britany 2.0: Oops... I did it again!

Makeover: Celebrity Skin

The Break Up: Teenage Dream (acoustic) (again, sorry I don’t like the song)

The role you were born to play: Juke Box Hero

Grease: Look at me, I’m Sandra Dee (Kitty version)

Dynamic duets: Superman

Thanksgiving: Gangnam Style

Swan song: Somethin’ Stupid

Glee Actually: Feliz Navidad

Sadie Hawkins: Baby Got Back

Naked: Torn (but I actually enjoy all these songs)

Diva: Nutbush City Limits

I do: I enjoy them all, every one of them

Boys (and girls) on film: You’re all the world to me

Feud: Bye Bye Bye / I want it that way

Guilty pleasures: Against all odds/ take a look at me now (in terms of performance)

Shooting star: Your Song

Sweet dreams: (You gotta) fight for your right (to party)

Lights out: Everybody Hurts

Wonder-ful: You are the sunshine of my life (unfortunately, but also I love this WHOLE episode)

All or nothing: All or Nothing

Season 5:

Love, love, love: Yesterday

Tina in the sky with diamonds: Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

The Quarterback: No Surrender

A katy or a gaga: Roar

The end of twerk: Blurred Lines

Movin out: An Innocent Man

Puppet master: The Fox

Previously unaired Christmas: Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree

Frienemies: Don’t Rain on my Parade

Trio: Jumpin’ Jumpin’

City of angels: I love LA

100: Defying Gravity

New Directions: Party All the Time

New New York: You make me feel so Young

Bash: Broadway Baby

Tested: Addicted to Love

Opening night: N.Y.C

Back up plan: Piece of my Heart

Old dogs, new tricks: Take me Home Tonight

The untitled Rachel Berry Project: Glitter in the Air

Season 6:

Loser Like Me: Let it Go

Homecoming: Problem

Jagged Little Tapestry: So Far Away

The Hurt Locker: Vocal Adrenaline’s numbers

The Hurt Locker Part 2: Dalton Academy’s numbers

What The World Needs Now: Wishin’ and Hopin’

Transitioning: Same Love

A Wedding: Hey Ya!

Child Star: Friday I’m in Love

The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester: The Trolley Song

We Built This Glee Club: Mickey

2009: Popular

Dreams Come True: The Winner Takes it All

#my opinions #glee #some cold takes here #but it’s fine if you disagree

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axel-fics · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request That when Axel/Lea goes to his s/o’s house/apartment he finds out their a cat person? And he gets to meet all of his s/o’s sweet fur babies.

I’m sorry this took sooo long but I hope you like it!

Cat-Dad!

“So, wanna go back to your place?”

The question completely threw you off guard, and the lack of fronting a poker face said it all. For the last five months that you and Axel have been dating, not once has he been over to your place nor has he ever actually asked. It was always meeting up in various places around town and sometimes ending up at his small apartment at the end of the day. The thought of having him over never really crossed your mind if you were to be honest.

“My place?”

“Yes, your place,” he smiled. “I’ve never been; thought it’d be a nice change of environment from my dungeon of an apartment.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but your place is not a ‘dungeon’,” you laughed, booping his nose with your finger. “But sure, we can do my place. Right after some sea-salt ice cream!”

The entire walk back to your place, your heart thumped inside your chest. You were overthinking over practically nothing: When did I last clean? Did I leave too many dishes in the sink? When was the last time I took out the trash? Mostly, you were worried about Axel finding out about your four cats at home. Yes, that’s right: four cats. It had occurred to you that you never brought up the fact that you had so many cats at home. You felt like a bad cat-mom for not even showing one picture to Axel this entire time!

Fumbling with your keys, you cracked open the door to your apartment and paused. “Hey, you’re not allergic to fur or anything, right?”

“Uhhh, no? Why, do you have a pet?”

“Well…not just ‘a’ pet…”

You opened up the door in full and switched on the lights to your living room. Instantly, you were greeted by one of your four cats, who pranced his way towards to. He looked up curiously at Axel with bright green eyes and cautiously made his way over to him, sniffing him before rubbing himself up against Axel’s legs.

“Awww, Gula’s already warming up to you,” you smiled. Picking up the orange-striped cat, you made your way to the little play area that you had set up in the corner of the living room. A fluffy black head poked out lazily from one of the holes of the three-tier cat home, meowing softly.

“Hi there, Noct,” you cooed.

The cat meowed to you in response before jumping out of his comfy spot, eyeing Axel just as Gula had a few seconds ago.

“You have two cats?”

“Uhmm… four, actually,” you said sheepishly.

“Seriously? Four? And I honestly had you pegged as a dog person,” he mused.

“I love dogs! But my landlord doesn’t allow them. I honestly wasn’t planning on having so many cats, but once I found Gula roaming around Market Street and took him in, I just couldn’t stop myself from rescuing the others.” You placed Gula down on the floor before making your way to the kitchen to grab a few cans of cat food from the pantry.

“You rescued all of them?” Axel’s heart fluttered inside his rib cage. The thought that you actually went out of your way to save not one, but four cats made his feelings for you grow even stronger. He always knew you were a sweet, caring person and this only further proved that point. “So where are the other two?”

“Hiding somewhere most likely; they’re a bit more on the shy side. The gray one is Chirithy and the brown Tabby cat is Lulu. They’ll probably come around once I finish getting their dinner ready.” You continued scooping out the wet cat food onto four small plates before placing them on the floor and joined Axel on the couch.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Axel stretched his arm behind your back and brought you into a side hug, kissing your temple. You giggled, breathing in his scent of cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of the Bistro.

The two of you settled into a comfortable position on the couch, flicking on the TV to watch a movie or two. Throughout the night, the cats would make their way over, intrigued by the new guest. Gula, already stricken by Axel, sat on his lap and purred contently as Axel rubbed his head soothingly. Noct jumped up and walked along the back of the couch, settling down on Axel’s shoulders and wrapped his tail lazily down the side of his neck. Eventually, Chirithy and Lulu appeared. They were a bit more skeptical of Axel, but once they noticed their fellow felines enjoying his company, they too climbed up onto the couch.

By the end of the movie, you looked over to find all four of your cats snoozing lazily on Axel, who was also lightly snoring away. Stifling a laugh, you grabbed your phone and quickly took a photo of the scene and posted it to your Keygram page tagging “World’s Best Cat-Dad!” Instantly the photo received numerous likes and comments from your friends.

Moments later, Axel’s phone pinged with a new message, stirring him from his sleep. “Hey, babe? Why would Isa call me a ‘fur-ball’?”

“Uhhhhhhh….”

Axel opened up his notifications to see one from you, tagging him in a photo with all four cats sleeping on him.

“[Y/N]…”

“Gotta go, byeee!” You jumped up from the couch and ran into the bedroom, Axel hot on your tail and tackled you onto the bed. All four cats poked their heads in the doorframe and watched a playful Axel get his revenge on you as you squealed.

Needless to say, there were many more nights like these to come.

#axel x reader #lea x reader #kh axel #kh lea #cats #one shot #kingdom hearts #yes I named a cat noct

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deepestalienrebelbailiff · 4 years

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Conner home for Christmas

After the exciting subway ride from the city to his parent’s house in the country, Conner had found the usual Christmas celebrations a little bit dull now that he had the power to change the world around him however he wanted.

Sure, he’d had some fun on the day, but in honoring his mother’s wishes, he’d not been allowed his phone out while they were together as family. Sure, he could have amended that stupid rule using the chronivac app, but he couldn’t bring himself to change his mom.

His brother in law, on the other hand, got a bit of an upgrade.

Conner found his brother in law really hard work. He was businessman with little interest outside of the board room. His sister was only with him for his money, and he was a complete snooze fest who felt the world should revolve around him.

After a torturous breakfast, Conner excused himself to “brush his teeth”. Entering his bedroom, he quickly opened his laptop and called up the chronivac software. Within seconds he’d navigated to Nicholas and started working on him. He glanced down his stats and chose to change his name.

‘You were never a Nicholas man, too boring for ya, no – you’ve always been Nick”

He looked down at his age. ‘I always thought you were too old for my sis. She’s only 26 and you’re 35 you cradle snatcher. Let’s bring you down to a decade’

He watched as Nick’s body started to loose it’s frown lines and started getting younger. There was a scream from Conner’s sister, and he realised he’d left world aware on and quickly clicked world unaware and applied it to the previous two changes.

He kept going, changing Nick’s black hair to blonde, his interests from board rooms and accounts, to comic book movies and sports and his job from businessman to professional model. He then had fun tweaking his brother in laws body to that of a professional model. His arse was a sight to behold.

He then made Nick completely fine with any guy or girl playing with his attractive body. They were welcome to squeeze whatever they liked, whenever they liked. And he toggled over to his sister and made her completely fine with it, in fact, everyone was fine with anyone playing with this stud - as long as they didn’t do anything too sexual. That was still for the marriage chambers. Conner still had some sanctity for that bond between his sister and brother in law.

Suffice it to say that Christmas dinner was much better than breakfast, particularly when the family post dinner games involved a game of strip poker, and drinking shots off Nick’s impressive bod.

The tradition in Conner’s family was to take Boxing day morning as a very lazy one. No-one in the house moved until gone 12pm, and Conner was awake at 7am as usual.

Nothing to do, no-one to see, so what would he do with the time?

Of course, he’d open his laptop and start playing.

He looked around the sleepy country town and found a few people he could toy with. He explored the local bedrooms and improved a good number of cocks, decreased the fatties and bulked out anyone who he saw who was too skinny in his opinion. Most people were still in bed and so he searched wider a field. Until he spotted the police station. ‘It would be hot to play with a few cops to start the day’ he thought and clicked on the station. He could see all the different men and women who’d drawn the short straw and found themselves working long hours on boxing day.

He decided to select the police chief. A man in a deep blue uniform, 55 years old with quite a paunch and a balding head. Sargent Bruce Tucker was a man of principle and conviction. A man people didn’t mess with. He’d neglected his family as he was really married to the job, and his wife had left him, and his kids had strained relations with him. Professionally, he was respected as one of the best police chiefs in the state. Personally, he was lost in the same vacuum that many men find themselves in after chasing a career all their lives.

Conner could see all of this from his stats.

‘Ok Brucey boy, let’s get improving you. No longer 55, but police chief at 35.’ Bruce’s body lost years of concern and looked healthier, lithe and his complexion smoothed. ‘No longer fat, but a muscled beast, with particular attention to your arms, chest and arse’. And Conner watched the webcam like image of Bruce started to enlarge. His belly was the one thing reducing as his arms bulged with thick biceps, his pecs pushed out into massive pillows of firm flesh, and his arse bubbled out stretching his uniform until it caught up and amended to the bulk of this bodybuilder cop.

‘Let’s change your bio man. Your wife didn’t leave you because you worked too hard, but after years of trying to work through, you both realised that you were only interested in men sexually. You’re both still great friends and live in the same house as her and your kids. The agreement is that you hook up anywhere except the house, and they all love you man.’

A weight seemed to have lifted off Bruce Tucker, as he sat working at his desk, his face filled with contentment.

‘You’re a good looking son of a bitch too man, let’s make that jaw super sexy’. And Bruce’s jaw reshaped ‘your cheek bones, your nose, your forehead, hell you’re sexy as hell now man. Everyone wants you. Boy, you’re one hot stud, in fact let’s add a nick name here, you’re pals and colleagues all call you Bruce Tucker, the man making fucker due to the way you seduce the hottest and straightest guys into a night with you’

And Bruce’s reality came into being.

Conner spotted a good looking intern working in offices a few doors down from Bruce and decided to check him out. Don was an attractive gym goer who was testing the waters of police work through an internship program. He was straight and had a string of girlfriends who he enjoyed hooking up with. The thrill of juggling a number of girls as the ‘only one’ kept him hard every time.

This guy was full of himself, so Conner increased his muscle mass by 10% and slightly reshaped his face to make him overly attractive. He then gave him a mental prompt to wish Sarge a Happy Christmas.

Don got up naturally and headed to Sarge’s office. He knocked and heard the deep bassy voice of Sarge beckon him in.

“Happy Christmas Sarge, did ya have a good one?” Don confidently asked

“I sure did son, what’s your name again?’ Bruce knew Don’s name but enjoyed seeing the confident lad taken a back.

“D-Don sir”

“Well D-Don, have you brought me a present?”

Don looked suddenly shocked and annoyed that he hadn’t foreseen this

“N-no sir, I forgot it, it’s at home”

“Are you sure you’re not making it up boy?” Don went red

“No matter lad, come over here. I’ve got a present for you”

Don looked at the stallion before him. He’d never been made to feel like this before. He’d been belittled, and spoken down too, and he found himself aroused. He looked up at Sarge and saw a man dripping with sensuality.

He then saw what Sarge was inviting him to enjoy. A massive, growing bulge in his trousers. A thick piece of meat, a size like Don had never seen before.

“But sir, I…I.. don’t swing that way, and we’re at work.”

“O I find that all men are ready to swing my way boy, and you’re no different. Now come and let me play with your fine arse.”

Don couldn’t help himself. He walked over to Sarge who squeezed the 21 year olds worked globes and within a few minutes had Don begging to take his pole deep into his mouth and then deep into his hidden cave of wonders.

Conner smiled, seeing the immense changes he’d made. But it wasn’t only Bruce and Don who were getting down. He spotted a couple making out upstairs.

He navigated toward the room where the lovers were getting hot and sweaty, loosing clothes and kissing everything.

A man called Frank, a well-built guy with a few nicely placed tats, was now showing off his hard earned bod while Daisy was love biting his thick neck. She had her blouse undone and one full breast was hanging out of her lacey bra.

Conner was contemplating spicing up their inevitable sex by increasing Franks cock and deepening Daisy’s hole, when he clicked on Daisy’s relationship and saw that she was married to another guy called James. When Conner clicked on James, he was taken a back by this handsome guy looking back at him through the invisible webcam camera. To his delight he saw that James was walking through the front doors of the station. That’s when he spotted a button he hadn’t seen before.

He hovered over this button and read the brief explanation of how it worked.

Grabbing his headset, he plugged it in, and clicked ‘possess’ mode.

He decided to be more of a voice in the head of James, a voice who could change things about him and all those around him.

As James entered the station, he nodded a greeting toward the chubby guy at the desk and he imagined the guy has a well-muscled cop rather than Mr Dunkin’ doughnuts over there. A weird thought that he’d never thought before, and then he watched as Dunkin’s body started reshaping. His great mass transforming into hard muscle in all the right places. Dunkin had no idea that he’d ever been a lard arse, as he bit into his protein bar.

James quickly moved on, of course he’d imagined that event and he wasn’t interested in guys anyway.

He turned a corner and saw Jed, a particularly handsome ladies man filling up at the water cooler.

‘I wonder what Jed’s like to kiss?’ he thought to himself, well of course Conner has spoken into his thoughts these new ideas. And as he went to pass Jed, Jed said, “Happy Xmas Jimmy boy” and pulled him into a passionate snog with plenty of tongue.

Jed felt his way down James’ back and squeezed his firm butt “man, I’m glad you never miss glute day”. And with a pat on his arse, Jed got back to work.

Conner had of course made all these extra changes normal to everyone except James. As if he wasn’t going to be tortured enough by finding out about his wife. But Conner couldn’t help himself. This was so much fun.

James headed upstairs quickly, trying not to see anyone else. How could this be happening. Every time he saw a guy, he had a gay thought, and suddenly it came true.

He caught the eye of the IT guy, and thought he’d have had a better life as a tech minded jock, and no sooner had he thought it than he saw the guy bulk out, his confidence growing by the second.

He finally got to his buds office. He hesitated outside Frank’s office. What if he had a thought about Frank, but he had to share this with his best bud.

So he opened the door and saw his wife spread eagle taking Frank’s cock, and his best friend and wife’s faces covered in horror.

‘Hadn’t they locked that door?’ – Conner smirked, having unlocked it digitally.

“What the fuck Daisy, Frank. I… I…. don’t know what to say. You traitor’ he said boring his eyes into Franks soul “and you bitch, we’re married.” He stared at his life partner.

But before he could go any further Conner whispered a thought into James’ mind.

“What shall we transform Frank into? A skinny twink, a frat boy, a dumb criminal? We could make Daisy into a whore, or a doll, a poodle?’

Conner let James have more control “I think I’m going to just stay and watch for a bit” he said to the shocked pair, and he locked the door. Conner made some adjustments. He made James gay now, and increased the sadistic streak, while adding a need for these two to still be part of his life.

Frank started pulling out, but James looked sadistically, “No mate, you keep fucking my wife. Let’s make some changes while you do. Neither of you can help it, and both of you love it.”

With Daisy on the table and Frank standing at the table, taking her hard, James went up behind his naked friend.

“Man, you’ve been working out a lot haven’t you.” James started massaging Frank’s muscles. “I can make them smaller” and Frank continued thrusting into Daisy while watching in horror as his muscles diminished. “And I could make your cock tiny” Now Daisy was moaning at the lack of the pleasure rod, and Frank started whimpering at his loss.

“But where would be the fun in that? So man, I’m going to grow you out. You see my tastes have changed today and I’ve got these new abilities. I wanted to share them with my best mate, and that’s what I’m going to do. So let’s make your cock 12” long and 6” in girth. How’s that Daisy? Uncomfortable? Yet pleasuring you. But man, you don’t fit inside her anymore, so Daisy let’s make your hole 11” deep so you can take most of his monster. While you, bad boy, will grow in muscle. Bigger than you were.” James kept massaging his growing friend as the transformation took place.

“You’re now bulging with muscles and you love working out at the gym. All your other hobbies shrivel in comparison to your work outs. You exist to eat, sleep, work out and fuck. Oh and to be the best damn cop you can be with your lower IQ.”

Frank didn’t know whether to smile or cry. He’d just been caught fucking his best pal’s wife, and now was the putty in his angry friends hands. He was fully aware that he had a much bigger body, new feelings toward the gym and new lustful desires.

“Yeah, and Daisy, you’re a complete whore. You love a big cock deep in your hole. You’re not a policewoman anymore. You’re a horny gay Frat boy now, looking for big muscle guys to take your well worked bubble butt.

And he watched as her firm breasts shrunk into flattish pecs, built to some extent through halfhearted gym sessions. They both quickly repositioned as Daisy’s deep vagina grew into a 4” floppy penis, and the 11” deep cavern now became his deep arse hole.

“Frank, you wanted to be part of our lives, so you’re now my bull of a boyfriend. I can bring home whoever I like, but you can only bring back guys when I say it’s ok. And Dai, you’re gonna be our young houseboy at 20. O yeah, and Frank, you’re gonna keep fucking him for the next hour until he’s so sore he’ll find it hard to walk.”

Frank smiled at the pleasure he was about to inflict on the young guy who served him and his boyfriend at home, and at work.

James walked on.

He caught site of himself in the mirror and said “If only I had a more latino look about me, with meaty paws and a beefy build. But plenty of definition” He watched as he grew and changed. His skin darkening a few shades.

He then headed over to the lock up.

He approached the cell with 3 college bros. “What are you lads in for then?”

“Mmm…we sort of messed up a guys face”

“Did you now, and what did he do to you?” “He looked at my bud here like he fancied him”

James took a deep breath “and what’s the problem with that, he’d a good looking lad”

“You’re not a queer too are you officer? It’s not right for him to think those sort of things about my man here”

James smiled “you’re man ey’? Well that can be arranged. How do you feel about that good lookin’?”

The good-looking guy called Drew, who spent a lot of time at the gym and plenty of time in the bathroom using lotions and potions to make his skin shine and his hair stay just that way, looked at James.

“I don’t follow sir? Look I didn’t ask him to attack that lad.”

“How do you feel about him looking at you in that way”

“A bit uncomfortable”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like people thinking about me in that way”

“In what way, what do you think he was thinking about you?” “I don’t know, faggy shit and stuff”

“Ok, well let’s see what sort of faggy shit.” James radio’d upstairs and asked them to bring down the guy they’d attacked.

“Hey, don’t bring that fag down here”

A skinny guy with ginger hair was brought in by a cop who had let himself go over the past few years, but who had now never skipped a gym day in his life, and no-one noticed James’ transformation of the accompanier.

The ginger guy looked terrified

“What’s your name son”

Ginger replied “I’m George”

“HI George, you’ve got nothing to fear. I just wanted to see what you’d been thinking about when you looked at Drew earlier today”

“mmmm….” George did not want to answer

“That’s ok George, you don’t have to say anything. But I’m going to make it happen. The guys here will act out everything you think. And don’t worry about sticking just to what you imagined earlier. You can change anything in this fantasy, including what they each look like.”

The three in the cell looked shocked and horrified. They didn’t know what to say. This couldn’t be real. What the fuck was this cop up to?

But then George looked at Drew and Drew felt really warm. He felt really comfortable and stripped off his top. Drew’s face gleamed with sweat as he started gyrating his hips, dancing to tuneless music as he walked toward George. He then started an erotic dance against the cell bars.

George smiled an unbelieving yet ecstatic smile. He then looked at Drew’s pals and they started to grow. The spark of intelligence in the first bruiser started to dim, as his IQ rolled down and his muscles bulked up. While Drew was beautiful, his two friends now became dumb jocks who wanted nothing more than to lick their sweaty stud, suck on his thick rod and feel it explode inside their deep bubbled butts.

“Would you like Drew to be your boyfriend, and his brutes to be your house boys, or would you like something else? I could allow you to keep the power of transformation for one luck individual if you don’t want these three today.”

George said “just two more minutes” and the fantasized about himself being as sexy as Drew, with bigger muscles and the object of Drew’s affections. His defined muscle mass didn’t decrease from his high IQ and his life would now be funded by his model of a boyfriend, and his two sexy porn star houseboys, who loved to do whatever he said, however humiliating or debasing it was.

James looked at the hot guy in front of him and said “Ok lad, here’s a few more things I want to give you, and with that he added a smattering of tattoos across his body, an ear piercing and two nipple piercings. He then pushed the muscle nerd against the bars and started making out with him. For a moment he realized he wasn’t in control of this. George had fantasied about him too, and the beefy cop fucking him in the lock up was exactly what George got. George loved the feel of this beef cakes thick pole thrusting harder and harder into his deep arse, as he grew the cop with another 100lbs of pure muscle.

Conner loved the way this had developed as he heard the heavy footsteps of his brother In law outside his room calling him down for lunch.

Boy, time had flown, and with that he opened the door, grabbed a handful of brother in law butt and headed down stairs, groping the hunk all the way to the boxing day buffet.

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jiminsjam · 6 years

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I Might Be In Love With You

Summary: After denying your feelings for too long, you are certain you have fallen in love with a certain super soldier.

Word Count: 2K

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Jealousy, Language, Angst, Smut (nothing too deep)

Author’s Note: This is my first imagine in here and hopefully I will be writing more. I am still learning to use Tumblr (LOL) so bear with me. Also, thank you for reading. ENJOY!

(GIF credits to owner)

The alarm you had set on your phone last night rung loudly for what seemed like the millionth time, echoing through your room in the Avengers Upstate. You aggressively reached for the phone on the night stand and tried to snooze it again. Just when your head hit the pillows, a light knock on the door made you look up.

“Y/N, its already six am. You gotta wake up now. Come on.” His voice said through the other side of the door.

You buried your face in the pillows to muffle your voice so he wouldn’t hear you, “Fucking Steven!”

“I heard you, you know.” He chuckled. Of course, he did.

“Whatever Rogers. I will be out in five minutes!” You yelled, getting out of the covers. “Wait for me.”

“Looks like someone is having a bad morning today.” Steve said as you both walked to the gym in the building together.

This had become your everyday morning routine. Steve has been your workout partner for a few months now and honestly, you liked working out with him. Being an Avenger meant growing stronger each day and staying in great shape. Steve was just the guy for it. He taught you some of his fighting moves and forced you to get outta bed every morning so that you don’t get lazy. You had to admit waking up at six in the morning wasn’t something you liked. But you knew, this was better for you and you made sure to thank Steve for keeping up with your tantrums.

“Hello! Earth to Y/N!” He waved his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You alright?” You nodded, assuring him that it was nothing.

After a long walk from your room, you both enter the gym, finding it completely empty as usual. You ran inside and started to stretch. Steve waited until you were done so you could get started on the fighting.

“So, Blondie, what are we learning today?” Standing in front of him, hands on your hips, you ask him.

He thought for a moment or at least pretended to before looking at you, “Honestly, I didn’t plan anything for today. Let’s just work on our defending, okay?”

“Fine by me.”

You got in your position, so does he. Suddenly, he threw punches at you as you effortlessly dodged them. His left leg comes flying to your face but just in time, you managed to lean far back. He missed.

You attacked this time. You threw punched, tried kicks and back flips. He dodged all of them.

“Damn, he’s good at this.” You thought.

It doesn’t take much time for you to come up with a plan to bring him down.

Go for the legs.

You got an opportunity to catch him off-guard and kicked his right leg as hard as you could. Successfully, he fell to the floor but then.... so did you. Your feet slipped in the process. You fell on top of him, both of your faces just inches away.

You looked into his eyes and they are just so blue. You were panting. He was too. You couldn’t help but laugh out loudly because of the Great Fall of Steven Rogers. You face falls in his neck and you continued to laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh too. You both were a laughing mess when you hear someone fake coughing behind you to catch your attention.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.” You looked up to see Bucky standing by the door. You quickly gathered yourself and stood up, offering your hand to Steve.

“She brought me down again.” Steve told Bucky with a smile. He was proud of you.

“Good.” Bucky almost ignored you both. He had a strange look on his face. He was frowning and seemed so annoyed the whole time.

“Well Y/N, you can-” He raised his voice a little louder for Bucky to hear, “Stay a little longer to practice.” He emphasized the word and smirked at you. “But I gotta go. See ya.”

There he was at it again. He left the gym, grinning at you.

Steve knew about your stupid little crush on his best friend. He tried so hard for you and Bucky to get together and talk to each other but Bucky never seemed to be interested. So, you stopped trying.

You thought it was only a crush and you would get over it, but your heart didn’t seem to agree. Every time he walked into the room, he would leave you breathless. Every time you looked at you with his perfect blue eyes, your heart would skip a beat. Every time he touched you, just a slightest bit, goosebumps would rise on your skin. Every time he spoke to you, his raspy voice would sound like music to your ears.

These little things made you fall in love with him every day. As much as you liked the feeling, you couldn’t let it lead you on. He’s been to distant from you for the past few months and it ate you up alive. You always thought about where you went wrong that made him hate you.

“Good Morning, Bucky.” You told him, trying to make conversation. But you couldn’t as his back was facing you this whole time.

“Mornin’“ He said, wrapping a long piece of cloth on his hands for boxing, not even bothering to look at you.

“You need a partner for practicing? I’m free now.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see your face.

Then finally he turned around, and peeled the tight t-shirt off his well build body and threw it at one corner of the gym. You chocked on your breath, swallowing hard as he stood there, looking... so good.

He walked towards you, you stiffened. Numbness took over your body and you felt you couldn’t move. He was so close now, you could practically feel his breath falling on your face, “No, Y/N, I am good, Why don’t you after Steve? I am sure his waiting for you in his bedroom.” With that, he stormed out of the gym.

“Okay, what the fuck just happened?” You said to yourself.

You had ENOUGH! You showered after the gym and were determined that you would confront Bucky about his odd behavior towards you. You were on your way to his room but to your luck, you found him in the hallway.

“We need to talk.” You say, standing upto him.

“So talk.” He says, looking at you. No emotion in his voice.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You asked him, directly. “Or in other words, Why are you being such a bitch to me?”

“I am not.” He simply stated. You felt your blood boil at his words. Just as you were about to throw a sassy remark at him, Steve appeared out of no where.

Way to ruin the moment, Steve!

“Y/N, do you wanna go for a movie?” He said. I am tryna talk here!

“Yes.” Bucky turned to him, giving a fake smile, “Of course, she does.”

Then again, repeating his actions he left me alone again.

“Woah, what’s up with him?” Steve asked, walking towards me.

“UGH! I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

“Slow Down! What’s wrong?” He asked, completely clueless about what the heck was going on.

“Bucky has been acting so distant with me lately. I tried to talk to him about it and then you appeared outta no where. He saw you, acted like nothing happened and stormed off.” You crossed your arms and huffed.

He looked at you like there were two horns on your head, then started laughing hysterically.

“Its not funny, Steve!” You shoved his chest, pushing him away.

“He’s jealous, Y/N.” What?

“The fuck you sayin’?” My eyes widened at his words.

“Y/N,” He breathed before continuing, “We have been best friends for over a hundred years. I am sure I would know when he’s in love with someone.” He grinned at me.

Then, me being me, I started laughing. Again. Louder this time.

“Bucky Barnes? In love with me?” I laughed.

After I was done laughing for five minutes straight, he looked at me with a poker face.

“What are you implying, Steve?”

He smirked.

“I would like to thank everyone for coming. It was very short noticed-” Tony looked your way, flashing a cheeky smile, “But I am glad you people could make it.”

“Steve, you have five seconds to explain what the fuck you and Tony are doing!” You whisper-yelled to Steve, making sure no one hears you.

“We are gonna make Buck jealous.” He almost sings, smirking at you again.

“OH NO, THIS IS BAD.”

“Just wait and see.”

Just then, Bucky entered the room. His gaze fell on you, he almost smiled. But then, he saw Steve sitting beside you. He lowered his head and walked towards the bar.

“Hey Buck!” Steve called him from across the room. NO, THIS IS BAD! “Come sit with us!” He loudly said, over the music.

“Don’t do that!” You whispered, angrily. “Don’t call him here!”

Too late. He walked towards your table where you, Nat, Steve, and then Bucky were sitting. He sat opposite to you and Steve, beside Nat, smiling.

“Y/N, you look so beautiful tonight.” Steve had one arm draped around your shoulder, his fingers slowly running up and down your shoulder.

You glared at him but it changed to a smile soon, “Thank you, Steve.”

“You are welcome, gorgeous.”

You raised your head to look at Bucky who’s face and ears were now blood red and he was fuming with anger. While, Nat sipped her Martini, trying so hard not to laugh at our situation.

There was this awkward silence\ tension in the air but Bucky breaks it, “Nat, you wanna go get a drink?” He held his hand out for her.

Nat awkwardly looked at Steve and back at you. You could tell she couldn’t say no his request.

You glared at Steve, shoving him by the chest as he fell on the couch, “I told you he didn’t like me!”

He sat up again, closer to you than you thought, “Y/N, kiss me.”

“What?”

“Do it!!”

You brought your lips closer to his. He huffed, cupped your face and kissed the hell outta you. You broke the kiss, looking him in the eye when suddenly a glass crashed from a distance.

It was Bucky.

He saw you and Steve kissing.

This wouldn’t end well.

“Bucky, wait!”

“Bucky!”

“Stop!”

And there you were. Running after him from the party he just left. Or running away from a party which was especially arranged to make him jealous.

You felt like your brain was going to explode because of the whole drama going on. That moment, you hated Steve so much. But internally, you were happy that you and Bucky were going somewhere (probably).

“Bucky, please!! Listen to me.” Then he finally turned around.

“What’s there to listen now, huh, Y/N?” He tauntingly said, walking towards you.

Seeing him almost hovering over you, your feet took steps backwards, but then your back hit the wall, making you stiff in your position, “Bucky, he kissed me to make you jealous.” You sighed, biting your lower lip. Bucky seemed like his eyes would pop out of the socket at your confession. “This whole... This whole party was planned by Tony and Steve to make you jealous. I am sorry. Steve-”

“Wait, Steve planned all this? To make me jealous?” He asked, still hovering over you.

“Yes! I told him not to!” You said, looking up at his beautiful face. Gah, he is so beautiful that sometimes you wanna cry seeing his face. “Did it work? The plan?” You shyly asked.

“Fuck yes!”

You woke up to a strange feeling of coolness surrounding. You sat up straight, yawning a little. Last night’s events playing like a tape in your head. You smiled, looking down at his peaceful self.

There he was. Sleeping right beside you.

He looked so precious. His brown hair was falling on his face. You reached your hand out to tug the strand of hair behind his face, admiring his sleepy state. Lowering your head, you placed your lips on his forehead, kissing it softly.

Bucky groaned a little but his expression changed, seeing you. He smiled.

“Good Morning, Sunshine.” You said, laying back down, facing him.

“Good Morning, Doll.” He smiled one of his million dollar smiles.

He brought his face up to yours and kissed you, It was nothing to dramatic but it was of love and full of passion. He lied down, still smiling like a child on Christmas Morning.

“I know it might be too soon to say this,” You breathed before continuing, “But I might be in love with you.”

“I AM in love with you, Y/N.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #infinity war #captain america #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider x reader #civil war #the first avenger

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What You Do Together- Akatsuki

A/N: Please do not reblog unless credit to me is given or it is directly from my tumblr, thank you!!

Pein: It was a particularly cold day when you decided to go food shopping. The village was relatively close to the Akatsuki's hideout so the walk wasn't too tedious. You soon found out the men of the Akatsuki had no idea how to take care of themselves so you became the Leader's right hand where he trusted you with practically everything, but you'd both never tell anyone that, too risky. However, you took it among yourself to go food shopping once a week to make sure you were all fed. It was a rare occurrence for Pein to accompany you on your trips. Yet, that cold morning found the mop of orange hair walking alongside you. You huddled relatively close to your leader/friend/secret crush due to the harsh wind but he didn't push you away, in fact, unbeknownst to you he enjoyed your warmth. Your face was red from the chill, whilst your chin was snuggled into your scarf but he could tell you had a small smile on your face. You enjoyed spending what time you could with Pein even if it was doing trivial things such as shopping. He was very easy to shop with despite his intimidating aura, he was sensible and didn't 'sneakily' put things in the cart like Deidara does. This soon became a regular occurrence.

Itachi: You enjoyed reading, that was no secret to anybody. You always carried a book with you, even on missions because you knew those could contain dull moments. However, when Itachi found out this little fact about you, he happily showed you his collection of which covered shelves upon shelves in his room. That's why the two of you are often found reading together. Your favourite spot was usually the couch with your legs strewn over his lap a book in both your hands. Sometimes, Itachi would even fiddle with whatever fabric covered your legs, or if there was no fabric his fingers would absentmindedly tap your legs. You tested that position when you simply wanted to lie down but was too lazy to climb the stairs to your room. You flopped in your usual spot but then plonked your legs in his lap with no warning. He was shocked at first but a small grin formed as he settled himself into the new position. Little conversation flittered between the two of you, but when words were uttered they were usually about how you were enjoying your book or if you wanted tea. You often looked forward to those moments of serenity. Kisame: You knew Kisame loved the water so that was usually where you found him relaxing, training, sometimes even snoozing. You enjoyed spending time with Kisame so you soon learned to love the water nearly as much as he did. Therefore, the both of you spent time swimming or floating. He often watched you do laps of the pool when you wanted to work out, and he marvelled at the way your body rippled under the water. Plus, he got a chance to see you dressed in different swimsuits and bikinis. You didn't mind the view of his toned chest either. He would often bring up contests for the two of you to partake in: who can swim from edge of the pool to the other the fastest, diving contests, who can hold a handstand under water for the longest, who can hold their breath the longest (one challenge you never won). However, when all the competitions were done you two would lounge with your towels around your necks and legs in the water, big grins on your faces as you fought over who actually won the last contest. Hidan: You two could often be found.... arguing. To find you people just had to follow the noise and there you both would be, your foreheads pressed together, faces red, fists grabbing the front of t-shirts and cloaks. You would argue over the most trivial things but you hated to admit you enjoyed the way his attention was solely on you, you enjoyed the way his face flamed and his face got closer to yours. HE adored the way you went through numerous facial expressions in under a minute, the way your lips lifted in a smirk when the both of you knew you were right (not that he would admit that). He was often the one to pull you closer to him so that your voices would lower to growls, making the scene more intimate. You both did other things together but most escalate into arguments, for example: you'd been cleaning up after dinner and Hidan huffed before drying them for you. It was silent for a moment before you made a comment about him making a very handsome maid... Let's just say he didn't appreciate that comment.

Kakuzu: Despite his love for money, Kakuzu could sometimes be a gambling man. That's why you could often be found playing cards. You'd been a beginner cards player but when you met Kakuzu you'd asked him to teach you the higher end games. You constantly challenged him to matches which, with a roll of his eyes, he often accepts. You used to play for money but when you noticed how sore of a loser Kakuzu was when it came money, you started betting food, chores, missions, and even silly dares such as going up to Hidan and licking his cheek then running off. You'd been chased around for an hour after losing that game. Kakuzu may be a sore loser when it came to money but the joy on your face when you won caused all of his hearts to skip a beat. The mischievous glint you got in your eye when you begin a game used to make him weary but now it made adrenaline rush in his veins. You enjoyed that Kakuzu's poker face was absolute behind his mask which made your determination to win even stronger. Sasori: You both worked together. That didn't necessarily mean you worked on his puppets with him, you both just used the same works-pace which literally just meant a long bench. While he would tinker with his puppets you would often write. However, he would sometimes catch you not working at all but rather watching him work, or toying with a discarded part of his puppet. You simply enjoyed his company and he yours, but that was never said aloud. What you didn't know was that he sometimes watched you work as well, your teeth biting your lip in concentration, your eyes narrowed at the small words you created. Your hair often became messy when you worked despite not even touching it.If Sasori could blush he would just by simply looking at you work. Then he'd go back to his own work, his focus slipping every now and then back to you. He only wished he knew what you were thinking, if he did know, he'd soon find a lot of your thoughts were on him. Deidara: Deidara loved to show off his creations so he would usually lead you to a clearing or a hilltop. Just as when you met, he would stand by your side, present the creation to you in a grand manner then throw it in the air and make it explode. He experimented with different colours which brightened the sky in the most beautiful way. You were so excited when he let you throw one of his clay birds and it exploded in a vibrant F/C. From that moment on he let you throw more and more, both of you drunk on adrenaline and joy. It often took a few throws before his attention was torn from his art onto you. As his clay exploded so did the smile on your face, the smile he craved every moment of the day. His smile would mirror yours and he would show some experimentation he had been working on which doesn't always end well for the two of you. Once, you were blown so far back the grass stains in your clothes wouldn't come out and the cuts on your face were worth it, although, Deidara wouldn't stop apologising the entire day. Tobi: In spite of his hyperactive personality, Tobi was an excellent cook so you two were often in the kitchen. You would take turns on who cooked that night whilst the other acted as the assistant. However, Tobi far excelled your skills in the kitchen much to your chagrin. He'd often get you taste test for him which you enjoyed and he used every excuse possible to hug you. This usually happened when you were at a pot or chopping vegetables. He would yell praises into your ear at high volumes but you appreciated the sentiment. Your praises were often more subtle than his but the satisfied hums he received when you taste his food was enough for him. Your face would contort into bliss which made his hard work worth it and his heart leaps to his throat when you fixed him with those happy eyes. Zetsu: Due to Zetsu being part plant you both spent a lot of time outside. This often led to you laying in the grass basking in the sun whilst he talked to you about the different types of flowers or trees that surrounded the two of you. When it wasn't a particularly nice day the two of you would retreat to his greenhouse where you'd listen to him -both sides of him- gush about his plants. It was when he'd finally look at you, your chin resting in your palm, your eyes glittering with interest that both sides of him would flush and start to stutter his way through his next sentence. You would often giggle when both sides argued with each other, often over how to talk to you but when you spoke to them they would halt, stare at you wide eyed then slowly return to their argument, their faces ablaze.

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thesmithsfiend · 6 years

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GOLDEN AGE OF LOONEY TUNES REFERENCE GUIDE

Golden AGE Of Looney Tunes Volume 1 Disc #1 Side 1: • Smile, Darn Ya, Smile! (1931) • Shuffle Off to Buffalo (1933) • Page Miss Glory (1936) • I Love to Singa (1936) • Have You Got Any Castles? (1938) • Speaking of the Weather (1937) • Katnip Kollege (1938) Disc #1 Side 2: • The Wild Hare (1940) • Daffy Duck and Egghead (1938) • Odor-Able Kitty (1945) • A Tale of Two Kitties (1942) • I Haven't Got a Hat (1935) • Life with Feathers (1945) • Walky Talky Hawky (1946) Disc #2 Side 1: • Cinderella Meets Fella (1938) • Hamateur Night (1939) • Thugs With Dirty Mugs (1939) • Cross Country Detours (1940) • Dangerous Dan McFoo (1939) • The Bear’s Tale (1940) • The Crackpot Quail (1941) Disc #2 Side 2: • Wabbit Twouble (1941) • Horton Hatches the Egg (1942) • The Hep Cat (1942) • A Corny Concerto (1943) • Kitty Kornered (1946) • The Great Piggy Bank Robbery (1946) • The Big Snooze (1946) Disc #3 Side 1: • The Night Watchman (1938) • Old Glory (1939) • Sniffles Takes a Trip (1940) • The Dover Boys (At Pimento University) (1942) • My Favorite Duck (1942) • The Aristo-Cat (1943) • Inki at the Circus (1947) Disc #3 Side 2: • Rhapsody in Rivets (1941) • Pigs in a Polka (1942) • Little Red Riding Rabbit (1944) • Duck Soup to Nuts (1944) • Hare Trigger (1945) • Back Alley Oproar (1948) • Tweetie Pie (1947) Disc #4 Side 1: • The Heckling Hare (1941) • Hare Tonic (1945) • Hare Ribbin? (1944) • Bugs Bunny Nips the Nips (1944) • A Hare Grows in Manhattan (1947) • The Unruly Hare (1945) • Gorilla My Dreams (1948) Disc #4 Side 2: • Nasty Quacks (1945) • Hair-Raising Hare (1946) • The Bashful Buzzard (1945) • Daffy Doodles (1946) • Little Orphan Airedale (1947) • Baby Bottleneck (1946) • Book Revue (1946) Disc #5 Side 1: • The Coo Coo Nut Grove (1936) • Daffy Duck in Hollywood (1938) • Hollywood Steps Out (1941) • What's Cookin' Doc? (1944) • Hollywood Daffy (1946) • Swooner Crooner (1944) • Slick Hare (1947) Disc #5 Side 2: • Tortoise Beats Hare (1941) • Tortoise Wins by a Hare (1943) • Rabbit Transit (1947) • Bugs Bunny Gets the Boid (1942) • The Old Grey Hare (1944) • Bugs Bunny Rides Again (1948) • Haredevil Hare (1948)

GOLDEN AGE OF LOONEY TUNES VOLUME 2

Disc #1 Side 1 - Musical Madness:

You Don't Know What You're Doin'! (1931) * Goopy Geer (1932) * Three's a Crowd (1932) * We're in the Money (1933) Honeymoon Hotel (1934) The Lady in Red (1935) The Penguin Parade (1938)

Disc #1 Side 2 - Early Wabbits:

Prest-O Change-O (1939) Hare-um Scare-um (1939) Elmer's Candid Camera (1940) Elmer's Pet Rabbit (1941) Hiawatha's Rabbit Hunt (1941) Hold the Lion, Please (1942) Fresh Hare (1942)

Disc #2 Side 1 - Frank Tashlin:

The Major Lied 'Til Dawn (1938) Cracked Ice (1938) Brother Brat (1944) Plane Daffy (1944) A Tale of Two Mice (1945) Behind the Meat-Ball (1945) Hare Remover (1946)

Disc #2 Side 2 - Chuck Jones:

The Little Lion Hunter (1939) The Draft Horse (1942) Flop Goes the Weasel (1943) Lost and Foundling (1944) Fair and Worm-er (1946) What's Brewin', Bruin? (1948) Rabbit Punch (1948)

Disc #3 Side 1 - Bob Clampett:

Goofy Groceries (1941) The Wacky Wabbit (1942) * Buckaroo Bugs (1944) * An Itch in Time (1943) * The Gruesome Twosome (1967) * Draftee Daffy (1945) * Bacall to Arms (1946) *

Disc #3 Side 2 - McKimson & Davis:

Acrobatty Bunny (1946) * Hollywood Canine Canteen (1946) * The Mouse-Merized Cat (1946) * One Meat Brawl (1947) * Mexican Joyride (1947) * Mouse Menace (1946) * Catch as Cats Can (1947) *

Disc #4 Side 1 - Fables & Fairy Tales:

Beauty and the Beast (1934) * Little Red Walking Hood (1937) * A-Lad-In Bagdad (1938) * Robin Hood Makes Good (1939) * Tom Thumb in Trouble (1940) * A Gander at Mother Goose (1940) * Jack-Wabbit and the Beanstalk (1943) *

Disc #4 Side 2 - The Art of Daffy:

Yankee Doodle Daffy (1943) * The Wise Quacking Duck (1943) * Daffy - The Commando (1943) * The Stupid Cupid (1944) * Birth of a Notion (1947) * To Duck....or not To Duck (1943) * What Makes Daffy Duck (1948) *

Disc #5 Side 1 - Best Supporting Players:

The Hardship of Miles Standish (1940) * Hop, Look, and Listen (1948) * Roughly Squeaking (1946) * The Goofy Gophers (1947) * Scent-imental Over You (1947) * Crowing Pains (1947) * Of Fox and Hounds (1940) *

Disc #5 Side 2 - Variations on a Theme:

Tick Tock Tuckered (1944) * Good Night Elmer (1940) * Bedtime for Sniffles (1940) * A Pest in the House (1947) * Trap Happy Porky (1945) * The Unbearable Bear (1943) * Daffy Duck Slept Here (1948) *

GOLDEN AGE OF LOONEY TUNES VOLUME 3

Disc #1 Side 1 - Harman-Ising:

One More Time Red-Headed Baby Pagen Moon A Great Big Bunch of You The Shanty Where Santy Claus Lives One Step Ahead of My Shadow The Dish Ran Away With the Spoon

Disc #1 Side 2 - Bugs Bunny:

Wackiki Wabbit Hare Force Super-Rabbit Herr Meets Hare Bugs Bunny and the Three Bears Stage Door Cartoon Easter Yeggs

Disc #2 Side 1 - Chuck Jones:

The Squawkin' Hawk Inki and the Mynah Bird From Hand to Mouse Fin N' Catty Fresh Airedale The Eager Beaver House-Hunting Mice

Disc #2 Side 2 - Fritz Freleng:

Pigs is Pigs The Cat's Tale Lights Fantastic Ding Dog Daddy The Wacky Worm Peck Up Your Troubles Racketeer Rabbit

Disc #3 Side 1 - Early Avery:

I Wanna Be a Sailor Circus Today Aviation Vacation Aloha Hooey Holiday Highlights Crazy Cruise The Cagey Canary

Disc #3 Side 2 - Tashlin/Clampett:

Little Pancho Vanilla Booby Hatched I Got Plenty of Mutton Farm Frolics Falling Hare Birdy and the Beast Russian Rhapsody

Disc #4 Side 1 - Sports:

Freddy the Freshman Boulevardier From the Bronx Along Flirtation Walk Sport Chumpions Greetings Bait Screwball Football Baseball Bugs

Disc #4 Side 2 - The Evolution of Egghead:

Egghead Rides Again Count Me Out Johnny Smith and Poker Hontas A Day at the Zoo Believe It, or Else A Feud There Was Confederate Honey

Disc #5 Side 1 - Porky and Daffy:

Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur Slightly Daffy Ain't That Ducky Wagon Heels Along Came Daffy Nothing But the Tooth The Up-Standing Sitter

Disc #5 Side 2 - Politically Incorrect:

Wake Up the Gypsy in Me He Was Her Man Sioux Me The Mighty Hunters A Feather in His Hare The Early Worm Gets the Bird Inki and the Lion

GOLDEN AGE OF LOONEY TUNES VOLUME 4

Disc #1 Side 1 - Bugs Bunny:

The Wabbit Who Came to Supper The Hare-Brained Hypnotist The Case of the Missing Hare Hare Conditioned Buccaneer Bunny Rhapsody Rabbit Any Bonds Today? A Wild Hare - original version

Disc #1 Side 2 - Early Chuck Jones:

The Good Egg Ghost Wanted Snow Time For Comedy The Bird Came C.O.D. Dog Tired Fox Pop The Weakly Reporter

Disc #2 Side 1 - Friz Freleng:

The Trial of Mr. Wolf Double Chaser The Sheepish Wolf Hiss and Make Up Holiday for Shoestrings The Gay Anties Of Thee I Sting

Disc #2 Side 2 - Cartoon All-Stars:

Tom Turk and Daffy I Taw a Putty Tat Two Gophers From Texas Conrad the Sailor Doggone Cats A Horsefly Fleas Hobo Bobo

Disc #3 Side 2 - Radio Daze:

Crosby, Columbo, and Vallee The Woods are Full of Cuckoos Let It Be Me Little Blabbermouse Malibu Beach Party Quentin Quail Hush My Mouse

Disc #3 Side 2 - Frantic Forties:

Hop, Skip, and a Chump A Hick, a Slick, and a Chick Meatless Flyday The Foxy Duckling Bone Sweet Bone The Rattled Rooster The Shell-Shocked Egg

Disc #4 Side 1 - Wacky Blackouts:

Land of the Midnight Fun Wacky Wildlife Ceiling Hero Fresh Fish Saddle Silly Foney Fables Bug Parade

Disc #4 Side 2 - Ben Hardaway & Cal Dalton (and Private Snafu):

Love and Curses Gold Rush Daze Bars and Stripes Forever Hobo Gadget Band Fagin's Freshman Busy Bakers Snafuperman Spies

Disc #5 Side 1 - Sniffles:

Naughty But Mice Little Brother Rat Sniffles and the Bookworm The Egg Collector Sniffles Bells the Cat Toy Trouble Brave Little Bat

Disc #5 Side 2 - Merrie Melodies:

The Queen Was in the Parlor I Love a Parade The Organ Grinder Billboard Frolics Flowers For Madame September in the Rain You're an Education

GOLDEN AGE OF LOONEY TUNES VOLUME 5

Disc #1 Side 1 - Black & White Classics:

It's Got Me Again! (1932) Moonlight for Two (1932) A Great Big Bunch of You (1932) You're Too Careless with Your Kisses (1932) I Wish I Had Wings (1932) Young and Healthy (1933) I Like Mountain Music (1933)

Disc #1 Side 2 - Early Avery:

don't look now i only have eyes for you ain't we got fun a sunbonnet blue the sneezing weasel the mice will play detouring america

Disc #2 Side 1 - Freleng Follies:

she was an acrobat's daughter sweet sioux the lyin' mouse my little buckeroo the fighting 69 1/2th rookie revue fifth column mouse

Disc #2 Side 2 - Musical Madness:

the merry old soul mr. and mrs. is the name into your dance country mouse bingo crosbyana the fella with a fiddle now that summer is gone

Disc #3 Side 2 - Pesky Pets:

the cat came back country boy dog daze dog gone modern the curious puppy stage fright snowman's land

Disc #3 Side 2 - Objects d'art:

those beautiful dames little dutch plate i'd love to take orders from you toy town hall my green fedora streamlined greta green shop, look & listen

Disc #4 Side 1 - Animal Antics:

pop goes your heart i wanna play house i'm a big shot now when i yoo hoo at your service madame a star is hatched plenty of money and you

Disc #4 Side 2 - Supplemental material (CAV):

hare ribbin' (director's cut) the return of mr. hook (U.S. Navy) the good egg ( U.S. Navy) tokyo woes (U.S. Navy) my dream is yours (excerpt from film) two guys from texas (excerpt from film)

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June 28 Blurr’s HOrror Stream - Life

A Hot Rod showed up. Drift fell all over himself.

Apparently he’s tired of the type of movie endings this one has, because he ranted a bit about it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: [[ fair warning, comcast is sucking asss today, so i may possibly lose the stream )) B l u r r: [[ im not even showing anythingand it's dropping frames ]] Hot Rod: ( iM HERE ) B l u r r: ( A SMOL! ) B l u r r: / skids in on fast pedes and vents. Hiss steam from pauldrons. He is here! / Soundwave: *Rumble stumbles in after him, slightly off-balance.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Somebody catch th' plate on that fragger?// Hot Rod: *so conFUSED as he comes in* B l u r r: / snickers and flicks claws in his direction / B l u r r: Hnn? /a new face. He doesn't recognize it / Hot Rod: *squinty-eyed look at the others* "...Bonjour...?" Sunstreaker: -and he's here in place of Blaster tonight- B l u r r: ... /sharp tooth grin/ Bonjour. K-Kyeheheh. Hot Rod: *nervousness intensifies, as he plants his servos on his hips* "Alright, merci beaucoup, strange one." B l u r r: Blurr. /motions around with claws/ This is my ship. Sunstreaker: -glances around at the crowd. Only recognizes a few. Gets ready for a long night of not knowing what is going on- Hot Rod: *nods and looks around* It's a very... /nice/ ship. B l u r r: How sweet... B l u r r: You haven't even seen the best part of it yet. B l u r r: But, that's off limits for now. Hot Rod: "It's /quite/ alright. Im content on standing RIGHT HERE.." Bevel: *trundles in* B l u r r: Kyeheheh, if you want to. Whirl: *slinks in and makes his way for his hammock* Sunstreaker: -snorts, and goes to sit, somewhere out of the way- B l u r r: Snacks are set up. We just got new supplies, so they're all fresh. B l u r r: So, feel free to pick and choose. /vents/ Or what have you. Drift: *look who finally showed up!* B l u r r: / wiggles claws at / Drift: ((which continuity hot rod is here? 0v0)) Whirl: *sticks out the legy to rock his hammock* Anything liquid? And strong enough to strip the paint off ya? B l u r r: (( hes tyran, i think )) B l u r r: (( he new friend! )) B l u r r: Yes, we made liquid treats this time. Bevel: *waves to Blurr as she gets some of said liquid treats* B l u r r: / waves at Bevel / Drift: *wiggles fingers at blurr, and flops next to* B l u r r: / smirks at / B l u r r: D: where hot rod go? I was excite to see! )) Bevel: *now to find someplace to sit* Hot Rod: ( omg sorry IM HERE ) Whirl: And the "strong enough to strip your paint" bit? B l u r r: ( yay! ) B l u r r: ... Hell, I don't know. I have a different flavor pallette. B l u r r: But, I know one of them smells extremely sweet. Whirl: Hmm. *hauls himself up and stalks over to inspect them* Hot Rod: *claps his servos together* alright, i need names. Who are you all??? Bevel: *looks up from the drink she's grabbed* My name is Bevel. B l u r r: You already know me. /eyeing him/ And I think I know you. Hot Rod: ( eyes him back ) "Monsieur, I do not think you do." B l u r r: No, but... I could know you real fast. /licks sharp denta/ You look like you taste good. Whirl: *holds a glass under his helm, huffing in the scent* I... am Ultra Magnus. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble squawks. That's HIS joke!* Drift: I'm Drift. *nods at Whirl* Ultra Magnus over here is my second-in-command. Hot Rod: ( FROWNS ) "You touch me, I'm punching you, mon ami. I suggest you do not." Sunstreaker: Sunstreaker. B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! /kicks pedes. He's wheezing. He's joking/ Whirl: *you snooze you lose, pipsqueak* Drift: S'okay, Blurr doesn't eat guests unless they're causing trouble. Sunstreaker: -and just going to sigh at the joke. Really?- Bevel: *laughs* Hot Rod: ( nods at everyone else, offering a charming smile ) "Bonjour, quite a pleasure to meet you all. && I do not think you are Ultra Magnus?" Whirl: *sets the glass down, having apparently decided not to drink it* And why would that be? Hot Rod: "It eez... a gut feeling." B l u r r: / nudges Drift and snickers / He thought I was gonna actually eat him. Drift: Oh, that's just because he's not in his suit. Bulks him up a lot. Whirl: Well, you're wrong. As you can see, my fellows will vouch for me. Whirl: *retreats to his hammock* Sunstreaker: -No he won't- Hot Rod: "Alright, I stand by my beliefs." ( huffs ) "I have no idea who you are and I literally just came here. Can you blame me?" Bevel: *realized she clearly missed a chance to say she was Shockwave or Astrotrain or something* Whirl: Yes? I can? Whirl: You don't know a damn thing about me or where I come from. Why would I LIE? B l u r r: Stop picking on him, guys. What if I get in troubl-... / trails off/ Ah... Optimus Prime of Tyran breaking in to kill me. B l u r r: /SIIIIIGH / Whirl: He might very well step on you. Whirl: Slowly. B l u r r: He might... Hot Rod: ( confused french noises ) Hot Rod: ( perks up ) Hot Rod: "Man, Optimus is like my sire. He's rather cool!" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and looks over at Whirl.* B l u r r: ... you know him closely , then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ultra Magnus, Blurr, Bevel, Drift. Greetings.]] B l u r r: / waves at Soundwave / Whirl: *it's a good thing he's so dam good at poker faces* Soundwave. *nods gravely* Sunstreaker: ((SNEK! Primus-mun says hi ItsyBitsySpyers: *Parks himself on his seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hi!)) Whirl: ((YOOO)) Hot Rod: "Kinda close?" Hot Rod: "I'm pretty sure that even if we weren't close, he would still step on you." B l u r r: .... That's fantastic. B l u r r: Come sit with me and Drift. Sunstreaker: ((she's not having a good day, like at all B l u r r: (( hi Primus - mun! )) Drift: ((hullooo!)) Whirl: Yo. Pipsqueak. *clicks his vocalizer*

Missed a little. Hot Rod gave his name and Drift immediately, enthusiastically, and repeatedly welcomed him to their couch. Blurr called him out on it.

Drift: *swats at blurr* Life's too short for subtlety. I'm NOT scaring him away, I'm welcoming him. This is his first night here, right? It's polite. Hot Rod: [ looks very awkward and squints ] That would be a stupid law. B l u r r: / rolls optic/ Great, now you're gonna spend the whole time with him. /joking / Hot Rod: [ THEN looks at the other and hesitantly slides over ] "Zhen it would alright if I sit here?" B l u r r: Sure, I won't bite you. B l u r r: I'm under strict orders not to hurt your... kind. Drift: Yeah, absolutely! 0v0 Drift: *pokes blurr* Hey. I can spend time with BOTH of you, you know. B l u r r: Now where have I heard THAT before? Hot Rod: [ curious look ] You can't hurt MY kind? I do not understand? B l u r r: ...We're different. But, I know hurting you might back fire on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble manages to hoist himself up the leg, also with great dignity, and settles in.* B l u r r: [[ oh, does anyone need captions? I can turn it off. ]] Bevel: [[i do please B l u r r: [[ okie we leave them on! ]] Hot Rod: [ sits all prim and proper, jesus, rELAX HOT ROD ] "Hurting bots in general would backfire, irregardless." Whirl: *counter-settles and, content that his Clever Ruse is well underway, looks to the screen. And, staring fixedly at the screen, he veeery subtly nudges Rumble* Whirl: @R: Thanks, by the way. B l u r r: / rolls optic/ Oh, relax, Hot Rod. You're fine. I'm not gonna bite. B l u r r: Besides, Drift here would have a panic attack if I tried /snort/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Huh? What for? I mean, like, yer welcome 'n all, but I dunno why.// Drift: He's right. I'd panic, and then I'd attack. Whirl: @R: Basically all of Monday. Sunstreaker: -Can they not? Sunstreaker is off-duty now- Sunstreaker: -He'd like to remain off-duty- Hot Rod: ( HUFFS ) "I can handle myself in a fight. I am no damsel in distress." B l u r r: / snerk / Drift: Oh no no, of course not! B l u r r: Anyway, baguette, you're perfectly safe on my ship. So long as you don't cause damage. Whirl: *SNK* Whirl: *he approves of the nickname* ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Oh. Oh, yeah! No problem, mech. Got your back, swear.// Drift: ... "baguette"? B l u r r: It's a french thing. Hot Rod: ( HISSES LOUDLY ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave eyes the new mech curiously* Whirl: *nudges again, in silent acknowledgement* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just listening to that. And Rumble nudges back.* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Drift: *he /hisses/. wow.* Hot Rod: "Baguette is a STUPID nickname." Hot Rod: *he can make many other noises* Sunstreaker: -settles to watch humans being stupid on screen- B l u r r: Oh, is it? Well, I suppose I could come up with something later. B l u r r: [[ also, btw, some gore shyte is comin' up ]] Drift: I'll just call you Hot Rod. 0u0 Hot Rod: "It eez Hot Rod && ONLY HOT ROD" Hot Rod: "Merci beaucoup!" B l u r r: Aut ' 'Od? B l u r r: / smirking more / Whirl: *squints* what is it, like, an amoeba? Whirl: A very tiny barnacle...? Drift: *paps blurr's head* Don't make fun of him. B l u r r: / scoffs/ Sunstreaker: ...... Hot Rod: "HOT. ROD. You imbecile!" B l u r r: I'm just playing with hi- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Looks kinda like a... whatcha call it. Lich. Lichen... Leech!// B l u r r: .... /optic flare / Whirl: A leech. *blank stare. Pertraxia flashbacks* B l u r r: / engine growl / I am NOT an imbecile. Whirl: Not sure it's a leech... but it IS leech-like. Whirl: *he can understand the one scientist's pride. Who wouldn't love a horrid little blob baby.* Hot Rod: ( tips his helm up ) "Then call me by my proper designation." ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Heh. Node.]] B l u r r: That's what it SOUNDED like to me. B l u r r: Though, I admit. It's nice to meet an Autobot with some taste. Drift: ... How about both of you be nice to each other. Whirl: ExCUSE you. Whirl: I'M an Autobot and I have EXCELLENT taste. B l u r r: I meant from Tyran, you bolt. B l u r r: Aside from Roadbuster, I haven't met a mech who wanted to take control of an accent. B l u r r: I was COMPLIMENTING him. Hot Rod: ( clears throat and pronounces slowly ) "Hot. Rod. And of course, I know that I have excellent tastes." Hot Rod: ( ok you made him happy because his lil dorrwings are fluttering ) Bevel: Is Calvin gonna eat everyone? *knows what kinda movies Blurr shows by now* B l u r r: / smirks/ Hot Rod it is. Whirl: I hope it gorws into some kind of monster. I mean. That's what I EXPECT, of course. Hot Rod: ( pleased purr and settles to watch the movie ) B l u r r: I hope it's a monster. I love monsters. Bevel: *giggles* Whirl: *side-eyes Hot Rod; interesting noise. After a moment, he mimics the purr* Drift: I like the accent! *belatedly and uselessly* Whirl: *not quite purrfectly but very close* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Hey! We got accents. Just they don't sound like that one.// Jazz: *drops down from the ceiling and drapes over Soundwave's couch* BUDDY! Hot Rod: ( embarrassed smile now ) "Merci beaucoup, Drift." ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is up off that couch, turned around, and waving wary feelers in a FLASH.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus.]] Jazz: *grins* Did I scare yah? Drift: *he got a smile!! smiles back brilliantly* Hot Rod: ( laughs at Whirl trying to mimic him. Does a little purring noise again ) Whirl: *mimics again--it's much better this time* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You nearly lost your helm.]] Jazz: Whoa... new mech! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pauses his irritation to look at the screen. Neural network?* Jazz: *looks at soundwave* Awww, you sound like you'd be sorry if I did. Whirl: Aww, look at it! Already growing. Most likely into something bloodthirsty. <3 B l u r r: Hopefully. Crosscut: Hello? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, well. He does have an oath to keep. He would be loathe to break it.]] Crosscut: -enters- Jazz: *shrugs and struts across the room for some snacks* Sunstreaker: -Yep, crowd watching is more intersting right now- Whirl: *quick glance to Crosscut, but is not obvious about it* Jazz: Well, the all spark an' I thank yah, Sounders. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo!// Wave to Crosscut. He tries to make it not look as excited as it is. //Ain't seen you in a long time. How ya doin'?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You should.]] Whirl: *Look at the thing!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits himself down and watches the creature with interest, now that Jazz is moved* Crosscut: Why helllo, I suppose it has been some time hasn't it? Whirl: *zoops towards the screen* B l u r r: [[ lmao poor whirl. ]] Whirl: ((IT'S CUTE THO)) B l u r r: [[ good luck. ]] B l u r r: [ DONT BLAME ME ]] Whirl: ((BY HIS STANDARDS)) Crosscut: I'm well, busy but well. Hot Rod: "Ewwwww... it's WIGGLING" Whirl: It's precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...How is it progressing so quickly...?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Whatcha been up to?// Hot Rod: ( covers his face ) Crosscut: -is there room to sit by the tiny writer?- Whirl: *he's in the Hammock, but Whirl nudges him--if he wants to go to CC, he can* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny writer is by Whirl, so that depends on Whirl* B l u r r: .. Are you scared of it? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! He's being nudged. Well, he'll scamper over, then.* Jazz: *flashes visor and waves at the peeps he knows * Hot Rod: "It's gross and yes, its kinda scary" Whirl: *glances after him, looking briefly very satisfied with himself* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh. Don't worry, it's just a movie. B l u r r: For now. Hot Rod: "But not as scary as the dinobots." Whirl: *JUST AS KEIKAKU* B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ Dinobots are... rather intimidating. Crosscut: -takes a seat- Well, looking into moving preperations mostly. Hot Rod: "If you saw MY dinobots, you would be terrified. The first time I saw them, i fainted" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bounces up onto the seat just enough nearby to be friendly without going full fanboy.* B l u r r: I HAVE seen your dinobots. B l u r r: I don't want to see them ever again ItsyBitsySpyers: //Movin'? You leavin' the ship?// Hot Rod: "And when I woke up, i was in their nest for a few days." Crosscut: -Pfft, no mini bots in lap- Drift: Saw them. Watched a documentary. Crosscut: Yes, planning on it. B l u r r: /nudges thumb at Jazz/ He's more accustomed to them, honestly. Jazz: *sipping cube* they're snugglers. Whirl: The little tyke got loose. Sunstreaker: -wow, alarms from the lab. Surprise.- Hot Rod: *nods slightly* Hot Rod: "They like to... cuddle a lot." Hot Rod: "Normally im up for it, but its real scary" Jazz: Aw, they're just lonely sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Where ya gonna go? You gonna go politics again?// Jazz: *flashes visor* Jazz: I don't know you, do I? You're new. *grins* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Tyran Dinobots, snuggling?]] Crosscut: Just Cybertron. Hot Rod: ( thinks back to all the times he's been chased ) Crosscut: What? Oh no no, no politics anymore. B l u r r: / nudges Drift / Hey. Maybe he can get Optimus to kill me and you can go celebrate with him. Hot Rod: "I don't... think I've met you either?" Drift: Shut up. Optimus can maim you, but killing is off-limits. Jazz: Probably not. Been gone for a while. *holds out claw* Name's Jazz. First Lieutenant, mech. B l u r r: Okay, but that doesn't mean you can't hang out with him. /pokes Drift's helm/ Crosscut: I have enough savings, I'm going to focus on my writing mostly, or that's the plan at least. B l u r r: You giant flirt. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Crosscut's gonna write again?* Hot Rod: ( takes his hands and shakes it ) Hot Rod, soldier and World War 2 veteran. Pleasure to met you Jazz: *grins and magnets to his servo. Shake shake* Sunstreaker: -watching screen again. What are the humans doing this time?- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Awesome. Got enough politics mechs around.// Sunstreaker: ... Sunstreaker: ............ Drift: Oh, you've been on Earth that long? Hot Rod: ( confused looks to their servos ) Hot Rod: ( goodness, are they sTUCK ) Hot Rod: ( nods happily ) "Oui! I have been there for that long." Whirl: *recoils a bit. mmmmmm* Drift: *... he's going to lose a hand* Whirl: *VERY QUICKLY LOOKS AT HIS HAMMOCK* Sunstreaker: -well slag- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings Whirl.* Drift: *distraction time* Hey! Whirl! Hot Rod: "whats happening" Jazz: *shake shake and releases servo* Sunstreaker: -That's not good- Jazz: I don't remember you... but you feel familiar. Hot Rod: ( tERRIFIED SQUEAKING ) Drift: Whirl, have you put more thought into the whole—ship—thing? The little ship. B l u r r: / uh. Awkward. Uhm. Pats Hot Rod's uh... arm...? / Drift: *was drift too late* Whirl: *antenna twitches; he's still looking down* Sunstreaker: -stares and doesn't like where this is going- Sunstreaker: And it is out Crosscut: -watching the film- Drift: *was clearly too late* Crosscut: ((NO! Not that cute fat boy!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Is it gonna go Alien on it?//

Missed some, idk how much. Crosscut got scurred.

ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble nudges Crosscut.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //You holdin' up, mech?// Crosscut: W-what? Oh..no, I mena yes. Crosscut: I'm fine.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Note to self. Crosscut probably isn't ever going to write scary stories.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should never have shocked it.]] Crosscut: -He's fine with scary stuff! just not...parasites or things similar to it.- Drift: ... Listen, Whirl. I know that you're... Sunstreaker: That was...a very bad idea Drift: *mm. no. don't say that.* You can stay on the Lost Light, if you want. It's just...it's not a ship anymore—it's more like an apartment complex. Drift: Nobody HAS to leave. Whirl: And stay there. On Cybertron. Hot Rod: ok, this isnt that scary anymore B l u r r: [[ so i missed all of that 8') ]] Drift: ... I take it that's a no. B l u r r: [[ had to be the convenient "yell at speedy" time ]] Whirl: With Starscream, and the NAILs. *his voice is getting flatter and flatter; when Whirl's not actively trying to emote, his voice sounds very dronelike* Whirl: No. Whirl: It's definitely a no. Drift: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Humans really gotta stop goin' to space.// Crosscut: ((My sassy sassy rat, so big and cute and fat~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //They don't do nothin' but get killed.// Crosscut: Hah ha. Bevel: [[this is too much for me, i'm gonna step out, night everyone Drift: ((gnight)) Sunstreaker: ((g'night! B l u r r: Humans should stay away from space in general. Sunstreaker: .........so, two down already? Whirl: ((gnight!)) Hot Rod: "Humans are so cute, i love them" Hot Rod: ( night! hope you feel better soon, sweetpea~ <3 ) Crosscut: Who si that actor? Crosscut: He's so familar.. B l u r r: Humans disgust me... but I digress ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Which one?]] Jazz: I used to like 'em... *huffs* Now I'm just picky. Crosscut: I enjoy them. Hot Rod: ( excited look ) "I especially like the French people!" Jazz: Yo, French people are great. Jazz: They got the best style! Crosscut: They value entertainment more than most planets, they're very creative....It may hold them back quite a bit but they're very rich in culture. Whirl: *glances over, briefly* How d'you feel about French cinema? Crosscut: I quite enoy it, one of the first Earth languages I learned actually. Crosscut: *enjoy Whirl: ...well, I was talking to Hot Rod, but no reason not to poll the room. Crosscut: (omg im sorry i can't type tonight, i am juggling a rat in my hands- Crosscut: __ Crosscut: )) Whirl: ((A GOOD RAT)) Crosscut: ((He is good)) Drift: ((you notice how they kinda sway/bob back and forth while they're talking, since they're floating and all?)) Hot Rod: "I really do like French Cinema, especially their animations! They are very good." Drift: ((imagine the actors standing on solid ground and slowly leaning back and forth to pretend they're floating)) Crosscut: ((cut)) Crosscut: *cute Sunstreaker: ((hah! Jazz: (( pffft)) Whirl: If you've not checked out Jean-Luc Godar's work, you should. Whirl: ...y'know, it's been a while since we had Cukture Club. Whirl: *Culture ItsyBitsySpyers: //Lil while, yeah.// Whirl: .....*Godard ((GDI)) Drift: Whose turn is it? Whirl: Prowl's, I think. B l u r r: What is a culture club? Hot Rod: "Oh! Thank you, ill keep that in mind!" B l u r r: Humans are so hard to restart. Crosscut: ((-imaging all the typos tonight as drunken slurring- )) Drift: /Ugh/. Whirl: It's a thing I host every now and then. We all pick movies, and watch them. Whirl: You're welcome to come, as always. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: / frowns/ Cultural things? Whirl: Though I... guess I don't. Know where we're gonna do 'em, now. B l u r r: I'm afraid I've been stunted on culture thanks to the Decepticons. B l u r r: ... It's beautiful. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Stop attacking it.]] Whirl: Precious! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It reminds him a little of octopuses.]] B l u r r: It's smart... very smart. B l u r r: It's learning... /smirks/ Crosscut: That's terrifying. B l u r r: I want one. Sunstreaker: Humans have a...very /very/ active imagnation ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fascinating.]] Whirl: Strong little guy. B l u r r: ... Oh, you're an idiot. B l u r r: That's not how you survive. Crosscut: No, stay in there. B l u r r: well, if they didn't attack it, it wouldn't be defending itself. B l u r r: It saw them as the enemy the instant one of them attacked it B l u r r: so, if one is hurting it, to Calvin, they all will. Drift: I think hating somethinig that just killed three of your friends is pretty rational, actually. B l u r r: Hating something is easy. Whirl: I mean, if it were me, I'd try and find a way to kill it regardless of whose fault it was. Sunstreaker: -watching in mild fascination again- B l u r r: Survival calls for killing it, yes. Hot Rod: "Oh gosh, this is-- an oh gosh moment" Hot Rod: OH MON DIEU Hot Rod: MERDEEEE Drift: *looks at Hot Rod* You all right? B l u r r: He's having a moment. Hot Rod: "I would say oui, but non Sunstreaker: Yikes Hot Rod: I am not ok B l u r r: It's just a movie. It won't hurt you. B l u r r: They don't have escape pods? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And if it got in one with them?]] Jazz: ... Yah blow up the one it's in. Jazz: Or yah push it out into space. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[With what?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Motions to the screen.* Jazz: Shouldn't escape pods have navigation? Jazz: I mean, ours did. Sorta. Sunstreaker: ........ B l u r r: It's eating the other crew, too? Whirl: Looks like it. B l u r r: Well It's hungry. B l u r r: Well, he had a newborn. By horror logic, he was slated to die. Hot Rod: "oh no, sho.i loved u" Sunstreaker: I...have no more words left for this movie Whirl: Look at the little guy crawling. Whirl: ...well, that looks bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: //New rule: take swords to space.// B l u r r: If they're worried about their planet... B l u r r: why don't they just use what they can to get themselves further from Earth? B l u r r: Instead of struggling to go back Whirl: Best to keep a sword on you at all times. Just in case. Drift: They don't HAVE anything to get themselves further from Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Where's yours?// Sunstreaker: Because they are being idiotic Drift: They're out of fuel, the little mini-rocket thing broke off... They're out of stuff. B l u r r: But they're still struggling to find a way back. Whirl: *shifts a bit, flopping back on the hammock, and whips his sword out of subspace. He points it straight up at the ceiling* Drift: Were they? I thought they were just kinda, being resigned here to not going back. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy frag. I didn't think ya actually had one.// B l u r r: Maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Boss. Boss, I want a sword.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will ask Bevel.]] Crosscut: Goodness, whirl put that away. Whirl: Yep. *still holding it aloft* Picked it up on the batle for Luna-1. B l u r r: .I have swords built into my frame. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah?// Whirl: Dunno who you're talking to, Crosscut. I'm Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: Yep. Crosscut: BT B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: / He's finding this character slightly endearing / Whirl: *he feels you, pilot guy* Jazz: *sad face* Whirl: *at last, puts his sword away, but doesn't un-flop* Crosscut: ((I know it's the end but I'm falling asleep)) Whirl: ((if you're headin out, GNIGHT MY DUDE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((gently blankets you)) B l u r r: /nudges Drift / Drift: Hm? Drift: ... Isn't HER turning on the candle gonna mess up the plan? B l u r r: I would lure some alien creature away for you. Crosscut: ((I'm gonna try to stick it out.)) Sunstreaker: ((g'night! Sunstreaker: ((or not Whirl: ((HANG IN THERE)) Drift: Aww. I'd lure one away for you. Drift: ... But we should fight it together. B l u r r: But if it came down to saving your planet, I'd rather lure it away. Drift: Don't need to lure it if we kick its aft together. B l u r r: Mm true. Whirl: ((its loving embrace)) Drift: ... Where's she going? She's going to mess up the plan. B l u r r: oh she's in it. Crosscut: -nodding off, starting to tilt over to the side- Drift: *scoots to edge of seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches a feeler out and tips Crosscut upright* Drift: ... I swear, if they decide to pull some "it falls to Earth and the last thing we see is it surviving and heading to civilization" slag... Whirl: *is presently a limp pile of elbows on his hammock, with a head zooping lazily out* B l u r r: What do you expect?Humans can only think so far. Drift: That's got nothing to do with humans. That's gonna be on the movie makers. Crosscut: -is pushed back up into a sitting position, but optics still dim- Drift: If the movie makers decide do that, I'll be torqued. B l u r r: ... Drift, those are humans. Drift: ... I thought you were talking about the characters. B l u r r: No, I meant the people who make the movies. Sunstreaker: And here comes the mess Whirl: At least it's happening for a reason--Calvin's doing it. Drift: Oh. Then no, I'm not talking about their ability to think so far, either. I'm talking about their decision to have a HAPPY ENDING. B l u r r: Happy endings don't exist. Whirl: *mmm TIME TO LOOK AWAY AGAIN PERHAPS* Drift: And a happy ending is an ending that doesn't finish with humans being endangered. Drift: They do in movies. B l u r r: Then it's more realistic for it not to end happily. Drift: I don't want a realistic ending. I want a happy ending where they save their planet. B l u r r: ... /shrugs / B l u r r: It's so CUTE. Whirl: *peeks back* Crosscut: ((smooch)) B l u r r: Maybe I'm just cynical. /completely is / Drift: ... Yeah, I think they made it to deep space. We're good. Crosscut: -flops forward, laying over own lap- Sunstreaker: -sits back to watch- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tips up again and taps with feeler claws.* B l u r r: / flexes claws/ I'm not even allowed back on my planet. So maybe my attachment is a little strained. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo. Yo, you're missin' the end, mech.// Crosscut: Wha-...huh? Crosscut: Oh! Oh i'm -yawns- sorry. Drift: ... Yeah, fair. ItsyBitsySpyers: //'S cool.// Drift: ((it froze, what's happening???)) Sunstreaker: .............. B l u r r: [[ oh, she mcfuckled and went into deep space. ]] Crosscut: ((It froze what happened? B l u r r: he brought calvin to earth ]] Crosscut: I'm gonna guess his ship landed and hers got flipped into space? Drift: DAMMIT! Sunstreaker: There goes Earth B l u r r: [[ she tried to pilot ]] B l u r r: [[ and fuckked it up ]] B l u r r: [ SO THATS HER FAULT TBH ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the hit to the solar panel *** up her system and piloting so she went into deep space)) Whirl: Interesting, that Calvin kept him alive. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and calvin stopped him finishing the manual override)) B l u r r: For a reason, I'm sure. Drift: I asked for ONE THING! B l u r r: It's a movie. Whirl: *blinks, and then gives a little snort* Whirl: Spirit in the Sky, eh? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, he's smart, ain't he?// B l u r r: / shrugs/ Besides, Earth is a disgusting planet. Crosscut: That was, well...a rather predictable ending. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Horror films often have them.]] Crosscut: This is true. B l u r r: I have no idea why anyone is surprised. Crosscut: Do like this song though. Sunstreaker: You mean there are other endings besides 'everyone dies?' Drift: Yeah, there's sometimes "the enemy is defeated and a single female survives." Crosscut: -rubs helm- Sorry for dozzing like that. B l u r r: Well. Sunstreaker: -snorts- Close enough B l u r r: I like that the monster didn't die. Crosscut: I'm more tired than I though I guess. Drift: No! It's different! Because this ending is an apocalypse. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, you oughta recharge.// Jazz: Earth IS an apocalypse... Jazz: in most situations. Drift: I'm sick of implied apocalypses. I /lived/ through one. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then perhaps you should watch happier movies.]] Drift: Multiple! Multiple apocalypses! Crosscut: Yes, I suppose I should. Sunstreaker: Mech, most of us here have Crosscut: I will. I'm going. -stands on tired, stumbly legs- B l u r r: Horror movies are horror for a reason. The outcome isn't a success. most of the time. B l u r r: That's the "horror" Drift: I know! Why aren't more of you annoyed that it's gotta end with an implied apocalypse? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't fall asleep drivin' or - however ya move. Seeya, mech.// Whirl: C'mon, Drift, surely we could go through a few more apocalypses before we're done. Sunstreaker: Because it is /fiction/ B l u r r: / looks at Drift / My Master /wanted/ an apocalypse. Drift: No, the horror is the stuff that happens DURING the movie. I want it—I'd like it all wrapped up and OKAY again at the end. Drift: Yeah but that doesn't count, because I'd be rooting for you guys. Sunstreaker: We just watched a horror movie ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble bounces back to the hammock, thrilled that he spent most of the movie with a secret idol, and attempts to scramble in* B l u r r: I would be angry if they killed the monster. B l u r r: It was defensive the entire movie. Crosscut: Goodnight. Jazz: I dunno... I'm kinda leanin' on Drift's side. I mean, if it's fiction, then I guess a better endin' would make more sense. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Night!// Crosscut: -waves before turning to take his leave- It was nice seeing you again, Rumble. A shame we don't get to do so more often. Drift: I /just/—I want more movie endings that don't imply that humanity is going to go extinct. Sunstreaker: Yes, a happier end would have been nice Whirl: *un-flops and shifts to make room* Jazz: Humans sure don't give two scraps about any other species goin' extinct... Sunstreaker: But apparently the writers thought differently Jazz: *scratches helm* But, I don't wanna see their race run out, either. Drift: Oh NOW you're agreeing that a happier ending would have been nice? After snarking at me for the past five minutes? Drift: I'd just—I'd like a FEW more that are terrifying for two hours, and then after the two hours the humans are, presumably, going to be okay. Not ALL humans. The main cast can die, I don't care. Drift: But humanity, in general. Sunstreaker: You are taking a work of fiction too seriously Drift: Shut up. Let me have my damn opinion. Whirl: *nudges Rumble* You should ring him up sometime. He's not a hard mech to get a hold of. Sunstreaker: You have your opinion, I have mine Sunstreaker: And if I have to respect yours, then kindly /do the same/ Drift: Yeah, and I didn't ask you what you think of mine. B l u r r: Ohfor pit sake... B l u r r: / rubbing temples / You liked the ending. You hated it. There. B l u r r: We're done Drift: I never said you can't have my opinion. I'm just sitting over here talking about mine while you're— Drift: one—implying that there ARE no other endings—two—implying I'm an idiot for having an opinion based on living through apocalypses because oh wow, so have other people— Sunstreaker: You got upset over the fact that not everyone in the room shared yours ItsyBitsySpyers: //No fraggin' way.// Nudges back, following with a private comm because everyone doesn't need to know his fanboying. B l u r r: / scrubs claws over faceplate / Drift: —three—implying I'm an idiot for having an opinion over FICTION—and four—acting like having a damn opinion is "taking things too seriously." ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //What'm I gonna do, ask him to sign a datapad? C'mon. Probably looked dumb runnin' over there anyway.// Whirl: *prudently also switches over* R: He's not standoffish. You can just TALK. Drift: No, I got upset at your fragging attitude. A care a lot less about the movie now than I do about you apparently having a problem with the fact that I was annoyed over it. Drift: So shut up. You're not cool for acting apathetic about the end of a movie. B l u r r: / twitches finials/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //But I -don't- talk. Not, like. Not where all everybody sees. I'm gonna go to the rebuildin' site. They hear I'm talkin' to old senators 'n writers 'n I'm gonna get a girder to the faceplates.// Drift: *huffs. turns back to blurr.* Anyway. B l u r r: Mm? B l u r r: / now velocity wants to argue. / Drift: Sad 'bout the humans, but at least the monster DID live. So that's a plus. Sunstreaker: -sorry, he zoned out for a moment, he had to answer a call- B l u r r: I liked the monster. Sunstreaker: ((because mun wandered off, my bad Drift: ... I mean /I'm/ sad 'bout the humans. I know you aren't. S'fine. Whirl: @R: So, kick their as s. B l u r r: I just... have a hard time. B l u r r: Finding sympathy for them. Whirl: @R: Since when do THEY get to tell you what you can and can't do? *snorts* Drift: Yeah, I know. That's okay. Drift: My experiences with Earth were... nice. The only bad parts were the parts caused by Decepticons. B l u r r: .. /huffs/ Drift: Your experiences... weren't good. I don't blame you for not caring about them. B l u r r: I care about a few, I guess. B l u r r: But it's not because of me. B l u r r: It's because of someone else. Sunstreaker: -stands up, shaking his helm- Thank you for the movie, but I just got called into the med-bay Sunstreaker: Good night. Drift: Yeah? The ones you know now? B l u r r: Mm... B l u r r: / vents and sinks down/ And I went out the other night with Rodimus, against better judgment. B l u r r: / scratches helm/ Stupid idea. My bounty on Cybertron is incredibly high- higher than Magnus. Drift: ... Well, YOU'RE not dead. So is he? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble makes frustrated motions with his hands. How does he put this without looking weak?* B l u r r: No. Drift: Damn. B l u r r: / looks at the ceiling/ We drank for a while. /flickers optic/ He said he was sorry. Drift: You're still alive though. That's good. Drift: HA! B l u r r: But, I don't believe he's sorry for everything. Drift: Why, what's he want? B l u r r: He just.. wanted to talk. B l u r r: It felt weird. Drift: No no, I mean what's he REALLY want? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: I drank too much. My processor glitched out and I shut down. B l u r r: I'm not supposed to ... Drift: Pfeh. Drift: ... Blurr, why in the world did you let him talk you into drinking? Drift: He was probably trying to fry your processor and kill you. B l u r r: Maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //I ain't afraid of kickin' aft. But listen, I'm five times smaller'n you 'n don't nobody respect minicons right. I probably already gotta fight like 20 mechs jus' so won't nobody try nothin'.-- ItsyBitsySpyers: The frag I wanna make it 40 for?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hi, he doesn't have very good opinions of most huge bots.* B l u r r: He didn't seem like he was trying. B l u r r: Even so... he erased my bounty. Drift: That's /acting/, Blurr. Drift: ... He definitely wants something out of you, then. He wants you to do something. B l u r r: I have nothing I can do. Drift: If he asks you for ANYTHING in the future, don't agree until you know EXACTLY what he's going to get out of it—including the stuff he isn't telling you. B l u r r: I won't be doing him favors. Drift: Like slag. You have a pirate crew. He could try to manipulate you into attacking his enemies for him. B l u r r: My slate is full right now. B l u r r: Speaking of which. I need you to do me a favor soon. Drift: Like—what if he said "hey, this planet has a treasure I've heard, here's a map as an apology for what a slagger I've been," and really the planet is just one of his enemies. Drift: Oh—yeah? What? B l u r r: Hnh... I can just steal the treasure and leave the planet. Drift: There's no treasure. It's a lie he told you to get you to attack it. B l u r r: In a few weeks, I need you to at least come onto The Emperor once every few days to check on the crew. Whirl: *tilts his head, considering; he can sort of see this position, though not in the exact way Rumble does. He has, after all, dealt with people trying to stop him from doing what he wants* Drift: Yeah, sure. No problem. *he's been spending a lot more time over here anyway* Whirl: @R: If THAT'S the case... then see to it that they don't find out. I won't rat you out to 'em, if you talk here. B l u r r: Cool. Thanks. B l u r r: They're gonna need some watching. B l u r r: They tend to get roudy without me on the ship. Whirl: @R: And, luckily for you, you happen to know a spymaster. Drift: Yeah? Where are you going? B l u r r: As for the planet and treasure, well. I guess I would just bounce and not do anything- what? B l u r r: Oh. /shrugs shoulders/ Roadbuster needs help. B l u r r: Scrap's going sour in his universe. Drift: What's up? Need another warrior down there? ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //...You better swear. Cause I ain't afraid of kickin -your- aft neither.// B l u r r: No. / said that way too fast/ B l u r r: I mean.. I can ask him. But I don't know if it's strictly Wrecker stuff or not. B l u r r: I bet he'd like you... Jazz: *flips over to sit next to Soundwave. Sliiides up next to* Whirl: *he's gonna swivel his helm to fix Rumble with his optic* @R: You think I WOULD? Drift: ... If you're sure. B l u r r: / vents/ It might be more dangerous than I think. B l u r r: I don't want to drag you down there. Drift: You think I can't handle danger? B l u r r: No, I know you can. B l u r r: It's not that I think you're incapable. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave casually lifts a hand and puts it on Jazz's head so he can't come any closer than he already is.* Jazz: *grins* 'Ey, did you hear that rumor about us? Jazz: * B) * Drift: *crooked, not-really-happy smile* It's not like I've got anybody at home waiting for me. I might as well be out watching your back. B l u r r: ... /shifts a little. Turns behind him and hisses/ Shut UP. B l u r r: / looks back at Drift/ I'll ask... Drift: Anyway. I'd like to meet Roadbuster. And whoever else you've got over there. B l u r r: Roadbuster. Topspin. B l u r r: Crosshairs is a useless fragger. Drift: Whatever Velocity just siad, it was a lie. B l u r r: Drift is all right... B l u r r: He's not as cool as you. Drift: Oh! The triplechanger me? B l u r r: Mmhm. B l u r r: You already know Jazz. Drift: Hey, I wanna meet my alternate. B l u r r: Well, I'll see if he wants to meet up sometime. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //...No. It's--// And there's the frustrated hands again. //Ex-Decepticon. Y'know how that scrap is sometimes.// B l u r r: The problem is... they just... /fiddling with claws / They're acting different. They used to be this ring. And I was a dot on the far left ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What rumor about us? And what do you mean, 'us'?]] B l u r r: But, when I come over, they just... open the ring. B l u r r: I don't know what they want from me. Jazz: Yah know. Somethin' about you likin' my claws. Drift: ... Maybe they want you to join the ring. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does NOT like your claws. He HATES your claws.]] B l u r r: Impossible. Drift: ((SO ATTRACTIVE)) Jazz: I dunno, man. Jazz: They said you thought they were attractive. Drift: ((IT'S AS THOUGH THEY PULL HIM IN)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LOOK YOU)) Drift: ((HE'S DRAWN TO THEM)) Whirl: *the top shutter of his optic comes down and he regards Rumble with wry amusement* @R: I'm sure I don't, actually. Drift: ((cmon now, i know that soundwave and jazz are very different, but you know what they say)) Drift: ((opposites attract)) B l u r r: [[ omfg ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm going to find you and pour chicken grease on everything you love)) Drift: ((gasp)) Drift: ((what if i say i love all my friends, including you)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grunts.* @W: //I'm shuttin' up before I get my leg in my mouth too.// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((then i'll nibble a drumstick while i do it)) B l u r r: / vents / Anyway. I'll let you know as things come up. /pats Drift / B l u r r: Sometimes I don't come back for a while. Dart is used to those moments. Whirl: *snorts and nudges him* @R: You're good. No harm, no foul. But yeah. I won't blab. If you get obvious about it, I'll tell you. B l u r r: / Dart panicks / Whirl: @R: Got your back. *this choice of words is, ofc, intentional* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are as attractive as a bucket of rust. He would not proposition you if you tied Autobot command's worst secrets to your frame and rested on a bed of silver.]] Drift: ((... undress him.)) Jazz: ... Whoa. *lifts claws* Bro, slow down. I got me a mech. Drift: ((then leave with his clothes.)) Jazz: You need to sloooow the frag down. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble is quiet for a second, then nudges back with a grin. Thanks.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Oh, for Pit's sake.]] Jazz: I just think it's funny some mech out there wants to see us together, ya know? Jazz: Gotta run that by m'space wife. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's probably YOU trying to bother him.]] Jazz: Nah, it was NOT me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are you sure? You're the one constantly trying to hold his hand.]] B l u r r: / flops on Drift/ You wanna go explore this abandoned temple I found? Drift: DO I?? B l u r r: ... Do you? B l u r r: That's what I asked you. Jazz: 'Ey, you HELD it for as long as yah could, so that's on you, too. Drift: ... That was a yes. Hell yes. B l u r r: Ah... well. Good. Because our maps are indicating we're getting close. B l u r r: By the way. Skychaser misses you. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You magnetized yourself to him!]] Drift: Does it have treasure, or just the next step in the treasure? Drift: *brightens* Yeah? I haven't seen him in a while, we should hang out. Drift: Hey, how's he been liking space travel? Whirl: *he simple nods, and streeetches* All right. Up, you rust-bucket. Time for me to go. B l u r r: It has a treasure, it says. B l u r r: /twitches finials/ Oh, he's enjoying it... a lot more than I thought. B l u r r: He pilots the ship when I don't Drift: Heh. I'm not surprised. B l u r r: He's gotten a little more outspoken. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I'm scootin'. Seeya, Ultra Magnus. Have fun polishin' your hammer.// Snicker. Whirl: *SNRK* Whirl: *tosses Rumble a salute before he clambers out* Seeya, losers. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A nod from the other seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We should be going.]] Soundwave looks at Jazz and pulls his hand away. [[-Without you,- whatever your rumors say.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble flips himself out of the hammock and jogs over to the Boss. Up on the arm he goes.* Jazz: *snickers and looks at Drift * He digs me, don't he? Drift: ... WHAT rumors? Whirl: *bobs his head at everyone else and trots off; it has been A Night* Whirl: *and not necessarily a great one* Jazz: So, this gray dude contacts me and says Sounders is sweet on me. Drift: Uh huh? Jazz: So I bring it up and now Sounders is all in denial. Jazz: All he's gotta do is says he digs me. I ain't gonna get mad. Hell, I'm a good lookin' mech. Drift: ... Okay, let's get something straight. Drift: If somebody said that about Soundwave, and it WASN'T true—he wouldn't ever even let the message get through. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[--WHAT.]] Drift: So he's definit— Oh, you're still here. Jazz: *LAUGHS* Drift: *gonna. bite his lips shut.* B l u r r: / snickering against Drift / ItsyBitsySpyers: *You're in trouble, Drift. He doesn't know what kind, yet. But you are.* Drift: *is it balanced out by the fact that he implied you're such a master of communications you can even control your own gossip* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Somewhat. 10% of his ire chipped off.* Drift: Ssso I should probablyyy go check on my crew... B l u r r: ... Oh, right. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. Unless you have any other incredibly unwise things to say in his presence.]] Jazz: Aw, come on, Sounders. Jazz: We're just kiddin' Drift: Ha ha... ha... That was a... it was... you know I don't really... ahhh... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Leeeeeans closer to Drift.* B l u r r: / HISSES / Drift: Gonna... just... *he's gonna try to figure out how best to get to theDISJDLFJS GOING FASTER heads to the door while taking the WIDEST route away from Soundwave* Drift: *if that includes climbing over couches, so be it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Straightens up and watches Drift flee, pleased.* Drift: *he is out the door* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns to Blurr.* [[And you. Don't think he didn't hear you laughing.]] B l u r r: I laugh at everything. Drift: *and ducks his head back in* The war is over! You shouldn't be afraid of your feelings! B l u r r: You shouldn't be surprised. Drift: **** DASHES* ItsyBitsySpyers: *FEELER SHOOTS OUT AT DRIFT* Jazz: *LAUGHING HARDER* Drift: *TOP SPEED* ItsyBitsySpyers: [][][]One of these days, you're gonna die laughing.[][][] B l u r r: Probably. Drift: *IF HE DIES FOR THE CAUSE OF LOVE IT WILL NOT BE IN VAIN* B l u r r: I mean, it's almost happened. B l u r r: / smirks and stares at Soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *IT'S NOT LOVE, FOR PRIMUS' SAKE. HE LIKES THE -OTHER- SOMETIMES SIC.* B l u r r: / welcome to the voices laughing and snickering / Drift: *LMAO SOUNDS FAKE* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He'll be sure to attend your smelting when it does.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trudges out. Enough of this nonsense.* B l u r r: Good. Jazz: *grins and waves* Bye bye~

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