#woahtheremateididntconfirmthatyet

some crazy good fanfic in my google docs. whatever guy started writing it i hope he finishes it

kudos to writers with dialogue-heavy works, I got mad respect for y'all. love using dialogue as a tool, but my default settings are non-verbal (dialogue) and non-stop yapping (description).

Bugborg incorrect quotes ! I love this two so much!

Mantis : Change is inedible.

Nebula : Don't you mean inevitable?

Mantis , spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Mantis : I turned out perfectly fine!

Nebula : Mantis , this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Mantis : I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Mantis : Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Nebula , not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Mantis :

Mantis : fsh

Mantis : Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Nebula : If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life

Nebula: Valentine’s Day is a Terran consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than driving people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Mantis: I wrote you a poem!

Nebula already crying; you did?

Mantis : You saved me. I owe you my life.

Nebula : No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Mantis : How do I deal with my enemies?

Nebula : Kill them

Mantis : That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Nebula : Kill them only a little?

Mantis : I’m in love with you.

Nebula : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Mantis : I know.

Nebula : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Nebula : This date is boring!

Mantis : This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Nebula : Then why did you invite me?

Mantis : I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Mantis I'll do whatever I want!

Mantis : I have feelings for you.

Nebula : Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Mantis : I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Nebula : Aren't you forgetting something?

Mantis : Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Nebula 's forehead before running out.*

Nebula : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Nebula : That was so hot, Mantis .

Mantis : I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Nebula : I'm so in love with you.

Mantis : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Nebula : It was autocorrect.

Mantis : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Nebula : Yes.

Mantis : Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Nebula : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

modern au drabble/oneshot

Her foot fell heavy on the brake, but it wasn't enough time to stop her car from hitting the pole. Her head flew forwards (thank the GODS she was wearing a seatbelt) and then crashed against the headrest.

She had an immediate migraine.

She told herself it was just a reaction to the pain in her head when her eyes began to water.

Still, she squeezed them shut.

She was rudely awoken from her micro-nap by the loud ringing of her phone (she needed it that loud, because when she was in the workshop, NOTHING could make her stop. Except maybe "Take You To Rio" blasting at full volume through the phone speaker).

Moana's name flashed across the screen, a picture of her smiling in the sun with a silly flower crown in the background.

Loto almost didn't answer.

But she did.

"Hey, Mo."

"Loto! I'm…kind of surprised you picked up. So listen, I was thinking, for our Halloween costumes, we could do Dracula and….Loto?"

"Dracula and me?"

"No, I just. You're oddly nonhyperverbal. It's strange. Are you okay? Where are you?"

It was at that moment that Loto wished she could lie.

"On the corner of Mayoral Drive and Wellesley Street. Near the post office."

"Are you…mailing something?"

"No. I…hit a pole. With my car," she added for clarification, because there were other possibilities.

There was a pause, for about three seconds. Then,

"Loto! What do you mean you crashed into a pole? Why didn't you call me?"

"You called me," Loto pointed out.

"Right, but why didn't you call me immediately? Is it bad? Do you need a ride? Are you being lifted to the hospital?"

"No, Moana. It's fine."

"I'm coming. GPS says it'll be fifteen minutes. I can do it in ten."

"Mo-"

"Nope. No arguments. Sit tight."

Loto thought Moana had hung up, until the loud car engine starting that came from the phone was joined by a question.

"Which pillow pet is your favorite?"

"Pillow pet?"

"For comfort. I'm going with the penguin if you don't answer in five…four…three..two..one! Penguin it is. Okay, bye."

Then Moana hung up.

Loto rested her forehead on the steering wheel.

Why was love so complicated?

It seemed like LESS than ten minutes by the time a honk sounded from behind Loto’s car. She blinked blearily, glanced in the rearview, and saw Moana's sticker-covered hand-me-down Volkswagen Beetle.

Then, seconds later, Moana opened the passenger door, pillow pet in one hand and hot chocolate in the other (she had stopped for hot chocolate??) and got in.

She looked at Loto, then looked away, tapping her fingers on the cup. "Hi."

Loto swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes staring out the windshield and into the stormy distance. "Sorry," she blurted out. "For this. For making you stop whatever you were doing to come here."

Moana put the coffee cup on the dash, where it sat precariously close to the edge. Then she reached over, without a word, and pulled Loto into a hug.

"I crashed my car into a tree once," Moana whispered, as if those were deep, comforting words. "There was a bird in the middle of the road, and I swerved so I wouldn't hit it, and I hit the tree instead."

"At least the tree didn't sue for damage," Loto said, voice muffled against Moana’s hoodie.

"No, but the owner of the house tried to. That was how I met my friend Maui."

"Maui sued you?"

"No, Kele sued me. Maui was the lawyer who won the case for me."

Loto chuckled, nuzzling closer to Moana. "You're a wee bit silly, ay Mo?"

"I'll do anything to see you smile again."

Loto blushed.

"Okay, get back to your car," she said jokingly.

But she stayed in Moana's arms.

And Moana didn't move a muscle.

Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.

Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.

“You knew.”

“What?”

“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”

Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”

“That Ego is my father.”

“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.

“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.” 

Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”

Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”

“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”

“It's Mantis.”

“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”

“What is that?”

Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you which fictional character you remind them of.

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

nothin but bugborg on the brain