#whiitenoize

[fangedscience]

@whiitenoize​​​ //: cont. from here

Henry watches intently with a furrowed brow as Mauri lifts her hand and the holographic display materializes. He’s conflicted as she explains it again. One part of him wants to inspect the metrics of each cybernetic part individually and take them apart to better understand them  (theoretically, of course, he’s not looking to dissect her like some kid’s science fair project). Empirically, it’s fascinating. However, the other part of him can’t help but worry. Human bodies are complicated, fragile machines in their base forms. He can’t help but see the potential dangers this new machinery opens up. But he isn’t about to point out what he’s sure she’s already worried over. 

"And such a nerd to be so excited about it too. Who gets this worked up about technology? So embarrassing for you.”

[fangedscience]

🔴 #8 — lbh, this prompt is 8 years overdo ♡

A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME.

8.  my  muse  sinking  their  fangs  into  your  muses  neck.

Henry hadn’t planned for things to go this way. Mauri was sitting on his lap, pressed close, and it really shouldn’t have been a surprise at this point of their relationship. Drawing her blood the way they had been doing for so long felt oddly cold by now and it made sense that due to that dissonance it was time to increase the intimacy of the exchange. He’d expected to work up to it some, maybe start with a wrist, but Mauri was being stubborn and that certainly was not a surprise in the slightest. He took a steadying breath that was not at all needed and allowed his vampiric nature to rise to the surface: his eyes turning black and red, black veins fanning out, and his fangs elongating. He started to ask if she was sure, but before any noise made it past his lips, the look she gave him made him stopped him from saying a word. He was not looking to get slapped and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about this moment for what felt like a long, long time. He wasn’t about to mess it up for himself if he could help it. Instead he settled on making a noise that was somewhere between clearing his throat and a laugh. He moved her hair out of the way, caressing her neck with the motion of his hand and pulled her closer. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck and, without any further preamble, bit down. He took careful attention to make sure it was a swift, clean puncture that wasn’t going to cause any more discomfort than it needed to. A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest at the feeling of her pulse jumping against his tongue. Henry griped her tighter to him and—yes, what a delicious mistake this had been. He could easily become addicted to this.

[fangedscience]

@whiitenoize​ //: cont. from here

It was a challenge and he wasn’t one to back down from a good challenge, but he was one to diffuse with humor in hopes that it decreased the likelihood of him getting slapped...

"Or I’m afraid I’ll have to insist on you wearing bubble wrap at all times — although, you could still hurt yourself with your powers....I’ll have to think of some safeguard for that. I’ll get back to you.”

[fangedscience]

FAVOURITE SHIPS: Mauri Taylor/Henry Sturges

Try as one might, some love stories are far too great to resist—and, oh, how these two tried to resist their affections for one another. Each had their own reasons for the methods they deployed to keep the world always at arm’s length. Both knew falling in love would be their undoing, but the fall was inevitable for the technopathic mutant and the mechanical engineering vampire.

SONG FOR FEELS: Don’t Be Afraid, You’re Already Dead by Akron/Family

[atimebombarcarchive]

“ oh , we’re using our made-up names ? in that case , I’m white noise.” - @whiitenoize​​ sent a MEME

“Aliases are for those too weak to keep themselves safe.” And their loved ones, but in Nebula’s case, those were rare. She can think of very few people who she would willingly protect in her own life’s stead. Hidden identities were not something her planet, or even her adoptive family, found typical. “Practically games for those that want to be powerful, but can’t actually commit to it.”

[kingvalkyyrie-a]

          @whiitenoize​ :     “No 'maybe?'. Anytime your face is on my dash.”

“ i  must  admit ,  you’re  a  woman  of  taste . ”

SEND  “MAYBE ?”  IF  YOUR  MUSE  HAS  THOUGHT  OF  KISSING  MINE .

[vuulpecula]

✖ @whiitenoize​ inquired: 💏

fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomize a number in order for my muse to kiss yours... | accepting !      ↳ 22. ...in a rush of adrenaline.

     The air she was gulping down still felt like acid against her lungs, reminding her that she was alive, that they were alive. “Holy shit,” she panted and not for the first time. “Holy shit! Did that really just happen?” It took her another couple of gulps before she was able to straighten, body bent, hands resting on her knees. “Did you see me hit that creature with the branch? And you, Mauri, holy shit, you were AMAZING!” Not very many people would react in such a way to a near-death experience, and perhaps it was simply the adrenaline speaking, but Fox’s eyes glittered when she looked upon her roommate, her friend. Genuinely in awe of the power that she seemed to exhibit. “What you did with those telephone lines--I’m still not even sure I understand, but I bet that creature won’t be bothering anyone for a while.” Again, her words were punctuated by deep breaths of air.

     They had run, scrambled really, for the way back through to their world, their reality. Fox hardly saw their brightly lit world, it could’ve been the weird, grey, dust-filled one for all she knew as her focus was only on Mauri. Perhaps it always had been. Lungs still not adjusted, they nearly BURST at her next movement. She embraced her friend, holding her somewhat clammy hands on either side of Mauri’s face as she pulled her in for...for a completely unexpected kiss. Maybe it was the awe or maybe it was the adrenaline giving her the confidence for such a forward action, either way, Fox pulled away just as quickly as she had approached. Repeating her favored, “holy shit,” though this time the letters were not filled with awe, but worry.

[hopeslastchxnce]

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @whiitenoize​

              The  short  version?  He  sought  to  kill. I  sought  to  protect.