mistermagicmarker:

“Trust me, it isn’t, but it would have been funnier if you hadn’t known beforehand.” He shrugged, tongue working at his buttery fingers after handing the bowl over to Conrad. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to watch his former - vampire - now - teenage friend look just a bit uncomfortable, before turning his head completely to face him. 

“So are you glad you can actually eat again?” Of course he was, but Hanna couldn’t help but ask. He had questions about vampires which would have to be put off for a while (speaking of which, he had to find a way to reverse whatever spell that was put on Conrad, because he couldn’t stay fifteen forever), but for now he could enjoy spending time with the other without feeling guilty. 

Guilt was unavoidable — it was Hanna’s fault that Conrad was in that state to begin with. Well, it was also his fault that Conrad was fifteen again, but at the same time it wasn’t, and just thinking about that began to give Hanna a migraine.

Thankfully, his thoughts were interrupted by the other making a mess of the popcorn. Hanna laughs before shaking his head and leaning over, face only a few inches away from Conrad’s. 

“Doing that takes skill, Connie, and you still haven’t mastered it,” To prove his point, Hanna grabs a handful — skillfully, like he put it — and stuffing it in his face. Of course, he had only been showing off, so Hanna ended up making a bigger mess than he had intended, then tried to cover it up with a laugh.

“… Heh. See what I mean? Skil — Oh, hey, the movie’s starting!” His sentence cut short when the television goes silent, which immediately steals his attention.

Honestly, he felt he’d be a little pissed if he wasn’t warned about the character’s shenanigans. Still gonna kill Toni. Though Hanna’s fingers were a nice distraction.

Is Conrad glad he can eat again? Well… He could answer this in a number of ways.

“Fuck yes.”

Yeah. Best way.

He definitely loved being like this. Granted, the hormones made him feel a bit wonky from time to time, but it was easier to deal with when you have the mentality of a twenty-seven-year-old. The dreams were pretty nice, too.

An unamused expression goes over his face as Hanna made a mess with the popcorn from trying to show off. He glanced between the screen and the couch as he picked the popcorn out and put it in a pile on the table to later be thrown away.

(Source: snaggletoothachenleck)

mistermagicmarker:

Hah, never change, Conrad.

He moved his feet off of the table and kicked his shoes off, deciding that sitting with his legs crossed would be much more comfortable. He didn’t, however, do so silently. A grumble muffled by a mouthful of popcorn and a general lack of effort in the complaint contributed to it all. 

“I’ve only seen bits of this movie before, but from what I’ve seen it’s suppose to be really sweet.” Hanna focused on the previews, half paying attention to what he was saying while the other half was unusually interested in the television screen. He didn’t get to see anything in high quality very often, if you don’t count the ones he say when he was at work. The chance to lounge around and watch it instead of trying to sell it really made it special. 

“Like I mentioned before, there’s this part where Wallace starts making out with Stacy’s boyfriend and the girl just flips the fuck out!” He laughs, before his face drops. Hanna briefly glances over at Conrad before rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Oh, whoops. I kinda spoiled it, didn’t I.” The nervous chuckle that followed afterwords was followed up with Hanna holding the bowl out for Conrad to take. 

“Here, want some? Watch out for the butter, it really likes to stick.” 

Conrad let out a small sigh as Hanna noisily switched positions, his OCD watching for any mess that might be made. He’d rather watch the unusual glee in Hanna’s face over the previews of movies that have been out for quite a while.

“Eh, it doesn’t sound like a plot-changing scene.” Going to kill Toni.

Out of habit he almost refuses the popcorn, but stops himself because yes, he can eat it now. He grabs a handful of it and almost immediately regrets it, nearly spilling most of it on the couch and resolving to just lean over the bowl and put the popcorn in his mouth all at once.

(Source: snaggletoothachenleck)

mistermagicmarker:

As soon as Conrad joined him, Hanna dug his hand into the bowl of popcorn and grabbed a handful, paying no mind to how messy that would get. He happily stuffed it all in his mouth (again, disregarding whatever mess he made), before licking what was left of the butter from his fingers. He soon discovered that the slippery feeling of the butter would not come off quite as easily as he had anticipated, which might have been an amusing sight to anyone else. To him, however, this was slightly frustrating, and as he persistently licked off the butter, he almost forgot about Conrad all together.

“Oh, wait, aren’t you gonna put in the movie?” He asked, grinning the usual grin as he reached forward to take the bowl of popcorn from the other. Using the coffee table as a footrest, Hanna snuggled up against the couch with the bowl of popcorn in his lap, now happily munching away as he waited for the movie to start. 

Staring.

That was all Conrad could do while Hanna wouldn’t stop sucking on his fingers.

“Mo- Oh, right.” He cleared his throat and grabbed the remote, having already put the dvd in, and pressed play; the previews starting up.

He manages to halfheartedly complain, “Feet off the table.”

(Source: snaggletoothachenleck)

mistermagicmarker:

snaggletoothachenleck: 

Conrad had been distracted by the kernels - because glaring totally did make them pop faster - when he heard Hanna’s voice. He almost span around to smile and greet him, but contemplated it longer than he should have when Hanna was already in the kitchen.

“Hey Hanna.” He pulled his attention from the microwave. “Uh, Scott Pilgrim. Tony said something about how I’d like Wallace.”

He was suddenly a lot more nervous than earlier. Was that even possible? He’s alone in his condo with this spaztic redhead he couldn’t seem to get off his mind and out of his dreams and he can’t help but go over every worst-case scenario.

Luckily, the beeping of the microwave shook him from his paranoia long enough to not look like a fumbling idiot.

Hanna couldn’t help but raise one curious (and perhaps a little mischievous) eyebrow at the mention of the movie. He nodded, placing on hand on the counter before leaning against it, then placing his other hand on the other side. He closed his eyes and nodded, before a sly grin appeared on his lips.

“Hah, you mean the gay guy?” he can’t suppress the chuckle that manages to escape past his somewhat chapped lips, “Funny.” 

The beeping of the microwave snapped him out of his train of thought — now, he was interested in the popcorn that appeared to be ready. It had been a while since Hanna had last eaten the buttery snack, and the thought of it only increased his bubbling excitement.

 So much that he almost forgot why he was here in the first place. 

He told Conrad in their conversation before — since he was somehow a teenager, that did make things a bit awkward. Still, how could Hanna not jump on this opportunity? Conrad would probably be less stingy and it might be easier to get a straight answer out of him. 

“So I’m guessing the T.V.’s over he - whoa, nice place you got here,” He muttered, eyeing the place before him. Being use to run - down apartments and furniture that was always on the verge of falling apart made this sort of thing all the more special. Without a second thought, Hanna happily pranced over and jumped over the couch before plopping down loudly with a content sigh. 

“Damn, this is comfy, I could almost take a nap on it.” 

He looked over his shoulder and couch towards the direction of the kitchen, eyes pooling with the usual glee. 

“….I’m gonna kill her.” He growled to himself, pouring the popcorn out of it’s bag and into a large bowl, watching Hanna bounce through the condo. Smiling a little to himself, he followed into the living room after Hanna.

“Heh, thanks.” He took up the space Hanna left on the couch, bowl of popcorn in tow. He had a feeling from what Hanna’s office looked like, he wasn’t used to such a luxurious living space.

Meanwhile, his paranoia creeped back onto him and occupied his mind.

mistermagicmarker:

As expected, Hanna could hardly keep his excitement down as he practically hopped up the steps of the condo and jostled at the doorknob. It opened easily, and if he hadn’t been preoccupied by the thought of seeing Conrad, he might have questioned this little detail.

“I’m heeeere!” He chimed, hand still extended out to clutch the doorknob as he peaked out of the door, glancing around with a pair of curious eyes until he heard the likely source of his interest.

Hanna tore himself away from the entrance of the condo (not without the brief thought of how Conrad got in when he was a vampire if there was no one to invite him in, but maybe the rules didn’t apply if it was his own home?), before striding over to what he assumed was the kitchen. He was pleased to find the object of interest there, who was practically glaring at the microwave (well, it looked like glaring, but that expression never ventured far from Conrad) as if it could make the kernels pop faster. 

“Hey! Did’ya hear me come in?” Hanna wasted no time at all as he crossed the threshold of the kitchen, making his way over to the counter where a much shorter and younger Conrad was. The sight made the corner of Hanna’s lips tug upward — he looked slightly less … wore out, even if that frown still appeared to be a permanent aspect of his face. 

Above all else, he looked alive. 

“So, what are we watching?” 

Conrad had been distracted by the kernels - because glaring totally did make them pop faster - when he heard Hanna’s voice. He almost span around to smile and greet him, but contemplated it longer than he should have when Hanna was already in the kitchen.

“Hey Hanna.” He pulled his attention from the microwave. “Uh, Scott Pilgrim. Tony said something about how I’d like Wallace.”

He was suddenly a lot more nervous than earlier. Was that even possible? He’s alone in his condo with this spaztic redhead he couldn’t seem to get off his mind and out of his dreams and he can’t help but go over every worst-case scenario.

Luckily, the beeping of the microwave shook him from his paranoia long enough to not look like a fumbling idiot.

(Source: snaggletoothachenleck)

sardonicpuppeteer:

Please? Maybe? Is that too much to fucking ask?

I literally feel like I can’t do anything on this account without 20 other people doing THE EXACT SAME SHIT.

People have directly copy and pasted the shitty description I wrote and have used them for various Strider accounts, but mostly Bro and Sis rpers.
People have taken the various graphics I’ve made and used them for their own Bro accounts.

Every time Bro experiences a large plot-centered event (dying, vampirism, rule 63), GOD KNOWS how many fucking peopel do THE SAME THING. 

I am literally SCARED to be creative with my RP now thanks to you unoriginal motherfuckers.

THE LEAST you could do is ASK first, especially if you’ve used my images or my girlfriend’s art or my description or MY IDEAS.

THE LEAST you could do is WAIT A LITTLE BIT. Loads of characters died before Bro was even in the fucking MORGUE. 

Fuck all of you right now.

Seriously. 

You disgust me.)) 

[[stop making me want to plot with you]]

((hehe

what if

a babby!connie showed up…………………..))