Stiles Stilinski (
teenyoda) wrote in
asgardeventide2014-02-04 06:55 pm
Video - Day 398
[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]
Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.
[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]
Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.
[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.
There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.
A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.
The screen went back to Stiles.]
Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?
Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.
[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]
Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.
[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.
There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.
A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.
The screen went back to Stiles.]
Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

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Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, sure. But you can't tell him about the test, because then it'll never happen. Deal?
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[He prodded at Hale's belly, getting a squirm and a tail wrapping around his hand in an attempt to get him to stop.]
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[ meanwhile Cora is on the verge of falling asleep on her back, spread eagle, not a single care in the world. ]
Can't just go around tickling whoever you want, Freckles.
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[More tickles to the dragon belly, Hale flapping a wing at him before--
Oops.]
Okay, so I can, but maybe I shouldn't do it all the time.
[He sets Hale on the bed beside him before getting up. Time to change his dragon-pee pants.]
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[ well, isn't that the stinkiest accident. Cora's rolling over and snuffling at the air, like she's just- completely offended, and she has every right to be. Rachel's laughing, but she's pulling the collar of her shirt up over her nose too ]
You so deserved that, going after our poor little dragon. C'mere. [ she pats her knee and Hale's hopping right off the bed, walking right on over like he didn't just pee on his dad ] Cute little stinker. What did you eat?
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[Stiles wasn't that mean. He knew he'd sort of asked for it with the continuing tickling. Poor Hale was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking so completely mortified, head tucked under one wing.
At least, until Rachel calls him over. Then he's jumping down and hopping over to clamber up onto her lap.]
He might have gotten into the asparagus.
[He shucked off his pants, tossing them into the laundry basket and looking down at his leg.]
Hey, could you doodle me up some wet wipes or something?
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she's quick to sketch up a small box of wipes, baby fresh scent, yep. she pulls it off the page and holds it out for him to take ]
Here. Though you should probably just like, go to the bathroom and use a washcloth like a normal person. Lazy.
[ she turns to give him a grin, but ends up giving him a little wolf whistle. boxer-clad Stiles is a great Stiles, just saying. ]
So much for keeping things PG today, huh?
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[He rolls his eyes at her and takes the wipes, but he grins and puts his peed on leg up on the bed, waggling his butt at her before going to work cleaning himself off.]
You're the one with your brain living in the gutter, miss Dare.
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[ she makes a big gesture out of biting her fist, like oh lawd, dat butt. she can hardly control herself! but yeah, she eventually lays back, arching her back for a second so she can put the notepad and pen back into her pocket, but then her hands are free to help Hale get comfy on her lap like this, and then she reaches out to try and grab Cora's attention too. hoarding all the cute animals? her? no way ]
A girl could get used to this.
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[But his leg is now clean and smelling baby fresh and he tosses the used wipe in the garbage by the bed, putting the rest away because, hey, accidents happened and he might need them again.
Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of pants.]
You and Scott and Allison can all get together and be Disney princesses.
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[ so offended! but she's kind of got baby voice going because Cora just started leaning into her hand again and it's really, really cute ]
What, why am I a princess?
[ keeping all the animals to herself, maybe. but that was pretty much just a Snow White thing, wasn't it? hm. ]
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[He sees that look, Rach.]
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[ not that she sounds all that judgmental about it. nope, she's tipping her head back from her spot on the floor to try to see the status of his pantlessness, mostly because- ]
You should come sit by me.
[ or lay down. yes, on the floor. what? she wants to sit by him. ]
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[He looked over at her, stepping into his jeans and doing them up, waggling a finger at her.]
I should, but if I do, they might get an early education on human mating rituals.
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[ she's just going to reach her hands up towards him, which causes both Cora and Hale ( those names are so weird together. Stiles, you're weird ) to look up at him too, totally expectant ]
Please?
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[Those names are perfectly fine what are you talking about >>.
He zips up and stands there, looking from her to the big eyes on a scaly face, then the big eyes on a furry face.]
Are you trying to use them against me?
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[ and now she's trying on her own puppy-eyes, which are rare for her, she doesn't usually go there, but hey. drastic times call for drastic measures. ]
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[And now he was crumpling down, crawling over to join the three of them.]
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[He bent down and bumped heads with Cora when she came over, getting a puppy tongue across his face for his efforts.]
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