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Here is a non-exhaustive list of ideas for absolute trash that I love threading. Feel free to RNG it:

H/C (recovering from injury or illness)
High school/university AU
KITTENS
Bake sale rivalry! (ilu, Sue)
Pacific Rim AU
Sentai AU!
Coffee shop AU
Dancing for some reason
Black Jewels AU because fuck you that's why
Drunkenness, public or otherwise
IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A KISS ~~AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP~~
Stupid bets are so very, very stupid
We're at a wedding. Why are we at a fucking wedding. Who are these people even.
Mutual imprisonment/trapped in a room (some decent prompts here)
Secret relationship stuff--no one must know! That's why making out in public is even hotter!
Will always love that sentinal and guide AU thing
Oh god please stop crying help it's leaking and I don't know how to make it stop
I'm a sucker for that should never be together stuff.
Honestly, I fucking love AUs, just make something up, I don't even care. Bonus if it's from some movie or TV show where I know the canon so I don't have to ask dumb questions.
The way you blew that guy up was really amazing oh god I have a crush on you now shit shit shit
Hit me with a text from last night or make something up, I love writing Wrath text posts.
SERIOUSLY JUST MAKE UP YOUR OWN I WILL NOT MIND AT ALL

If the display was supposed to intimidate, it was a spectacular failure; it would take more than unsuble shows of weaponry to dissuade him. In fact, perhaps it would be fair to say that the exact opposite. Despite how archaic a weapon the sword was, it was interesting. Rarely used, if at all, back home, and so he'd had little chance to ever see anyone in action with one, let alone proper care.

But he'd been caught, apparently, if her questioning had any merit. There was no reason to offer an answer though; he didn't owe any explanations, after all. Instead, there was merely a slight narrowing of his eyes, a flick of his gaze to the weapon, but no other tell that he'd even heard her. No need for idle small talk, it was unnecessary.

"Hm?" Yes, she sees where he's looking. Where, he's not the first to think she's weird for using a sword, or whatever. And he won't be the last. He gets the standard answer. "Eh, I figure guns are for people who don't have the balls to get in close."

She gives him a little smile. "Present company accepted of course. I'm sure you have all the balls in the world. Balls for days."

Okay, she might be... poking at him a little.

He's not dense; the ribbing earns her a look, displeasure and slight annoyance all in one. Were it not for the fact that she's shown on multiple occasions that she's actually quite skilled, he would be sorely tempted to terminate the contract. Or rather, terminate the parts that he's not entirely happy with.

But she's competent. And it's driving him to distraction, damnit.

"Fists 're better by that logic." And oh does he know the joys of hand to hand. Nothing quite like feeling the crack of bone under one's knuckles, after all.

"Sure, if your fists can cut through armor." Yeah, no. "Still have to get the job done. But if there's no armor, yeah. I'd rather punch the fuck out of someone any day."

More fun that way.

Eyebrow raise. "Not the type to ruin the fun by bringing a gun to a fistfight, are you?"

"Cave the skull in." Use the armor to one's advantage, after all. Not many people, or creatures for that matter, could survive metal plating being driven into their brain cavity. No fancy weapon work needed. Also, fun as hell, if he's being honest.

Her question only gets a slightly suspicious narrowing of his eyes followed by a very small shrug. Loaded, really. And he's never been above exploiting whatever advantage could be offered to him. "Do what you gotta do."

"Then how come you don't do that?" Because it's less feasible than a sword. She knows that. Jerk ass.

"Okay, so what you're trying to tell me is you're not fun to go drinking with."

"Amps metabolism." All that extra force and kinetic energy has to come from somewhere, after all, and being out in the field for extended periods of time doesn't really give him a good chance to replenish the drastic caloric requirements. And really, he's not in the mood to explain anything about strength mods, and their inherent weaknesses, right now. Especially to someone he's not quite able to trust. No need to give her any sort of extranious advantages.

Another shrug though, because she can think what she wants. "Not that. Just do what has to be done."

"Never noticed that, myself." But she went the enhanced muscle fiber route, and just assumes it's something every merc has done. It's more logical.

"That doesn't make sense."

It's actually pretty strange to be comparing mods, it's usually something pretty personal. Well, that and there's something to be said for keeping any advantages close to the heart.

She has some of her own though? Damn and damn, that only interests him more, despite the fact that he's trying to ignore that.

"It does." Makes perfect sense. "Win, any way possible."

If that involves underhandedness, so be it. At least he comes out alive.

She's never seen the point of keeping things secret unless she's in a competition of some kind. She gets contracts because she's good at what she does; she doesn't need any more advantages than that. And being honest is just easier.

"Well, if you're on a job, sure." Duh. That's just common sense. "But not on a bar brawl. That's just for fun."

"Depends on the brawl." Alright, yeah, he won't deny that throwing down every once in a while is extremely cathartic. There's just something about throwing a punch, throwing someone out a window, good for stress relief.

Occasionally though, the other party doesn't see it the same way. "They come at me, I'm the one walking out."

"You get a lot of people dumb enough to come at you?" The guy's a fucking monster. "Sure, people try to fuck with me all the time." She's tiny. She looks like she can't throw a punch. That's fine by her. "But you must go to the bars where all the dumb shits hang out." She grins at him.

Alright, that at least garners a slight grin; he can appreciate that. "Once in a while."

Hell, it's usually not too bad, a bit of fun, really. Sometimes leads to more, sometimes just leads to trips to the hospital, really either way is totally fine. "People get stupid after a few rounds."

"Really dumb, I guess." She shakes her head, laughing. "We should rumble some time. When the job's done."

That, at least at first thought, is a tempting proposition, but also an entirely terrible idea. If he's already having this many issues with being driven to distraction just on the job, it's certain to be a thousand times worse squaring off.

Given that, he grimaces slightly, giving her a once over, "so eager to die?"

Eyebrow goes up. Squint. "Little overconfident there, big guy. In your wildest dreams."

Alright, that does get a hint of a smirk. "Don't think so."

This is still a bad idea, this is a terrible idea. He's never had good impulse control though.

She smirks right back at him. "Your smile aint' gonna be nearly as cute when you don't have any teeth."

Well now. That's certainly not entirely a response that he'd expected, and it prompts another narrowing of his eyes, because he can't entirely tell how sarcastic she's being. Difficult to read, really. "Think you're over confidant."

"You started it," she points out. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't be as much of an asshole as you."

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there will someday be a universe in which maine isnt a little shit and this is not it

Well, she's a bit of a shit too~

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Apparently she is in permanent frysquint

to be fair she's got a reason to

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