#guys someone gotta remind me this place exists

[sheree-says-stuff]

LONG LOST MCR INTERVIEW!!!! RARE!!!!! '06

Interviewer: *laughing* "Alright, welcome to this very candid interview with Frank Iero and Gerard Way. Guys, thank you for joining us today!"

**Frank Iero:** "Yeah, no problem! Always a pleasure to be here."

**Gerard Way:** *eyes glued to iPad screen* "Mm-hmm, sure." *quiet chuckle*

**Interviewer:** *glances at Gerard, then back to Frank* "So Frank, we hear you've developed a bit of an admiration for someone—or, um, something—called 'Hawk Tuah Girl'? Care to explain?"

**Frank Iero:** *grinning* "Oh, yeah, Hawk Tuah Girl. She's honestly been on my mind a lot lately. I know it sounds a little random, but there's something about her that's so... powerful, you know? She’s like, this unfiltered force of nature, just breaking through expectations and being unapologetically herself. I love that. I mean, we could all use a little more of that energy."

**Gerard Way:** *barely looking up from his iPad* "Yeah, but does Hawk Tuah Girl ever, like... flush toilets or something?" *snickers to himself*

**Interviewer:** *laughs nervously* "Uhh, Gerard, not exactly the direction I was thinking we were going in, but, Frank, back to Hawk Tuah Girl—what is it about her that stands out to you?"

**Frank Iero:** "Right, right. So, Hawk Tuah Girl, for me, she represents this kind of freedom—like, the freedom to just exist and be a little weird, without needing validation from anyone else. It’s a vibe. A vibe I’m very much here for. Like, if I was ever stuck in a bad place, I think I could look to her as a reminder that being yourself is enough."

**Gerard Way:** *snorts and glances over at Frank* "So, basically, she’s your spirit animal now?"

**Frank Iero:** *laughs* "Yeah, I guess you could say that. She’s like my punk rock superhero."

**Gerard Way:** *muttering under his breath* "I need a superhero who knows how to hit the 'skip' button on Skibidi Toilet."

**Interviewer:** *laughing* "Gerard, are you... watching *Skibidi Toilet* right now?"

**Gerard Way:** *holds up iPad, showing a clip from *Skibidi Toilet* where a dancing character is wildly out of sync with the music* "Uh, yeah. It’s... art."

**Frank Iero:** *grins mischievously* "See, Gerard's whole thing is balancing deep, introspective moments with... *Skibidi Toilet*."

**Gerard Way:** *shrugs* "It’s a balance. You can’t take yourself too seriously all the time, right? Gotta laugh at the weird stuff."

**Interviewer:** *laughing* "Fair enough! So, Frank, it’s safe to say that Hawk Tuah Girl brings a lot of meaning into your life. Would you say she’s changed your perspective on your own art?"

**Frank Iero:** "Oh, definitely. I think, just like her, I’ve been learning to embrace the messiness, the weirdness. The world doesn’t need another ‘perfect’ version of anything. It needs something that feels real. And Hawk Tuah Girl, man, she’s real. She’s like a reminder to just... make noise and have fun while doing it."

**Gerard Way:** *nodding sagely* "Yeah, and *Skibidi Toilet* reminds me that anything can be art if you believe in it hard enough." *pauses* "Also, I think I might need more toilet humor in my life after this interview."

**Interviewer:** *laughing* "Well, there you have it, folks. Frank Iero finds inspiration in Hawk Tuah Girl, and Gerard... well, Gerard is watching *Skibidi Toilet*. Thank you both for such a delightful and slightly chaotic chat today."

**Frank Iero:** "Anytime. But seriously, if you haven’t checked out Hawk Tuah Girl, you need to. It’s a vibe."

**Gerard Way:** *still transfixed by his iPad* "Yeah... it’s all about the vibe." *mutters* "I’m not skipping this one."

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 15 - Ketchuped To Hell

Company Employee A: I’m so sorry to bother you.

Company Employee A: We’ve been able to handle English-speaking and Asian countries just fine, but this region is a little more difficult for us and there aren’t many people in the company who would be able to help…

Company Employee A: I’ve been considering outsourcing, but I haven’t gotten approval yet. Please, can you at least make sure there aren’t any parts that could be misunderstood in the machine translation?

Chikage: That I can do easily.

Chikage: …

*Typing*

Chikage: (So this is the final document.)

Chikage: --.

Chikage: (...Same last name and everything. I still hate myself for reacting to it out of reflex.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsumugi: It’s been quite a while since the voting period for the final selection started, and yet the notices of debut performances aren’t showing any signs of stopping.

Kazunari: And there are still just as many new troupe and troupe member recruitment notices too~.

Kumon: That reminds me, there was a kid in one of my classes that said they were thinking about starting to do theater.

Tsumugi: It seems like the more people are exposed to the opportunity, the more people become interested in it.

Tenma: And because of the SNS Votes, more and more theater companies are shifting their focus to streaming.

Omi: While working on a photoshoot the other day, I met someone who works in the film industry and they said they’ve suddenly been really busy lately.

Yuki: A lot of people’s impressions from overseas are starting to pop up online.

Tasuku: The new Fleur Award really is helping to bring life to the world of theater, just like they said at the first press conference.

Azuma: It’s especially amazing considering things have only just begun.

Sakyo: Yukio-san is the type of guy to be in the eye of the storm when it comes to theater.

Guy: With the increased attention on it, he and Kamikizaka must be very busy doing various interviews.

Sakyo: Well, I’m sure Reni-san’s handling it just fine.

Yuki: The number of reviews on the theater forums has gone through the roof, but a good chunk of them are pretty scathing.

Yuki: Even performances done by famous theater companies and playwrights are getting stuff like, “I couldn’t understand the dialogue because they talked too fast, but the costumes were cute, I guess.”

Yuki: And “It suddenly turned into a contemporary dance thing and I had no clue what it was supposed to mean, but overall it was interesting.”

Azami: Honest but harsh, I guess.

Sakyo: They probably didn’t understand the stylistic beauty of that troupe, so it’s likely just them being candid on their first time seeing them perform.

Tsuzuru: They’re interesting to read, but I fear the day they come after us.

Sakuya: I wonder what they’re gonna say about us…

Izumi: Let’s not overthink things and start catastrophizing. We’ll be fine as long as we be ourselves.

Itaru: Right. If we worry about it too much and disappoint our existing fans, we’ll become the harbingers of our own doom.

Yuki: Well, it’s probably best that we all limit ourselves when it comes to reading reviews.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Yuzo: Mornin’.

Tsuzuru: Good morning.

Sakuya: Good morning! We’ll do our best today!

Izumi: Sorry to do this when you’re busy preparing things for your own troupe, Yuzo-san.

Yuzo: It ain’t a problem.

Itaru: Have you figured your attack plan for the Fleur Award on your end, Yuzo-san?

Yuzo: We’re just gonna do what we always do. That said, we got our asses kicked durin’ the pre-votin’.

Izumi: MANKAI Company placed 70th.

Yuzo: We were 103rd.

Sakuya: Furinkazan was!?

Tsuzuru: Even though you’re so popular your tickets sell out every show and you have a pretty solid fan base…

Yuzo: That’s ‘cause most of our fans are older.

Yuzo: So most of ‘em didn’t even know the pre-votin’ existed or if they did know, they didn’t know how to do it.

Yuzo: It’s gonna be a tough battle, but we’ve gotta fight in it in our own way.

Yuzo: Well, this ain’t the end of things, so we’re gonna take it at our own pace and not try to rush it.

Yuzo: But that’s just Yukio-san throwin’ us curveballs in the same way he always does. The things that guy comes up with never fails to amaze me.

Izumi: Haha… that’s him, alright.

Yuzo: Well then, if you’re all ready, then let’s get things started.

Sakuya: Okay! We’ll do our best!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yuzo: …

Izumi: What do you think…?

Izumi: (I haven’t felt this kind of nervousness in a long while…)

Yuzo: Haaah… You’re as stiff as ever.

Yuzo: Given it’s a sequel to your debut performance, there ain’t any problems with the way you’re interpretin’ the roles, but overall, you’re fightin’ spirit just ain’t there.

Yuzo: Tsuzuru, you’re still havin’ your doubts about the script, and that’s why you’re not fully focused on the play, ain’t it?

Tsuzuru: …Yes.

Yuzo: And the rest of ya are too focused on wantin’ to put on a good performance to get the results ya need for the rankings.

Yuzo: ‘Course, puttin’ on a good performance does matter, but you guys should damn well know that by now.

Yuzo: Above all, you should think about what ya wanna convey and accomplish with this performance again.

Yuzo: Do ya wanna earn your spot in the rankings or do you wanna show off your growth…

Sakuya: --.

Yuzo: ‘Course, there’s nothin’ wrong with wantin’ recognition. But if that’s all you’re doin’ it for, then you’re just earnin’ points.

Yuzo: You’ll end up bein’ consumed by thoughts like, “If we do this, we’ll be more popular and get more points” or “If we do that, we can get some extra points”-- But what we’re doin’ is theater. It ain’t a competition.

Yuzo: What is a Spring Troupe play to you guys? What are you doin’ this for? Who’re you doin’ this for?

Yuzo: You’re doin’ a sequel of your debut play. What did that play mean to all of you back then?

Yuzo: If you’re gonna do a sequel to your debut performance, maybe it’s best ya go back to those origins and give ‘em a look over again.

Yuzo: …But do it with some caution, yeah?

Izumi: (I wonder if Yuzo-san is also pretty worried about the new Fleur Award.)

Izumi: (No, I’m sure companies other than Yuzo-san’s are worried too… We’re not alone in this.)

Izumi: (What place does our troupe have in the rapidly changing world of theater…)

Izumi: (Maybe we need to rethink the path we’re going to take.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Citron: It has been a long time since we have been ketchuped to hell like that~.

Masumi: Criticized to hell?

Itaru: His kindness stat has been upped since back then, though.

Chikage: Isn’t that because of how much he approves of us?

Masumi: But that just makes fixing the parts he doesn’t approve of that much harder.

Sakuya: There… really is no easy answer, huh? Our Spring Troupe’s acting… our origin…

Tsuzuru: Who would’ve thought it’d be so hard just to be ourselves?

Chikage: Because sometimes you’re not the one to understand yourself the best.

Izumi: We decided to do this sequel in order to go back to our roots and remember where we started…

Izumi: So, what do you all think was the best part about Spring Troupe back during the first RomiJuli?

Sakuya: To be entirely honest with myself, my acting skills were horrible. All I had back then was my desire to act.

Tsuzuru: But you’ve still got that desire even now.

Sakuya: Yeah! If anything, I love and cherish theater even more than I did back then.

Masumi: So I wonder what we’re “lacking” now.

Itaru: I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m way more absorbed into theater than I was back then, at least.

Chikage: Our bonds as Spring Troupe have deepened and we’ve all improved too.

Citron: I do not feel like we are lacking anything~…

Masumi: But I get what Yuzo was saying.

Tsuzuru: Same here… He was right about me not being able to shake my hesitation about the script, too.

Chikage: Differences from our debut performance, huh…? For better or worse, this is no longer our “first time” on stage.

Itaru: You mean like our freshness is gone, or something? Well, there is a certain something about an author’s debut work, I guess.

Sakuya: You can only have one “first time”, so it’s not something you can do again, huh…

Tsuzuru: So, does that mean that, in a way, we’ll never be able to surpass our debut performance…?

Itaru: Sad, but true.

Masumi: Something that can’t be surpassed despite our improvement, huh…

Itaru: The impact of a first time and a blissfully unaware, reckless drive do have a certain power to them.

Sakuya: Hmm…

Izumi: …

Izumi: (Everyone seems gloomy now.)

Izumi: Let’s let this problem sit for a bit and each think about it more individually. We’ll have another meeting about it some other day.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha.

Itaru: …Yeah.

*Phone buzzes*

Sakuya: Ah--.

Izumi: The meeting’s over, so you’re okay to go and take that.

Sakuya: Sorry, excuse me, then.

*Footsteps*

Sakuya: --Hello, Sakuma speaking. I appreciate your call.

Sakuya: Um, I’m so sorry. About that…

*Door closes*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Iv: maintenance’s been extended

shiki: I have more exams tomorrow, so I probably won’t be able to play much today.

Iv: our’s start on thurs

Kar: Good luck

Iv: don’t you got em too?

Kar: Started the day before yesterday

Iv: oh, so you’ve already started

shiki: Cool about it as ever.

momo has entered the chat.

Kar: Yo

shiki: You’re late today.

Iv: you got exams too, momo?

momo: Ran away from home

Kar: Way to change the mood lmao

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[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Gaiden has been progressing well! I'm having a TON of fun playing and it's just. SO GOOD SKDJKWKW. I'm having fun with fights again! This is already shaping up to be a contender for my TOP3 games list.

I'm in chapter 2.

Okay first of all, Kiryu has an agent arc??? Interesting! Also this game is GORGEOUS. As gorgeous as Kiryu himself kdjdkwksw🫡 Damn does he look mighty fine in this one.

Based on the year given, this seems to be set around Like a Dragon? So this is a kind of "Meanwhile elsewhere" type of thing? Makes sense now why my mutual said that this game HAS TO be played at this specific point.

Please do not. Remind me of this. I haven't healed yet. Ouchies. Brb, gonna cry a little. Just a bit. I KNOW why he made this decision but it's painful 😭

I don't know why, but the whole "I gave up my name" thing hurts me surprisingly lot. I never really thought about it much, the thought of having to give up my name and being forced to live behind aliases makes me ache.

It's one thing to have your name changed on paper, but not having a proper name at all just makes it feel even more like you're totally isolated and will never be able to settle and be a part of society again. Never fully belonging anywhere; just drifting along without proper attachments. And in this case, fully dependant on Daidoji to have a place in the world at all. And I know it's basically what Kiryu signed up for, but... oof.

Kiryu in general has this extremely depressed look and vibe. He seems very numb and sad. Which is totally valid considering EVERYTHING, but it really does show just how terrible his mental health is right now. The last time he seemed this apathetic was at the start of Y5, but even then he seemed to at least have a sort of anger or frustration keeping him going. Now he's just... empty.

For a single second I was going HANNYA MAN FROM YAKUZA KIWAMI??? And then realized this guy's build and hair are totally different and that Majima's tattoos don't go that far down his arms :( And there's the whole fact that Majima saw Kiryu for the first time again at the Daigo-Watase "We're quitting and so are you" party.

First of all, MASSIVE meme potential here.

Secondly...

PLEASE DON'T DIE, COOL OLD MAN. I love you <3

I find Kiryu and Hanawa's dynamic interesting. Despite Hanawa being... well, not an asshole, but seemingly not very pleasant either, Kiryu seems to actually like the dude somewhat. He did say Hanawa is "the only connection I have made in this dull, pathetic existence" which is... okay - first of all - let's not unpack all that trauma, hurt and depression right now!! But I also get the feeling that there is a type of fondness here. Idk; maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome. But I have a hard time believing that 100%.

The first "That's a Lot Of Men" of the game for me. It's not like a MASSIVE horde of people, but this is still kinda early on in the game.

Yupp, knew immediately Kiryu wouldn't take the deal. Firstly, reviving Kiryu Kazuma and going back to his family would basically just take him back to the situation he escaped by dying. Back to square 1.

Secondly, Kiryu would never have a man killed just to be happy himself. That's just not how he operates. You'd think people would have that figured out by now.

Also can y'all stop using the Morning Glory kids as a "haha gotcha now you gotta help us"??? That never ends well for anyone, never has; y'all are idiots😭

I love Akame!! She's incredible ^_^ She's like... Sotenbori's own Florist but she looks after her people more and takes on a more active role in helping them.

....

Speaking of... what DID happen to the Florist? Did the man die?? Or was he finally sent to... The Side Characters We No Longer Need Void™ ??? Insane. RIP you legend.

ANYWAY. I feel like being around Akame will definitely do Kiryu some good. Having someone who's not a total asshole around might help him feel at least somewhat better for a bit.

I'm gonna grind the SHIT out of Akame network, the perks are way too good to pass up on. And I don't wanna rush through the game.

Hii my precious!!! ☺️🫶🏻

Tiger Drop is actually very cheap. Gonna go for it fr. I'm not in the habit of spamming it on everything, but I find learning the timing and using it properly very satisfying. I feel like it's gonna be VERY difficult to pull off in this game since the combat IS very different from Y6.

[bengiyo]

Be My Favorite Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Kawi was forced to accept the finality of his dad’s death (again), and also faced himself and Pisaeng properly. He’s fully-revealed his time travel shenanigans to Pisaeng. Kawi is trying to end things with Pear, and asked Pisaeng to go out with him. Also Max gave a speech at an LGBTQ event and committed to staying Thailand.

I like coming back to the sushi date and reiterating that Kawi has to choose to be responsible with alcohol. It’s also nice to see Pisaeng enjoying a moment.

Oof, Pear’s mom deserved that gut check.

Oh, Pisaeng, don’t set up a false dichotomy between the band and yourself at the beginning of your relationship.

I feel a bit nervous about Pisaeng drinking instead of Kawi.

Aye is so good. You can feel how long Pear has been holding this resentment.

Oh, I really do not want them to kiss like this. Why is every single one of their kisses fueled by alcohol?

Wow, this show just made me glad that a Krist character blocked a kiss.

I don’t care for Not. His first instinct is always to tear someone else down.

I do like when one of them knows the other is staring and pretends to keep sleeping to let them have it.

Kawi’s desire to take their relationship seriously, and to hold back on taking advantage of Pisaeng’s wealth so they can find a way to be more equal in their relationship is really just so nice to see.

I despise Not. Kwan and Pisaeng, we need to have a talk about the kinds of guys y’all like.

See, and this is why I hate Not. He took coming out away from them. This is so gross and so cruel. I’m over this dude. Pear has to come here and force the issue herself, and now Kawi has no chance of letting her down easy.

Not said, “No, I will not Make It Right.” I’m so sick of this dude. Kwan, you deserve better.

If Pear really gives it up for this dude, I may revolt.

Kawi’s concern for others reminds me of Akk in The Eclipse. Just like in the Our Skyy 2 special, there’s a similar thread about living our lives for other people or for ourselves as a major source of tension.

Pear just put that nasty little dude in his place! “Stop talking about OUR friends and stop sniffing around me.”

Pisaeng is right that Kawi can’t see a version of the future that isn’t bad. There’s no way to exist long term as a queer person in this world without hope.

Looking forward to the dating era next episode, and I want to unpack that Kawi is reading Sherlock Holmes

Okay, real shit, we gotta do right by my girls Pear and Kwan before this is over. Pear’s issues with her mom are so real, and I can’t see Kwan go out like this!

[knowlessman]

"I'm sure it's hard for the white house to act with our own country in danger" oh shit they're bringin 'murica into this now, and maybe other players? …bnha s7e1-4

also tho "it's hard for america to decide to involve itself with another country" somebody doesn't know what the CIA actually does and what our threshold for meddling in other countries is

IT'S JANE CENA (hums john cena intro theme)

-- also could swear there's an existing marvel/dc miss america type hero called Star but in what world would that stop this writer

tfw you're a third-string minion and you're hiding alone in a cave with your evil master and he won't shut up and he's making less and less sense

okay who put pajama sam in a suit, I thought he stopped wearing shirts these days

"quirk: new order! when she tags something, she decides what its rules are!" okay maybe this guy does know anything about america at all

-- "is his name not tomura shigaraki?" hehehe she got L'd. not that not knowing a place's or people's real name ever stopped america from forcing whatever rules it wanted. guess she's not so close an analogy after all.

-- (star made herself a Stand out of air and caught him like a bug) yes, I'm sure hitting the big bad with, idk, extreme air pressure? and lasers, and very big missiles, will finish the job in the first couple episodes of the final season.

all for one was going on about "you're Spinner, you spin things together" does spinner have a quirk beyond being a lizard man or not

new OP and ending are okay, no notes

"this is a watershed moment for both of us. this is like… forcing each other to play shitty games!" I have to know what other translations for this line there are. …dammit, this site doesn't have an english dub version. (or I can't find it)

…huh. so he's admitting that that would've killed him. okay now THAT's interesting, he has a limit and it's a known one. …they just gotta do that again and not miss. with extra super-missiles that they probably don't have because they banked em all on this.

-- it is a game, tho, it's an actual game (that the villain is winnin cuz the show ain't over, but he's not winning it through invincibility or by playing cards he wasn't holding, and that's not nothing)

ayup. she's poisoned the vampire. I thought maybe she would just find a way to erase her own quirk before he could take it, but

-- "I don't have anyone to pass New Order onto!" … "my Reflect quirk! it's been destroyed!" well DAYUM, I was just thinking how this arc was actually pretty cool even tho it didn't seem to be adding anything that'd stick, but

-- …so, he found someone to shove new order onto, but Star's ghost had more words for him, so I'm not totally sure whether the transfer, like, worked. it sounded like he just didn't get to steal the rando's quirk, but idk

"we've captured gigantomachia and kept him asleep" uh-huh. yeah. sure. he's totally not gonna get back up the second mojo jojo decides he's got a use for him. he totally hasn't done that time and time and time again already. he's the juggernaut, he has to be considered "in play" at all times. …he's like Squee, he can be cast from exile

…laserguts?

-- ohhhhh. …wowwwwwwwww holy shit

-- I wasn't even looking out for a mole. 'XD it had well and completely left my brain. reminds me of when the finale for scooby-doo get a clue revealed that trebla was albert and I felt the stupidest a show has ever made me feel (tbf one is not exactly looking out for subterfuge while watching that show, it is an exceptionally stupid installment of the franchise)

-- "uhhh I heard from hagakure" DEKU YOU FUCKING SNITCH HOW EVEN… HOW IS THAT THE FIRST WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH I'm fuckin dyin here 'XD what the fuck

-- ("my body refracts light" so blocking aoyama's laser makes hagakure's face partly visible for the first time) …huh. … "and because this writer is The Way He Is I'm also nekkid but somehow he's restraining himself from acknowledging that because this is just that important a scene"

uhhh yeah more double agents, that panned out so well the first - …okay actually I don't remember the full details of that well enough to say it didn't pan out at all so nvm

"hey, hey. a crime is a crime, you know" shut up mic nobody likes your fashy ass

-- "it's partly our fault for not catching him" you aren't making any more sense than mic right now iida but go off

("we gotta get our gear repaired") "they were a prototype from overseas" I've already forgotten whether it was melissa's actual canon gauntlets that he got tbph

ayup. stopping for now cuz I gotta leave for work in a few hours. will post these sometime today ig

[writingwithina]

Reading makes the heart grow fonder

Author's note: I'm back with another story. Hope you guys like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and my inbox is always open if you wanna pop in and talk! Happy reading ❤

Content: Fluff. Few mentions of parental neglect and trauma in the beginning.

If there's one thing Y/n was sure of, it was that fictional characters can never hurt her in the way  real people did. Growing up in an abusive household she witnessed every terrible thing, heard every heart shattering word being said to her mother. She could not believe that the person who promised her mother a love for eternity and beyond could hurt her in such a way. So Y/n decided that she would never look for love and if it found her somehow, she would run away from it as far as possible. So far she has been lucky. Her college life consisted of some meaningless one night stands or a friends with benefits relationship that she always broke as the relationship hit the one month mark. Looking at her friends being in relationships that were founded on love and trust made her long for a similar connection but then she would remind herself that such happily ever afters existed only in books and movies and not real life. So she turned to books for comfort. If she was not found at her job or her home, she would be at the Rêveries on the 24 Boulevard du Jardin Exotique, Monaco. That little bookshop was her safe place. She could lose herself reading the plethora of books, forgetting the expectations people had from her. 

It was early Saturday morning and Y/n found herself browsing through the psychological thrillers shelf when someone bumped into her and hit her head. She was about to give the person a piece of her mind when he started apologising profusely. 

" Aye, I'm so so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and I just needed to escape from the people outside and so ran inside the first place I found and I ran into you and I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. " 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes widened a bit from horror. He looked like a scared yet cute puppy, Y/n noticed. She just shook her head and let out a simple, " It's okay, it's fine. " 

"I'm Charles by the way" 

"Y/n" 

"Lovely name for a pretty girl. " 

Charles was entranced by the beauty of the person in front of him. Even with her brows furrowed as she stared at him in disbelief, she was pretty, infuriatingly so. He hoped he would be able to get her number. But then he realised he probably ruined his chances by being a blubbering mess. Still he thought he would give it a try. 

" So can I make it up to you by taking you out for a cup of coffee? " He asked her, desperately praying she would say yes. 

Y/n shook her head, " Uh, no , that won't be necessary. I'm fine. " 

Charles was disappointed. He was looking for a way to keep the conversation flowing when he noticed the book in her hand. 

" Is that " The Guest List" by Lucy Foley? " 

" Yeah….I've been meaning to read a psychological thriller and my friend recommended this. " 

" I've read it and it doesn't disappoint. You should definitely give it a try. " 

" You like reading? " 

" Yeah! It just gives me an escape from everything you know? Like I can forget about racing, PR events and every other thing" 

"Racing? " Charles didn't miss the adorable way her face scrunched and a slight pout appeared on her lips as she asked him about his profession. 

" I'm a Formula 1 driver. You like to watch? " 

" Uh, I have never watched it before, I'm sorry. " 

" There's nothing to be sorry about. If you want, I can explain it to you. " There was an excited glint in his eyes. He was hoping she would say yes so he could talk to her a little more. It didn't matter if he only got a few more seconds with her, he just didn't want the meeting to end. 

" I'm sorry but I gotta go. I've a meeting to prepare for . It was lovely talking to you Charles. " 

With that she left. Charles was a bit sad. No he waa extremely sad but convinced himself that he would meet her again and this time, he'll get her number. 

A month passed before they saw each other again. They met at the same place. Again Charles asked her out and again she refused. This happened three more times before she finally agreed to going on a date with him. To say Charles was overjoyed would be an understatement. He meticulously planned their first date. They went stargazing. Under the night sky, illuminated by the stars, Charles kissed her for the first time but it wouldn't be the last time he did. It was as if all of Y/n's fears vanished from that kiss. She was scared of entering into a relationship but a part of her knew Charles would take care of her heart, that he would never do anything to hurt her and that she would always be safe with him. She took the decision to let go of her fears just this once and allowed herself to fall for Charles. 

They've been together for three years. They've fought like any couple does but their love was stronger than all of the problems they were made to face. Charles knew she was the one he wanted to spend his life with, the one he wanted to be the mother of his children. He wanted to grow old with her and he wanted the honour of calling her his wife. 

He had been trying to plan the perfect proposal for months. He wanted it to be special, he wanted it to be something she will cherish for the rest of her life. He was passing through the streets of Monaco when he came across the bookstore where they had met for the first time. He knew at that moment that this was where he was gonna propose to his love

It was Sunday morning and Y/n was dragged out of the bed and was instructed to get ready for a bookstore date. Y/n was thrilled. It had been way too long since they had gone on a bookstore date. 

As they reached the bookstore, Y/n immediately thought of the first time she had met Charles.  She is glad she decided to give him a chance. She couldn't think of her life without him anymore. 

As they entered the store, Charles handed a piece of paper to her. 

" Is this a scavenger hunt? " Y/n asked curiously. If there's one thing she loved more than Charles, it was a good challenge. 

"Sort of.  The first number is the book shelf . Second is the row number . Third is the book number..  Each book has one sticky note in it.  You need to collect all the notes and piece them together. "

Y/n did exactly that. The clues led her to various books, from crime fiction to a cooking book to a love story about a painter and his muse. 

Y/n had collected all the notes. As she tried piecing the words together, she realised they spelt, " WILL YOU MARRY ME? " She turned to Charles but he wasn't there. He was on his knees with a delicate ring in his trembling hands. 

" I had something written but I can't find it anymore. I-" 

Charles was abruptly cut off by Y/n. She threw herself at him and they both landed on the ground with a thud. 

"Y/n"

" You really wanna marry me? " 

"Yeah. You're the best thing in my life mon trésor. I want everything with you. The good, the bad and everything in between. "

" More than your championship winning trophy? "

" More than that. So what is your answer? You wanna marry me? " 

" Yes! A hundred times yes. " 

Charles slid the ring on her finger and kissed her softly. They both knew that there was no place they would rather be. They were ready to start their forever. 

[sparklyslug]

would love a snippet of your steddie big bang if you can share! 💖

I chose violence here I’m so sorry (IT WILL ALL BE OKAY I PROMISE)

….

“Don't overwhelm me all at once with enthusiasm,” Steve says. Tries to cushion it with a laugh to make it sound like a joke, but it rings loud and fake across the line, even to his own ears. Ha. ha ha.

“Well I only learned of the existence of this great love of yours five minutes ago, so give me a minute to catch up,” Robin says tartly.

“It’s not–”

“Steve,” Robin sighs. “This is a lot, all at once. I’m trying super hard here, and I am also really hungry and all out of Supportive Lesbian Friend energy. So, before I decide it’s for the best that we both hang up and I get a chicken sandwich in my face as soon as possible, I just gotta ask– why are you telling me all this?”

He takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to fight either, he reminds himself. That’s not why he picked up the phone in the first place. But then, he’s never wanted to fight. “About email guy, or about Eddie? Because I just–”

“Either,” she interrupts. “Both. Why not just put it in an email?”

Because I miss you, Steve wants to say, wants to howl down the line to her in her Alexandria apartment, a place he can’t even picture because he’s never been there. Because I miss you and there’s no one else to tell. Because I wanted to hear your voice.

“Because I don’t know what to do,” he says, finally. Aware that the silence has gone on maybe a little long.

Robin works through a silence of her own.

“I can’t–I won’t– tell you that, Steve,” she says finally. “Because we both know you’ll just do what you want, anyway.”

“That’s not fair, I–”

“Fine, maybe not what you want, but whatever you think someone else needs you to do. Which might seem less selfish, but also might actually be worse. I actually would love for you to do what you want, for once. What you want. Not Dustin, not Suzie, not whatever some stranger needs from you in the moment.”

“So that’s my advice,” she says after a second, maybe realizing Steve can’t or won’t respond to that. “Do whatever you want, Steve. I hope you actually do.”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

A Fashionable People short, taking place while Midge is still in the hospital after “On the Other Foot.”

Susie doesn’t sleep for a week.

A fucking week, and she cannot force herself to go to sleep, because every time she closes her eyes she sees her best friend, lying helplessly in that awful hospital bed, surrounded by her family and Lenny and Imogene and it’s just-

It’s too fucking awful.

So she smokes, and she drinks and she paces and she watches some TV and she reads, and she does a crossword puzzle, and she smokes and drinks some more, and nothing fucking does it.

So she braves the cold weather and heads to the hospital. 

Midge blinks at her, frowning in confusion. “Are you actually here, or am I just on the good stuff?” 

“Both,” Susie tells her, pulling up a chair. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

Midge nods, reaching out her good hand to pat Susie’s. “Believe me, I get it. It’s not easy to get any sleep here…doctors and nurses running around…the bed stinks, the pillows are flat.” 

“Yeah, well, it’s a hospital, not the Plaza Hotel,” Susie reminds her. “And they’re gonna let you out soon.” 

Midge huffs and shrugs, wincing a little. “Sure, they will.” 

“Hey,” Susie snaps. “You’re gonna get outta here, your gonna get better and you’re gonna get the fuck back to work.” 

Midge smiles just a little and nods. “Okay, Susie.” 

“You’re damn right, okay,” the older woman grumbles. She stays quiet for a long, long moment. “So…Lenny was with you when they brought you in.” 

“Yeah, he was,” Midge confirms. 

They both go silent after that, letting it hang in the air. 

“He’s in love with you,” Susie tells her. 

“Yeah,” Midge mutters.

“He’s also got an arrest record as long as your arm, and a really big fucking drug problem,” Susie reminds her. 

“Yeah,” Midge repeats. 

“He’s not exactly a nice, Jewish boy from the Upper West Side,” Susie points out, sitting back and crossing her arms. 

“Neither was Joel,” Midge counters. “And even when I found one of those, it didn’t exactly work out.” 

“Joel didn’t have the United State Government and a raging drug problem to contend with,” Susie argues. “Look, I get it. The guy’s good looking, he’s funny as fuck, you’ve been friends for a while now. I just wanna make sure you know what you’re getting into.” 

"I do know," Midge says softly. "But he gets it, Susie. It's not just that he's funny and attractive. It's that he gets what I'm- what we're trying to do. And he wants me to succeed."

Susie sighs softly and nods. "While we're talking about the men in your life, there is one thing I gotta come clean about."

Midge gives her a shocked look. "You fucked Lenny, too?"

"You fucked Lenny?!" 

"Say it louder, I don't think the corpses in the morgue heard you." 

"How long has that been going on?"

"Since the night before Carnegie hall…"

"That's good, though. We can spin thar. Two good friends, fallin' into each others' arms the night before his big gig, and then you get hit by a car. The optics on that ain't bad."

"You had something to tell me," Midge reminds her. 

Susie nods slowly, blowing out a breath. "It's about Joel?"

"You fucked Joel?"

"Fuck no, I know where he's been."

Midge laughs and winces. "Okay, that was funny. What about Joel?"

And Susie tells her. About the gambling. About losing so much of her hard earned money and going to Joel for help. About letting Joel manage her finances. 

Midge stays quiet, taking it all in. 

"You hate me now," Susie surmises. 

"I…don't," Midge admits. "Before my accident, I might have. But you shouldn't trust Joel with money. He is bad with money."

Susie stares at her, shocked. "Fuck, I thought the stereotype about Jews and money existed for a reason,” she half-jokes.

"For every last one of us except Joel," Midge jokes back. "When we were married I would try to ask about our finances and he'd tell me we were fine, but we were actually living beyond our means."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"Shit!"

Midge nods. "Yeah."

“I gotta get your money and find someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing,” Susie says.

“Yeah.”

“I thought because he cared about you so much-”

“Yeah, no.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Midge.” 

Midge nods. “I am, too. That plan of mine…it was awful, and I was awful, and I just- I had my head so far up my ass and then-” 

“Hey,” Susie says. “You can’t think about that now, you gotta focus on getting better. Cuz when you get outta here, we got work to do. Right?” 

Midge nods, looking grateful. “Right.” 

They sit in silence for a little while before Midge speaks again. 

“Susie?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Don’t ever make decisions about the money without me again.” 

“Yeah.”

[theknittingshadow]

A Shadow’s Scattered Thoughts on “Journey to the West”

Alright, people. Blame @semisolidmind for getting me into Lego Monkie Kid. Finally decided to check out the original “Journey to the West. Strap yourselves in because there will be NO organization or cohesion to this whatsoever!

I’m at Chapter 20 right now and so far…

-Wukong’s a little pretentious and entitled but, considering none of the monkeys of Huaguoshan questioned the existence of a fully-furnished palace in Water Curtain Cave, I’m not surprised.

-Shifu Subhodi definitely WAS harsh striking Wukong on the head, as I had heard about before. However, IT WAS ALL A SECRET CODE FOR SECRET IMMORTALITY LESSONS! Hallelujah, he’s not as big a jerk as I feared. Still, there are better ways to get your point across, sir.

-At first, it seemed like the book went on long tangents of unrelated stories. I began to think this was less a book with one overarching storyline and more a collection of stories. Then, I finally got to when Tang is chosen to go on the journey. I realized it was all BACKSTORY.

-The Celestial Realm is simultaneously more and less merciful than I thought. On one hand, they kept giving Wukong chance after chance when he’d get upset and beat someone up or something. On the other hand, they beat and banished Wujing over BREAKING A CUP.

-I was super confused on Lego Monkie Kid’s characterization of Ao Lie when the book first implied he set his father’s palace on fire on purpose. Continuing, it seems more like he lit the place on ACCIDENT. WHICH MAKES HIS WHOLE “AVOIDING CARELESS ACTIONS” and “MY POWES HAVE ONLY EVER GOTTEN ME IN TROUBLE” SPIEL MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!!!!!

-There is so much poetry in here, guys. So So So Much.

-Speaking of poetry, it reminded me of both the Odyssey and several Shakespeare plays where they pause to sing a song or something.

-Why does the author keep making the characters reiterate what just happened? They Do The Thing. Then they gotta explain to someone else The Thing. There’s rarely an instance of “and they recounted the events just described” and leave it at that.

-Why does the Jade Emperor need to take a carriage to go literally anywhere? Even just to the other side of the courtyard? Is it a really big yard?

-Tripitaka DID seem like an overreacting crybaby but then I thought “this is PTSD at work” and IT ALL MAKES SENSE. He gets kidnapped by ogres who kill and eat his personally chosen companions (who came from his monastery and whom he most likely grew up with as friends) before his very eyes. Of course he’s going to freeze up and/or freak out every time a monster appears and Wukong needs to leave his side for whatever reason.

-Related, crying now that you have to walk to the West seems ridiculous until you think it might be more crying about how he was nearly eaten by the dragon that ate his horse!

-Seriously, I could go on about Tang’s unusually frequent crying and how it relates to potential PTSD and delayed reaction to said trauma.

-People keep calling the disciples ugly right to their faces and I Do Not Appreciate It. On another note, Wukong is surprisingly chill about this.

-Bodhisattva Guanyin used a fillet on a bear yaogaui in one chapter. I was not expecting that. Maybe ancient ideas of mercy are different compared to today?

-I’ve read and seen SO many stories of how Zhu Bajie kidnapped the human woman he married but that’s…not what happened. Sort of. They married with both her and her family’s consent. It was only after his true appearance, huge appetite, and poor manners were revealed that her family tries to get rid of him. He keeps his wife away from them as a result. Normally, I’d say good for him for trying to cut off toxic people but his wife was described as pale and unkept when Tang and Wukong arrive. So…she’s not doing good and should really be returned to her family.

-Wukong laughs at people and calls himself “Old Monkey” a lot.

More scattered thoughts to come!

[celestialanon]

Brothers With a Trans Male Lover

Hello dear readers! So for this post, it’s obviously aimed for a specific audience! It was definitely self indulgent, and I hope I can provide something nice and some comfort to my fellow trans male readers! Please do enjoy this set <3

Lucifer

When he had first met you, he misgendered you on accident. You had politely explained to him that you were a male, and he honestly didn't question it, immediately apologizing to you and fixing his words. It wasn't until you both had gotten closer that you felt the need to explain when he found a binder of yours laying on your bed after laundry day.

He wasn't too surprised. Not that he fully understood what being trans meant, but he had seen a few demons express themselves in such a way that went against the gender norms, and he wondered briefly if maybe they were trans as well without knowing it. While he had many questions, he decided to leave them for another time in favor of telling you that he sees no problem with it and that he has looked at you as the man you were since the day you corrected him.

He often offers to help clean your binders by hand so they don't get ruined otherwise, as well as reminds you when to take it off if it's gotten too late. He wants to make sure you aren't harming yourself any. He always encouraged you to at least give yourself a breather when you were in his room, as he would not see you any differently with or without your binder on.

There was one memorable day you shared, you had overheard a few nosy demons murmuring about you in the hall. Harsh words that you've heard before, but words that stung just a bit more when Lucifer's name got thrown in the conversation. A new fear came along with the already existing dread of your identity: what did it look like to stand beside Lucifer like this?

He had noticed you unfocused at his desk, staring at your assignment and mindlessly messing with the pen in your hand. He went over and placed a hand at your shoulder, watching your face twist in discomfort. Your words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Aren't you embarrassed being with someone like me?" Lucifer had froze above you, looking down at you with shock.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be with a real man, or woman. I-I'm not not ruining your image, am I?" Your voice had become small, and he could hear the strain in it as you clearly forced yourself to stay composed. He merely shook his head, getting to your level before pulling you in a tight hug against his chest.

"You are a real man, my dear. I feel nothing but pride when having you by my side." He brushed the short strands of hair at your ear, leaning in close so you could hear him better.

"Never doubt yourself over such thoughts again, I've never wanted anyone as I've wanted you."

Mammon

At first, he honestly thought you were into cross dressing. Not that he really cared, he's seen his brother do it before, so it wasn't a big deal if that was the case. And you pulled it off quite well! But he soon realized he was wrong when you gave him a glare at his accusations, explaining that you were actually transgender. The poor guy, had absolutely no idea what you meant. He was given a detailed explanation by Lucifer, and was instructed to apologize to you immediately.

He found you sitting alone, gathering your things while awkwardly coming to greet you. Being the mess that he was, his apology was all over the place, but you couldn't help but smile at his words. A jumbled mess of "I-I didn't know you were a dude, my bad!" Leading to "I don't care what ya are, why do I gotta babysit?!" You fell into place beside him quickly after, forgetting your initial annoyance with him.

Now, he got defensive whenever someone threw out the wrong word. You'd be the one to tell him it wasn't a big deal, but he'll never forget the look you gave him when he got it wrong. Although he can't relate to you, he's not stupid enough to not notice how much it affects you. How could he not notice? The way you stare at your body in every passing mirror, the way your voice flattens when it sounds a bit high compared to everyone else, even the way he caught you once on your bedroom floor, sorting your clothes as tears stained your sad red eyes.

He quickly made his way to you, shutting your bedroom door behind him and crouching on the floor to meet your face. Your eyes flickered up to his, before turning back down as you quickly wiped at your nose. You couldn't possibly feign this while he was sat right in front of you. You had the urge to bury your face into shirt you were currently folding.

"Why? What happened?" He asked, and when you ignored his question, he released your grip from the shirt and peered closer at you.

"I said, what happened. Don't ignore me." The stern tone in his voice was not one you heard often. It caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"N-None of this looks good on me... I'm t-tired of looking this way..." You wiped at your eyes, trying to ignore the way your voice broke and how high it was. Mammon wasn't the best at comforting, but if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry. Absolutely soul crushing. He pat his hands onto his knees, beginning to pull you up with him by your arms.

"Alright, I got the problem. New clothes, right?" When you stared at him with bewilderment, he just smiled. He used the bare skin of the back of his hand to wipe under eyes, pinching your cheeks to stop your frown.

"What? If you don't like any of my clothes I'll buy ya some new stuff. So stop cryin' already, babe. Please..." He made sure the tears stopped before your shopping date.

Leviathan

Levi knew the minute you told him that you were trans. He has heard the term before somewhere on the internet, and immediately accepted you and treated you respectfully. He even asked you to be his "Henry", and started comparing you to more male characters that reminded him of you to see you smile. If you were having a bad dysphoria day, it was cuddles on the beanbag all day wrapped up in one of his large Ruri hoodies.

Levi was someone who seemed to be very comfortable with his masculinity, and you noticed this through his cosplays and behavior at times. If you expressed how much you wanted to be comfortable with yourself in the same way, he would help you by taking it slow. He invites you to get your nails painted with Asmo, to cosplay a female with him (mainly Ruri), or even shows you how to main females in the various games he plays. He never forgets to remind you that he never sees you as less of a man when you do so.

On a particularly bad day, you stood right in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the curves on your body as you covered your chest with a towel. You couldn't hide the sadness in your frown, just looking at your body sometimes made you feel sick. There was a light knock at the door, and you invited Levi to join you inside. He went red at first glance, but his surprise faltered when he noticed the look on your face.

"M-Mc? What's wrong?" He stood a small distance from you, not wanting to invade your privacy. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the binding tape on the counter and clutching the towel more tightly.

"Just stared at my chest too long again, no biggie...." There was a small silence, but you soon felt a nervous pair of arms embrace you from behind, pulling you flush against Levi's chest. In moments like these, where you felt the worst about yourself, he managed to find ways to make you feel otherwise.

"I can help... with the tape." He started, his chin resting atop your head. You could see the unwavering blush on his cheeks as he looked back at you in the mirror.

"O-Only if you want me too! I can leave if not." The tight hold at your waist told you he really didn't want to leave, nor did you mind. In fact, you felt it was a rather sweet gesture. And you trusted Levi more than anyone.

"Yeah, I want you to." So he did just that, listening to your instructions on how to properly wrap your chest, his gaze avoiding yours as much as it could. You wanted to laugh, he was clearly a bit embarrassed, but he was trying his best. When he was done, he asked if it was too tight for you, but he actually managed to wrap it quite snug.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You gave him a kiss in thanks on the lips, and that stupid smile of his that made your heart flutter appeared. It's hard to feel so bad about yourself when he looks at you that way, so full of love.

Satan

Satan had actually learned the term in a book he read. He was quite fascinated with the character and learning their internal struggles, so the first thing he felt for you when you told him was concern. He often asked what made you comfortable and what didn't, and adjusted himself so. He made sure everyone else did the same, at least among his brothers, and payed close attention to any other demons surrounding you. He was the first to correct anyone to misgender you and always apologized on everyone else's behalf.

When you two had gotten much closer, you sat him down and explained that it was okay for him to be less serious on the subject. That you were able to handle yourself against the words of lesser demons. You considered yourself to be quite confident, and he truly admired you for such. So he did as you asked, giving you some air and watching as you held your own against any gossip or awkward stares. It was child's play to you, you didn't care how anyone saw you, as long as you knew who you were yourself.

Like his brother, he would compare you to male characters he really likes. You two often make small jokes with each other, like saying "I guess that makes you gay now." It was an automatic joke, and you shut your mouth after saying it in fear that it would rub him the wrong way. To your surprise though, he just laughed. His smile was wide as he turned the next page of his current book, his light chuckles fading.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" That's weird. You had previously very rarely ever felt self conscious beside Satan, but for some reason, that joke had you freeze up in your spot. You felt yourself become nervous, rubbing your palms onto your pants to wipe away oncoming sweat. Your eyes met Satan's, worry flashing as you gave him a small smile.

"S-Sorry! I was kidding, just a stupid joke...." To save from humiliation, you picked up a nearby book, trying to forget what had just happened. Why did you feel that way? Was there secretly a part of you that believed Satan didn't love you as much as he said he did? Because you were a trans man? Was that the problem? Girls were never a problem before, but would he have preferred one? How could you just say he was gay now, even if you were joking? Well, there goes your mind again, thinking a mile per minute.

Satan had long already set down his book, turning to you as you personally crushed your spirit into pieces. You were clearly paying no attention to the book in your hands. He tried calling your name a few times, and when that didn't work, he pulled the book out of your hands, finally gaining your attention.

"Love? Why the sudden look? Did I say something wrong?" Your heart sank at his worried expression. You told him not worry himself over you numerous times, but he still did...

"N-No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said something wrong, I shouldn't have joked like that. You probably felt uncomfortable." Word vomit, multiple apologies, and Satan was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. That uncertain look in your eyes was not one he'd seen often. He carefully grabbed your hands with both of his, giving you all of his attention.

"Mc, I don't feel any discomfort from your joke. Rather, I thought it was fairly accurate..." When you didn't respond to him, a few things began to click into place. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, caressing his thumb into the knuckles of your fingers.

"You're a very handsome man Mc, and I feel lucky to be the one you want by your side. I believe that since we are both males, that constitutes for a homosexual relationship, does it not?" There he goes again, pulling out the specifics. You couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor. How could you worry yourself so much over a joke like this?

"Yeah, I guess that does make you pretty gay."

Asmodeus

Not only has Asmo learned what being trans meant from Solomon, but he had met many demons that expressed themselves as such as well. It was simple knowledge to him, so he didn't bat an eye when you explained yourself to him. He apologized swiftly before correcting himself and changing absolutely nothing with his advances towards you.

Getting close to Asmo was rather easy, and before long you two had become an item. And truly, it was hard to be insecure about yourself around Asmo. He praised your body like it was a well built sculpture, said your voice was close to heavenly and reminded him of the angels that used to sing to him. Your skin was as smooth as silk sheets and he just wants to sink into it until- well, you get the idea. The compliments were never on hold.

But you did manage to get a bit in the dumps when his small groups of fans came into the picture. They were primarily made up of women, unsurprisingly. That may have been what stung you the most. Deep down you knew Asmo probably didn't have a solid preference, but you wondered if he'd rather have imagined himself with a woman.

You were checking yourself in the mirror, you had slipped on something a little more on the feminine side. It was something from Asmo's closet, and you couldn't help but cringe. You wanted so badly to like it, maybe he would like it too. But instead you just felt miserable.

Asmo had entered the room with his loud greeting, quickly spotting you in the corner as you went stiff in your spot. He eyes you up and down, gasping in small surprise. Your shoulders hung low, and you could feel yourself getting smaller.

"I-Is it weird?" The look on your face showed that you didn't like it, and Asmo immediately caught on to the fact. He went in front of you to place his fingers at your chin, frowning at your frustration.

"Hon, if you don't like it that much, why did you put it on?" You couldn't look away, as he sternly kept you in place, looking at him. When you sighed in defeat, you began moving to undress.

"I don't know. I thought you would probably like this look on me more...."

"Oh no- Mc why would you think that?" He helped you remove your arms through the sleeves, setting the top aside before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm a little afraid.... That you might not like me because of who I am?" You spoke quietly, and he studied your features for a minute.

"Because you're not a girl?" You nodded stiffly, he placed a kiss between the furrow of your brows, pulling back with a small smile.

"I don't care what you are hon, I love you dearly." He gave you another kiss, on the lips this time.

"But please, you are much more sexy in your own clothes rather than mine." At this point, you should have known how head over heels he was for your masculine look. Maybe someday you'd get it.

Beelzebub

Beel had actually believed you were cis from the beginning. Sure, maybe your voice was a bit higher, your height much smaller than the rest of them, and your build not as big. But you passed very well, and he didn't think anything of it, because some guys were just built like that. So he was rather surprised when you explained that you were trans.

He was definitely confused, and had many questions on the matter. He asked why it had to be that way? Why weren't you able to change to the gender you wanted to be? And why did people make such a big deal out of it? At the end of the day, he reminded you that he saw you for what you were, another man surrounded by demon men. Lucky you.

He was extremely supportive when you needed him to be, offering snacks to cheer you up on the bad days, bringing you to his workout sessions if you wanted to gain some muscle. You had excitedly run up to him one day, exclaiming how happy you were to be able to get testosterone.

Of course, you had to explain what that was too. But when he saw the big smile on your face, he couldn't help but cheer along with you. You had asked him in private if he would be willing to help you with your shots, to which he immediately agreed to. But when it came down to it, he was awfully nervous of hurting you. You watched as he shakily brought the needle up to your skin.

"It won't hurt you too bad, right?" He asked, hesitant to make another move. You laughed, giving him a reassuring nod.

"It won't hurt, and it will make me happy when I'm done." You patted your thigh in urgency, and his face cringed. He carefully injected the needle into your thigh, making sure to give it a wipe when he was finished. He looked up at you hurriedly in case of any discomfort. He was relieved to find you completely fine.

"Mc... Don't you get tired of having to do all these things?" He's seen it all with you. The mornings you struggled to slip on your binder, the days you had to correct someone for addressing you the wrong way, he even accompanied you to get your hair cut when it grew too long for your liking.

He truly wondered why you had to try so hard to be yourself, and he felt sad for you. He had rested his hands over your thighs, a defeated look on his features as he thought more about it. You shook your head, cupping his face and getting him to look back up at you.

"I do, but I have to do these things to be comfortable in my own skin." He leaned into your touch, almost placing a kiss at your hand.

"You know you never have to feel uncomfortable around me, right?" Oh, how kind he was...

"Of course I know that."

Belphegor

When he first met you, he was just as clueless as his twin. Except he ended up misgendering you, but offered a simple apology when you corrected him. Maybe you just appeared more on the feminine side, that’s his bad. But then you started explaining all these things about being trans, and he apologized saying he didn’t quite understand.

Not that he didn’t accept you or anything, he just didn’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home in your own skin. He didn’t really get it for a minute, but then he noticed how much you look at yourself. How hard you try to present yourself confidently when you were next to them. How much you had to correct people when they misgendered you.

It started to become frustrating to him. Why did you always have to explain yourself? Couldn’t they see you were just another guy? Was it really that hard to tell? In his eyes you weren’t any different from the rest of them, maybe just a little shorter though…

When he noticed you explaining to another demon classmate of yours, he hurried to your side and started dragging you away by the hand. Your complaints fell on deaf ears, his face twisted in annoyance as he looked back at the demon.

“Belphie? What’s gotten into you?” You managed to tug free before you reached his bedroom door, he turned to you with pouting mug.

“Aren’t you mad?” You looked at him dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

“They ask you the same questions everyday. It’s annoying, right? You can get mad.” He crossed his arms at you, waiting for a response. You nervously held onto your arm, surprised at his small outburst. You gave him a smile that you were sure wasn’t all too convincing.

“I-I’m not that mad. I can’t blame others for not understanding, right?” He deadpanned at you, grabbing onto your wrist again and pulling you inside his room. He shut the door with a slam.

“You’re too nice, Mc.” You shrugged at his words, because maybe he was right about that. You could admit to yourself you were a bit annoyed, but there was a good handful of people who understood you too. It wasn’t all bad.

“Just so you know, you can always tell me if you do get mad, or something….” You smiled, letting him lead you to his bed.

“Yeah.”

“…And you’ll never have to explain stuff like that to me either….”

“….Yeah.” Belphie was not the best with words, but you still cherished what he said. You pulled him into a tight hug, whispering a small thanks into his shoulder.

[herofics]

Heyy idk if u do requests but can u do a pt 3 to big bro Dabi? Maybe how him and teen! Reader met? Tyy

A/N: The previous two "big bro Dabi" posts can be found here and here in no particular order, because it doesn't matter. I wanted to write a scenario for this, since the previous two are also scenarios and I wanted to keep that going. This is platonic, obviously… and I didn’t know how to end it so I just took the lazy way

Dabi was wandering the streets once again. Shigaraki had pissed him off and he had left the hideout, disguised as to not draw attention to himself. His appearance tended to attract people’s attention and he definitely didn’t need that right now. There probably wasn’t a person in Mustafa who didn’t know his face. It was exactly the kind of notoriety he had been looking for, but right now, it was a pain in the ass.

You needed money. Your mother had broken your headphones and you needed to buy new ones. The problem was, since your parents didn’t let you work, you didn’t have any money. So for a couple of months now, you had been pickpocketing. You’d gotten pretty damn good at it too. You targeted people in big crowds, since it was easier to disappear into the sea of people, and no one really thought twice about being bumped into in a crowd. You picked the pocket of some guy who was dressed completely in black clothes. You slipped into a nearby alleyway, completely oblivious to the fact that you hadn’t gotten away with it and that you were being followed.

Dabi was pissed, so he was looking for an excuse to make someone suffer. Someone picking his pocket was the perfect excuse to spread some hurt. He followed you at a distance, almost losing you in the crowd in the process, but he caught up to you as you slipped into an alley.

He followed you deeper into the alley away from prying eyes.

You could hear the footsteps getting closer and when you looked back, you noticed the person whose wallet you were going through. You started running, but were stopped by a flash of blue flames that shot past you. Was it actually him? Was it that villain who had been burning people alive recently? Dabi? Why was your luck so shit?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you exclaimed, bowing repeatedly and offering his wallet back to him.

Maybe you could get out of this with minimal injuries if you just didn’t antagonize him.

“Give me my cash” Dabi hissed as he looked through his wallet.

In your panic, you had totally forgotten about the cash you had stuffed into your hoodie pocket. You started pulling it out, but your hands were trembling so badly you dropped most of it.

“So-sorry, I’ll pick it up” you stammered, kneeling down to gather the cash.

“You kids these days have no common sense. Why would you just pick anyone’s pocket? You gotta pick your targets better” Dabi muttered, not actually expecting you to answer.

“I need new headphones because my mom broke mine” you explained, wondering why he would ask you something like that.

“You do realize I wasn’t actually lookin for an answer, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t really know why I answered” you muttered as you stood up and handed him his cash.

There was just something so pathetic about you, maybe you reminded him of himself back in the day. Lost, broken and with no place to belong to. It’s not like he was going to give you his money, but he wasn’t going to hurt you like he had originally planned. Perhaps you could be of use.

“What kind of quirk you got?” Dabi asked.

“I can speed up people’s healing while I’m touching them. Why?” you answered cautiously, figuring it was probably best to be honest.

“I’m givin you a choice, you can come with me and do somethin with your life or just go on with your shitty existence until you pick the wrong person’s pocket and end up dead in a ditch somewhere”

You were pretty damn curious about why a villain like Dabi would want to help someone like you. Although you weren’t sure if he actually thought of it as helping, or as just furthering his own agenda, you were quite sure it was the latter. Your curiosity got to be too much, so you decided to go with him. How much worse could it really be than your current situation?

That’s how you ended up with the League. By picking the pocket of one of the worst villains alive.

[actually-eldritch]

She's holding him on a leash in public, the leash is attached to a collar around his neck but the scene isn't sexual. Whether or not they are getting gratification from this is simply not visible; they don't appear to be revelling in attention—the morality of such aside—they are visibly doing their own thing.

In the comments of a post someone pipes up a highly anticipated response. “People in public didn't consent to your scene! ...” and continues with its inane repetition of puritan propaganda translated in to therapyspeak.

“Nobody consented to seeing your comment, and yet here you are.” says another.

I want to answer, but the comment is years old; at this point it's better to fall on nebulous ears rather than to be shot at any particular target.

So I'd say,

Do you also believe people wearing cat ears and tails are preforming public sex acts because they (people wearing tails and ears) are akin to furries and—god forbid—some of them get off to it? Choose carefully now; children of their own accord and volition wear these things, and mascots are widely deemed family friendly.

Did you know suit fetishes are a thing? Well they are, and I know many people that have them. Does this fact make suits sexual too now? Is a professional conference a sex act to you because of this? And, if it's not, why is this different to you?

Can you not comprehend the idea that something can be inherently neutral and it's our approach and our feelings that paint the tone of their usage in any given circumstance? Is it totally beyond you that people can fill their glass with a variety of feelings and reactions for a variety of reasons and that they don't owe it to you to beam it in your head instantly and telepathically nor to hide from society all because Joe Random might get a bit squicked and call—however ineffectively—to summon a mob?

You might think me obtuse but sincerely, where do you draw the line. Perhaps he needs domineering to be alright; any sexual association if present could have come after that need, to deal with the vicious self-loathing that came with being a grown ass man with socially unacceptable needs. Or maybe it started as a sexual thing because his subconscious couldn't convince him to allow himself what he needed if he didn't feel like he simply wanted it. Or maybe it's totally nonsexual. Or maybe it's more complicated.

Or maybe it doesn't matter and you should mind your godamned business, if only because what you have been taught or lead to believe or otherwise convinced yourself was an inherently sexual act does not actually involve any of the direct acts that constitute sex inherently.

And in allowing yourself to believe otherwise you justify to yourself adding your power to the reinforcement of the censorship of human beings existing as they are.

And in doing so you forget yourself, you forget the rainbow flag in your icon and it's history. You forget the fight queers have fought and continue to fight to not have our existence viewed as inherently sexual as a means to scrub us out of public spaces.

We're QUEER because we're WEIRD. To say “We're HERE and we're QUEER” is to say our existence is WEIRD TO YOU but YOU'VE JUST GOTTA DEAL WITH IT.

You cannot simply sweep away “degenerates of society”, and you sound no different to me than the guy that openly states that and, if anything, you're less self-aware—and that's more dangerous because you'll share your beliefs with people as though your words come from a place of concern rather than reactive disgust you're failing to control.

So I'll humble you with a reminder that if you feel comfortable assigning non-sexual things as sexual purely because you know that sometimes or even usually it is involved in sex, that this will arguably be true of your interests too no matter how ""clean"" they seem to you. Someonelse could argue that you're a public sex freak for simply being who you are, and you contribute to this issue by helping spread this ideology.

Because it's also not that different from the arguements that make me feel violently uncomfortable being crippled in public either; I see how people react. Do you think they should be able to remove me too, just because I make them a little uncomfortable?

Try thinking for yourself for a change; start by asking yourself why these words are really leaving your mouth and where they came from. Is this really who you want to be?

[weirdo09]

i wish

a bywheelclair fic series: chapter one(based on a song of the same name)

you know, being in highschool really seemed to shit up mike’s interest in women. well in his defense, they cake themself in makeup, they have nasty attitudes(*cough* *cough*max*cough* *cough*) and they’re really not that hot. besides it’s not like they like him anyway, he’s too tall and lanky, he’s a freak and he’s not athletic. every girl seems to go for ballers now, not that he could blame them. though, they’re literally the bane of his existence(besides his best friend, lucas) he gotta hand it to them that they’re hot, not that he’d tell anybody that is.

truth be told, mike just found out he liked guys and it hit him like a double decker bus. not to mention, his first friend ever, will happened to be his crush. bad news, he’s been crushing on lucas like today, will called him telling him that they’re dating which mike was obviously happy for him and give his congratulations. he couldn’t help but wonder if he was a baller or maybe even a little taller. mike was close to 6’0 so maybe someone would find him attractive then and maybe if he was a baller, he’d finally get some validation from his peers but enough of that, he couldn’t betray hellfire if you could even call it that now. since eddie died, no one felt like taking his place so they soon disbanded. it hurt dustin the most, he didn’t come to school for a few days and when he got back, he never was the same again. it reminded mike of when the byers moved away.

sure, they moved back but it still effected him though he couldn’t pinpoint why. as the days progressed, will and lucas’ relationship grew stronger. not that mike was jealous, i mean why would he when lucas practically had taken his first best friend away from him. they almost never hung out and it was seriously bugging mike. they were all lovey dovey, constantly flirting and being all coupley. you could always count on dustin to use his straight-dar for some weird cause. “are you prissy about you and el breaking up?” dustin asked smugly, practically inhaling his food. mike gave him a scowl, “what? no, what the hell, dustin? that breakup was mutual. we didn’t like each other anymore that’s it.” mike snapped, dustin smirked. “yup, still prissy.” dustin confirmed, mike huffed at him and left the table to go to the restroom.

sometimes, mike really hates himself. sure, his friends can also be an absolute pain but this hatred is way worse. he just couldn’t figure out how lucas’ better than him. yeah, lucas could play ball, he had a pretty nice body, had a nice, warm personality too and he was charismatic. all these qualities made him a great friend and possibly a great boyfriend. what the fuck? why is he thinking about this right now? ‘your best friend is dating him, you sicko.’ mike thought to himself, sitting onto of the toilet seat. as he got out, he took a look at his face. he had the same pale skin that would burn easily in the sun, freckles that made his face look sunkissed, (one of the only good things the sun ever done for him) dark brown eyes that complimented his jet black hair and dark pink lips that matched his skin tone. noting these feature, mike could say that he’s decent looking. “certainly, not decent enough for will.” mike grumbled and went out the restroom.

dustin stood outside the door. “you ok, drama queen?” dustin said sincerely. mike rolled his eyes,”yeah, why?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. “i mean you just ran out after i mentioned el.” dustin said, mike sent him a glare. “you are so stupid sometimes, you know that?” he said, walking away. “well, i would know something if you actually told me anything!” dustin exclaimed. “you know what, it doesn’t even matter, ok? i’m fine, i’m fine!” mike exclaimed back, facing dustin when he said it. “dude, i know you’re not ok, just tell me.” dustin begged. mike kept a straight face, “it really doesn’t matter besides i’m going to be late for next period.” mike said before walking away again. ‘something’s up and i’m going to find out what.’ dustin thought as he walked to his next period.

after school, dustin went over to talk with will and lucas. “hey, you guys, have you noticed how weird mike’s acting?” dustin asked, the two looked at him. “i have noticed some things.” will noted, grimacing. lucas just shrugged, “why? did you talk to him?” he asked, dustin nodded. “i talked to him on my way to my last period, he seemed… not ok.” dustin declared. will sighed, “i’ll talk to him on my way home.” he said, dustin grinned. “so it’s settled, operation help mike is a go!” the three of them laughed, mike watched from the sideline.

mike huffed in frustration and made his way to nancy’s car. as he got in, nancy instantly recognized his mood. “what’s wrong with you today?” she asked, a hint of concern flowed in her voice. mike crossed his arms and looked out the window. “nothing, nancy, just drive.” he grumbled, nancy sighed. “so this is what i get acting like a sister, huh?” nancy remarked, mike snapped, “nobody asked you to act like one.” nancy said nothing and started driving.

the past few weeks, mike went into a spiral. sormtimes, it got so bad, he couldn’t even look in the mirror, the pain was too unbearable. will visited sometimes too but mike couldn’t seem to face him. a week after not being in school, mike finally got the courage to go. well not exactly, nancy kept bugging him so eventually he went. mike knew that he was going to be bombarded with questions about why he was gone but he didn’t really feel like answering them. surprisingly, no one said a word about it well except dustin, who was running mike’s ear off.

“you missed so much stuff! like lucas’ basketball game, still don’t get the hang of basketball but he was pretty much the coolest one there!” dustin rambled on, mike chuckled. lucas puffed out his chest, “i sure was.” he declared, for some reason that made mike’s knee go weak. just like the first time he had heard will’s voice change. lucas’ voice had always been velvety, rich and sweet but something about it now seemed to make mike wanna spend every living day with him and will, being so physically close to each other that they wouldn’t want to let go.(no freaky stuff,y’all) will noticed that mike looked out of it, he began waving his hand in front of mike’s face.

“hello, mike? you in here?” will asked with a small smile. seeing will made mike snap out of whatever trance he was in. mike shook his head, “yeah, i’m here.” he slurred out, he suddenly felt sleepy. something about will calmed down his senses, especially his racing head full of thoughts. mike couldn’t help but think about laying his head down on will’s thigh, his hands playing with his hair. he snapped out of it, ‘what is wrong with me?’ mike thought as dustin continued rambling on about what he missed.

“you also have some homework you have to do.” dustin added, mike groaned and let his head fall on the table. “that’s our mikey!” will exclaimed fondly, mike’s face started to heat up. ‘i can’t wait to go home, at least there, i don’t have weird feelings about my friends..’ mike thought as the rest of the gang cracked up. mike was once again proven wrong when he got home. it seemed like his ‘weird’ feelings only increased as he got up to his bedroom. even with his crush on will, he’s never felt this strongly about him(will) and lucas before and it’s seriously messing with him. he couldn’t sleep until 5:00 am, thinking about them. mike felt so pathetic, ‘having crushes on two of your best friends really isn’t idle.” mike thought before nodding off.

running off an hour of sleep also isn’t idle but besides the point, mike was running off of one hour of sleep and very soon he felt like he was about to fall out. in his sleepy haze, mike barely noticed his friends trying to talk to him and fell asleep. “is he ok? he looks like by a truck.” max remarked with a hint of sympathy. will looked anxious, “i don’t know but, it looks like it’s getting worse.” he said softly in a saddened voice. lucas pulled will close to him, “i’m sure he’s gonna be okay, baby, it’s alright.” he said reassuringly, will nodded not really hearing him. he was just worried about his best friend. “maybe me and you can check up on him later?” will proposed, the worries look still shadowing his features. lucas nodded, kissing will’s temple. max cackled, “i see you two are getting all coupley..” she said smugly, will flushed light pink and lucas grinned.

after lunch, will and lucas woke mike up to take him to his next class. “m’ok, i can go on my way-.” mike slurred out before nodding off again. will grabbed his face, “hey, mikey, wake up, you can sleep when we take you home, ok? just this class and you’ll be out. i’ll be right in there with you.” will coaxed softly, mike opened his eyes and looked up at him. “okay.” he whispered softly, will hoisted him up by the waist and mike leaned in, grabbing onto him. after that, the three of them walked to their next classes. once will got mike to his seat, he found his next to him. mike fell asleep through most of the lesson so will just wrote notes for the both of them and was sure to occasionally check if he was comfortable, he slept like a rock throughout.

at the end of the day, will dragged mike to his car where lucas was meeting them up at. “hey, baby, did he sleep the whole time?” lucas asked, opening the backseat door for will and mike, who cling to will like a koala bear. lucas found it cute how mike acted when he was sleepy, like a little baby. he chuckled before getting in the driver’s seat. in the back, will was comforting mike, who began to whine when he tried to move him off. “hey, mikey it’s ok, i wasn’t trying to get you off me.” will said sweetly, running a hand through mike’s hair. he hummed before nodding off, soft snores could be heard throughout the car. lucas smiled softly, he’d also had a crush on both will and mike but never knew when to act upon it until now that was, well with will being his boyfriend, who he loved very dearly.

the car ride to mike’s was mostly silent except for the occasional snoring of mike himself and will softly humming to him. lucas would say that will was soft with his friends and family but with mike, it was like he’d perfected his softness towards him since forever, of course he knew that he was because mike’s home life wasn’t the best but he was happy all the same. once they got to mike’s, will gently shook mike awake, he groaned but opened his eyes. “hey, are you okay?” will asked softly, mike nodded. “do you want me to carry you?” will asked, mike nodded again. lucas felt that he should be jealous that his best friend is practically all over his boyfriend but he just couldn’t. he knew he was natural for the boys to enact physical intimacy between each other and hell, it was pretty cute.

will carried mike bridal style to the door, “are your parents home?” he asked, mike shook his head. “just uh me and nance’s there sometimes.” mike replied softly, will nodded. “do you have a key?” will asked, mike nodded. he unlocked the door and pushed it open. mike was right, nobody was here, it looked depressing and will despised that. “let’s getcha ya up to your room, ok? we can cuddle.” will whispered to mike, who beamed at his words. lucas huffed with fake annoyance. “what, so i can’t join the cuddle party?” he questioned, will started laughing. “of course you can, babe. i’ll just set it up, ok? call me if you need anything!” will exclaimed as he walked up the stairs with mike in tow.

once the two made it to mike’s room, will placed him down on his bed and went to find him and himself some pajamas. after that and they changed, they began cuddling. mike’s back was turned facing will’s chest, it felt nice with will playing with mike’s hair. a few minutes later, lucas came upstairs and jumped in mike’s bed with them. he wrapped his arms around will’s waist, placing his cheek in the crook of will’s neck, placing a light kiss on one of his neck moles. the three laid there until they eventually fell asleep.

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[tsuki-sennin]

Shortly after asserting N'Kosopa's will against the vindictive Racules and fending away the Bugnarak Empire in Peta, King of Evil Gira and President Yanma Gast are unexpectedly stolen away by God Kamakiri: Guardian Shugod of the Kingdom of Ishabana. Infamous for her lavish lifestyle but beloved by her people as a healer, Ishabana's young Queen Himeno Ran no doubt seeks an audience with the two men. Though her aim is uncertain, she may prove to be an invaluable ally in dethroning Racules and freeing the people of Shugoddam...

...ahem, that is to say... "Let's get this story of ours back on track!"

Spoilers, I guess...

-Sheesh, they should pay me to do these recaps!

-So the story goes!

-Ah, it's...

-Well, it's certainly a pretty place!

-Getting kidnapped by a beautiful girl's gigantic robot mantis god...

-That's how I'd like to be introduced to someone.

-Ah, Yanma seems to know what's up.

-Uhhh, not at all, Your Majesty! We're right as rain, eh Gira?

-Ooooof, shut down.

-Well, to be fair, Gira's a pretty eye catching dude.

-...I won't lie, it'd have been all over for me right then and there.

-Rich, glamorous doctor, patron of the arts, and direct with what she wants?

-AND flower handcuffs!? Oh, Toei, you guys gotta stop reading my search history.

-Soooooo, how we feeling about Zenryoku King? I think it's pretty good, but I'm not quite sure it fits the theming quite yet.

-I absolutely love this opening sequence though, it's so sick looking.

-I love how the team colors just pop out of the grayscale.

-Sentai gets visual flair even if fidelity can be called into question sometimes.

-Holy shit, every Kingdom's in better shape than Shugoddam!

-That motherfucker!

-Kuwagon :)

-I see Gira views his god as his bestie

-"Here I thought you a junkyard dog! Gast, you spineless, simpering purse pup! Have you been so truly whipped that you'd hand over MY God to please a single whim!?"

-"No! ...Nyes :3d"

-Oh, and she's got maids for days!

-Evil~!

-"...okay, can he say that in English? Or uh, Japanese I guess... come to think of it, what do the people of Tikyu speak? Galactic Basic?"

...actually, I hear Erica Murakami's got a bit of Canadian in her, would she know English?

-Rainbow Jururira!

-...come to think of it, Gira must be starving. Not only did he just get out of a battle, but he was taken to another country and hung from the ceiling. ...has he eaten today?

-"Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

-Oooooh, three greater guardians.

-That's a scarab, I'm pretty sure.

-Himeno seems like the kind of person who'd get extremely mad about a typo in chat.

-Hmm... this place reminds me a lot of the Netherlands. ...or I suppose more accurately, the Dutch tulip craze.

-If you don't know what I'm taking about, I insist you do a bit of research on the 17th century's Tulip Mania. It's a hell of a lot like the investment schemes we see nowadays, in terms of how much money was lost and how little we learn from it.

-"Oh God, it's another one... *Sigh* Do I have to depose this one too?"

-"Smash that house!"

-Gira's certainly sticking to his principles. Very based of him.

-Those poor people.

-...Ohhhh, she likes blowing shit up.

-God, she's perfect.

-"...and just as suddenly as it came, it's gone. Let's get outta here."

-Raaaainbow jururira.

-"Yo."

-The bugs are fighting!

-Ohhh, it's a soup.

-Soop...

-"Yeah, thanks, whatever."

-"Good work. ...but this ain't the real thing."

-I'm gonna be honest, I haven't the foggiest idea what jururira even is.

-For all I know, it could be like

-Deep fried spaghetti ice cream.

-Okay, that seems like gelatin.

-Man, Yanma's just *deflated*.

-"Hand over the beetle, or you're fired."

-RITA JUMPSCARE

-"You be safe now, yeah?"

-Ohhh, poor kid

-Seems like her Dad's really mad.

-And off she goes.

-"Please follow these instructions."

-Man, I'm sad now.

-Queen Himeno's aesthetic sense

-25 WHAT THE FUCK

-Oh

-Okay, he just

-I've done a lot of things for cute girls in my short existence, but I don't think roleplaying as a geriatric is one of 'em.

-Oh shit, Bugnarak.

-Who is Queen Himeno Ran, really?

-The people flee!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Help her!

-...oh god, she's covered in shit.

-Take that selfishness to the top, girlie.

-Himeno Ran! Does as she pleases, and pleases as she does!

-Come and Kick It!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Kamakiri Ohger!

-Kamakiri, Kamakiri! Yas Queen!

-Ohh...

-Ohh, she's even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined

-She be walkin!

-"You're not nearly enough of a self-centered bitch yet~!"

-"Hahahaha! How obstinate! Verily, your selfishness is a fitting ally for the King of Evil~!"

-Man, that Mantis would bite my head right off...

-King Ohger!

-Oh shit

-Literally~!

-...that's two episodes in a row with poop jokes, what the heck.

-Snaaaaaail!

-"Oh, okay. Zooom."

-Himeno-samaaaaa~!

-Oh okay, that's uh

-An interesting angle.

-Yay, we did it!

-...I've decided that I am now officially a Himeno Ran simp.

-...you could've picked up on context clues, but I figured saying it outright would help.

-"Ohhhhh!"

-"You just let me handle it, yeah?"

-King Dybowski!

-Of Toufu Land!

-Good on ya, lass.

-That's our Queen for you.

-"Shut it boy. I've got a job to do."

-God Kabuto!

-Oh, no time for surgery, it seems!

-Kaguragi Dybowski! What is this Bee Lord after?

-Suppose we'll just have to wait and see now, won't we?

[vigilante-bardock]

Along Came a Spider

Orion's POV

"This one's too big," Ariel noted as she inspected the pumpkins. The one in question was large even for the 3 of us heroes. It'd probably take the three of us even to lift the pumpkin, let alone move it. "Too orange," She said, moving to another one. "Too... normal." Ariel then noticed a pumpkin that was just right. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, looking at a very specific one.

"I've got it," Dion commented as he tried to pick it up only to trip and have the pumpkin explode on him accidentally. "Sorry..." Dion apologized as Ariel chuckled and helped him up.

"It's alright," She replied, helping Dion wipe off some pumpkin guts. "I think it'd be best if we went with something small this year."

"You guys still dress up at your current age?" We heard a voice say, getting our attention. Chloe looked at us with pure mockery. "Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

My mind was focused on other things at the moment specifically on the giant purple spider that was hanging on the front gate.

~|~

"Orion!" An odd, yet familiar voice called out to me. "Come look at this!"

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of a truck, looking at an abandoned mine that had once been a treasure horde for the Forty-Niners. Emerging from my seat, I walked out of the truck and looked toward the source of the voice: Bianca Araña. She was a Latina girl with short black hair and had her hair done in a pair of pigtails with yellow tips at the end of them. Her outfit had a yellow tank top and short pants (She looked like a Latina Misty if she was raised in the ghetto).

"Aren't they beautiful?" Bianca asked as I walked up to her. She was looking at giant purple crystal web-like constructs that covered the rocks.

"Yeah..." I replied, agreeing that they were somewhat mesmerizing to look at. "What are they, though?" I asked, curious about them. While beautiful, it was strange for these constructs to have existed naturally...

"I have no idea..." Bianca replied with a simple shrug. A loud honk caused us to turn around and see another passenger emerge from the truck.

"Orion! Bianca!" The voice inside said before it left the truck, revealing a friend we knew. "Get your asses in gear!" The voice belonged to a guy about my height with dark gold hair and thick brown eyes. His outfit was a dark blue jacket with an orange shirt and dark blue jeans.

"Mark," I said, getting his attention as we approached him. "Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe there's a reason why this place is closed to civilians?" I wore a red T-shirt with a blue TV screen on the front. I had a pair of blue slacks and black sneakers. I wore a blue Ash Ketchum hat to cover what I only could describe as a bad haircut.

Mark smirked, "Aw," he teased, punching my shoulder, "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet, are you, Orion, old buddy?" Mark then wrapped his arms around me and Bianca.

"Aren't you at least curious to see a real-life gold mine?" Bianca asked, trying to appeal to my interest in history. "Think of all the history!"

"Forget the history," Mark scoffed, "Think of all the gold! The miners hoarded the stuff! We find that treasure, we'll be set for the rest of our lives!"

I scoffed at that, "Or spend it in prison if we get caught," I reminded them. We all knew what happened to people who ended up there too. I shivered at the thought.

Mark and Bianca chuckled at that, "Alright, fine," Mark went, putting an arm around Bianca and me, "If you want to chicken out and stay behind, that's fine by me." I rolled my eyes at that, knowing what he was trying to do. Sighing, I relented.

Shaking my head, I removed Mark's arm from around my neck, "Fine," I sighed, "Someone's gotta make sure you two don't end up lost or dead..."

"Oh relax, Pax," Mark insisted. "This trip couldn't be simpler: we go in, find the gold, and get out! What's to worry about?" As if on cue, the ground beneath their feet began to crack, giving way and sending the trio tumbling into a massive, underground cave system. We all hit the ground hard, causing Bianca and me to groan as we sat up, glaring at Mark.

"You were asking?" I asked in a very sarcastic tone.

Mark sheepishly grinned as he shrugged it off,  "So we hit a detour. Big deal." We all quickly got back on our feet, now hearing something deeper within the cave.

"Did you two hear that?" Bianca asked, pointing toward a trail.

"You mean the ominous clicking and unnatural noises?" Mark asked sarcastically. "Kinda hard to miss." I looked toward the source of the sound, turning on my portable flashlight...

-|-

"BOO!" I heard Chloe exclaim, getting in my face. I was caught off guard and quickly fell flat on my butt, landing in a pile of straw. "You should have seen the look on your face!" Chloe laughed, "Sabrina!" she barked, "Tell me you got that on video!" The blonde jerk continued laughing as I got up and dusted myself off.

I grunted and simply turned my back to them, walking away and heading back to school. Dion and Ariel could only glare at Chloe and Sabrina as I walked away.

-|-

Back at the school I had entered the classroom and saw everyone getting ready for Halloween. Well, just us guys. Marinette was trying (and failing) to get Adrien to herself. I could tell Adrien was not interested in her so I decided to intervene. "Need help, Adrien?" I asked, getting his attention, "Decorations can be a pain in the rear to hang up." I then grabbed the decorations and then began to help him out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marinette giving me a dirty look before passively aggressively walking off.

'I'm having a party at my house later today," Adrien said, smiling at me, "You wanna come over?"

I blinked at him with a surprised expression, "No offense, Adrien,' I remarked. "But isn't your dad kind of a..?" I made a motion with my hands, "Jackass?"I asked, hoping I didn't offend him. I knew how certain people were snowflakes nowadays...

Adrien stared at me before laughing his butt off, "Yeah," he replied, "My Dad usually is, but this year he's surprisingly reasonable," He grabbed a thumbtack and pushed it with his might, pinning one end of the banner to the wall, "But he's said he's allowing me to have a party because of the Autobots," 

My eyes widened at that, "The Autobots?" I asked, "Why would it be because of the Autobots?" Before he could answer, I saw a giant fake spider being swung into my face, surprising me. The moment it appeared in front of me, I freaked out, reliving a very bad memory. "No!" I screamed in terror before grabbing a pair of scissors and stabbing the spider. I continued stabbing the fake spider until Ariel and Dion shook me out of it.

"Whoa, take it easy Pax, it's just a little Halloween fun," Ariel commented, helping me up. I jerked away from her and continued stabbing the spider, fluff getting everywhere.

Dion quickly grabbed my hand. "Orion, it's fine!" I heard him say, "You're safe..."

"What?" I asked, confused for a moment as to what I just experienced.

"Marinette was just playing a little prank," I heard Alix explain. "A somewhat insensitive prank..."

I looked at Marinette and saw her holding the stick and what was left of the fake spider, eyes widened with shock. She wasn't the only one either. "That," I breathed, holding a hand to my head, "was stupid of you..." I growled and shook my head. "Was that necessary?" I asked, glaring at her.

Marinette shuddered before reasserting herself, "Hey, how necessary was it to use scissors to stab a fake spider?" Marinette asked, gathering the remains and putting them in the trash before defiantly walking away. I stared at the spider's remains, once more thinking of that day...

~|~

The three of us trekked deeper into the cavern, keeping our eyes open for a way out, as well as the source of the noises they'd heard, "I wonder how much gold we can find in this place," Mark wondered. "I mean, those 49ers were known for hoarding the stuff back during the gold rush, and it was the real deal too, not that pyrite crap they show us at school."

"How would you know the difference between gold and pyrite?" Bianca quipped. "You'd have to work at a bank or something just to get a glimpse of the real stuff."

"I know some guys." Was Mark's response.

"Quiet," I whispered, "I think I heard something." Something skittered past, just narrowly avoiding the lights. The chittering sound returned, making me shudder involuntarily. "Where's it coming from?" I wondered.

"It's hard to tell," Bianca answered. "The echoes in this cave are not doing my ears any favors."

We all continued circling to find the source of the sound until I came face to face with a massive, robotic spider. Realizing what it was, I instantly backed away. "SHIT!" Mark screamed in terror.

As they all tried to move out of the way, the robot spider shot a web towards Bianca, catching her around the waist and pinning her to the wall. The second she hit, both Mark and I went on the defensive. I swung a pickaxe into the spider's glowing eyes as Mark pulled out his knife. He went over to Bianca and cut her free of the webs, causing her to discard them in disgust.

"I take it back," she commented. "This stuff isn't so beautiful after all."

"This place is infested!" Mark exclaimed. "What do we do?!."

"I don't-" Bianca began to reply before a spider approached from behind Mark. "Mark, behind you!"

Mark turned around just as the spider bit into his skin. Mark cried out, feeling the bite robbing him of movement. Thinking fast, Bianca grabbed Mark's knife and made a torch from a broken pickaxe. She bashed the torch against the spider's face, causing it to stumble back before throwing the pickaxe at a stalactite. It came crashing down, spearing it right through the abdomen. It screeched in pain, then sagged, eyes going dark as a blue liquid pooled from its wounds.

"I think we've just been outclassed," I joked as Mark picked himself up.

"Hey, we're still alive, aren't we?" Mark remarked. "Besides, we still have gold to find,"

"No way," I insisted, shaking my head in disagreement. "No amount of gold is worth this much trouble." I looked around. "We need to leave. NOW."

"Come on, we've already made it this far, and we've only encountered one scary monster," Mark insisted. "Give me one good reason why we should leave."

Almost as soon as he said that, three giant mechanical spiders dropped from the ceiling. "How about 3?" I asked in a deadpan voice after looking at the three spiders.

As the spiders all lunged forward, Mark quickly got in front of them and produced a flare to hold them back. "Go! I'll catch up with you guys!"

Both Bianca and I immediately ran off into the tunnels. Unfortunately, in our haste to escape the spiders, we took separate routes. "Orion!" Bianca called out to me. "ORION!"

"Orion!" Alix's voice let out, causing me to snap out of it, "Check out our costumes!" I turned my head and immediately saw a carbon copy of 2B from Neir Automata and Mikey Simon from Kappa Mikey standing before us.

"Can't think of any 2B quotes..." Alix said, an annoyed look present on her face. "I wanted to go as Jolyne Kujo but Dad said it was too 'revealing'..." She then scowled, "Like 2B is somehow even better..." She then looked at Nathaniel, "You look cute..."

Nathaniel chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Alix, "Don't worry, 2B," He said, "Kappa Mikey here will save the day!" Alix looked at him with a deadpan look. "Sorry..." he quickly said.

Dion and Ariel looked at me, "You sure you don't want to out dressed up?" Ariel inquired, a curious look on her face. She had dressed up as Jem from Jem and the Holograms and Dion had decided to dress as Eliot Ness from The Untouchables.

I shook my head in response to that, "I'll be fine," I replied, "I'd rather stay here and watch some classic Godzilla movies," Ariel and Dion both shrugged at that. "I'm gonna keep an open comm with you guys in case there's trouble, alright?" I commented, causing Ariel and Dion to nod before leaving with Alix and Nathaniel. "Stay safe, you guys..." I whispered, leaving myself alone with my thoughts.

Ariel's POV

Out in the city, Nathaniel and Alix led us down the street as we were awed at how many kids were dressed up for Halloween. Some were dressed as Ladybug and Cat Noir, others were standard mummies, ghosts, vampires, zombies, or Frankenstein's Monster.

"Wow, look at them all," I heard Dion say, amused. "So many of them decided to dress up!" I looked around and saw a trio of kids dressed as-

"Autobots!" a little boy exclaimed, swinging his cardboard axe, "Transform and Roll Out!" There was a trio of little kids who were dressed as me, Orion, and Dion. Their parents were dressed as Anime couples. Orion's little doppelganger's mom and dad were dressed as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. My admirer's parents were dressed as Ash Ketchum and Misty Waterflower. Finally, Mini-Dion's mom and dad were dressed as... Yukiteru Amano and Yuno Gasai... Huh. I thought I didn't know there were adult fans of Mirai Nikki...

Mini-Me pointed at me, "Hey look!" she exclaimed, "I know who you are supposed to be!" I smiled at that. Perhaps her parents were fans of 80's TV shows as well and watched them with their little girl, teaching her the ways of fine culture-

"You're Luka Megurine!" the girl exclaimed, to my utter shock and confusion. Dion, Alix, and even Nathaniel began laughing at me as the girl's parents apologized to me. "Luka!" the girl said again.

I smiled, bearing the humiliation, "And who are you dressed as?" I asked.

"I'm the best hero!" the little girl proclaimed with a huge smile, "I'm Elita-1!" She then did a dynamic pose, "I kick Decepticon butt and protect Earth!"

The little Orion look-alike butted in, "I'm Optimus Prime!" he did a Superman pose, "I'm the leader of the Autobots!" He did a few karate poses, "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings!"

Mini-Dion finally made himself known, "I'm Ultra Magnus!" the boy cried out, "And I love to smash 'cons!" I chuckled as I heard Dion whisper to Nathaniel and Alix about how he doesn't sound like that at all. We then told the kids and their parents goodbye before going our way, unaware of a potential enemy crawling across the roofs above us.

-|-

The four of them arrived at their first house, with Alix ringing the doorbell.

Alix stepped back, waiting for the door to be answered, and then a voice filled Nathaniel's ears. It was a chittering sound, like an arthropod, only louder and more mechanical. Nathaniel looked up and saw a large robotic spider on the roof. Nathaniel yelped in response, before climbing onto Dion's back.

"Uh, g-guys. We've got a problem. Like, a bug problem!"

Dion went still. "Giant spider?" He asked, "Where? Is that even possible?"

"Of course it is!" Nathaniel said fear plastered onto his face, "Just look up!" We looked up, only to see there was nothing there.

"Uh... you sure you're feeling ok, Nathaniel?" Dion wondered. The door to the house then opened up, revealing a woman with a bowl of candy.

"Trick or treat," Alix spoke. The lady smiled and handed her some candy. She then looked back at Nathaniel, raising an eyebrow in concern for the young man.

"Is your friend alright?" she asked. "He seems a little...spooked.. like he saw a ghost."

"Uh... just a little jumpy tonight..."

~|~

Ariel's POV

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" Nathaniel insisted as the four of us walked down the street. "It was a GIANT SPIDER!" He then began making gestures, "You know, big and ugly?"

"Giant spider?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Still, I don't think we have anything to worry about. Nath probably just saw a decoration, like that spider back at the pumpkin patch." Alix commented as she began to eat her Snickers bar.

"It wasn't a fake spider!" Nathaniel exclaimed. "It was a massive, black and gold, mechanical spider the size of our dining table!"

"What was that, Nathaniel?" Orion asked over comms. "Say that again."

"Massive, black and gold, mechanical spider," Nathaniel answered before blinking. "Wait a second, have you been listening to our conversations?"

"Nathaniel, this is important," Orion spoke up. "This spider, did it have a red symbol, like an hourglass? Did it look like a robot?"

"Uh... yeah..." Nathaniel replied, looking at us with a confused look.

"Stay where you are," Orion commanded. "I'm on my way." He then hung up, causing Nathaniel to look confused.

He scratched his head, "I wonder why he's so spooked about this?"

Orion's POV

I scowled as I grabbed my Eeyore costume and ran out the door. To normal people, I was dressed as Eeyore. I ducked into an alley before transforming into Optimus Prime and then swinging across the city like I was Spider-Man. I won't let it happen again...thought as I leaped off a pole, I can't let it happen again...My mind once again began flashing back to my past as I thought about that day...

Once I made sure he was a safe distance away, I began to look around for my friends, "Mark! Bianca!" I cried out, hoping that they were still alive. Neither of them answered. Instead, I found myself staring at a very old abandoned mineshaft, filled with skeletons. It lay just beyond a large chasm and was illuminated by piles and piles of pure gold. "At least Mark was right about the gold," I whispered before putting a hand to my head, "I can't believe I just said that..." As I looked around, I noticed several giant metallic pods on the ground near the gold, causing him to step back in worry.

"Why am I getting uneasy from seeing this" I asked myself as one of the giant pods began to break open, revealing another giant mechanical spider, "Do your worst, you ugly techno-webhead." I growled, "I won't go down without a fight!"

Before anything could happen though, I heard rapid footsteps approaching, followed by a yell and the sound of metal on metal. My captor was sent flying, and a familiar Latina landed right in front of me. "How many times am I going to have to save your ass, buddy?" Bianca asked, taking a pickaxe and cutting me free.

"Until I repay the favor," I joked, taking the pickaxe back. Bianca and I smiled at each other until we suddenly saw more of the techno-freak fall from the ceiling and begin to circle us. "We'll have to fight our way out!" I commented as we fell back. "Bianca, here!" I threw a rope at her, causing her to catch it.

"What's the plan, guy?" She asked as we dodged another robot spider.

The two of us then fired our grapples at the ceiling and pulled ourselves toward a huge stack of gold. One of the smaller robo-spiders leaped at us, causing me to kick it away, and the spider landed on a stack of TNT I suddenly had an idea. Thinking fast, I grabbed my torch and threw it on the biggest pile of TNT I saw, which began a timer for us to get the hell out of there.

"Nice going, Orion," Bianca complimented me. "Now we need to get the hell- "Suddenly, her rope snapped.

She began falling, but I quickly caught her with my hand. Unfortunately, my grip wasn't strong enough, her hand slipping from my grip as she fell back into the exploding hole. "BIANCA!" I screamed as I saw her fall with a look of horror on her face. "NO!"

As the explosion intensified, I was forced to climb to safety, looking back at the devastation with great sorrow. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a piece of my soul die. At that moment, I heard footsteps running in. On instinct, I prepared to fight, but was shocked to see Mark running in, looking equally horrified and worried. "Bianca!" Reluctantly, I forced myself over to Mark. "We have to get out, now!" he insisted.

"It's too late," I exclaimed, grabbing his arm and running away, "The mine's gonna cave in!"

We barely got ourselves out of the cave in time. The entire area shook from the force of the explosion as all the TNT in that mineshaft ignited, utterly decimating everything around it. As the two of us got shakily to our feet, Mark returned to the hole in desperation. "We... we have to find Bianca! We have to go back for her!"

I was quiet as I rubbed my arm and began to cry. "Mark..." I said, tears flowing down my face "Those things... Bianca's... She's gone."

Mark stood there in absolute horror as what I said finally sunk in. I began to get close and comfort him, but that's when Mark tackled me, pinning me to the ground. "You... You did this!" He screamed those accusing words, tears running down his face, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"

~|~

Dion's POV

Nathaniel was still looking around as if the giant spider would swoop down on top of them. "Trust me, Nathaniel," Ariel assured him, "There are no giant robot spiders here," I said nothing, looking at my Halloween goods.

Her cousin simply shook his head, paranoia on his face, "What if it's from another planet?" Nathaniel whispered, looking around with a scared look on his face.

"Huge robotic alien life forms... coming to earth? You've got to be kidding," Alix scoffed. The three of us looked at her until she realized what she had said, "Oh, right..." She spoke in a now embarrassed tone, "The Decepticons..."

"All I'm saying is that we all need to be on high alert, keep a sharp lookout," Nathaniel pointed out, eyes darting everywhere. "Don't let anything slip past us."

We suddenly heard Ariel scream, causing us to turn around and see a giant spider on the roof of the houses that had ensnared her with some webbing. "Ariel!" Nathaniel and I yelled in horror, making me abandon my costume by transforming into Ultra Magnus.

"Keep away from the girl," It hissed.

"That's just what I was gonna say!" I growled, firing a shot at the webbing and catching Ariel. The spider then jumped off the building and onto the road, but before it could get away, I stopped its escape by slamming my hammer in front of it while Nathaniel stood behind it.

"Don't move; I want to make sure everyone sees you this time," Nathaniel growled, pointing a gun at the giant spider.

The giant spider resembled that of a black widow which then transformed into a rather sexy Latina girl with gold and black Cybertronian armor like ours. She had light brown skin with blood red eyes. She had her hair done not unlike Ariel's hairstyle. "Easy there kid, you might also want to opt it out with that happy trigger finger of yours," she said in a very seductive voice.

"Who are you?" Ariel wondered, getting in front of Nathaniel to protect him from the unknown threat.

"What are you?" I asked, my face turning red from her sexy and lusting body.

"Duh, she's a girl?" Alix answered with a frown on her face.

"I can be the girl of your dreams if you want me to be..." the girl. "The name is Blackarachnia, sweetheart..." She then calmly approached me, softly stroking my jaw which I will admit, caused me to lose it and get a little hard down there when suddenly, Blackarachnia hissed at me and stabbed her shoulder spikes into me, instantly rendering me unconscious.

Ariel's POV

"Ultra Magnus!" Nathaniel exclaimed before growling at the bitch, pulling out his gun, and proceeding to fire at Blackarachnia. However, she easily sidestepped out of the way and managed to get behind him. Then just like with Dion, struck him with her stingers, and he fell just as Dion did.

"What did you do to them?!" I yelled, transforming into Elita-1. I proceeded to jump onto the still Dion. I then placed my hand on his chest, activating my healing powers on Dion, but nothing happened.

Blackarachnia then stood in front of me, "That's not going to do any good."

"I'll be the judge of that," I growled, pointing my blaster at her while copying Dion's strength. "Come on, why won't you work?" I growled in a frustrated tone as I continued to pretend trying to wake up Dion, but nothing happened.

"My cyber-venom is derived from technological sources so that your Matrix powers won't have any effect on it." She then looked at a little kid who was dressed as Orion, "Nice costumes, by the way."

"Wait, back up, how do you know about the Matrix?" I asked.

"I guess you could say that I'm a bit of an expert in that matter. I could show you a thing or two with it. Why not let me try and revive them?" I was just about to pull out my blaster and fire at the bitch when I felt something wrap my leg, yanking me away from Blackarachnia.

"Elita!" I heard Orion growl, causing me to look back and see the fury in his eyes, "Get away now!" he shouted.

Blackarachnia looked at Orion with disgust. "Orion Pax?!" She exclaimed, causing us to look at her in shock. She knew who Orion was?! "So, the rumors were true..." she snarled, looking at me in disgust. She looked familiar...

She suddenly pulled out a gun that was identical to mine before firing at the cable with a bolt of energy. "Hey! That's mine!" I protested.

The spider bitch scoffed and scowled at me, "Don't be such a baby," she coldly remarked, "I was just borrowing it," Then suddenly, she grabbed Orion's throat and then pinned him to the house with unbelievable strength. "And yes, little Miss-State-the-Obvious," Blackarachnia snarked, looking at me, "I copied your friend's strength too." She then turned her eyes on Orion. "Now, what should I do with you?"

"How about nothing," We heard a feminine voice say. Then suddenly, a fist collided with Blackarachnia's face, and was sent flying across the street. She looked up and saw Alix, who was holding her fist close to her as if she had just injured it from punching their attacker. "You okay?" she asked as Nathaniel and Dion started to get up.

Nathaniel grunted as he helped himself up, "I'll live," he replied, "What about your hand?" he asked.

"Change of plans," Blackarachnia hissed before firing some webbing at me, "You and I still have matters to discuss," She then fired another line of webbing and used it to swing across the rooftops.

Orion's POV

"You all right?" Dion asked, helping me to myfeet.

"I'm fine, but she's got Elita!" I exclaimed. Immediately the two of us began chasing Blackarachnia down as she continued swinging across the buildings.

"Elita!" I yelled, running after the two, Dion quickly following after me.

"We're coming!" Dion yelled. We quickly began to jump from rooftop to rooftop as we tried to catch up with our friend and her femme fatale kidnapper.

He ran over the ledge and stopped at the center of the ceiling. When she turned around, I shot her right in the face, then pulled Ariel away from her clutches. Dion then tackled her, and soon, the two of them were in a wrestling match.

I quickly pulled off the webbing. "You okay?" I asked her.

Ariel shakingly smiled as she gave me a thumbs up before her expression turned to one of shock. "Optimus, look out!" she cried out.

Ultra Magnus was then slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. Spider-Lady had just tossed me right into a wall and then advanced toward me. I quickly got up and tried to throw a punch, but was stopped by her blocking it with her forearm. She then attempted to strike me with a spinning kick, but I was easily able to quickly dodge it. Thinking fast, I pulled out a beam saber and began swinging it at the girl, "I know all your moves, Orion!" the girl growled, dodging all of my sword slashes, even catching my arm at one point. "Typical Clovis North crap!" This chick... something about the things she said... Why did she sound so familiar?

"Am I supposed to know you from somewhere?" I asked, hoping to get a clue from her. "Because I'm sure I'd never forget a face like yours."

"I know how you like to forget your friends!" The girl growled, kicking me away from her. "Although you seemed to remember your old pal Mark that day!"

"Mark...?" I then realized what she meant by that. It all made sense now: the looks she kept giving me, the chances to back down, her fighting style... "B-Bianca?!" I gasped, realizing her true identity.

"It's Blackarachnia now!" Bianca snarled as she shot her webbing at me, causing me to dodge the attack. She then transformed into a spider and sprayed at me, sticking me to a wall. "If you had bothered to go back at all, you would have known what happened..." she growled as she transformed and grabbed my throat, pinning me. "When those mechanical spiders surrounded me, I became infected by their cyber-venom, mutating me into one of them!" I could only imagine Bianca screaming as they pierced their pincers into her body, the agony she must have felt. "I became something new... not human... not robot... a freak!" I then noticed the sigil on her chest and saw a familiar purple chest emblem.

"So you decided to betray humanity and join the Decepticons..." I whispered, saddened by how she had fallen from grace..."

"At least I know where I stand with them...." Bianca said. "It also gave me a lot more freedom when it came to experimentation."

"Experimentation?" I asked, "What kind of experiments?" we slowly circled each other, just itching to attack the other.

Bianca smiled cruelly as she suddenly got closer to me, "Experiments that could cure me!" She suddenly stabbed her shoulder spikes into me, immobilizing me.

"Bianca!" I screamed as she got close to me and then began to pry my chest open, revealing the Matrix of Leadership in all of its glory. "Bianca," I groaned as I saw her pull something out of her spinnerets, "Bianca, please reconsider-!"

"No way!" She snarled, connecting a cable from her chest to the Matrix, "If anything can fix me, it's this!" Bianca then inserted the cable into the Matrix, sending out a massive energy wave that began spreading out throughout the entire city. It then appeared to short-circuit everything technological, as the cars now stopped as a blackout resulted from this.

"But you said the Matrix wouldn't affect machinery," Ariel pointed out, seeing the surrounding tech now failing.

"Guess I must have lied; imagine that," Bianca sneered.

I was able to break free of the webbing. "Bianca, wait..."

Bianca snarled as she grabbed Ariel. "I've already waited for 5 years!" She then tossed Ariel off the building.

"Elita!" I yelled, half looking over the ledge.

He looked down and saw that she was barely hanging off a flagpole. Fortunately, arriving in the nick of time was Ladybug and Cat Noir.

"We've got, Elita, get that spider girl!" said Ladybug as they quickly transformed into robot mode. She quickly jumped onto Dion's shoulder, "A little help for the vertically challenged?"

"Coming right up!" Dion yelled, tossing her into the air with all his strength.

Ariel then lost her grip and began falling to the ground. Ladybug quickly grabbed Ariel and began to smile at her before her string snapped, sending them to their death. Dion, realizing there was a problem, jumped off the ground and caught both of them, "Hang on, you two," Dion exclaimed, transforming into his vehicle mode, "It's going to be a rough landing!" He then hit the ground hard, so hard that all eight of his tires burst, and the airbag in his truck cab went off. "You okay?" he asked in a pained voice.

With Ariel now safe, I turned back to Bianca, expecting her to finally see reason. However, the energy pulses coming from Bianca intensified, and she was crying out in pain.

"What's happening?" Bianca groaned as she fell to her knees.

"I tried to warn you..." I groaned as I stood my ground against the energy pulses. "Bianca... your heart... can't survive without the cybernetics!" I slowly got up on my feet, grunting in pain, "We need to unplug you! Now!""

"I... I can't!" Bianca moaned in pain.

I slowly and painfully pushed forward, finally managing to reach Bianca, fighting against the energy barrier surrounding her. I reached out and grabbed the cable, pulling it out with all my might. The moment I did, the energy pulses stopped, and all technology started to work once more. I weakly got up and began walking toward where Bianca was lying, her back turned to me. "Bianca..." I whispered, reaching out to her.

She pushed me away, "Don't..." she sobbed, "I don't want you to see me like this..." I held up Bianca and looked at her in the eyes, sorrow present in both of us.

I caressed her face, tears welling up, "Bianca... Come with me..." I offered her, hoping she would listen to me. "Let me help you..." Bianca motioned for me to come closer, something I obeyed. She suddenly hissed at me and then stabbed me with her shoulder spikes once more, knocking me out.

When I woke up, she was gone once more.

Later....

"I believe the expression is 'trick or treat,'" I smiled, now dressed as Eeyore once more. We had recently said farewell to Ladybug and Cat Noir before they left

"That's my line, Orion," Ariel replied, grabbing her bag, "And I'm supposed to say..." she made a sad look on her face, "Sorry for not defending you when Marinette frightened you with that fake spider..." I was silent for a moment, not noticing Nathaniel, Alix, and Dion approaching us from behind.

"So who was that hot chick?" Nathaniel asked, making a squeezing motion with his hands, which to his relief went unnoticed by Alix. Dion simply silently chuckled as Alix sat down in exhaustion.

"I need a vacation after this..." Alix remarked, cracking her neck, "This was a crazy ass night..."

"Someone I shouldn't have left behind..." was my answer before I looked at the full moon. Bianca... I thought, "Bianca, I swear to you, Bianca, I will find a way to save you one day and maybe earn your trust once more."

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RAINBOW DRAGON AND ELEPHANT!!!! SPRAYING WATER AND RAINBOWS!!!! LOVE WINS!!

(also love the idea that Hanami dislikes Ko-Guy, since Ko-Guy eats all of Hanami’s plants…)

And Kurourushi dislikes Hanami since she does not like his baby bro

These two are making the rainbow for the cursed pride parade that is happening below them! (humans only see a everyone dying around them by burning alive, turning into monsters, or being eaten/carried away into nothingness lol)

You read my mind for why Hanami hates Ko-Guy! Yes! He just keeps eating her plants as well as constantly asking her to make more (or biting her which she doesn't care too much about until he tries to bite her eye stalks, then she's throwing hands with him).

Hanami: .lla tA .yuG-oK ekil ton od I [I do not like Ko-Guy. At all.]

Kurourushi (brother mode activates): Valid but fuck you!

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Gotta think of other relationship dynamics for the curses because they are fun! Whatever this curse is (from ch 209 of the manga):

Is definitely friends with the Roppongi curse and the Mannequin curse, and it also is the connecting/mutual friend for Smallpox Deity that connects the shopping curses to the sickness and bug curses.

Akuro-o Otake I can see also being a friend, or at least acquaintance with the Roppongi curse. As well as friends with Ganesha.

Similar with the curse that Inumaki fought in JJK 0, which is unnamed and I forget what shopping district it is in atm. That one I origianlly thought of being friends with Ganesha right after I was reminded that Ganesha existed, so that is definitely another relationship dynamic there!

Kechizu and Hanami are friends. Just love the idea that the two get along because Kechizu is younger sibling gamer coded to me and Hanami is the person the lil gamer talks to even if she hardly knows what is going on (also the fact that I love the idea she makes flower crowns/bracelets for others! She uses flower language both positive and negative, so she will insult people like Satoru with a flower crown without them knowing. She needs to give either a big flower crown to Kechizu because of his body type, or just give him a bracelet. She's done both for him).

Also, not a curse, but I love the idea that in another universe Hanami would have become friends with Kinji and Kirara! She takes dumb stupid risks/gambles like no other curse and I love that for her (and Toji would take Kinji, Kirara, and Dagon to a gambling place and make Dagon cheat for them because most people can't see curses. Especially at the water racing thing he was betting on in Hidden Inventory arc).

Jogo's not getting along with any of the other curses I bet. He still has fights with the disaster curses, of course he wouldn't be able to make friends easily with others. However! I love the idea that him and Juzo get into arguments about cursed tools and the history behind them. Just love Jogo being knowledgeable about cursed items and Juzo knowing lots of stuff about cursed weapons. So the two butt heads together a lot about what is correct and what isn't (and then Satoru takes the two on a field trip to look at the school's cursed tools because he's Satoru Gojo and can do shit like that, but he really wants to cause more drama while also getting more information about cursed tools. Probably Maki is there as well).

And then Dagon, Kurourushi, and Ko-guy have a whole frenemies thing going on as they fight over food. Definitely these three are bothering Uraume a bunch for good food (especially humans). And Uraume hates all of them because none of these curses can appreciate the effort that they put into making these foods like Sukuna does.

Mahito's the little outcast that no one really likes but every curse tolerates. There are definitely fun moments they all have together, especially when Mahito drags someone in on a little fun prank (usually aimed at Jogo)!