#like in the pilot he’s just a guy. a little bug guy

[084thoughts]

We need to remember that for most of the 2010s Buck was literally homeless, traveling job to job in his sister’s jeep. He probably didn’t have a phone plan until he moved to CA. He sent postcards to Maddie, because it was the cheapest option while on the road. He was a ranch hand in fucking Montana.

Man’s doesn’t know shit about pop culture and we love him for it.

[0mg-bird]

Hangman’s Mystery - J Seresin x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Shy! Fem! Reader

Summary: Jake takes you to meet the crew after claims of him hiding you from them. You’re extremely shy and aren’t a fan of lots of people, making Jake be more protective of you. For once, Rooster knows more about Jake’s life than the others do.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety - protective Jake- Fluff!- language.

“All I’m saying is it’s a little suspicious.” Payback says, opening his locker up. Jake just rolls his eyes, preparing himself to go through this debate one more time.

“I hate to say this, but I agree with him.” Fanboy pipes in, pulling his flight suit off.

Somehow, the conversations lately always turn back to you. Ever since the flight crew found out Jake’s been seeing someone and it wasn’t a casual hook up, they’ve bugged him about it ever since. It had come up one night at the Hard Deck, when Coyote suggested to a perky blonde, who had been hitting on him, to focus her attention on the southern boy who was playing pool. She eyed Jake up, pleased with what was in her gaze and moved in on him.

Some of the boys gathered around to watch the cocky pilot work his magic. Coyote figured he was doing the pilot a favor since he hadn’t been seen with a girl on his arm in a while. Imagine their surprise when Jake took a step away from the grasp on his bicep.

“What’s he doing?” Payback questions, looking appalled.

“Is he sick?” Phoenix asked as she finished her beer.

Jake had smiled politely and rejected all advances the girl made, sending her away and going straight to his pool game again.

By the time Rooster came around with a fresh drink, the group scrambled to fill him in on the alien sight they just witnessed.

“He sent her away.” Phoenix said with a slack jaw.

“Like a poor puppy.” Coyote joked.

Rooster took a swig of his beer, then shrugged like they were idiots. “Yeah, he already has a girl.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed.

Ever since that night a week ago, Jake was being grilled on it.

As he takes out a fresh shirt to slip on, Jake shakes his head. “Coyote is getting married, and y’all are icing me for having commitment?”

Payback nods. “Well that’s because we knew of his fiancée, you have been hiding this girl like a dirty little secret.”

“I think him and Bradshaw are pulling our leg.” Coyote pipes in. “I think he made her up just to fuck with us.”

Jake laughs out loud. “You are just being ridiculous now.”

Bob, who has been quiet the entire time, ‘lurking’ as the crew likes to say, finally uses his smug voice. “Look, Seresin, I get it. I had a fake girlfriend too one time in high school, it’s embarrassing to admit, buddy.” His words make the guys laugh, and Jake shuts his locker with a loud clank. “She’s not fake! She just doesn’t really like hanging out with dick heads like you guys. She’s real shy.” He glares.

“Well, I’ll believe it when I see it.” Fanboy states. “Yeah, we want to meet her. You bring her to the Hard Deck on Friday night if she’s real, or else we will never stop bugging you about it.” He says, giving Jake a harsh choice.

His hand runs down his face. “I’ll talk to her about it.”

“He’ll talk to her about it, he says.” Coyote scoffs. “Okay Seresin, go talk to your fake girlfriend about it.”

“She’s not fake!”

~~~~~~~

“Baby?” He calls, walking through your front door. Moving to set his small duffle bag on the counter, he toes off his boots, trying to place where you were in the sea side house. It was oddly quiet, maybe you had your head phones in, oblivious to the world outside.

Down the hall he goes, pushing open your cracked bedroom door. Your scrubs were tossed in the corner, almost making it into the laundry hamper. You lay sprawled in bed, hair out of your braid, asleep in one of Jake’s t shirts he left at your house and some boxer shorts.

Slowly, he creeps to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed as he strokes your hair. You slowly start to stir, opening your bright eyes to him. A smile creeps up your pink lips, you take a deep breath in and twist to sit up.

“Hi.” You grin, happy he’s here.

“You alright? It’s only five, you look tired.” His voice was calm, sweet to you as he stroked the under side of your chin with his finger.

You rubbed your eyes. “Long day.” You breathe. “Mr. Johnson passed this morning.”

Jake’s eyes grow heavy with sorrow for you. He knew that this was normal for you because you were an at home nurse and a lot of the time the elderly patients pass. “I’m sorry, honey.” He says, leaning to kiss your forehead.

You lean into his touch. “It’s alright, I should be used to it by now but…I don’t know, Mr. Johnson was a sweet man, I actually adored his company.” You softly laugh. “But, that’s life, I’ll be fine.”

Pushing the covers further off of you, you lean forward and sweetly kiss the man that’s been in your life for five months. Despite the somewhat short time period, you couldn’t imagine life being any different than what it is. Your mother and sister called you crazy for being with an aviator, reminding you that he won’t stay in town forever, that he is quite literally owned by the government and will be wherever he is assigned to. The thought was scary, getting so attached to someone just for him leave when his ship comes in. It made your anxiety tick higher when you thought about it for too long. But, you don’t think you’ve ever been this in love. You’ll be the first to admit that you’ve never been a social butterfly, you were stuck in a shell, hardly bothering to get close to new people. Your handful of friends knew this about you, so it was a surprise when they met Jake and all of his infectious attitude. Somehow, Jake had a way of prying that shell open, his strong hands took you off the shelf and he learned that there’s a light hearted, good time, girl under all the shy innocence. He loved you for both versions, and it made you love him even more.

You declared that if you could, you’d follow him anywhere.

As he takes a shower, probably using your shampoo, you move to figure out what it is that you wanted to make for dinner.

You turn on some music, cracking a beer open and taking a drink. Soon, the kitchen is full of a delicious scent that Jake smells all the way from the bedroom. He follows the waft, sweatpants low on his hips and a casual tank top over his upper half. Finding you stirring some vegetables, he kisses the side of your head, then snatches the half drank bottle from your hand. This is usually the routine, you can never finish the drink you intend to, so he’s there to finish it for you.

“I want to…ask you something.” He says, leaning back against the counter.

You hum in question, and he loves the little look you toss him from over your shoulder.

“You wanna go out on Friday night?” He asks, making you smile. “Sure, where do you want to go?” You ask, unsure why he seems off.

“Well, I think since I’ve met your friends, you should meet mine. Let’s go to the Hard Deck with them, honey.”

You immediately stop your movements, anxiety sweeping over you. “Jake…I don’t know…a bar…”

“I met you in a bar.” He reminds with a smug look.

“That was different.” You turn to face him. “I was dragged there for my sister’s twenty first birthday and you know I hated it the whole time.”

He smiles at your pointed look. “Yes, I know but this will be different. Look, we’ll go, say hi, prove you actually exist, then come home and have sex on the couch.”

Your eyes widen. “Jake!” You gasp at his bluntness.

“Fine, we’ll do it in the shower.”

“Just stop talking.” You shake your head, hiding your smile. “The crew really doesn’t think I exist?”

He comes to grips with your waist. “They think I’ve made you up, like some sad Freshman geek…like i’m Bob or something.”

“Who’s Bob?” You ask with confusion.

His head dips to your neck. “Come to the bar and you’ll figure it out.” He mumbles, inhaling your scent before nipping at your skin. It makes you laugh, desperate to push him away but his strong arms have you locked in.

Something about him could make you forget anything. Sadness, anxiety, tiredness…the veggies that are burning in the skillet.

As his mouth moves up your throat, he’s engulfing you like a starved man. You try to speak before he’s inhaling you deeply, pulling you impossibly closer with his mouth on yours, searing you with a kiss that makes your knees weak.

“Jake- baby- mm.” You battle. “Okay, I’ll go with you. Jake- vegetables are charring.”

He finally lets go of you, grinning at your laugh and the way you stumble slightly as he lets you go.

~~

Clammy hands run down your jeans, once, twice, three times before Jake pulls you towards the entrance.

“They’re not gonna like me.” You stress.

“They’ll love you.” He states, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“They’ll be bored of me in two seconds.” You continue.

“No they won’t, just breathe, honey.”

You’re submerged into a room full of talk and music, some rowdy college kids are being thrown out and you’re sure you stepped in a puddle of spilled margarita. Your eyes are wide, and you shift closer into the larger body beside you. Jake leans down to whisper in your ear that it’s calmer in the back.

By the pool table, a group is gathered there and you immediately assume this is the infamous crew.

Phoenix is the first to notice, she smacks Payback and Fanboy, motioning for them to look alive.

“Well well, here he is, the man himself.” Coyote says smugly, setting his pool stick down.

A shorter pilot approaches you. “How much did he pay you to be here?” He asks, confusing you.

“What?”

“Just joking, I’m Reuben, but everyone calls me Payback, and you’re gorgeous.” He takes your hand in greeting, making your face heat with surprise and embarrassment.

Payback is pushed aside, and replaced by another. “I’m Fanboy, his back seater which means he’d be shit outa luck if he didn’t have me saving his ass.”

You shake his hand too, unsure of what to say.

“So, what’s your name? Wait, what was the last one, Jake? Abbi? Alison? Sorry, he has a thing for A names. Your name start with an A?” His tone is teasing, but he’s so straightforward, it makes things awkward.

Jake’s grip tightens on you. “Cut it out, Garcia.” He slowly said with a warning look.

Fanboy puts his hands up in defense. “Just trying to get to know this mystery girl you hid from us, Hangman.” He claims, then goes back to your gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You say softly, brushing him off.

You’re introduced to more guys, all who make some sort of snide comment about your relationship with Jake, well, except for Bob who was utterly polite. To your surprise, you’re introduced to Natasha greets you with a hug.

“Well, you’re real and not crazy so that’s a plus.” She jokes, making you chuckle. “You want something to drink?” She asks.

“You’re sweet, thank you. I’ll just take a beer, I’m not picky.” You say in a grateful tone, she nods, saying she’ll be right back.

Moving in from outside, Rooster makes his appearance.

“I missed the meet and greet? Damn.” He says, making you turn with a grin.

“Bradley, hi!” You greet, stepping away from Jake’s embrace momentarily. Rooster hugs you politely. “Hey girly, how are you?”

The crew grows a sour look.

“You two already know each other?” Coyote asks.

Rooster nods. “I was there when her and Hangman met.” He says so casually.

“Bradley and Ashley come over for lunch sometimes.” You add, making the group look at each other.

“Does no one tell us anything anymore or…” Bob trails off.

The night continues with chatter and worthless bets on pool shots. At no point does your hand leave Jake, whether it’s intertwined with his or on his arm, his back, your finger hooked on his belt loop, anything. It might make you look needy, but it’s something that eases your nerves.

When you do pull away from him with intention of finding the bathroom, he immediately turns when your warmth is gone.

“Where you goin’?” He questions.

“The ladies room, a place you can’t follow me in to.” You tease, starting to walk away.

He’s eyes scan the room, then watch you closely. He doesn’t miss the amount of guys that turn to watch you, scanning you up and down, definitely making comments about how good you fit in your jeans.

His paranoia gets the better of him, he marches across the bar to the hallway where the restrooms are. Back leaned against the wall, he waits, standing guard, in his mind, but the pilots call him a puppy.

“Mystery girl went and made him a golden retriever.” Payback laughs.

Fanboy nods. “We’ve lost him for good. What’s he gonna do when he leaves next month for Po-dunk, Texas- or wherever he’s from?”

They all watch as you and Jake slowly start to walk back to the group. Rooster, who finishes his beer, simply shrugs and leans to line his pool stick up. “He says he’s gonna take her with him and marry her.”

“What?!”

[keferon]

So the Mech AU is something and it's captured me too.

Set sometime after Prowl discovers Jazz is a pilot but before they go to Earth

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"Do they all look the same?"

Sat in a makeshift chair made from a tarp thrown over a spare tire, Jazz was in the middle of refueling from a small plastic baggie when Prowl broadly gestured to the inanimate body of his mech.

"The mechs? Naw, at least not the ones that last. I've had mine long enough that it's gotten all sorts of unique design changes and upgrades. There's no other mech that looks or moves just like mine."

The reassurance that Jazz's mech form was an individual creation was pleasing for some reason. Perhaps Prowl didn't like the idea of a dozen identical blank visors, the body of his friend replicated and filled with someone else.

"There's like. three or four classes of mech I think?" Jazz continued unaware of Prowl's secret anxiety.

"There's Rescue Class, those are the smallest, and they actually aren't built for fighting but for digging through rubble and cleaning up chunks of alien. Plus, sometimes those tentacle freaks have parasites that drop off when they die so the R-class kill 'em before they can become an invasive species."

"I thought you said they weren't designed for combat?"

Jazz finishes their fuel and shrugs.

"Its a war. Nobody gets out of fighting completely. Before I left I heard they were sticking a medic into- into fuckin' Vortex."

There were, many questions Prowl had concerning that last sentence. How desperate were the humans to be making their caregivers into soldiers? Why was this Vortex so infamous?

Why did Jazz sound angry at first, but by the time he got to saying "Vortex" the name came out as a rush of breath rather than a proper word?

What stopped him from pressing further on the topic was how Jazz seemed to shrink. And sink.

And stare at nothing at all.

It was so nauseatingly not Jazz that Prowl nudged the tire a bit and guided the conversation back to familiar territory.

"So what class are you?" Prowl said, while crossing his arms on the table and resting his chin on them. It was, very off model posture for the Praxian, but without the ability to pick up EM fields, exaggerated body language seemed to be the best way to get through to his human.

On a hunch, Prowl lightly waved his door-wings as well. Jazz smiled at them, and at him and Prowl preened with a modest smile back.

"I happen, to-just-so-be-the-Top-of-my-class-a-thank-you-veeery-much!" Jazz said popping each syllable like a song, resting his chin on his knuckles to match Prowls gaze.

"In terms of mech?" He nodded in its direction.

"I'm Striker Class baby, we're the fastest, the most agile and in my personal opinion the the most effective fighters in the whole program."

"And you do not personally feel as though you are an outlier bringing up the average?"

Mouth agape in mock shock, Jazz placed a hand over his spark- Flesh? Flesh-spark? Prowl deleted the line of thought and focused on the performance.

“I assure you Prowler, there are plenty of other Striker class pilots out there that do good for our name. I mean, there’s Blur for one thing. The guys basically the poster child of the whole program. Ridiculously fast mech. There’s also Hot Rod. His mech had the funny little quirk of CONSTANTLY CATCHING ON FIRE, buuut he turned it from a bug into a feature and now that’s just his thing.”

“Just his thing?!”

“Yup.”

“Being on fire?”

Jazz sat up straighter and pointed a finger at Prowl, “Look. I don’t know the full story and I shouldn’t be the one to tell it either, but trust me when I tell you this guy earned it.”

Leaning back, Prowl processed the new layers of insanity humans would apparently subject themselves to before filing it under “Bizarre conversations with Jazz” in his processor and carrying on.

“So what’s your special quality?”

“Me? I’m freakishly good at syncing up with my mech. Like, Blur is faster, but I’m smoother. Like, like that really is me. It just, I dunno, feels right. Fits me.”

Jazz looked over to his mech for a long time. Frowning at the fuel packet in his hands and solemnly crushing it into a ball.

“In terms of mech?” Jazz looked looked over to Prowl, smile returning with ease.

“I think I might be the only one that’s built for the stars.”

Their conversation continued into the evening like a leisurely dance. Discussing Pool Time, the war, cultural differences , the quintessons, their homes, what remained of them, and all the people they know and once knew.

Prowl never brought up Vortex again, though perhaps he should have.

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"What," Prowl choked out, his voice more static than sound. "Is that?"

The sky was green. The quintessions were in chunks. A mech, matte black with a blank visor, caaaarved into the body of the last living invader. A blade that massive was too big to keep a clean cutting edge, so the mech made up for the lack of delicacy with brute force.

It. It wasn't killing the damn thing. It was vivisecting the aliens spinal column from its body, each rib snapping off with a supersonic POP that shook Ratchets hangar and barely carried over the fucking awful sound of the thing screaming in terror.

Prowl would have never thought a Quintession could be a Victim before that moment.

Spine and brain case finally extracted, the mech lifted its prize to its opening vi- mouth.

That is its mouth. It's head was the size of his entire chassis. Inside, a stranger. Over bright eyes, straining and shaking against restraints within to get a better look at what was being held up to him. The mech moved without any input, tilting its helm back and cracking the skull to fill its open maw with cerebral fluid.

A funnel cloud touched down in the distance.

"That.? Jazz said, leaning against Prowls good side. “Is Vortex.”

TH A T. IS VORTEX

Man……I think Cybertronians would consider themselves big and scary compared to primitive earth life. And then meet Vortex. And then see Vortex in their nightmares for the next five million business years

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[knight-a3]

Heavenbound AU

Masterpost

Angel Dust "Angie"

So I can avoid confusion between Angel and angels, his stage name is Angel Dust but he goes by Angie casually.

Side note: I'm too ace for this guy, yikes. Don't mind me clutching my pearls.

Spider family:

More notes under the cut to reduce clutter. There's info about the whole Spider family and some info about the Mafia as well.

Angie's redesign took me a while to nail down. I looked at other people's designs for inspiration, but nothing felt right. I wanted to give his head shape more structure, but it's too iconic to significantly change. Many people added spider fangs but I think they always look too cluttered and ugly. I also wanted the right balance of masculine and feminine for his outfit.

I am not a fan of heterochromia in character design, unless there is a reason or it's used sparingly. Angie's design is complicated enough with the gold tooth, extra eyes and arms, and body patterns that the heterochromia would just be too much.

Instead of giving him fangs that jut out like a real spider, I chose to just give him a main pair of fang-like teeth, while the rest are smaller.

It didn't make sense to me why he's able to retract his tertiary set of arms, beyond simplifying for animation, but I also do not want to manage all of them all the time, so I'm keeping that little ability. I'm justifying it with the idea that he was only ever somewhat interested in the family business, so he had less of a hand in it than his Pop or Arackniss(both of which cannot retract their extra limbs at all). I also wanted the sets of arms to have a hierarchy in how he uses them. Also didn't like the shoulders canon gives his secondary arms. They look weird to me.

The main set has 5 fingers on each hand and are relatively normal, because they're the equivalent of his human arms. The secondary set is a little smaller and a little more bug-like, with 4 fingers. The tertiary/retractable set are smaller and have 3 fingers.

I tried giving him a spider butt, but I couldn't wrap my head around how he would wear any type of pants. Not that he would be opposed to going around nude, but I just wasn't interested in that.

Casual:

I remember reading somewhere that Angel likes to dress more comfy rather than provocatively outside of work. So I decided his work outfits are the skimpy, sexy stuff. His main outfit is his typicall out-in-the-town fashionable stuff, which tends to cover him up more(gotta pay for those goods). And lounging clothes are just purely for comfort.

Main outfit-

I really wanted something that alluded to his mobster background. He may not really be involved of all that now, but it's still a part of him and that would linger. For as much as he modernizes, he's still a product of his time. Anyway, that's why I gave him pinstripe pants and a blazer.

I didn't want to lean too far into either masculine or feminine styles. He is undoubtedly feminine, but he was raised in an environment where suits and violence was the fashion. I actually searched for 40s gangster costumes for women, counting on the fact I'd find the silly sexy costumes so I could get ideas for a more feminine spin of the classic mobster.

I tried a boob window shirt for awhile, but it didn't let me show enough chest fluff. So I traded it for a V neck, which can work for both masculine and feminine styles.

Eventually I settled on a crop top blazer, since it gives a sort of suit jacket vibe while being feminine. I preferred the short gloves from the pilot, at least on his main arms, and used the longer style from the show for his secondary arms.

In canon, his "skin" color and the white of his clothes just don't have enough contrast. So I used more pink, and had the color of his fluff be a different hue than his shirt. I liked the stripes on his jacket before, but I didn't want to add any more complexity, especially when I already committed to the pinstriped pants.

Overall, I like this outfit for him. Maybe that has something to do with my personal tastes, but I think it suits him.

Body markings:

He wasn't a star until Val came around in the 70s, so he wouldn't have been quite so glam before that. He still had more mobster habits. I used his older, pre-pilot, Zoophobia design as inspiration, which used a low saturated purplish color. I thought it struck a nice balance between his mobster roots, and his later glam style.

I wanted to make the pattern something easy for me to remember. The heart design got pushed lower down because I needed more room for his chest fluff. His hands don't have anything because I didn't like how it looked with his lounge clothes. The stripes on his arms reference the stripes on his canon, pilot, and pre-pilot jackets. The stripes on his legs represent garters(suspenders that hold up socks or stockings).

Human- Anthony "Tony"

Many human versions of him that I've seen make him look too modern. I think they would absolutely work for a modern human au, but not for the 1940s. So this is my take on what he would have looked like while he was alive. The Mafia is almost exclusively Italian, and overwhelmingly Southern Italian/Sicilian. Sicily was settled by the Greeks during the antiquity period, so many people there have Greek ancestry. The vast majority had dark hair and a tanner complexion(less than 7% are blonde in modern day). Northern Italy has more variety, with up to 25% blondes in modern day. I find it unlikely that an Italian-American mobster would have such light blonde hair(darker blonde, maaaaybe). I found only a couple of a blonde mobsters, and the pictures still look pretty dark. I just believe he would have had a more typical Mediterranean appearance: naturally dark hair and olive-toned skin, rather than the fanon platinum blonde more typical of Scandinavian areas.

Hair coloring in the 40s was always done professionally, and primarily used by women, and they usually didn't want it to be obvious. Bleached hair on a man(especially with naturally dark hair) would be far too much to maintain discreetly. He hadn't publicly embraced his feminine side while he was alive. His family was Catholic, and being gay was a no-no. But murder was okay for some reason. Don't question the mobster logic.

His brother and sister knew he was gay, parents did not. Arackniss was too tired to care, and Molly was supportive. She would take him to be her "bodyguard" when she would go out and do fun things, but it was partly an excuse she provided for him to do gay things.

Angie had mixed feelings about his participation in the mob. Sometimes it was fun, other times he'd really rather be partying. But he was a made man and swore an oath of loyalty. He can't just back out.

He spent his free time with drugs, guns, and hot guys. Then died of drug overdose in his early-mid 30s in 1947.

He wasn't publicly out as gay until Hell. His parents hated it and basically disowned him when they found out. But why should Angie care at this point? He's already in Hell. So he just parted ways with them(technically the oath of loyalty ends at death. It's not like the Mafia can really kill him for leaving now, since they all just regenerate anyway) and has kept in sporadic contact with his siblings. They aren't close anymore.

Spider Family:

Ma and Pops were mostly because I wanted to play with character design. And since they have no official designs, I had more room to play with it.

The whole family became spiders because they were involved with the "web of crime" that is The Mafia. Family relation does not automatically mean sinners will look similar. They usually don't.

Pops (real name Enrico, the Italian version of Henry. Nickname "Big Cig". Almost every mobster listed on wikipedia had a nickname) inherited the position of mob boss from a relative. I'm not thinking hard about historically accurate crime families, so this is a fictional family that we will pretend had a significant presence. He died not long after Anthony, in the early 1950s in his mid 60s via gang violence. He never managed to get to the same level of power after his death. He's a minor Overlord at best, but does hold some influence.

In Zoophobia, Angel and Arackniss had a dad named Henroin. A play on "heroin". So when considering a real name for him, I searched for a variant of Henry that sounded more Italian. I designed him before I knew he had a design, but I wasn't exactly impressed by Henroin's design, so I totally ignored it anyway.

Design-wise, I wanted to go for a stereotypical mob boss vibe, and it lends itself well to the more bulky, crustacean look. The resemblance to Mr. Waternoose was unintentional. He cannot retract any extra limbs.

Spider traits- I wanted to give everyone varying degrees of spider traits, partially determined by their level of Mob involvement and how dangerous they are. Pa is venomous(through his clawed hands), has super strength(because spiders are proportionally strong compared to their size), can super jump(cuz jumping spiders is the theme), and can summon a couple of guns. He's too large to crawl on walls and can't spin webs.

Ma was always at Pop's side, helping with the less violent aspects like finances. She did her share of poison murders as well. Ma died alongside Pop and is still at his side. She's arguably the more dangerous of the two at this point. She looks easy to take advantage of, but it turns out she has potent venom.

I didn't have anything canon to go off of, so she's technically an OC. I haven't put a ton of thought into her name, but I think I'll just go with Maria. Molly is named after her, I guess.

Design- Had to go with a femme fetale mob wife. The hourglass motif is because of her venomous nature, and not for any husband-killing. She can retract her extra limbs, because she is more dangerous than she initially seems.

Spider traits- she's more venomous than Pa(through her extra limbs), can wall crawl and super jump with her extra limbs, and spin webs(to ensnare prey. I think it might come from her hair bun and/or mouth, but I don't want to think too hard about it.). She's actually the more dangerous of the two, partially because she appears less threatening, and partially because the way her extra limbs are set up gives her more reach and agility. She cannot summon guns, and she doesn't have super strength.

Arackniss (real name is Giovanni, Italian version of John. Goes by Jon. Nicknamed "Little Cig", "Don Jon") worked as the underboss until Pa died, then took over as mob boss, making sure Molly was taken care of. He died in a shootout with police in the 1960s. He was around 50ish. He is on speaking terms with their parents, and sometimes works with them. He's tired and very addicted to coffee and cigarettes.

Apparently an old QnA revealed his real name to be Jonathan. Not sure if it's still true, but I didn't find anything more reliable. I found no examples of any historical mobster named Jonathan, despite there being many many Johns/Giovannis.)

Design- I wanted him to be unable to retract limbs, unlike Angie, but also wanted to avoid drawing all of them. So I used his overcoat to cover them, and he habitually keeps his hands in his pockets. Again, he can't retract any limbs because he was heavily involved with the mob. I changed his eyes from red to yellow, because I felt the yellow suited him better and reduces the overuse of red in general.

Spider traits- He can wall crawl, has super strength(which most don't expect because he's pretty scrawny), has super jump, and can summon guns. He cannot spin webs, and his venom is non-lethal and inflicted via bite(which isn't super useful to him).

Anthony/Tony "Wild Tony" was a soldier in the Mafia. He could have been a Capo(caporegime) if he was more committed. But he had a tendency to party and goof off. Technically, membership of the mob ends through death. Being the first to die, he was separated from the mob and didn't care to recommit. Angie partied hard and enjoyed gun violence, until Valentino came along. Valentino swept him off his feet with promises of fame, fortune, and love, convincing Angie to sell his soul.

Design- already covered most notes, but for organization: he can retract one set of extra limbs because he was involved with the mafia, but he was lower level.

Spider traits- He has less than the previous three. So he can super jump, spin webs(via mouth...he can make it kinky), and summon guns. He technically can wall crawl, but not for very long, and he usually uses it for things like pole dancing. He is not venomous at all, and does not have super strength.

In canon, Molly is in heaven, but I don't find it likely because of how the Mafia works, so she's in Hell now. (Real name is Marietta, which is an Italian version of Mary, and Molly is a nickname)She was the spoiled daughter and knew about the family's criminal activity. She knew, profited, and didn't care. She's guilty by association. Anyway, I'm gonna say she died about 10 years after Anthony, approx 1957, around the age of 40. Haven't thought too hard about how she died. Then she probably went and found some powerful, hot guy to sell her soul to. Not sure.

Design- I was going to give her an extra set of legs, but I couldn't wrap my head around the anatomy of it and just decided to stick with extra arms. She can retract all her limbs because she was "hands off" with the mafia.

Spider traits- she has the fewest because she was the least involved with the mafia. Aside from the obvious physical traits, she can only spin webs(because it is symbolically more domestic. Also via ponytail and/or mouth, but I don't want to think hard about it). She cannot wall crawl, or super jump, has no venom or super strength.

The Mob:

The Mafia is very patriarchal, so all members are men, as women were never formally initiated. But women were still significantly involved in a variety of ways. Most often by instilling mafia culture to the kids, drug trafficking, finances, or economics. Some helped as launderers, couriers, shills(con artist), drug traffickers, informants, and other typically non-violent roles. Some acted as proxies for their husbands in prison(which is becoming increasingly common in modern times).

Quick chart for Mafia organization, via the FBI.

Simple rundown of terminology because I didn't know the difference between Mob and Mafia, and I've now done too much research to not write it down in a relevant place:

mob- a group of people, usually disorderly

gang- crime group, ranging from loosely organized street gangs to structured syndicates.

syndicate- group of individuals or organizations that unite for a common goal. Can be legal or illegal.

cartel- (type of syndicate) a group of individuals or organizations that collude to control a business market via supply and demand. Can be legal or illegal.

The Mafia- originated in Sicily. Ethnically Italian gangs, referred to as "families" that may or may not have actual familial relationships. Characterized by a distinct hierarchal structure.

The Mob- the American extension of The Mafia. (ie. it's the same thing)

The Commission- the alliance of the various Mafia/Mob families. Older generation members, called "Mustache Petes", only worked with fellow Italians, sometimes even only Sicilians.

The National Crime Syndicate- multi-ethnic alliance of various criminal organizations. Most prominent being The Mafia/The Commission and Jewish syndicates.

All somewhat organized crime groups are gangs. Crime syndicates have a higher level of organization, and cartels deal in specific businesses. Eventually the terms mafia and mob were applied to other ethnic gangs that operated similarly. Such as the "Jewish Mob" and "Russian Mafia". But THE Mafia and THE Mob refers to Italian gangs.

(Jan 28, 2025- fixed the tags) (Jan 31, 2025- added a couple more notes about his human design, particularly the hair color)

[irisinluv]

Caleb Love and deep space thoughts- SPOILERS AHEAD

Second update of brain dumping my thoughts as I play through the game… this time entirely Caleb focused

Ok so I’ve been reading Caleb’s anecdotes, dates, every scrap of info that becomes available to me…. And holy shit he’s such a simp!

Man almost fucking died, was lost in space for 2 weeks, and he’s just like “haha hey pipsqueak! Yea secret training mission, sorry, I’m back online!” As he’s in a hospital bed. Like baby boy not letting mc know he almost died???? And then the card/memory/whatever it’s called where he’s sick, and she has to basically beg him all day to let her in? Man wants to be Superman for her. Seriously, he’s out here becoming a pilot cuz it would pay well and help provide for mc, and if anything happened he could just whisk her away.

He literally worships the ground mc walks on. Obsessed with the necklace he gave him, kissing the pendant before each flight, not letting her lift a finger at the house when it comes to chore type things, using his evol to win her plushies at the claw machine… also he’s soooo obviously into the domestic life with mc! His house is bare bones before the reunion. Then MC shows up and there’s the scene where he’s surrounded by boxes, setting things up….. I picture him totally kicking himself for not having everything set up sooner, bc he got a house just so she could move in. I see him just living in an apartment that’s part of the officer barracks. There’s no reason why he has a whole ass house if not for mc. He just didn’t expect her to have infiltrated his ranks as a spy and to pop up so soon…. But hey she’s here now and so he’s totally buying everything and having a hot ikea build sesh in that slutty little tank top of his.

Oh and you know he’s a cheeky idiot about the fact that mc picked his room when deciding where to stay. Like we got that from the gameplay obviously…. But I just want to take moment to appreciate how hard that man must have been grinning on the inside. I also think it’s so cute that mc really is just making his place a second home. She’s got a little garden going at his house! She talks about the little yellow flowers she planted there in one of the text messages, and when he mentioned restocking his snacks on a community post mcs already planning on raiding it.

Also he’s been so obsessed with her since they were kids. Like he’s got some weird amnesia brain trauma shit going on after his deep space incident, and he scored poorly on the mental health portion of his exams (not him answering the “what’s the greatest challenge with flight missions?” Question with “it’s hard to get home on time”), and I’m assuming he was also an experiment by ever like MC is (but I haven’t gotten to the point where I can say that for sure), but like. That isn’t why he’s the way he is. Man was out here protecting her from bullies, the thing where he’d buy two of everything for mc, think he said something like “I wanted to grow up to be the most loyal… well you know, I could be” LOYAL HUSBAND? But from the jump he’s been doing everything for her. It’s so interesting getting this background from all the memories and whatnot. Like he’s made it such a source of pride to take care of mc in every tiny way, and so when she says stuff about not needing him, or uh, I don’t remember what thing it was part of but she fixed some electronic and was like “damn that was easier than I thought, guess I gotta stop bugging you for every tiny little thing, I can just figure it out.” and he PANICS! Like no baby- that’s his comfort thing. No matter what else is going on, at least he can feel needed and wanted when you come playfully whining to him that you can’t find your favorite mug. He’s the walking advertisement for acts of service. Also one last thing.

Yall noticed how he put his hat on mc like right after the reunion? The only thing I could think of is what it means when you put on a guys cowboy hat. Like damn Caleb. She’s still in shock that you’re not dead. But get it ig.

[miniwheat77]

Bold. (Yandere!Ghost x Plus Size!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Ghost being Jealous, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, overstimulation, yandere behavior (my bad if I missed any)

Summary: Reader makes friends with König and Ghost gets jealous.

This is a combination of requests. You can find them here here (also sorry it isn’t angsty but I had no other ideas 😭)

“Everyone, this is König. He’ll be working alongside all of you on missions.” Captain Price announces. You see the massive man. Eyes widening. He looked like he could squash terrorists like little bugs.

Ghost watches your face and rolls his eyes.

He quickly realizes König is going to be a problem.

Ghost had been interested in you since you joined the task force. Sometimes not always making the best judgement when it came to you. He spent a lot of time getting to know you. Not by talking to you of course, but by watching you. Sometimes he snuck into the showers when you were in there alone. He snuck into your room to watch you sleep. He hid in the shadows around base, seeing you interact with others. He seen the way you looked at yourself in the mirror and it drove him crazy. You thought so low of yourself and Ghost adored everything about you. He wanted to show you how beautiful you were. Whenever he seen you talking to the other guys, being too friendly. His blood would boil. He would get so angry he wanted to grab you and rip you away from them. You were his, his only. He’d need to make that known to König as soon as possible.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, you grew close to König. Trying to make him feel welcome. Talking to him, sitting on watch with him, eating meals with him. You spent so much time with him, it drove Ghost crazy.

Captain Price presented you with a mission, just you and Ghost. Ghost took this as a perfect opportunity, he needed to get closer to you. No matter what it took. He wasn’t one to sabotage missions, but he would if it meant he got to be alone with you. It was a simple mission. Infil for documents, exfil with said documents. A quick in and out mission, or so everyone thought. Ghost had already set up the perfect plan. He just needed it to fall into place. You were quiet on the way there. Nervous under Ghosts watchful stares. He seemed judgmental, that’s why you never interacted with him. Not wanting to annoy him. You didn’t know what he thought of you and didn’t want to find out the hard way that he didn’t like you. Truth be told, you liked Ghost. More than you’d like to admit. Ever since you joined the task force, you had your eyes on him. Stealing glances when he wasn’t looking.

Sometimes in the morning in the mess hall, before he had his vest on. If he stretched in the right way, he’d reveal his stomach. He was toned and you just knew under that uniform and mask he was incredibly attractive.

When you arrived, you and Ghost invaded the buildings. Clearing them out one by one. When you and Ghost separated, it was his opportunity. His plan needed to be perfect. He called to the pilot of the exfil chopper, telling them to go, there’s too many soldiers and they’d put him at risk. Captain Price called back, offered to send backup. Ghost replied by saying it wasn’t anything the both of you couldn’t handle, and to come back for the both of you the following morning. Captain Price thought nothing of it. This was Lieutenant Simon Riley for Christs sake, nothing he couldn’t handle. He wished the both of you luck, and to stay safe. Ghost watched the chopper rise into the air, and take off. Returning to fight and meet back up with you. His plan worked out perfectly. When the buildings were clear, and you had collected the documents, you were ready to walk back to the chopper. “Chopper left.” Ghost mumbles. “What?”

He shrugs. “I heard something about technical difficulties, said they’d come back for us first thing in the morning.” He says. You nod your head. “Oh… okay.” You sigh. It was dead silent and you began looking around for a room that didn’t consist of too many bodies or too much blood spattered around. Finding an upstairs room with a few beds. Deciding to stay in there. Ghost followed you and watched you the entire time. Admiring the way your body looked in your uniform. He wanted to drool, hear you moan his name. He was obsessed. For the next couple of hours, the both of you are sitting in silence. Waiting. Deciding to take a shot to fill the awkward silence, you start a conversation. Small talk at first. Asking him questions until he settles in and starts asking his own questions about you. There wasn’t really anything he could ask you that he didn’t already know, he hacked into anything and everything to know every single thing about you. He knew every single thing about you, down to your great great grandmother’s middle name and ethnic groups. He knew everything he needed to know, you were the perfect girl for him. The conversation gets deeper and eventually, you ask the big question.

“What’s your worst fear?”

And Ghost really hadn’t put too much thought into it. Really. These days it didn’t feel like there was too much Ghost was afraid of but there’s one thing that stuck out above all else. If something happened to you. Something strikes Ghost in that moment. His obsessive behavior, watching you from afar. Pining after you in silence. That somehow got washed up at the thought of losing you, flashes of you getting critically injured makes his heart hurt. He doesn’t like that question. “Um.. give me a minute to think. What’s yours?” He asks. You tilt your head back against the wall, thinking for a moment. “Being left alone I think.” You mumble. “Getting left behind, abandoned.” You mumble. Ghost nods his head. It’s now or never. He needed to come clean, tell you about his feelings. Night is approaching, and tomorrow he will regret it if he doesn’t open up to you. He adjusts the way he’s sitting. “I think my biggest fear is losing you.” He says, without missing a beat. You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?” You ask. He sighs. “I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever known. Anytime I get close to anybody, they get ripped away from me.” He looks down at his gloved hands. They’re a curse, a curse that he should feel bad for wanting to put on you. “I like you, have for a long time.” His voice is deep. You swallow hard, unsure of the words that have just left his lips. “Is.. this some kind of joke?” You breathe, he looks at you in confusion. “Why would I joke about that?” He asks. “I’m.. me. And you’re you. You’re.. way out of my league.” You laugh, exasperated. Ghost stands up, walking toward you.

When he’s standing right in front of you, he crouches down. Lifting your chin up to look up at him. “Now why would you say something like that? You’re real beautiful.” He breathes. The way your shy, doe eyes look up at him, it’s got his blood pumping fast through his veins. Heart pounding in your chest. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you. “I can show you.” He breathes. He grasps the bottom of his mask, pulling the cloth up to the bridge of his nose. “Ghost, I have to be honest. I really like you too. I just didn’t know that.. I didn’t think that-“ he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. His lips are smooth and his stubble scratches your upper lip as he kisses you hard. He throws you a curveball and takes you completely off guard. He’s a really good kisser, really really good.

When he pulls away, your eyes are closed and he can tell you’re already in another world. Taken aback by him and his boldness. He grasps the zipper on his vest, unzipping it and pulling it off. You’re starting to come back to earth, shaking your head slightly. You hadn’t had too much experience with sex or intimacy. Sure you’d had sex before but it’s been a long damn time. The last time, it wasn’t good. He body shamed you and made you self conscious. You hadn’t thought about interacting with anyone in that way in a long time. He reached for your gear, helping you pull it off. When it comes to your shirt, you get real nervous. He can tell. “Ghost I-“ you pause. “I know. Relax for me.” He breathes. He pulls his black shirt off, passing it to you. “Put it on.” He breathes. You nod your head skeptically. Ghost turns his head, trying to make you comfortable as you take everything off to slide it on. His shirt is still a tiny bit baggy on you, offering cover to your thighs. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” He leans into you, pushing you back finally, your back laying flush with the ground. He hovers over you. You have nothing on except for his shirt and he’s working at his cargo pants. Shoving them down his legs quickly. Not paying attention to where they end up. He leans down into you, his body feels amazing on yours, and Ghosts eyes roll back. Your skin is fucking soft, so soft. He kisses you with more passion than before.

He’s getting the girl, the girl he wanted.

Thank god he came clean before you walked right into König’s arms. The thought of you and König had him being slightly more rough than before but he knows to control it. He kisses your chin, than down your neck. He kisses over your chest through his shirt, down your stomach. Pushing the shirt up over your hips and you let your head rest back. Nervous. He quickly shows you that you have nothing to be worried about as he kisses the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue over your mound, flicking up your clit. Your body flinches hard, a gasp leaving your lips. “Oh my god-“ you tilt your head back, clutching at the blankets beneath you. A fire lights inside of Ghost, hearing those sweet moans leaving your lips, at the hands, or rather the mouth of him. You’re clutching hard at the blankets and a burning flame grows inside of him. You’re fucking sexy. He can’t help but rut his hips into the ground beneath him as he flicks his tongue over you, flattening it and running it over your clit. Sending shivers up your body, legs shaking slightly. The moans that leave your lips are straight out of an adult film, if Ghost wasn’t already in love, he sure as hell was now.

He wants to fuck you, until your thighs are shaking and you can’t physically take anymore. That’s how he really wants to show you how pretty you are, but he knows that has to wait. You’re not ready for that side of him yet. He dips a finger into you, a gasp leaving your lips. He wraps his other hand around your thigh, pushing down on your tummy to hold you still. Cries leaves your lips in a sweet symphony, chanting his name like a love spell, he’s pulling you into him. Grasping the strings of your heart and tying them to his, in the perfect knot. He’s curling his fingers right into the sweet spot inside of you. Being sure not to move too quickly. He brings you to the edge of your orgasm quickly, and he can tell by how restless you are. Squirming under his tongue. He pulls away, smirking at the whimper that leaves your lips. You’re panting, the twirling in your lower stomach starts to fade away, the edge of your orgasm disappears. A mewl leaving your lips as he pumps his cock with his hand.

You were ready for him, wiggling your hips to move them closer to him. You tug at the bottom of the shirt, pulling it down. His intense stares are making you feel a little insecure. A deep laugh leaves his lips and he glides a hand up your thigh. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me.” He leans down, pushing the shirt up. He grasps a hold of your thighs, lifting your hips up and forcefully pulling you closer to him. His strength and the way he manhandles you has you blushing. Lining himself up with your entrance he leans into you further. “You’re so stunning.” He kisses the sides of your lips his warm breath hitting your ear as he speaks. “I’ll show you how pretty you are to me, no matter what it takes. I mean…” he trails off. One thrust and he’s plowing into you, a gasp leaving your lips. The sheer size of him has all of the air leaving your lungs. A groan leaves his lips. “Look how hard you’ve made me.” He let’s out a breathy groan. He slides himself out of you, thrusting back in a little harder than he intends.

He wants to take his time with you. Show you just what you mean to him. But the other part of him, the jealous, insecure part of him. Wants to claim you. Show König exactly who you belong to. He trails off, focusing hard as he stares into your eyes. Holding himself up with his hands. You stare back up at him, trying hard to watch him. He’s thrusting steadily into you, fucking into you with enough force that you can barely handle it. Moans leave your lips in strings and he had to keep back a smirk. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans are the only sounds in the room, something Simon could listen to all day and night. He’s letting out deep breaths of air, trying hard to keep his thrusts steady. Leaning down to attach his lips to yours again. His lips are intoxicating, the buzzing in your ears is too loud to bear. In just a few minutes he’s gotten your high built up. You clutch the blanket in a death grip. He slows his thrusts. “Want you to ride me.” He pants. Nerves getting the best of you immediately as he asks. “But- but I’m really heavy.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re not fuckin heavy.” He pulls out of you, drawing a gasp from your lips. “Even if you were heavy, I’d let you fucking crush me. Now get on top of me.” He lays back. You swallow hard, skeptically moving on top of him. You try to keep yourself up, not wanting to rest all of your weight on him, he notices immediately. He grasps your hips and pulls you down onto him. A groan leaving his lips. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He breathes. You lift your hips off of him, sliding back down. The new angle is a lot. Overwhelming and you’re overstimulated. You lean forward, beginning to bounce your hips into him. “Oh fuck-“ his hand slapping into the blanket to clutch it has butterflies forming in your stomach. “Fuck- such a good girl- good fuckin girl.” He groans. He lifts his hips into yours, the desperation getting the best of him. Your moans are getting louder and you’re right there. Right there on the edge. “Fuck- keep fucking me sweetheart.” He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck clenching up, his adams apple bobbing with a hard gulp he takes.

“S-Simon. M’so close” you cry out. He relaxes his hips, laying still. Putting his hands behind his head. His eyes boring into you makes you nervous under his glare once again. “Fuck yourself on my cock sweetheart. M’close too.” He pants. His chest is rising and falling but he stays still, loving the way you blush as he stares at you. You rock your hips into his faster, resting your hands on his chest as you chase after that sweet high you want so badly. He lowers one of his hands, rubbing fast circles into your clit. A cry leaves your lips and he can feel your arousal soaking him as you finally reach your high, cumming around him with a mewl. He lets you ride out your high for a second before he’s pushing your hips up until you’re off of him, pumping his cock quickly. “Get on your knees for me.” You obey him immediately, panting as you come down from your own high. He stands up, hand pumping fast at his cock. “You want my cum sweetheart?” He bites his lip. You nod your head. “Open your mouth.” You once again obey him, and he loves how submissive you are. “Ah fuck I’m gonna cum-“ he growls. Gritting his teeth as he bucks his hips forward, coating your face and tongue in his cum. You swallow his cum, licking your lips. He’s panting hard, cock still standing at attention when he releases it. Coated in his thick cum. He breathes hard, passing you an extra blanket. You clean yourself up quickly, getting redressed as fast as possible. Something you were so used to. He chuckles at this. “Still insecure around me?” He mumbles, stopping you as you stepped into your pants. He steps on the center of them, forcing them back down your legs. “Looks like I didn’t do a good enough job hm?” He smiles. Wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you in to kiss him. He lowers himself back down to the ground, pulling you with him.

“Sit on my face.” He breathes, pulling you to straddle him again. “What? No. I’m going to hurt you Simon.”

“You don’t hurt me, I promise. But if you really want to stop, you can. But I’d really like it if you tried it.” You look down. A sigh leaving your lips. “You promise I won’t hurt you? Or.. suffocate you?” He laughs. “No, unfortunately. Wouldn’t mind being suffocated by these pretty thighs, little temptress.” A slap on your backside has your hips jumping up, earning a groan from him as you grind up his cock. A laugh leaves his lips. “Cmon sweetheart. I’ll help guide you.” He grasps your hips, helping you move forward. When you’ve got your knees on either side of his head, you’re holding back again, earning a muffled laugh from him as he pulls down on your hips. You rest more of your body weight on him, moaning out when he starts to lap at your cunt with his tongue. Sucking and licking at your clit like it’s freezing ice cream on a hot day. He holds you down by your hips you tilt your head back with a moan, beginning to rock your hips forward. Simon can feel himself getting hard again already. Your moans fill the quiet room again, and even though they’re muffled, Simon still loves them. Feeling the stubble on his face start to scratch at your thighs pulls you close to another high pretty quickly. He lets go of your hips for a second, sliding his hands up your shirt to cup your breasts, giving them a slight squeeze, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit and fingers on your nipples sends you into another orgasm, crying out as you cum, hips bucking. He holds you steady, lapping up your cum from your cunt. You start to squirm, trying to pull away, feeling him smile into you as he overstimulates you. When he lets you go finally, you slide off him, laying on your back. You’re panting hard. His shirt has ridden up on you and you don’t make a move to fix it. Body on display for him to see. He sits up, chuckling. “Such a good girl for me.”

After a few more minutes of laying like that, he helps you get dressed this time. He buttons your pants for you even, mumbling out a “if you feel insecure or make an attempt to hide yourself around me, I’m gonna melt your fucking brain with my cock or my tongue. You have no reason to feel that way around me.” He breathes, kissing you once more.

Once the both of you had returned to base, you still made attempts at being friends with König. Ghost was still very jealous of course, but you didn’t seem to spend as much time with König, and you went seeking out Ghost whenever you needed someone to talk to, or someone to make you feel good. Eventually, when Ghost made it official with you, you warmed up to him completely. Not shying away from him like you used to, and Ghost loved it.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

random Steve Randle Top Gun AU h/cs

because although I haven’t drawn this AU much lately, I do think about it often lol

-Mav gives Steve a tape player & some cassettes- CCR, Hendrix, a few other classic bands that are just after Steve’s time, and some 80s covers of 50s songs. Steve’s confused, but likes it. Sends a few to the gang, which is useless to them, since there’s no tape players in the 60s

-Steve watches Star Wars and American Graffitti, and prefers American Graffiti. Really likes the drag racing scene at the end

-Steve and Mav argue about whether or not Steve has to wear a helmet on Mav’s motorcycle. Mav says Steve does, only Mav doesn’t wear a helmet, so…

-Steve discovers hairspray! Still uses grease, but likes hairspray too. Sends some to Two-Bit who thinks it’s drugs

-In this AU I’m gonna make Evie a girl from San Diego who he meets at school. She becomes his only real friend lol. And for the first time in their friendship, Soda’s the one jealous of one of Steve’s friends

-Steve and Evie eventually get together, and Iceman makes fun of Mav for being less successful with the ladies than his hood-ish little brother from the middle of nowhere

-Evie shows Steve the very 80s shopping mall, and he’s blown away. Has never seen so much stuff all together in one place lol

-She also introduces him to video games, which she is very good at, but he sucks at them so he’s not so fond of them. He’ll still go to the arcade with her though, he’ll grin and bear it if she’s happy.

-Steve refuses at first to call Mav “Mav”, and only refers to him as “Mitchell”

-At least until Maverick offers Steve a chance to pick his own callsign. Then Steve’s onboard

-Steve keeps trying to convince Mav to let him at least work on the planes- if he can’t fly them can he at least follow the engineers around?? (he can’t)

-Everyone at school assumes Steve is just another Navy brat, which bugs him for some reason

-Goose and Ice and the other pilots like to joke around with both Steve and Mav in very similar ways, and then compare their reactions

-Goose and Carole become Steve’s self appointed uncle and aunt. They’re both a bit like Soda, so Steve gets along with them better than he gets along with most other adults

-Like Mav though, Steve initially dislikes Ice. He pretends to like him to piss off Mav, but he secretly finds Ice really obnoxious and Soc-y. He’s never close enough to Ice to discover the guy has layers, so he just continues to not vibe with him, yk?

-The room Mav gives Steve originally is completely unfurnished, with just a desk, and a bed with an air mattress on it. Neither Steve or Mav have any real problem with this until Evie, Goose, and Carole find out and are horrified on Steve’s behalf lol

-Soda comes out to visit whenever he can, and much to his irritation, he likes Evie. He wants to hate her for stealing Steve, but he really really likes her. They both will go to the arcade and play for hours. Steve hates this with a passion.

-Steve keeps bugging Mav to teach him how to surf, and Mav keeps coming up with excuses why not to- secretly, Mav does not actually know how to surf

-Eventually Evie teaches both of them lol, and then Soda too

-Steviepop happens at some point, and Mav finds out b/c he walks in on Soda- Steve’s best friend- and Evie, Steve’s girlfriend, kissing. He low-key freaks out and goes to Goose for advice

-And finally Mav brings it up to Steve, only for Steve to get really embarrassed before admitting that he’s dating a girl and a guy who are also dating each other and he knows it’s weird but it’s just how things are-

-Mav just sorta shakes his head and is like…okay, whatever, kids are weird. (In a goosemavcarole au, this makes him realize he’s a little in love with both Goose and Carole which sends him into a slight crisis) (but i only ship that sometimes so idk)

-Steve tries to convince Mav to let him use the motorcycle alone sometime

-Mav says no, less out of fear for Steve’s safety and more out of fear for his motorcycle’s safety tbh

[p0rk-guts]

YAAAAALL IT'S ANGEL DUST!!!!! bro I'm so exited to tell u about him hehehehe he might be my fav redesign of the bunch idk

Comparison & rant!⬇️ + A bug/spider cw. I put reference images in there!

Ok guys can I be honest with you. I think. Pilot and pre-pilot Angel were peak 😔 I'M SORRY I'M BREAKING MY SILENCE

Like whaaat... WHAAAT.... I'm sorry he served here he had the BEST design idc idc you can't change my mind. These were NOT bad designs. I've got a slight preference to his oldest design but even then the pilot design was great to me.

THIS however...

OooOOOH MY GODDDDD THEY NEUTERED HIM!!?! NO tits, three measly ugly stripes on an uglier coat, LONG GLOVES THAT ARE MISMATCHED??? ONE OF THEM HAS THESE WEIRD... WHITE FLAPS?? WHO— WHAT. WHY. AND THEY GO OVER HIS LONG SLEEVES 😭😭😭

I'm sorry but Angel will always be the most egregious case of character assassination in this show, design and character wise. He sucks now and I used to love him.

Okay enough crying let's get serious.

So yeah show Angel sucks. Removing his chunky gloves removed a lot of the fun shape in his silhouette so now he's just a gangly twink. Very little visual interest. Also hate hate hate how his new mismatched gloves are pulled over his long sleeve coat. So dumb. Hate it.

Also explain to me how he's gradually gotten less tits but has simultaneously become more femboy-ified..... So many people immediately mistake him for a girl.......

They also mistake him for. Literally anything but a spider. Once again Viv can't code or theme characters for shit. I also don't like how his face changed... I can't describe it but It's so much less appealing and charming. Something in the eyes and his little cheek bump. Idk. Really hate show Angel props to the animators for making him watchable with his bold animation ts was real nice

Okay onto my Angel! He's now a goldenrod crab spider now! Thank you @/cryptablog for this idea!! (Not tagging them bc they hate the hellaverse with a burning passion lol 💀) They can be white with pinkish markings like our og Angel but most of them are tinted yellow or completely yellow!

I decided to make him most similar to that mid ground mix of yellow and white with pink-er markings. 1 because I kept lust pink and I feel like that'd be a prominent sin of his (+ purple is in here a lot bc I feel like he'd also be pride aligned! Purple is now the pride color :3) and 2 because the yellow tone in his fur is kinda meant to connect him to Husk in a way... Cuz that's kinda his main color... Idk maybe I'm onto nothing with that one BUT his primary color is purple and Husk's primary color is yellow(ish)! Complimentary boyfriend's!!! Are you seeing my vision!!!!! (Also on a lesser note his colors look more similar to my fav version of Angel aka his design from the pre-pilot ref sheet I showed)

Another idea you can thank Cryptamen for is him being partially translucent in places just like real goldenrods!!!! The idea behind that was because he was in the mafia in life and he had to be really stealthy at times so now in certain environments he's harder to see... Maybe he can even turn fully invisible for a bit... There's also possible character reasons to consider tying in there as well... Ough very cool idea 10/10

Gave him 4 legs and 4 arms + the big abdomen to really make him scream spider bc yes spider boys can be hot and no Viv was not willing to CAPITALIZE on that 😒 Also lengthened his fangs... Also moved his eyes to his forehead to make them more prominent and hopefullyyyy seem more like eyes. Idk. And now he's got pointy little pedipalps as well!!!

Gave him his boobs back bc he deserves them and just generally gave his body more shape (though the second set of legs definitely helps lol). Slightly de-twinked... But not by much...

Once again looked up some common hairstyles at the time and people loooved their hairspray and curls, or swoops, or waves— they were gettin funky with it. Hard to emulate that on his nonhuman skull so I took some artistic liberties applying ideas from common styles onto him.

Didn't do much research at awl for his clothes... I mean... He's not wearing much to begin with... I kept the long gloves bc I thought they had potential to look cute and I have him rolled cuffs on short sleeves. Wanted to keep the style simple but otherwise I would've drawn button clasps keeping them in place. No notes on the thigh high heels so I kept them. Everything else is just kindaaaa whateverrrr EXCEPT THE NECKLACE. Though it was hella funny and fitting

And that's awl folks.... Do u like him do u fuck with him.... Let me knowwww....... Okay byeeee ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[googleitlol]

If Dove's store went into the Lmk universe/storyline, how whould dove react to Mk? And Wukong being put into another circlet??

I'm sorry for how off the rails this ask is going to get, I'm including a lot of other stuff besides your questions cuz I've already thought about this a lot.

@marcu-bug and I have brought it up to each other before, and in LMK… Dove is reincarnated. Will I explain why?

…Not yet :D

For this, Dove is sort of like a maternal figure to MK (He's got so many dads, why not add a mom friend?). I have a oneshot planned where I'll go more into her character, but I imagine in the lmk universe, she’d be a paramedic that usually stops by Pigsy’s for lunch. Dinner too if she’s had a long day. Which is most days.

She definitely gets a lot of those ‘worried-parent’ feelings around MK and Mei, with how often they go jumping at the chance to do dumb shit. She’s seen a lot of things, but dear lord do those to take the cake for number of calls she’s had to respond to. Actually, that’s probably how she first discovered the noodle shop, responding to a call Pigsy made when Mei took MK for a ride on her motorcycle and they crashed. I imagine like an old bartender, Pigsy would listen to her rants about her shift with Tang enjoying a bowl next to her. Being a paramedic is tough, having her gift is helpful but sometimes Dove is running into hostile situations on the job. Sometimes she sees something that shakes her, but Pigsy and Tang are there to listen at the end of the day. It also helped her to unwind by hearing Tang tell MK all about the Journey to the West and the Monkey King. It'd be a lie to say she wasn't a little intrigued by his stories, just a bit.

She joins the monkie gang when the pilot begins and helps out when she can, and funnily enough, Red Son gets pretty uncomfortable around her. Not that she gets to join her friends too often, and for a very specific reason. Sun Wukong. At first, Dove thinks he's a generally cold guy, he's always on his mountain, doesn't socialize much, and he's pretty standoff-ish around her. But after seeing how he is with MK, she quickly realizes that isn't the case.

Okay, he's just an ass, then. A confusing one, at that.

It seems like Monkey King will do whatever it takes to avoid her, but at the same time, he pushes himself into her life in the most frustrating ways imaginable. Nearly anytime she's invited to do anything fun with her friends or go on any sort of adventure, she gets a call from her building manager that something is leaking in her apartment, or a strange call from her boss asking if she can do another shift last-minute, only for them to be none the wiser about ever asking her to do that. Dove didn't realize who was behind these strange happenings, but when she figured it out, boy was she pissed.

It's not uncommon to see Dove and Wukong arguing, much to MK's dismay. She just doesn't get why he's decided to hate her, he doesn't even know her! One time, he asked her to help a monkey of Flower Fruit Mountain that needed medical help, but when she got there, he left her stranded on the mountain while he went on vacation! Dove couldn't see the mainland for days until MK and Tang visited the mountain for a separate reason about some giant dumpling. It doesn't get much better when the team has to go looking for the Samadhi rings. If anything, it gets worse. Monkey King is so aggravated to even have Dove with them, she'd half-expect that he wanted her left to be frozen in the city with Lady Bone Demon! He doesn't want her anywhere near the ritual where they form the fire. The unfriendly behaviour doesn't stop until, well, Amnesia Rules…

When Monkey King loses his memory and gives her this look of shock, the last thing she expects is for him to scoop her into his arms with the tightest hug she's ever experienced. A flip switched in his attitude towards her, and it's made all the more confusing after he explains that Pigsy is Zhu Bajie and Tang is Tang Sanzang

"Who do you think I am, then?"

"You're my one and only, Love-Dove!"

She's not sure what's worse, that god-awful nickname or the fact that he thinks he's in love with her! Although, as the day goes by… she can't say she's unopposed to seeing this much friendlier side of him. Even if she only got to see it for a little while.

It likely wouldn't be until Wukong is about to face LBD that he finally admits to her why he was so upset about her being there, how she was the reincarnation of his one and only love. A love he lost, in a way that he could only blame himself. He couldn't bear the thought of putting her near harm's way again, not when their mission revolved around a power that was responsible for her past life's death (I might go into it in another ask/post, this is getting long)

After learning all of what they'd gone through in her past life, Dove is… apprehensive, to say the least. Some of his actions from the past, they make sense to her now, but it doesn't make her forgive him completely. Still, she remembers how Sun Wukong was when he had lost his memory… she would like to see that side of him more.

It takes them time to get past their rocky start (these two can never just start off liking each other smh), but in time, Dove starts to see more of that side she'd seen during Amnesia Rules. And she starts to fall for him all over again. He tells her about her past life, their time together on the journey, all of it. He admits how he robbed her of immortality… and how she tricked him into wearing the circlet. Their ups and their downs, he tells her everything. By the time season 5 rolls around, they're happy together. He's even offered her an immortal peach from the tree he's grown on FFM, so that he can finally make up for the mistake he made all those years ago.

Then… Li Jing puts the circlet on Wukong, again.

The moment Dove finds out, she's furious. How could they hurt him like that again?! Wukong tries to put her mind at ease, but it takes a lot to calm her down. "It's fine, Dove… I was honestly pretty disappointed. He put it on and just left, at least you were creative about it back in the day." That night, in the back of Sandy's van, Dove is littering his head in kisses, she can hardly imagine how painful it must feel. You best believe the moment they see Li Jing chasing them, she's aiming whatever she can find straight for his head. If he thinks he can induce some magic migraine on her man like that, she'll find a way to pay back the favour, tenfold. Nobody touches her Sun Wukong but her.

[b3ach-bunn7]

LEATHER COATS AND PIZZA PART 2

You and Touya’s unspoken feelings come to head on the hood of his car

No quirks AU, a bit nsfw but nothing too bad

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You don’t care how much you miss Hawks. Nothing is worth being at this party.

Too many people all crowded in the hallways and the living room. The stench of alcohol, the stupid music that you can feel thumping in your chest. The only blessing is Hawks is loaded beyond belief, evident by the fact his hallway was probably the size of your living room. This means there is ample room for you to hide away from all the noise and chaos.

You’re nursing a cup of coke mixed with what you think is probably vodka. You weren’t paying much attention when Toga had poured it for you. You’re sitting on the stairs just close enough to the front door that when your social battery is drained you have a quick getaway. You're sure Toga is bugging some guy on the dancefloor with Twice at her side, and Shigaraki doesn’t even show up to these things. He’s probably at home watching TV, and you can’t help but feel jealous. You think Spinner’s in the kitchen, and Dabi. You haven't seen him all night.

Or Touya, you should say. It’s been about a week since that day, since he asked you to call him Touya. Which you have been. Nobody’s commented on it and you’ve chosen to ignore the smug looks Toga is so insistent on sending you every time you use it. She’d asked about the kiss, too. According to her, it had looked just as passionate and intense as it had felt. You told her it was just a game and she told you that she wasn’t stupid.

The leather of Touya’s coat warms you even though you're sure you don’t need it. You still can’t help but wear it wherever you go. You keep telling him that you’ll give it back and he keeps giving you a hard time about it. But he doesn’t actually mind, you think. Because he’s had ample opportunity to take it back. Two days ago when it had been hung up on the back of your chair at lunch, or when you’d left it in Spinner’s car.

You think he likes it, honestly. You know you do. You’d caught the eye of some girl you knew he used to hook up with last lunch period. You saw the way her eyes had darted to you, to the coat, and then to where Touya had been sitting next to you. You had to admit you liked the jealousy on her face a little.

You wonder where he is now. You decide to just scroll on your phone for a bit. Maybe your Twitter feed is more entertaining than this. If not, an Uber was calling your name.

“Someone’s not having fun.” You follow the voice and look up, quickly enveloping Hawks in a hug.

You could definitely have a crush on Hawks. You think everyone does, just a little. His hair was always so perfectly windswept and dirty blonde, tan skin shining even in the winter months. He was training to be a pilot and so you’re sure the promise of future plane rides is enticing to anyone. He’s charming, charismatic. You’re yet to meet someone who doesn’t like him.

And yet, even with his arms wrapped around your waist, feeling the hard line of his lean muscle under his shirt, you just can’t seem to break that barrier.

“No offence, Hawks, but parties aren’t my thing. Especially ones as loud as yours.” You smile bashfully, and he laughs.

“Don’t worry about it, birdie. I take no offence.” He nudges you and you shuffle so the two of you are sat side by side on the stairs.

“So. Why the long face?” He asks.

“Not sure. Not feeling up to it today.”

“Are you sure it’s not because we’re missing a certain emo at my little party?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, looking away. “Shush, you. And I wouldn’t call this little.” You huff as you watch another few people walk into the house with a case of beer.

“I’m only teasing, but. I’m not entirely wrong though.”

“Well…” You trail off, unable to even lie to him.

“Yeah. I’m never wrong. It’s one of the greater curses of life.” He hangs his head and you snort.

“No, I don’t. I don’t know. We’re just friends.”

Hawks lifts his head up. He shuffles further back on the stair. “Didn’t you guys kiss?”

You feel your face heat immediately. “How do you know that?”

“Toga told me.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “That girl. Look, we were playing truth or dare. It didn’t mean anything.”

Hawks frowns. “I disagree.”

“Were you there? No. I’m telling you, it was. It was fine.”

Hawks studies you for a moment. He suddenly says,“If i asked you out on a date would you say yes?”

You choke on the sip of coke you take. “What?” You splutter.

Hawks taps your back. “It’s okay, birdie i'm not actually asking you out. If i were, would you say yes?

You think for a moment. “I. No, I don’t think I would.”

He hums. “Why not? I’m good looking, I’m smart.”

“Modest, too.”

“I’m being serious. We get along well. You like me and I like you. It would be fun. What reason do you have to say no, other than the fact that you like someone else?”

You’re speechless. Hawks grabs your cup and downs the rest of it. You tut, but don’t make much of an effort to take it back.

“Now, if say, Dabi asked you out, would you say yes?”

“God. I think I would.” You rest your face in your hands.

Hawks rubs your shoulder sympathetically. “It’s not all bad. He’ll ask you out one day.”

“I doubt that”

“He will. Maybe he’ll even be all romantic with it.”

You giggle as Hawks pulls his hair over his face, drops his grin to brood at you. He grabs your face and you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh, Y/N, please do my cold dark heart the honour and go out with me.” He deepens his voice to the low gravelly tone Touya speaks in and you shove him away.

“Fuck off, weirdo.” You grin. But it doesn’t last long before you knock your head on his shoulder, your face falling.

“Doesn’t matter. He’s more emotionally stunted than I am. I doubt he’d admit it to himself, let alone to me. It’s hopeless.”

“Well, you- Oh hey, Touya!”

You shoot up from your seat on the steps. Touya is standing by the front door, looking very good in a black top and joggers. It seems Hawks forcing you to admit that you might like him has upped Touya’s attractiveness level, and you very purposefully look at anything but him.

“You two look close. Having fun without me?” He drawls.

You stammer, “I- We weren’t, I wasn’t-“

“It’s okay, baby, I’m not jealous.” He grins.

There he goes again with the ‘baby’. That nickname had seemed to be in his vocabulary much more the last couple days.

Him and Hawks do some weird boyish handshake and you watch from the foot of the stairs, arms wrapped around your waist. You ignore Hawks as he makes a kissy face behind Touya’s shoulder.

“So what are you two up to?” Touya asks.

“Nothing much. Y/N was just about to leave.”

“I was?”

“She was. She thinks my party’s not good enough.” Hawks pouts.

“I- Hawks.” You frown. “I didn’t-“

“It’s okay, I know they’re not your thing. And I know Dabi hates them too, so why don’t you guys go do something you’ll enjoy more?” He grins innocently.

You know what he’s doing. You know exactly what he’s doing and it’s so painfully obvious that you’re sure the weird way Touya is eyeing you means it’s obvious to him too. You curse under your breath and wish that you had something in your hand you could throw at Hawks.

“Cool. We can go get food if you want.” Touya says, eyes moving from the jacket around your shoulders to your eyes.

“Uh, yeah. I could eat.” You nod.

“Perfect! You two go have fun, I’ll stay here and make sure nobody breaks any more of my mums china.”

Hawks hugs you, ignoring the threats you whisper in his ear, and disappears into his house. Touya turns to you and the two of you walk out.

He showed up in his car so you quickly climb in the passenger seat. Touya told you once the only positive to having the father he did was he had money, and his love language was throwing it at him and his siblings. The seats of his Audi are warm and you fall back into the soft leather.

“So what are you feeling?”

You hum, thinking. “Something greasy and cheap that’s probably going to give us food poisoning.”

Touya grins. He’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other hanging out the open window. It’s only eight in the evening, so the sky is just light enough you can make out everyone walking around outside. You can also make out how good Touya looks.

“Alright, Wallies it is.”

Wallies was the local chicken shop every person under the age of twenty inhabited. It was cheap, fast, and the easiest food for you guys to stop by. Touya parks quickly, bringing one hand up to rest on the back of your seat as he reversed into a parking spot. You look out the window for something to do that isn’t ogling him.

You wait while he orders food, cheering when he comes out of the shop with a bag of burgers and fries. He’s dumps them in your lap through the open window and you reach in and grab a fry. Once he’s sat back down, Touya holds out his hand and you drop one in his hand.

Once Touya starts driving, the wind from the open window tussles your hair, blows over your face. You shiver slightly, pulling the coat closer against your body.

“My coat not warm enough for you?” Touya says.

You huff a laugh. “Nah, it’s awful. Might throw it out.”

“I’d hope not. It’s looking like I’ll never get it back.”

“Oh shit, sorry.” You wince. “I’ll give it back to you tonight.”

“No!” He says suddenly.

You look at him, confused at his sudden reaction. He averts his gaze. The tips of his ears turn red, and you think this is Touya nervous.

“No, it’s fine you can- You can keep wearing it. Looks good on you.” He clears his throat.

You smile softly. “Thanks, Touya.”

He has the look on his face again, the soft one you find yourself doing anything you can to make it appear. He doesn’t reply, just nods his head once.

Touya ends up driving you two the field you seem to be frequenting a lot recently. He parks just on the top of a hill, the hood of the car facing the setting sun and expanse of grass. You both prop yourselves up on the hood, spreading the food out in front of you.

No

It’s a messy, impromptu picnic that you decide might be the best meal you’ve ever had. Conversation with Touya comes easy. It always has from the very first moment the two of you met. Part of you wonders why nothing happened between the two of you before. Why your first kiss had been at the hand of truth or dare, of all things.

You wonder if Touya still thinks about it. You know you do. His hand in your face, the feel of his shirt curled around your fingers. You wish it had gone on for just a second longer, that you could’ve tasted him for a breath more.

“You alright there?” Touya asks suddenly.

You look up at him. He’s tilting his head slightly, a chip hanging out his mouth.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About me?” He flutters his lashes at you.

You snort. “Why, of course. What else?”

You hope he doesn’t realise nothing about what you just said was sarcastic.

“That’s alright. I’m doing the same.”

Your eyes widen. He cleans up the remaining wrappers and crumbs away from you two. He gets up and chucks the rubbish away. He grabs his packet of cigarettes from his back pocket. You wrinkle your nose at the sight but say nothing. It’s an useless argument you’re not bothered to have right now.

“You are?”

Touya nods. Leans against the car right next to you. You move to the front of the hood so that you’re closer to him. The smell of fast food still lingers in the air.

“Have been since last week.”

You swallow shakily. “Last week?”

“Mhm. When we kissed.”

He says it so easily. Like it means nothing. You laugh nervously. He puts out the cigarette, tossing it on the floor and trodding on it with his shoe. He turns so that he’s facing you. Even on the hood of the car, you're shorter than him, and he looks down at you, placing his hands either side of you.

“You. You think about it?”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Every time I see you. Or every time I think about where my jacket’s gone.” His fingers fiddle with the zipper, right where it’s closed against your throat.

“When else?” You whisper.

“Every time I see Toga. She keeps bringing it up, you know. Hawks, too. He thinks I should ask you out.”

You feel your face heat. He’s close enough that you think he might be able to feel it. Blue eyes trail up your body, up your chest and over your lips and back to your eyes.

“It’s why he was acting so weird. At the party.”

“What do you think about that? Asking me out?”

Touya smiles slightly. A hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand stays there, resting against the side of your cheek.

“I was going to. I am going to, if those two stay out of it.”

God. You think he’s trying to kill you. He just stays there for a moment. You swallow roughly, impatience spiking in you.

“Touya?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to kiss me or shall I do it?”

He grins, eyes shining with something much more heated then the soft way he usually looks at you.

“No dare this time?”

“No. No, just-“

You can’t really finish that thought because Touya uses the hand resting against your face to pull you impossibly closer, pressing his lips against yours. Your arms immediately snake around his neck, a noise erupting in your throat. Your lips move against each other fiercely, his tongue licking into your mouth. After a while he breaks apart, the both of you gasping for air, and he groans.

“So beautiful. Did you know that? Gorgeous, baby.”

He clumsily unzips your jacket, hands immediately descending on your body. His hands trail up your waist, over your chest. You sigh, leaning your head back, and he takes the opportunity to kiss down your face, down your neck. He sucks a dark spot right by your collarbones and you moan, hand running through his dark hair.

“Touya, don’t- My parents will see.” You say, breathless.

“Don’t care. Need everyone to know your mine.”

He continues kissing down your body, down your collar bones, the valley of your breasts and right over the hem of your dress. His fingers slip beneath your dress, but you stop him. Despite the fact it takes very single ounce of self control to do so, you are in public. You tell him as much and he frowns, placing another lasting kiss on your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he breaks apart. He frowns, hands refusing to leave your body.

“You’re killing me, Y/N. I’ve waited forever for this.”

“Forever? Why didn’t you ask me out before, then?” You giggle. You trace your fingers across his face, following the lines of his smile.

He pauses for a moment, pondering. He kisses your lips, your jaw. “I had to be sure you liked me.”

“And how did you become sure?”

He leans back. Touya looks at you again so full of feeling you feel like you might burst.

“That kiss at Shiggy’s. It sounds fucking stupid, but. I don’t know. There’s no way you can kiss someone like that without having any feelings for them.”

So it wasn't just you who felt it. He did too.

“Alright. I guess that’s a good excuse.”

He rolls his eyes and you laugh. “So now what?”

Touya thinks for a moment. He lets his hands fall to your waist, dragging you closer, until you're practically sitting between his legs. He leans forward, his mouth right against your ear.

“How about I go show you what I would’ve done to you here if you hadn’t stopped me?”

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the highly anticipated part two 😱 I think I might try write some established relationship stuff, because I always write how they get together but never after? We will see. Hope you enjoyed!

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

[comedicjustice]

It’s Kinger’s Fault.

…

Twenty five. Twenty five percent of all marriages end in a divorce due to domestic abuse.

Thirty four of people in domestic abuse relationships end up dying because of it.

Now, don’t take this as me saying Kinger is physically abusive. All of the episodes thus far show that he isn’t a very physical person. Besides that one part when he had a gun- but that’s unimportant right now. Kinger never laid a hand on Queenie unless it was to embrace her in her final moments. He was a good man… but I have reason to believe he was a horrible husband.

‼️SPOILERS FOR TADC EPISODE THREE‼️

‼️YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED‼️

Episode three gave us a lot in terms of character growth for both Zooble and Kinger. While I love a good B plot that’s bound to play in edits with Will Wood songs, I want to focus on the star of this episode.. Kinger.

Kinger is a sweet guy. A little confused due to him slowly loosing his memory, but he plays an important role. He’s a good guy and always has the best intentions for others. Often comforting them when they’re feeling down. As seen with Ragatha in episode two! When Kinger had the bucket over his head and was able to revert back to himself, he found the words needed to comfort Ragatha. Then it’s shown he does the same again in episode three, where he holds and reassures Pomni. Opening up his own troubles to her.

What a sweet guy!! Telling her all this things like-

“You’re very strong, Pomni.”

“Things will be okay.”

“The worst thing you can do is make someone feel like they’re not loved or wanted-”

I’m sorry.. WHAT?! That usually isn’t something you say to someone while retelling your own story and comforting the one they’re currently living. Not unless it’s something you have direct experience with. Let’s go over the facts.

As explained by Ragatha in the pilot: “when you reach your breaking point, something really terrible can happen.” That terrible thing being abstraction.

Kinger and Queenie fell in love and married in the circus.

Kinger can’t remember the string of events leading up to Queenie’s abstraction.

Now how do any of these points tie into one another? I am so happy you didn’t ask! Most may be wondering how exactly Kinger and Queenie fell in love and “married” in the circus. Well, we know that those in the circus remember next to nothing about their personal lives including their names (Besides slight references to things outside their world every once in a while for a good laugh). So it’s unlikely that they entered the circus together as a couple, but rather fell in love and used each other as a rock to combat the insanity. Queenie went into the circus remembering her love for bugs like how Gange remembered her love for body pillows. Both Kinger and Ragatha remember their disliking/fear of bugs. Despite this, Queenie was able to help Kinger overcome his distaste.

Plus, it just made sense for them to get together. They were both apart of the same set.

Now as for Kinger not remembering the events that lead to her abstraction? That part is especially important. Now it’s common for those who harm others to claim they don’t remember anything. I don’t think that’s the case with Kinger. I believe it was more of a disassociation, which is also incredibly common in these kinds of situations. People tend to disassociate as a coping mechanism to the own harm they’re causing. Their brain is unable to handle the stress they’re releasing which leads them to completely placing the memory somewhere out of reach. Thus allowing the person to continue living their daily life.

Symptoms of disassociation actually overlap with amnesia. In which case a person is left with gaps in their memory and cannot recall certain events unless coping mechanisms or creative therapies take place. Kind of like how Kinger surrounds himself in darkness. Don’t you think?

Of course, this all only leads up to my biggest fact.. which is what Ragatha said to Pomni: “when you reach your breaking point, something really terrible can happen.”

And what Kinger said to Pomni: “The worst thing you can do is make someone feel like they’re not loved or wanted.”

As I said before, it is highly likely- might even be a fact that Kinger and Queenie fell in love and married in the circus. Used each other as a rock. From how Kinger described Queenie, she was quite the woman to experience love with. Kinger, however, was her everything. (I’m sure she was everything to Kinger as well, but you don’t realize that sort of thing until it’s too late).

When your everything makes you feel so unwanted.. so unloved.. you begin to spiral. Your purpose of making sure they’re safe and happy has ultimately failed and you become nothing. Kinger obviously did or said something that made someone as brilliant as Queenie feel worthless. Something that made her spiral and become abstracted. We will never know what exactly was done because he can’t remember.

We know he’s trying to make up for it though. His current relationship with the other members proves he’s trying to do better and make them feel wanted. Give them the warmth he couldn’t provide to his own wife. But you cannot undo your mistakes like a messed up code- which he has a collage degree in! Kinger is becoming a better person and is slowly on a path of redemption. Improving himself from a version of him we never got to see and very likely never will.

Kinger and Queenie were doomed from the start. They may have been apart of the same set, but being on opposing teams meant that one had to take the other.

And someone lost their queen…

BUT HEY!! This is basically all speculation and technically a theory. Or the ramblings of a crazy person who once got their hand stuck in the door handle of a fridge. You can decide whether to cry or roll your eyes and scroll. Hope you all had fun reading- BYEEEEEEEE!!!

[quodekash]

call me johann sebastian cos im bach

PHEEMPHUM ARE SO BABYGIRL I LOVE THEM

HE STIM

GEIRDJG

hes so adorable omg

hes this 🤏 big

FUCK YEAH MY FAVOURITE DUO

HES MY BOY MY LITTLE GUY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Im gonna cry I love him so fuking much man

LOOK AT HIM

you dirty fuckin liar

shes truly such a mood this ep, her facial expressions are PEAK

peem is so real for immediately deciding to go to sleep as soon as the semester is over

felt that fr

BBG UR SO OBSESSED WITH HIM, YOU PULLED YOUR PHONE OUT SO FAST

I LOV EHIM SO MUCH HES SO PRETTY HES LIKE A LITTLE BUG

GOEJRBNGDS

BABYGIRL YOURE OBSESSED WITH HIM

my friends to lovers bastards are the greatest

buT NOT AS GREAT AS QTOEY

look at his face

I just love him so fuckin much man

yes. yes I do think that

GONNA FUCKIN SHIT MYSELF

WHAT TH EFUCKKKKK SIR THAT’S BARELY HIS CHEEK

hes kicking and screaming his feet

fuck yes I love me a sleepover

FUCK YEAH WE'RE FINALLY GETTING THE SOUNDWIN MISSING SCENE WE NEVER GOT (where, episode 8 when tinngun leave for fresh air, win rolls over and ends up right next to sound)

HE PULLED HIS FUCKIN BLANKET UP FOR HIM IM GONNA CRY

HE SMILINGGGGGG

bRO

they art shooketh

AND HE JUST APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE

same

this whole scene is just pure chaos, I love it sm

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

THEY KNEW EACH OTHER WITHOUT KNOWING EACH OTHER???

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I WAS ALREADY SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THEM

WHYD THEY GIVE THEM THE CUTEST FUCKING BACKSTORY

MILK FRAPPE BOY AND PENCIL PHI 😭😭

👀

do you have something youd like to share with the class, peem?

"sleep like a TOP"?? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN

aight bet, do it again

ayo he actually listened to me, wasnt expecting that

THE FUCKIN DEATH GLARE IS SO FUNNY

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WE GOT THERE QUICKER THAN I EXPECTED

THE SCENE FROM THE PILOT???? WHAT THE FUCK

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

welp. good ep 👍

cant fuckin wait for next week holy fucking shit, we're getting what looks like a qtoey centred ep (and maybe probably a kiss???? holy fucking shit????)

btw next week if that scene goes the way it went in the pilot trailer, you bet your ass another patpran rooftop kiss edit is coming

[randomguy0ntumbir]

(spoilers) Nagisa Shiota is truly the character of all time. He is an average student. He is best friends with the school bully. He is the best assassin anyone's ever seen. He is the weakest student in his class. He is best friends with the school prodigy. He is transgender against his will. He is an anti-drug counselor. He is a kindergarten tutor. He is best friends with a movie star. He is a waiter. He eats explosive pudding. He treats his dad like his little brother. He breaks necks for fun. He went to space. He is 4'10. He seduced a guy into buying ramen. He got french kissed by his hot female teacher. He is a kamikaze bomber. He went underage clubbing against his will. He is best friends with an (alien?). He shocked a man with a cattle prod. He used martial arts against a martial arts specialist. He throws knives at his enemies and misses. (on purpose.) He looks unstylish in most things except dresses. He wears a vest and tie. He takes no shit from anyone except his mom. He takes notes on everything. He is incredibly charming. All his classmates make fun of him. He is best friends with the school's star athlete. He does all the sports. He is thin as a bone. He french kissed a classmate while she was (very literally.) on fire, which helped a lot. He is a good kisser. He is extremely aromantic. He wants to be a schoolteacher. He is the calmest person ever. He is the angriest person ever. He has no sense of self-awareness. He is weak to applause. He is best friends with the school prince. His nemesis is an army drill instructor. He likes to swim. He pilots jetpacks. He climbs cliffaces. He reads safety manuals out loud as a means of intimidation. He flew to Hawaii just to see a movie. He is the star pupil of the class. He is the errand boy of the class. He is part of every social group in the class. He is a government secret. He sneaks into government facilities. He likes to swim. He goes on daily mountain hikes. He is banned from running along rooftops like in action movies (but does so anyways.) He plays videogames. He is a military strategist. He likes catching bugs. He looks like a flower. He has the vibes of a snake. He has the cutest smile. His eyes shine like stars. He stopped the apocalypse. He has blue hair.

WATCH ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

[vinnieswife]

teaching you how to drive

Pete dunham x reader

words: 1,2k

author’s note: pete being the king of sass.

It’s a bright Sunday morning, and you’re sitting in the driver’s seat of Pete’s car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles have gone white. Pete’s in the passenger seat, looking way too relaxed for someone who just handed you control of a moving vehicle.

“Alright, love,” he says, arms crossed like a teacher about to impart some great wisdom. “First rule of driving: don’t crash.”

You glare at him. “Wow, groundbreaking advice, Pete. Maybe I should write that down.”

He grins, unfazed. “Hey, I’m just trying to keep it simple for you. No need to overthink it.”

“I’m overthinking everything,” you mutter, glancing nervously at the dashboard. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Pete leans back, casually resting one arm along the window. “Of course it’s a good idea. “You’re not piloting a rocket, yeah? Just a car.”

You glance at him, narrowing your eyes. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Confident. You’ve been driving for years.”

Pete grins, that playful smirk you know all too well. “True, but everyone starts somewhere. And lucky for you, you’ve got me as your teacher.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile creeping onto your lips. “Yeah, lucky me.”

“Exactly,” he says, sitting up a bit straighter. “You’re in safe hands.”

“You’re not even driving,” you snap.

“Exactly,” he says, smirking. “You’ve got the wheel. It’s your time to shine, darling.”

You roll your eyes but take a deep breath. “Okay, what do I do first?”

“Start the car,” Pete says. “Key’s already in. Just turn it—gently. Don’t act like you’re trying to start a chainsaw.”

You shoot him a look but follow his instructions. The engine roars to life, and you jump slightly, earning a low chuckle from Pete.

“Relax, love,” he says, patting your leg. “The car’s not gonna run away on its own. Now, foot on the brake.”

You plant your foot down hard, and the car jerks slightly. Pete winces. “Alright, less stomping. It’s a brake, not a bug you’re trying to squish.”

“Maybe this was a mistake,” you say, groaning.

Pete reaches over and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. “Stop that. You’re gonna be great. And if you’re not, well, my insurance is paid up.”

“Pete!”

“Kidding,” he says quickly, though you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. “Now shift into drive, keep your foot on the brake, and let’s roll out—nice and slow.”

The car inches forward, and you immediately tense up. Pete, on the other hand, looks like he’s about to suggest a Sunday drive through the Alps.

“See? Easy,” he says. “You’ve got this.”

You glance at him nervously. “What if I don’t?”

“Then we’ll roll into a bush,” he says, shrugging. “No big deal.”

“Pete, you’re supposed to be reassuring me!”

“I am! Bushes are soft,” he quips, grinning. “Okay, now take us to the end of the block. Don’t forget to signal. I don’t want to get honked at by Mrs. Jenkins again. She’s mental.”

You laugh despite yourself and manage to get the car moving down the street. Pete keeps up a running commentary the whole time.

“Alright, steady hands. No need to choke the wheel.”

“Good, good. You didn’t hit that mailbox. I’m proud.”

“Careful—speed bumps are not jumps, love. This isn’t a BMX track.”

By the time you’ve circled the block twice, you’re feeling a little more confident. That is, until Pete decides to test your reflexes.

“Alright, emergency stop,” he says suddenly.

“What?!”

“Emergency stop!” he repeats, pointing dramatically at nothing in particular.

You slam on the brakes, sending both of you jolting forward. Pete clutches the dashboard, mock gasping like he’s narrowly avoided death.

“Blimey,” he says, grinning at you. “You stopped like your life depended on it. Bit harsh on the brakes, though. My poor neck.”

You narrow your eyes. “Was that necessary?”

“Very. I had to make sure you’re ready for anything,” he says, leaning back again. “Also, it was funny.”

Eventually, you make it back to the driveway, and Pete guides you through parking the car. It takes three tries, during which he provides a mix of actual advice and unnecessary commentary.

“Okay, straighten the wheel… No, not that much! Now you’re aiming for the neighbor’s fence. Back up a bit—easy! This isn’t a demolition derby!”

When you finally turn the engine off, you slump against the seat, exhausted but triumphant. Pete claps his hands together like a proud coach.

“Well done, love,” Pete says, clapping his hands like a proud coach. “You didn’t kill anyone, crash into anything, or spontaneously combust. That’s a win in my books.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile creeping onto your face. “Barely. I’m pretty sure I gave you whiplash with that emergency stop.”

He rubs the back of his neck dramatically. “Eh, I’ve survived worse. Remember that time Matt dared me to jump off the garage roof with a makeshift parachute? This is nothing.”

“Why does every story about you involve poor life choices?” you ask, shaking your head.

Pete grins, leaning toward you. “Because I didn’t have you around to keep me in check back then, did I?”

You groan, pretending to shove him away. “Don’t try to butter me up now. I still think teaching me to drive was a terrible idea.”

“Nonsense,” he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You did great. Next step, the motorway.”

“Absolutely not,” you say immediately, your heart rate spiking.

Pete laughs, getting out of the car and coming around to your side. He opens the door for you with a mock bow. “Fine, we’ll save that for next time. But I’m serious, you’re better than you think. You just need to trust yourself a bit more.”

You step out, shaking your head. “Trust myself? Pete, I nearly ran over a squirrel.”

He waves it off. “The squirrel’s fine. It probably tells all its squirrel mates about the near-death experience it had with you. You’re a legend in the rodent world now.”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, swatting at his arm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“True,” he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk toward the house. “But you love me for it.”

As you reach the door, Pete stops and turns to you, his expression softening. “Seriously, though. You did really well today. I’m proud of you, darlin’. And next time, we’ll make it even easier.”

“Next time?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “You’re already planning round two?”

“Absolutely,” he says with a wink. “But don’t worry—I’ll bring snacks. Driving’s easier when there’s crisps involved.”

Shaking your head, you follow him inside, secretly grateful for his patience, humor, and unwavering faith in you—even if it comes with an endless supply of sarcastic comments. For the first time, you think maybe this whole driving thing isn’t so bad after all.

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys Season 2: The Baddest Trip (chapter 2) - Piranha Comes Home To Bolivia

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Hello everyone. I know we were going through some tough times here in South California because of the fire, but we’ll rise up from the ashes and get back out there again.

So, anyway, this chapter will be Piranha-centric and will reveal much about this original. You will be surprised what I wrote about Piranha.

So, enjoy this chapter.

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Previously on The Bad Guys: The Baddest Trip...

Snake: Hey, Wolf, what are you doing?

Wolf: I was looking back on our photo album about the places we’ve been to.

Hornet: I don’t remember some of them.

Wolf: You weren’t part of the team yet, bug.

Wolf: What if we can take another trip around the world, just for a good ol’ fun trip?

Diane: Wolf, what the heck! I gave you more than one chance to change your ways! I even let you have a double life as both criminals and vigilantes, and yet you stole a jet! A private jet!

Tarantula: Maybe we should go to places that we haven’t gone to yet.

Hornet: Or a place we were never heard of.

Wolf: We’ll just plan as we go.

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Piranha Comes Home To Bolivia

The Bad Guys were taking a private jet plane as their way to go on a trip round the world. Question was: Where would they go now?

Wolf was in the cockpit, piloting the jet. If he could drive a car, why not a jet? He put the jet into autopilot before leaving the cockpit to meet with his friends in the cabin. “So, any particular place we should go first?”

“Ooh, Mexico!” Tarantula raised her hand.

“The Caribbeans,” Snake said.

“Hawaii!” Shark shouted excitedly.

“What about Spain?” Piranha indicated.

“Why would you like to go to Spain?” Hornet arched a brow, giggling.

“Eh, I heard there’s a romantic city in Spain called Barcelona, and I would like to take you there,” Piranha gently held Hornet's tiny hand.

“Aww.” Hornet blushed at Piranha’s gesture.

Snake rolled his eyes at this. “Don’t tell me you want to go to Spain just for a date.”

“Well, yeah… why would it be?” Piranha smirked sheepishly.

Looking at Piranha, Hornet’s brain suddenly clicked as he asked his boyfriend, “Hey, Piranha, honey, why don’t we go to the place where you used to live?”

“What?!” Piranha exclaimed surprisingly.

“Piranha! Yeah!” Shark said excitedly as the rest of the Bad Guys chattered in agreement.

“You used to tell us you lived in Bolivia. Why don't we go there?" Wolf proclaimed.

Piranha was nervous about the idea of visiting his home as he said, “Umm, come on, amigos, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not? It’ll be fun to learn where you came from,” Hornet said while leaning himself on his Piranha's face.

“Plus, we want to know you even better,” Shark added.

“Come on, guys, it’s not a big deal,” the little fish pleaded.

“Oh, it is a big deal, hermano,” Wolf smiled as he walked back to the cockpit and took the wheel. “Let’s go to Bolivia!”

“But… but—” Piranha tried to stop his friends from agreeing with the idea, but the rest of the Bad Guys were too excited for their first destination trip. With that, they wouldn’t listen to Piranha in any way.

They’re going to Bolivia.

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The jet plane landed in the Amazon rainforest to keep the destination of the landed jet hidden. The Bad Guys had to find Piranha’s home by foot if they wanted to lay low for their vacation trip. They had to bring a bag for each of them in case of an emergency and survival if they ever got lost in the forest. As they got off the plane, the other five Bad Guys wondered where they would go since they had never been to Piranha’s hometown before, and they landed in the middle of the forest to avoid getting caught.

“You know, you never told us where you lived, Piranha,” Snake pointed out.

“Aww, too bad. Guess we’re getting out of here. He thought he was in the clear as Piranha headed back to the plane.

Hornet hovered in front of him to stop his way and begged at him, “Come on, Piranha. Only you know where your home is. Could you at least lead us there? Piranha still felt hesitant, especially for his boyfriend, but Hornet let out his puppy eyes at him with a pleading, “Please!”

Those eyes again! Who would resist those eyes? Piranha groaned in defeat, “Fine, but it won’t be easy in the forest. Let’s just find a bus once we get to the street.”

Piranha decided to lead the way as the Bad Guys followed him. They trusted him since he knew his way around the place better than they did.

Eventually, they found the street and a bus stop. What a stroke of luck. All they had to do was wait for the bug, especially when Piranha was extending his thumb up by the street.

While waiting, Snake and Shark noticed a lot of wanted posters of himself and his friends.

So much for laying low.

Not wanting anyone else to know they were wanted, Snake and Shark quietly nodded at each other, agreeing to take all the posters off. They put them all in their backpacks so no one would see them, not even the rest of the gang. They didn’t want to add problems for their trip.

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Once the bus arrived, the Bad Guys hopped in, but the bus was a bit crowded with not just people but also their bags and crates of chickens. Everyone in the bus must have squeezed in so that the bus had enough space for all of them.

Traveling through the forest wasn’t easy for a crowded bus. The driver had to drive slowly to avoid bumps, rocks, and potholes to keep the bus steady for a safe trip for the passengers. The Bad Guys were sitting at the back of the bus, as it was the only space for them to take.

“Well, the bus might be crowded, but at least we’re going to see your home,” Hornet nudged his elbow at Piranha, who was close to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” Piranha wasn’t so enthusiastic about coming home. He knew coming home wouldn’t be a happy moment for him.

As they took their time to wait to get to Piranha’s hometown, Shark could sense the silence in the bus, so he broke the silence, “I can get some Bolivian air right now,” he breathed the air from the window, “Kinda a little hot, huh?” Then, he let out an awkward chuckle, “Or more a little awkward when no one was gonna gossip about news and stuff?” When Shark said that, the other Bad Guys realized that no one in the bus stared at them as if they were strangers or unknown people to others. This meant that not everyone knew about the Bad Guys and their reputation. But Shark nearly gave them the idea.

To change the topic to avoid making things worse, he asked Piranha with an offensive question, “So, do you have a girlfriend back home?”

Surprisingly, Piranha punched Shark out of the bus.

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Later, the bus drove into the forest as Piranha called out to stop the bus.

“This is our stop!” The bus stopped at that spot as the Bad Guys got off the bus before Piranha told the driver, “Gracias!” and the bus continued its trip.

Piranha then turned to continue the journey to find his hometown and led his team with him.

Despite that, still following Piranha, the Bad Guys realized they were still in the middle of the forest. They weren’t in town or city at all. Just a lot of trees and flora everywhere.

 “Umm, Piranha, we’re still in the forest. You know that, right?” Snake pointed out.

“Just follow me,” Piranha said.

“Are you sure you didn’t get us lost?” Tarantula asked,

“If I intended to get us lost, I would’ve done that before when we left the plane.” The little fish said, feeling irritated by his friends’ doubts about finding the way to his town.

After a couple of miles of walking and trimming down bothersome plants, Piranha made the final stop between two giant trees.

“Well, here we are,” he declared.

The Bad Guys only stared at Piranha between the two trees, and they were puzzled by the place. There wasn’t anything behind the two trees, except the Amazon River was a few miles away. There was no town, no citizens, just another part of the forest.

“You’re seeing things, fish bro,” Shark spoke.

“Yeah, there’s nothing there but ahead was the Amazon River.” Wolf complained.

“You’ll be…” Piranha walked backwards until he suddenly disappeared. “Surprise!” His voice was still heard and echoed.

“Whoa!” The other Bad Guys gasped and widened their eyes.

Piranhas just disappeared when he walked backwards through the two trees. Where had he gone to?

“Piranha? Where are you?” Wolf was concerned for his little friend as he tried to find him by jumping through the gap between the two trees. This was where Piranha was last seen. Right before their eyes. But when he got through the gap, he also disappeared like Piranha’s, “Aahh!”

“WOLF!” Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet screamed. Wolf was also gone!

But to their surprise, half of Wolf appeared through the gap of the two trees, alive and okay, and told the rest of his friends, “Hey guys, take a look at this!”

When Wolf grabbed Shark’s fin, he pulled him and the rest of the Bad Guys through the gap.

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Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet stumbled on Wolf, squishing him a little, but when they opened their eyes, they were surprised to see what was right in front of them.

“Wow!”

A small town with a big community. Most of the citizens were humans who lived in huts as their homes. Some of the homes were cemented with colored roofs. And everyone in town was working very hard and helping each other to keep the town standing.

The other Bad Guys were amazed and surprised with the place. Just one second, the town wasn’t here, but after crossing the gap of two trees, the town magically appeared. But Piranha didn’t seem to be satisfied to be back home.

Hornet looked back to where they came from and figured what they had passed through: “An invisible barrier covering the town?”

“Yep. Hermanos, Hermana, welcome to Buenafecto,” Piranha declared, showing the town where he grew up in. As he continued to guide his friends through town, the Bad Guys wandered their eyes around the place.

It wasn’t like living in the city. People were working by hand, working very hard. They struggled, but they stood up and kept working. They greeted each other with happy faces, polite words, and giving thoughtful gifts. Children and young teens played with each other with electronics and old toys. Everyone was good and happy all around. The town was decorated with flowers, triangle flag banners, and music all around.

“Wow, Piranha, your hometown, it’s... it’s beautiful,” Hornet commented.

But Piranha wasn’t amazed as his friends, “Yeah, well, nothing changed since I left.”

“And what is that invisible barrier we passed through?” Tarantula questioned.

“Hmm, oh, it’s a long story.”

“You can tell us,” Hornet requested his boyfriend to tell them.

Piranha sighed but surrendered to tell the story about his hometown, “You see, years ago, before I was even born, my family found this place while swimming in the Amazon River, and this place, it just appeared right in front of my family’s eyes. Then, newcomers kept arriving, finding new homes. Then, everyone wants to stay here so they can live in peace and away from the chaos of the outside world.”

“So, this place is… magic?” Snake guessed.

Piranha rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“But why did you want to leave this place anyway? There’s nothing wrong with it,” Hornet said.

As they walked around, the residents of the town started to notice them. They dropped all of their routine and started staring at the team. They also started gossiping at each other while staring back at them.

The Bad Guys also noticed the citizens staring at them and probably gossiping about them. “Umm, why are people whispering while staring at us?” Tarantula alerted her friends quietly.

“Do they know who we are?” Snake inquired.

“No. This place and everyone in it were isolated from the outside world. They don’t check famous criminals or even the new president of America,” Piranha explained.

But the citizens weren’t gossiping about their new visitors at all. They were gossiping about Piranha. Their eyes were on him since he arrived, and Piranha knew this. He chose to ignore them because he knew how the citizens of his hometown would react upon his return.

News spread so fast as the gossip kept passing all over this hidden town until it passed down to a mystery person who was so shocked at the return of Mr. Piranha,

“Is it…” Piranha heard that familiar voice that echoed as he tried to not look ahead, but he couldn’t resist. He knew that voice. Ahead on his path was a female piranha wearing a dress and a hair tie wrapping around her head fin. The female piranha was. Very happy when she saw him, and rushed towards, “It’s true! It’s all true!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Piranha held his fins up, but he was caught in a hug.

The female piranha squeezed the young fish tightly before throwing him into the air and catching him back into her arms. “Aah! My little hermano has finally come home!” At first, the other Bad Guys were a little cautious that someone was running after Piranha.

They thought someone was attacking him, but they were surprised that a female piranha hugged him happily. Though, Tarantula and Hornet chuckled at this that someone snuggled Piranha that tight.

Piranhas felt embarrassed as he tried to struggle out of the embrace. “Come on, hermana, not in front of my guests.”

The female piranhas put him down before noticing a group of animals behind him. “And who are these muchachos?”

“Prima, these are my amigos.” Piranha introduced his friends to the female piranha before he introduced her to his friends. “Guys, this is my sister, Prima.”

Now this was a surprise.

Wolf gently took Prima’s hand and kissed it, “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Good to see you,” Hornet greeted.

“Hi,” Tarantula waved her hand.

“Hello,” Snake waved his tail.

“You look like our friend here,” Shark observed.

“It’s good to meet you too,” Prima smiled before ruffling Piranha's head fins. “Pepe, I missed you, Chico! You should visit sometimes.”

Tarantula snorted as she tried to hold her laughter. “’Pepe’?”

The rest of the Bad Guys snickered as they tried not to laugh now that they finally knew what Piranha’s real name was.

Piranha felt so ashamed that his friends finally knew his real name through his older sister. He wasn’t ready to tell them his real name yet. His friends might not be either since their names are too confidential. Now, they’re gonna remember his name forever!

“Aww, ashamed to tell your friends your real name?” Prima cooed while pinching her little brother’s cheek before asking his friends, “What did he want to call with?”

“Just ‘Piranha,’” Hornet answered while gritting his teeth from laughing.

“Well, it’s not shameful to call yourself the name of our species,” Prima ruffled Piranha's head fins again before giving him a big hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Okay, Prima, you can let go of me now,” Piranha said, gently forcing Prima to let go of him.

 “You should come to our house. I’ll tell our Papà and the rest of our family. We’ll throw you a welcome home party tonight,” Prima announced.

“I… I don’t think it’s necessary…” Piranha hesitated with the idea, but he heard his friends excitedly murmur in agreement.

“A party?!” Shark squealed.

“Oh, we’ll definitely go,” Tarantula nodded.

“Yeah, we would be happy to meet the family,” Wolf added.

“Excelente. I’ll get back home to tell the others; you should go later,” she told them before running off to tell the entire family about Piranha’s return.

“Prima, no, please,” Piranha called out, trying to convince his sister, but it was already too late. She was already far away,

“Wow, Piranha, your sister is kinda cool,” Shark commented.

“Yeah, how come you never told us you have a sister?” Tarantula questioned.

“It’s not that I don’t like my sister. I love her, but we don’t get in touch with each other since I left,” Piranha replied.

“Maybe because you didn’t give your contacts,” Snake guessed, making Piranha roll his eyes.

“And your real name is ‘Pepe’?” Wolf snickered, making the rest of the Bad Guys release their laughter.

Piranha sighed, “It’s worse than I thought.”

Hornet hovered himself down at Piranha’s level and caressed his face. “Relax, sweetie, don’t be so hard on yourself. Besides, when we meet your family, you might introduce me as your boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Piranha chuckled doubtfully.

When his friends wanted to continue walking forward, Piranha followed his friends, hoping nothing bad would happen once they met his family at his childhood home.

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The Bad Guys made it to Piranha’s family house, and it was not what they expected. The house was big, fit for like hundreds of people. It was like a protruding mansion with wider spaces and just 7 stories tall and many small balconies located on the outside walls. The other five were so speechless with their mouths dropped that they couldn’t say anything about what they thought of Piranha’s childhood home. He could’ve been a rich kid. But Piranha wasn’t nostalgic about the place. He had been here before, so it wasn’t a surprise how big his house was, but he did miss this place. He just didn’t like to admit it. He only made a small smile to show the house that he missed it. To his friends’ surprise, the other Bad Guys noticed one of the window doors just waved at him back. They freaked out at first, but it was probably the wind… a light wind.

Before they could enter the house, they already noticed a lot of humans and piranhas walking in and out, getting ready for the “Welcome Home” party for Piranha. It would be a busy town then.

When they entered the house, the house wasn’t full of just people; it was full of lots and lots of anthropomorphic piranhas, who all looked a lot like Piranha but had different clothing and hairstyles. They were all working together to make the house clean and decorative for the party. They were playing each other’s part to make this house ready.

As expected, everyone paused when Piranha first stepped into the house. They all stared at him. It was real. It was all true. The young piranha finally came home! Some of the piranhas greeted him with open arms and cheerful smiles, delighted to see him again after being gone for years, but some of them weren’t so delighted. Not a lot of piranhas liked their missing relative. They rather just ignored him and got back to work. Few of them made a small wave “hello” at him before proceeding to their work. Once happy greetings were done, the piranhas returned to their work.

Though the only thing Piranha expected was a greeting from his father.

And there he was, standing at the 2nd story railings and looking down at him. Piranha only stared at him, waiting for any response from his father, but the latter gave him a small smile and a nod before heading back to work and instructing his children and nephews what they would do.

Piranha knew his father wouldn’t give him a welcoming greeting or anything. Just a nod and nothing else.

But his sad thoughts were interrupted when Wolf gave him a nudge.

“Wow, Piranha, you had like hundreds of relatives,” the team leader complimented.

“900,542 brothers and cousins to be exact,” Piranha mentioned.

“Guess your records weren’t kidding about that number of relatives,” Tarantula remarked.

“Hey Pepe, I have a gift for you,” a young woman named Ria approached him with a basket of things. Quickly, Piranha took a hold of the basket when Ria dropped it in his arms. “It’s my welcome home gift with all of our famous Bolivian food and stuff.”

“Thank you,” Piranha grinned.

“And good luck on the party. Your whole family was devastated when you left. I bet tonight is gonna be great." Ria gave two thumbs up before glancing at the other Bad Guys without knowing who they were. “Oh, hello.”

The five waved hello at Ria before she left. While Piranha was still holding the basket, Shark took the chance to pick whatever was in it and held a Salteña before throwing it into his mouth.

As Piranha proceeded with his friends behind him, the house was filled with busy people arranging the furniture to add a lot of space and putting up some decorations. They also tried to avoid falling down into a huge circular pond in the middle of the main living room that was occupied by a Victoria Boliviana water lily. All they had to do was pass around it.

“That banner should be a little higher, please,” Piranha’s father, Primo Sr., instructed a town citizen who put a “Welcome Home” banner on top of Piranha’s bedroom door. Primo Sr. then instructed his twin sons, “Paz 67, Perez 67, help Inigo out.”

“Got it!” Paz 67 and Perez 67 saluted as Perez 67 stood up straight and Paz 67 jumped on top of him to help their human neighbor pin the other end of the banner on the wall.

“Perico 1 089, could you put the Bombo drums upstairs?” Primo Sr. ordered his nephew.

“I’ll handle it, Tio!” Perico 1 089 slowly put a stack of chairs down and ran past Piranha and his friends, “Careful, cuz!”

The Bad Guys moved out of the way to avoid the fast piranha’s path.

Pasqual 731 carried 2 towers of boxes and barrels with both of his little arms, and tried to balance them all, “I don’t know where I can put these barrels and boxes!”

“Can we put some more decorations up for this party?” Patricio 11 called out while holding a clipboard and pen.

“Don’t worry, I got it!” Pedro 1, the family’s golden child, exclaimed as he carried a tower of flowerpots and vases and gently put them all in a decorative arrangement.

Most of his relatives and the citizens cheered for him, but Piranha thought of him as a show-off, not that his friends and boyfriend knew that, as they were as impressed as everyone else in the whole town.

“Please, don’t clap. I’m doing my job here,” Pedro 1 chuckled before giving a woman flowers.

“Thank you, Pedro 1,” the woman said appreciatively.

“De nada,” Pedro 1 said before accidentally bumping into his little brother that he never got along with, “A little brotherly advice: if you weren’t always trying too hard to welcome yourself back home, you wouldn’t be in the way.”

“Actually, Pedro 1, I was gonna help out with the party since it’s my party. And I’m not in the way. You are,” When Piranha walked away while talking back to his older brother, he didn’t see where he was going as he bumped into a nearby pillar.

Feeling the pain on Piranha’s face, Shark and Hornet pulled Piranha from the pillar that had his face stuck onto it.

At the kitchen, another one of Piranha’s brothers, Prospero 172, was preparing the plates for the party but noticed his brother coming with a basket, and his friends were trying to help him.

“Whoa,”

“Excuse me,” Piranha grunted when he put the basket on the counter.

Wolf then noticed Prospero 172 and gave him a wave of his paw, “Hola!”

“Hola to you too,” Prospero 172 greeted nicely at who might’ve been Piranha’s guest. He turned to his brother and asked, “Mi hermano, you okay? You don’t have to work. This is your party of your return after all.”

“I know, Prospero 172, but I just want to do my part like the rest of the family,” Piranha said as he put the earthenware vase from the basket on the table.

“You don’t need to,” Cousin Paz 2 222 cut in, showing himself to be bruised. “Ever since you left, Papà was devastated, but sometimes, his feelings were mixed. We don’t want you home, or Papà will explode, but we didn’t expect him to be this calm.”

Cousin Palomo 480 joined the conversation as well, “And you didn’t leave a letter or any contacts when we tried to reach you, but instead, you just came back on your own, and you brought… unexpected guests,” he turned to stare at Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantulas, and Hornet.

“Hi,” Tarantula spoke.

“You know, I always know you have different taste with making friends,” Paz 2 222 complimented.

“Shut up and eat, Paz 2 222,” Prospero 172 shoved a Cuñapé into his cousin’s mouth to make him shut up before he could say anything hurtful towards Piranha and turned to comfort his youngest brother, “Pepe, if you ever wanna talk about what happened to you and where you had been…”

“I gotta put out the stuff. The house isn’t gonna decorate itself,” Piranha said, making the house squeak and the triangular banners lower. “Sorry, you could. You look great.”

The banners rose up again.

Once again the Bad Guys freaked out, and this time, they did notice the house just responded to Piranha, which was strange and scary.

 “Did the banner just… move?” Shark whispered.

“Did the house just squeak?” Snake added.

But when they noticed Piranha was walking out of the kitchen with the now-empty basket, the five Bad Guys tried to catch up with him.

“Hermano, remember!” Prospero 172 called

“Yeah, remember!” Palomo 480 repeated.

“You have nothing to prove!” The three piranhas chimed in unison.

As he walked off, Piranha responded with a soft, “Mm-hmm.”

Prospero 172 added when he watched the other 5 animals following his brother, “And take your friends with you! They’ll keep you company!”

Only Piranha’s thumb came back in sight as a response before disappearing.

As his brother and his friends were gone, Prospero 172 was free to say what he thought about the guests, “I like Pepe’s friends.”

“The wolf one was cool,” Paz 2 222 complimented.

“Funny. I like the spider one,” Palomo 480 admitted.

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Later, despite the effort of his family telling him not to help, Pirnaha ended up wanting to help anyway. He set up doilies that had each of his relatives; names on them and placed candles in the middle of each of them, including his father's. Pirnaha wanted to do it all by himself, but he would mind if he let his friends help. To be safe, Snake, Tarantula, and Hornet volunteered since Piranha had too many brothers, cousins, and a sister, and he couldn’t do all of these by himself. Wolf and Shark were wandering around the house while staring at photos of Piranha’s family. They even noticed the longest portrait of the Piraña Family, as its name was labeled at the bottom frame of the portrait.

“Wow, Piranha, I never thought your family could be this… big,” Wolf noticed as the rest of the Bad Guys gathered around to see the whole portrait.

The portrait definitely captured the whole family. All 900,546 of them.

“Aww, I saw the little you!” Hornet pointed Baby Piranha in the portrait.

Piranha stared at his own image as a baby. He did look cute that time. His baby self was carried by a female piranha, who was his mother, smiling at the camera. They were so happy that time. Oh, how he missed her.

Snake then turned his attention to a glass display next to the portrait. “Hey, what’s that?”

Inside the glass case inside the wall was a white water lily flower. It was kept there, protected, and it looked healthy and young.

“That’s our family’s prize possession. This was what my family found when we found our home,” Piranha answered. There was a story involving this flower. It was a life-changing flower for him and his family for years.

“Dinner at sunset!” His father’s voice was heard, making the Bad Guys back away from the portrait.

Piranha was startled and accidentally stepped on his father’s doily, making the candle tip and fall and causing its flames to burn a quarter of the doily.

Piranha quickly took the candle and tried to put the fire out. “No, no, no!” He tried waving the doily and even stepped on it, but it was unfortunate timing when his father came in front of him, and his friends stepped aside.

“Maybe you should leave the decorations to someone else?” Primo Sr. suggested.

“No, I actually made these as a surprise for you.” Piranha showed his father the doily, but it was already burned. “Ooh!” He threw the doily on the ground and stepped on it to stop the fire from spreading.

“Pepe, I know you want to help. But you just came home, and tonight must go perfectly, especially for you,” Primo Sr. explained, “The whole town relies on our family, on our reputation as the good family of piranhas. So, the best way for some of us to help is to step aside. Let the rest of the family do what they do best. Okay?”

Piranha was disheartened that his father didn’t want him to be included to help for the party. He could sense that his father was disappointed in him for leaving, and his return didn’t make him happy at all. But Piranha wanted to put on a brave face and understood without questioning the issue. He wanted to prove himself that he can be as good as the rest of the family, just like his father wanted, “Mm-hmm.”

“Besides, since you bring guests, why don’t you show them to your room? Let them know where you grew up,” Primo Sr. offered this idea, which Piranha slowly nodded in agreement.

Through this scene, the other Bad Guys could sense that Piranha and his father didn’t have a good relationship, probably before he left to join the team. It must’ve been a rough childhood for Piranha when it came to impressing his father. They felt bad for their little muscle. Not everyone respected him in this household.

Suddenly, the railings shook as Primo Sr. and Piranha knew where it came from.

From across the room, Primo Sr. called out to one of his paranoid sons, “Prudencio 12! You’re chittering hard again!”

“I know, Papà, but I’m nervous for this evening! What do you want from me?!” Prudencio 12 shouted in panic as he marched away.

Without hesitating, Piranha led his friends to his bedroom while hiding his distraught face. The rest of the Bad Guys could sense his sadness too. They felt bad for him that he was forced to step aside and be less helpful to his family. All 6 of them could hear the conversation of Primo Sr. and Prima from the stairs.

“Papà, be nice to Pepe, okay?” Prima pleaded, “You know tonight will be hard for him now that he has returned.”

“This is why I’m worried. Your brother came home for the first time in years. I don’t want this celebration to be perfect just for the family or the whole town, but for him too,” Primo Sr. told his daughter about his worries.

The Bad Guys wanted to hear the whole conversation before entering Piranha’s room and shut the door. Now that they were inside, no one would hear them talking about what they had just discovered new about Piranha, and they all put their bags down. It wasn’t what they had expected from him. He was known as the bravest and toughest guy around, but it turned out that he had a hard time connecting with his biological family.

“That… was a little intense, right? Heh,” Shark tried to lighten the mood a little, but it didn’t work.

“Piranha, your family is… good… and perfect,” Wolf observed from Piranha's relatives when they came in.

“Yeah, they were like… not bad, like we are now,” Snake added.

“They weren’t like you,” Tarantula commented, recalling that no one was crazy or a fighter like Piranha.

“At least your father was happy to see you, and your sister and some of your brothers and cousins are, too,” Hornet smiled, trying to cheer his boyfriend up, but Piranha was still sitting sulking on his bed. “Piranha, are you okay?”

“This is exactly why I left, guys,” Piranha responded as his friends were silent for a moment to listen to his reason why he left a perfect family behind. “My family… had this reputation. Since my family found this hidden town, and newcomers arrived and lived here, my father wanted our family to set up a good example for the whole town. He wanted our family to show us piranhas that we’re not harmful or not as bad as the rest of the world described us, so he wanted us to be perfect and proper. To be the good family of piranhas the whole town expected us to be,” he looked out the window and watched a few of his brothers and cousins help the townspeople lift heavy objects and arrange the garden ornaments.

“No wonder no one in this town was afraid of us, or you or your family,” Wolf recalled from earlier.

“Well, each of us serves the community without talents, like my older brother Pedro 1, who is a florist; Cousin Paz 2 222 was like a piranha shield; Prospero 172 was one of the cooks of this family, and Prima has good hearing. Each of us has a part to serve the community, and this is how we showed ourselves as examples of good role models for the town,” Piranha explained.

“But what about you, Piranha? It seems like you don’t have one." Snake pointed out

Wolf gave Snake a hard nudge, not wanting to hurt Piranha after what happened to him and his father. “Shh, Snake!”

“It’s true,” the little fish admitted, “I didn’t serve much, because… this isn’t what I want. Because… I want to be free. I could do what I want, good or bad. And ever since my Mamà was gone, my father pressured me. My father wanted me to be something I don't want to be. He wanted me to be a good model, but it was too much. That was how the chaotic side of me was triggered. I want to fight. I want to be bad. I want to be something my father was against! That is why I left. I want to find my own life. Then I went to California, and I met all of you.”

From Piranha’s story, Hornet realized that his boyfriend almost had a similar dark story with family as his, but a lot different. More like their stories were polar opposites, but it didn’t change the fact that they were both the “black sheep” of their respective families. “Oh, Piranha, I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“And I don’t want to come back. I tried to tell you guys.”

“You should’ve told us before,” Shark suggested.

“Yeah, and I regret keeping secrets from you guys,” Hornet reminded.

“I thought my life before wasn’t so important,” Piranha described.

Suddenly, the floorboards raised up and down, which made Piranha smile a little.

The other Bad Guys freaked out when the floor suddenly made the bed jump.

“Okay, I’m gonna say this: What is up with this house?!” Tarantula yelled in panic.

Piranha chuckled, “You guys won’t believe me when I tell you.”

His friends glanced at each other before Snake said, “Okay, then we don’t wanna know.”

Piranha rolled his eyes, confirming he was sarcastic about what he said, but he knew his friends were eager to know, so he confessed, “Fine! I’ll tell you! The flower you guys saw, the flower when my family found this place… well, it’s kinda magic. That flower is our light. Our way of finding our new home is like this town. And it just… made our house like this, this living house, Casamilia, and the magic barrier too, to keep us safe and hidden from the danger of the world. That flower never died down since my family found it, so we kept it protected… to keep this magic alive.”

The five Bad Guys were very speechless. Magic? Exist? In their world? They wanted it to be new and impossible to believe, but hearing from Piranha, it sounded so true and serious.

“Wow, that... incredible,” Hornet complimented, then finishing his sentence, “And totally impossible!”

Piranha clicked his tongue and groaned, “Grr, I knew you guys wouldn’t believe me.”

“No, Piranha, we do! It’s just that… It sounded crazy,” Wolf admitted while trying not to make fun out of it.

“Yeah, knowing you, you don’t look like a magical type,” Tarantula added.

“Well, it’s different when you look at other people,” Piranha stared at the window, looking outside and frowning, “All that flower ever did was bless us and protect us from the outside world when I feel like I belong in the outside world.”

To change the topic, Wolf then questioned, “So, did your family or any of them know what you had been up to while you were gone?”

“No. They don’t. I never stayed in touch with my family since I left. With that, I never told them I became part of a criminal gang. That’s why I never talked to them or visited them ever since,” Piranha answered.

“It explains a lot that nobody knows about us when we arrived,” Snake acknowledged from when they first came to town.

“Well, the good news is no one knows about us,” Tarantula sighed in relief.

But when Hornet hovered backwards, he accidentally bumped into their bags, but Snake and Shark’s bags were left unopened. He could see what was inside each bag, and two of them were filled with papers. Curiously, Hornet opened Shark’s bag and noticed the wanted posters of him and his team. “What the?” Hornet opened Snake’s bag next, and it contained the same waned posters. “Shark, Snake, what is this?”

This caught everyone’s attention as Wolf wanted to look for himself. He took the wanted posters from the bag, and it have his and his team’s pictures on them.

“Where did these come from?” He inquired, showing Snake and Shark the posters.

“Snake and I found these at the bus stop. We took them all so no one would recognize us,” Shark replied.

“And you didn’t throw them in the trash?” Tarantula queried.

“There was no trash bin back there, and the bus arrived when we finished taking them off,” Snake noted.

Piranha hopped off the bed and looked at the posters himself. The posters also have his name and face on them too. “If Papà finds out about this, he’ll be furious, guys! And he depends on our family to have a good reputation for the whole town!”

They all turned to Wolf. As the team leader, he knew what to do. As they waited, Wolf stared at the posters and imagined how Piranha’s family would react if they found out about this. Not only the family but the whole town will be distraught and angered, and their homes will fall and crumble, like a disaster movie.

“We say nothing,” Wolf suggested as he gathered all of the posters, crumpled them, and put some of them in his pockets while lowering his voice into a whisper. “I know your dad wants this welcome home party tonight to be perfect. Until the party is finished, we don’t have these posters. We’re not criminals. We’re not called ‘The Bad Guys.’ We’re just good, perfect role models. No one will know that we're the Bad Guys, and no one will know we're infamous criminals. No one will know. Just act normal. No one has to know.”

Piranha’s door suddenly slowly opened and revealed that Prima was standing in front of the door this whole time and probably heard everything the Bad Guys just said. She made a small squeak, causing the Bad Guys to hear her, and slowly turned around to see her with her eyes widened, and she was frozen in place.

“I know,” Prima whispered and squeaked again before running away.

Now someone else knew about their secret; the Bad Guys knew they screwed up.

“She’s gonna tell everyone,” Piranha said quietly.

“Time to eat!” Primo Sr. called out that it’s dinner time.

“Mierda,” Wolf said in Spanish. 

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At the dining room, the very large dining room, the eating table was wide and large for all 900545 family members and guests to get together and eat together. The Bad Guys sat on one side of the end of the table, where they could keep an eye on Prima, who sat across the table. They had to make sure she won’t tell anyone.

Primo Sr. hosted the party as he announced to the entire family, “We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the return of little Pepe. The prodigal son has finally come home." He was referred to his youngest son. He sounded so calm and gentle, but Piranha tried to hide his grudge as he knew his father wasn’t so happy to have him home. Primo Sr. had to put himself in a ”loving father” mode to protect his family reputation as the good piranha family, “I’m so happy that my youngest son has finally returned to where he truly belongs." He then referred to the rest of the Bad Guys, “And we welcomed his friends, uh…” He hadn’t gotten their names yet.

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet never shared each other’s names yet, and they couldn’t reveal their real names yet as they were too ashamed to speak about their real names.

“Um, my name is Oliver Poodleton,” Wolf reused his fake name before introducing the rest of his friends, “And my Snake friend is Greg Scales, the Shark is Craig Seawell, the spider is Charlotte Arachnidia, and the little Hornet is Buzz Stingerson.”

“Whaaat?” Hornet wasn’t satisfied with Wolf’s fake name for him.

“To Pepe and his friends!” Cousin Patricio 11 raised his glass, “Salud!”

“Salud!” The rest of the family cheered.

While the other piranhas were talking to each other, the Bad Guys kept their eyes on Prima, making sure she wouldn’t do anything to tell the others about their secret. Even if they had to scoop their own food onto their plates, they had to have their eyes on her.

Prima was a bit afraid when her brother and his friends had their eyes on her. She also had her eyes stare back at them, but she kept making soft squeaks, feeling nervous to try to keep the secret to herself.

The Bad Guys still had their eyes open for Prima, without even a blink. That was until someone shoved a bowl of avocado in front of them.

“Avocado,” Paquito 4 007 said while serving the avocado to his younger cousin and his friends.

This distracted the Bad Guys as Piranha held the bowl, and they all turned their gaze back at Prima, but she had already turned her gaze away from them and whispered to her Cousin Perfecto 45, who was sitting next to her.

Prima’s news startled Perfecto 45 as he choked on his food and gritted his teeth in shock. Primo Sr. and some of his sons and nephews noticed Perfecto 45’s cough but tried to ignore him as he looked okay from their sight.

His brother Pablo 61, noticed the look on Perfecto 45’s face as he whispered to him, “Perfecto 45. Relax your face.”

Perfecto 45 shook his head to relax his face from cringing. Now Perfecto 45 knew about his youngest cousin’s secret.

The Bad Guys gasped in worry, but someone offered a pitcher of water in front of them.

“Water?” Piranha’s brother, Prospero 1 333, served water to his little brother.

The pitcher blocked the Bad Guys’ sight of Prima and Perfecto 45 as Wolf tried to move the pitcher aside; they saw Perfecto 45 telling the news to his brother.

When Pablo 61, learned about the news, it was a surprise to him as he spat water onto Wolf, which startled everyone.

Realizing he made a fool of himself because of the news about his cousin and his friends, Pablo 61 cleared his throat and tried to act casually.

“Pepe,” Primo Sr. called to his youngest son, “The cream, please.”

The small cup of cream was next to Snake as Piranha requested him, “Greg, the cream.”

Snake chuckled softly and nervously as he kept gritting his teeth while shakily giving the cream to Piranha to pass it on.

Piranha then noticed Pablo 61 passed the secret to his cousin, Prudencio 12, who suddenly chittered while shaking the table as he learned about his little brother being a criminal.

“Prudencio 12, you’re chittering.” Primo Sr. said when he noticed the table was shaking.

“Calm down, calm down, calm down,” Prudencio 12 whispered while trying to calm down.

His eyes were on the shaky table as Piranha failed to notice that his brother told Prospero 172 about this secret, which shocked him as well while staring at him with concern.

Piranha tried to look away from his brother’s gaze while drinking a glass of Chicha de piña.

But then, Hornet hovered towards Piranha and whispered to him, “Piranha, why is the floor cracking?”

“What?” This was new to Piranha, or in this house. There were never cracks in this house in forever. He looked under his chair and noticed the crack started growing. He didn’t know why these cracks grew, but this was unusual. There was no earthquake. The cracks just appeared and grew. Piranha looked closely at the cracks as he put his head under the table.

“Pepe?” Palacido 1 112 called for his little brother as Piranha bumped his head under the table before freeing himself up and rubbed his head, “Everything okay?”

Piranha didn’t know what to answer to his concerned brother until “Craig Seawell” answered for him.

“Everything is great. He was just happy that he’s finally home.”

“Yep, very happy,” Piranha lied but tried to smile for it.

“That’s very good. I do hope you’ll stay here forever.,” Primo Sr. said as he poured some wine in his glass. This shocked Piranha, as this wasn’t part of the idea once he came home. Even the other Bad Guys didn’t want that either. They didn’t want to leave without Piranha. Primo Sr. started to question his son, “So, Pepe, where were you these past few years?”

“Well, I…” Piranha tried to think of something without revealing much about his crime life.

“Do you have a job?” Pedro 1 asked, hoping his brother didn’t have one.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Cousin Perdido 9 questioned dreamily.

“Are you famous?” Panchito 7 017 inquired.

All three questions were too confidential for Piranha from his family. What would he say to the ones who haven’t found out his secret yet? His job is being a criminal and a vigilante. He didn’t have a girlfriend but a hornet boyfriend? Is he even famous or infamous?

“Well, I am famous for something.” Half of it was a lie.

“Tell us,” Pio 9 231 asked excitedly as the rest of his family were all ears, wanting to hear the whole story.

Piranha couldn’t come up with another lie as he stared at Prima, Perfecto 45, Pablo 61, Prudencio 12, and Prospero 172, hoping they wouldn’t say a word about the truth of his real criminal life.

But his friends cut in to save his rear end.

“Why don’t we tell you for him?” “Charlotte Arachnidia” volunteered,

“Yeah, because we’re… Pepe’s best friends!” “Buzz Stingerson” added, not wanting to reveal he was Piranha’s boyfriend, and he would lie about his life for him.

His family stared at them in confusion if it was necessary for the youngest piranha to let his guests speak for him.

“Yeah, let them tell you!” Piranha chuckled as he got off the seat and watched his friends and biological family talk to each other.

Since this was about saving Piranha’s little butt, they might as well come up with some stories to cover up their crime lives.

“Well, Pepe is a good singer, and he’s good at defending us when we’re helpless…” “Greg Scales” explained that his indication for Piranha’s being a good singer was true, but “defending” was a translation of Piranha’s good side of being the team’s “muscle.”

While his friends distracted his family, Piranha heard a crack growing behind him. Piranha jumped on the crack to cover it with his whole body. This caught everyone's attention as they all looked at Piranha, thinking he was acting weird.

“You’re doing great,” Piranha winked at his friends, complimenting them on making up lies.

The Bad Guys continued with “Craig Seawell” adding the story, “And he also cooks breakfast for us every morning.” It wasn’t a total lie. Piranha did cook breakfast for the team.

But then, Piranha noticed his older twin brothers, Paz 67 and Perez 67, sneaking crumpled paper from Wolf’s pocket without Wolf himself noticing as he was busy distracting Piranha’s family. They were as better pickpockets than he was.

“No, no,” Piranha whispered, trying to stop his brothers, but they were alerted by him as they quickly took all the crumpled papers from Wolf’s pocket and rushed off under the table.

Even if the other Bad Guys’ made-up stories were true, Primo Sr. had doubts about his youngest son, “My Pepe wasn’t all perfect, you know. Did he do something… bad?”

Piranha watched in horror as Paz 67 and Perez 67 uncrumpled the papers, half-revealing the wanted posters right in front of their very eyes.

“Uhh…” the five Bad Guys tried to come up with another lie, but they couldn’t think of anything else.

“No!” Piranha shouted as he jumped under the table to chase his brothers, but the twins ran with the posters under their possession.

The cracks started to grow more at the ceiling, causing leaks with a few amounts of water dropping down, and birds started to fly inside through open windows, flying around chaotically and in fear.

“What is happening?!” Perfecto 886 cried in distress.

Prima couldn’t take it anymore as she screamed out loud, “Pepe is a criminal, and he and his friends are a wanted criminal gang called ‘The Bad Guys,’ and our reputation is ruined!”

Unexpectedly, Piranha caught Paz 67 and Perez 67 on top of the table and pinned them down, causing the twins to release the uncrumpled papers from their little fins and the posters to slowly fall down on the table, revealing Piranha, Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet’s faces with the word “Wanted” under them, and other posters revealing all 6 of them together as a group with their title “The Bad Guys.” Primo Sr. and the family were shocked by the posters. They stared at the posters in horror as they realized the prodigal son and his guests were infamous wanted criminals. They all turned to the Bad Guys with horrified faces.

The Bad Guys stood up frozen, not knowing how to explain all this.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Wolf grinned sheepishly.

That was until cracks started to grow and spread more across the room; the walls and the floor, starting from behind the Bad Guys. The cracks at the ceiling got bigger, causing more water to come out, and the windows and doors opened, revealing the citizens of the town standing outside with a big “Welcome Home” banner for Piranha.

“¡Bienvenido a casa!” They shouted cheerfully until they noticed something was wrong inside, as it wasn’t a happy party anymore with water dripping down on the family like rain.

Primo Sr. stared at Piranha in shock. He couldn’t believe that his son, his youngest son, was a criminal, and he was friends with other criminals. He couldn’t believe that he ruined the family’s good reputation, and his son’s reputation was so sinister. He ruined his own life. He left home just to live a life of crime.

Piranha and the other Bad Guys were speechless. Their cover was finally blown. They never expected this dinner and meeting the family was a total disaster. 

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The entire house went into chaos as the Piraña family ran around in panic, thinking that their lives were changing. Now that they knew their little Pepe was a criminal, they couldn’t imagine how this would affect the family and the entire town.

“Everyone, please, calm down!” Primo Sr. tried to calm his sons and nephews. Some of them ran out of the doors, thus alerting the town that everything was not okay.

“Papà, please, let me explain!” Piranha tried to reason with his father, but the latter was distracted by keeping the family calm.

“I hate you!” Pedro 1 shouted at his youngest brother while marching away angrily.

“We’re so doomed!” Palacido 1 112 cried.

“What did you do?!” Cousin Pasqual 405 scolded while trying to help his uncle and his brothers and cousins to stop panicking.

“Why are you doing this?!” Piranha’s brother, Primo Jr., added while crying.

“I… don’t… know,” Piranha slowly answered as he looked around and watched his panicking family. He didn’t know why he was doing this anymore.

He was trapped in his thoughts as he failed to feel that Wolf was grabbing his fin. “Piranha, come on,” he dragged the little fish with him when the Bad Guys were rushing upstairs to hide in Piranha’s bedroom to avoid being part of the chaos or being finger-pointing about Piranha’s family.

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Primo Sr. walked outside, where the citizens of Buenafecto showed their concerned faces about what was going on in their households.

“Look, nothing is wrong here. We are good! We are not evil! We are the Piraña Family! We do good for Buenafecto!” Primo Sr. declared before shutting the door, but his voice can still be heard from both inside and out, “Pepe!”

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In Piranhas’ bedroom, Hornet took a peek through the window and watched as a lot of piranhas were arguing, chattering, and panicking with each other about what they should do now.

“Things aren’t looking good out there,” the insect observed and told his friends.

Wolf, Snake, and Shark were packing up everything and putting them in their backpacks if they had enough space for their things.

“We should leave quickly, right now, before they come after you, Piranha,” Shark told Piranha, but the latter was still silent while sitting on his bed and staring at the floor. He was still lost in his mind.

“Maybe we should sneak through the window and find the way out to where we came from,” Snake suggested with the plan.

“Good plan, except someone might see us!” Tarantula shouted, pointing out the obvious backfire of Snake’s plan.

“Piranha, what do you think we should do?” Wolf asked him if Piranha knew about this town, so he might know where to escape without being seen, but the little fish didn’t answer. He was still in the middle of his mindspace, “Piranha?”

Piranha didn’t speak for the past five minutes. His head was in the air, trying to reflect on what he had caused tonight or all his life. He was thinking that if it was worth leaving the family to start a new life in America just to get away from his father and begin a life of crime, but this hurt the family in the process. He didn’t want to hurt his family. He loved his family. But he wasn’t happy for a long time when he lived here, not even since his mother passed away. He couldn’t do anything for himself anymore as long as he was living under his father’s will or this town’s satisfaction.

“All this time, I thought I was meant to live under my family’s shadow…” Piranha paused for a moment. “That I should be good… like them.”

The other Bad Guys thought he felt bad for ruining his life and his family for joining the crime world. They felt bad for him that he had a perfect life, and he ruined it just to be with them.

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Back with Primo Sr., he was busy trying to calm his sons and nephews down while scolding Prima for knowing the truth and not being able to tell right away before the dinner.

“You should have told me the second you heard that Pepe and his friends were criminals,” the elderly piranha bellowed at his daughter. “Think of the family.”

“I was thinking of my brother, Papà,” Prima glared back at her father.

Primo Sr. could hear more chattering as he told another one of his panicky sons, “Pablo 12, calm down!”

“I’m doing my best!” Pablo 12 tried to stop himself from chattering his teeth.

“Yes. He’s trying, Papà,” Paciano 83 said while trying to calm his brother down.

"You’re lucky he didn’t shake the whole house,” Prudencio 12 commented.

“Papà, you’ve always been too hard on Pepe, especially ever since Mamà died,” Prospero 172 pointed out.

Primo Sr. noticed another crack as he told his children, “Look around. We must protect our family, our Buenafecto. We cannot lose our home.”

The door opened when Ria came in to speak with the patriarch, Señor, perdon. People in town are becoming anxious about the town, the magic, and everything that is going on with the family. They want to see you.”

Primo Sr. sighed as it was his duty to ease the whole town. He turned to Prospero 172 and Prima and instructed, “Find your brother. I must have a talk with him when I return,” he said as he headed outside as the door shut behind him.

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Back in Piranha’s room, the five Bad Guys tried to comfort Piranha from his shameful feeling while wanting to snap him out of his reflection so they could leave as soon as possible.

“Piranha, we’re sorry about tonight. We didn’t want you to humiliate us or your crime life with us,” Wolf said.

“Yeah, we tried to impress your family that you were good, but…” Shark admitted with a sigh, “It’s not that easy, just like when you tried to have your life that was against your father’s wishes.”

“Come on, Piranha, bring it in,” Hornet said as he opened his arms to give his boyfriend a hug. The rest of the Bad Guys did the same. Though Snake didn’t have any arms, his tail is still open for Piranha too. But Piranha was still frozen out of realization. He couldn’t speak or move or engage in a hug. “Umm, Piranha, honey,” Hornet called it, waiting for Piranha to hug the team.

But instead of rushing into his friends’ hug, there was something inside of Piranha that he had been dying to release, especially in this house. Something he had always wanted to do his whole life. He never felt free when he was still under the roof before, and he could finally release that feeling that he had been bottling inside.

Piranha: I just made something unexpected Something crazy, something bad “Piranha, uhh, maybe we should...,” Wolf called out, but Piranha continued to sing. Piranha: It's not good or perfect But it's amazing and it's me What else can I do?

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: Wait. Bring it in, bring it in Piranha: (What else can I do?)

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: Good talk, bring it in, bring it in Let's walk, bring it in, bring it in Free hugs, bring it in, bring it in

Piranha: I show a good reputation to the world. Actúo amable, all the while. I make perfect, polite words So much hides behind my smile What could I do if I just thought what I was feelin' in the moment?

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: (Do you know where you're going? Whoa)

Piranha: What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be good or perfect? I just needed to be? And they'd let me be?

My bad streak runs salvaje y loca! Intense fights

Shark: (Yep)

Piranha: Thrill of crime!

Wolf: (That was fine!)

Piranha: Sin sensación de miedos fills the air as I climb And I push through What else can I do?

The floor of Piranha’s bedroom suddenly rise up with Piranha on top while his friends trieds to catch up with him from below.

Piranha: Can I create a wave of chaos and come anew? Wow, man, my heart is racing; but it's so fun too! I wanna feel the shiver of something new I'm so sick of pretending, I want to be true, don't you?

Hornet: You just seem like your life's been a dream Since the moment you opened your eyes

Piranha: (How far do these roots go down?)

Hornet: All I know is how much you grow

Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: But it's awesome to see how you rise

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula, Hornet & Piranha: How far can you/I rise? The Bad Guys: Through the roof, to the skies Let's go

All the way up to the ceiling, the Bad Guys were sent up on top of the roof of the house.

The Bad Guys: My bad streak runs salvaje y loca!

Piranha: Intense fights

Snake: (Go!)

Piranha: Thrill of crime!

Tarantula: (Yeah!)

Piranha: Sin sensación de miedos fills the air as I climb And I push through What else, what else?

The Bad Guys: What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment?

Wolf: (Seize the moment, keep goin')

The Bad Guys: What can you do when you know who you wanna be is bad and imperfect?

Piranha: But I'll still be okay

Hornet: Hey, everybody clear the way, woo

The commotion caught the whole town's attention, including Primo Sr., who was trying to reason with the townsfolk. When he looked at the top of the roof of his house, he saw his youngest son singing and dancing with his friends, which made some conclusions about them that disappointed the patriarch.

  Piranha: I'm comin' through with un amor por el lado mala!

Shark: (He's comin' through with that boo-yeah)

Piranha: Making waves

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: (Making waves)

Piranha: Changing minds

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: You've changed mine

Piranha: The way is clearer 'cause you're here, and well I owe this all to all of you What else can I do?

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: (Show 'em what you can do)

As they hugged, they noticed the white waterlily glowed, and the cracks of the walls around it started to disappear.

Piranha: What else can I do?

Wolf, Snake, Shark, Tarantula & Hornet: (There's nothing you can't do)

Piranha: What else can I do?!

As they dove down, they were caught by a giant waterlily around the circular pond, landing them back on the ground safely.

“You guys are bad influences,” Piranha threw one of the small lilies as the Bad Guys laughed joyfully.

“What is going on here?!” Primo Sr. shouted as he entered the house with a mix of confusion and anger on his face.

“Papà, it’s okay! Everything’s okay.” Piranha jumped out of the lily and landed on his feet out of the pond.

The other Bad Guys followed as well, very carefully, when Wolf, Snake, and Shark avoided touching the pond. The rest of the Piraña family heard Primo Sr. yelling as they came out from every

“Mr. Piraña, everything’s gonna be fine,” Hornet spoke.

“What are you talking about? Look at our home! Look at my son,” Primo Sr. pointed at Piranha, who was standing straight and looked down, feeling trapped in a box of shame again.

“Please just… Piranha wasn’t happy,” Tarantula pointed out.

“Of course Pepe isn’t happy. You made him turn into a criminal!” the elderly piranha scolded.

“No, no, no. He didn’t want to be perfect like the rest of you. He wanted to decide for himself. And then we did all this!” Shark exclaimed.

Wolf cut in, “We can fix the cracks too if you could let us…”

“Enough!” Primo Sr. shouted, halting the Bad Guys from rambling. He turned his glare to the leader of the gang, “Mr. Poodleton… Mr. Wolf, or whoever you are. You made my son into a bad guy. You all do! You are all bad influences on my son! If my son hadn’t met you, he wouldn’t leave this family, and he would be a good and perfect example of a piranha for our town! You ruined his life! You ruined his future! You even ruined this family!”

Wolf had nothing else to say to defend himself or his friends. The rest of the gang couldn’t say a word. They wanted to prove themselves to Primo Sr. that it wasn’t their fault, or this wasn’t what he thought of them. It hurt them. His words hurt them more than being seen as criminals. They would try to understand a parent was looking out for their children, but they would never intend to ruin someone else’s life, especially if it would be their friend. They realized they would never be good enough to be part of Piranha’s life if his father never approached them.

“Bad Guys, I think you should leave. Leave now, and never come back,” Primo Sr. ordered strictly at the Bad Guys before passing through them and commanded his son, “Come on, Pepe. Go to your room." But Piranha just stood there, frozen, and his fins clenched. Primo Sr. noticed out of the corner of his eye that his son didn’t move. He turned and demanded, “I said, go to your room, Pepe!”

Piranha turned to face his father with glaring eyes. “You know what, Papà? You don’t have the rights.”

“Excuse me?” Primo Sr. inquired sternly.

“You don’t have the right to say all that to my friends!” Piranha yelled, much to his entire family and friends’ horror. They've never seen anyone stand up to the patriarch like that.

“Do you even listen to yourself?!” the piranha father spoke through his gritted teeth.

“Oh, I am! I am listening! I’m defending my friends from the likes of you!” Piranha shouted.

“Enough, Pepe! Would you rather defend your friends over your own family? You'd rather choose them over us?! You want to be with this big bad Wolf, a sinister Snake, a dangerous Shark, a menacing Tarantula, and a stupid Hornet?!”

“Shut up, Papà! Don’t you dare call Hornet stupid! Don’t ever call that to my boyfriend!”

All of his brothers, cousins, and sister gasped in shock. It wasn’t the fact that their youngest brother/cousin was in a relationship with a guy, but it was his relationship with a bug. A Hornet. A different species. It has never been planned by their father/uncle.

But, out of all of the piranhas in the room, Primo Sr. has the most disappointed reaction. He never planned for his son to be matched with someone outside of his species. His son wasn’t just a criminal, but also a disgrace of his kind. “No! Are you out of your mind?! Do you know what you put yourself into?!”

“I know where I am now, Papà! This is my decision! This is me! This is what I want to be! It was never my friend’s fault. I wanted to take this path for my life! I would feel bad if I hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that. I tried for so many years to make it comfortable for all of us to have this family, but it was never enough. The only reason I have sacrificed my own likings and happiness from your pressure and expectations for all of us to be good and perfect is for this family to be happy and complete and to satisfy you like everyone else did for you and the whole town,” Piranha blinked and panted, finally unleashing all his anger onto his father that he had kept holding for a long time. “I can’t do this anymore! I want out! Now!”

“What do you mean, out?”

“I mean out! Out of this place, out of your roof! I’m leaving this family FOR GOOD!”

“HOW DARE YOU!“ Primo Sr. marched forwards as Piranha shrank backwards, looking slightly frightened of him. “What do you think the rest of the Buenafecto will think?” He lifted his fin and didn’t hesitate to hit his son, “And Pepa—!”

Piranha caught his father’s fin, stopping him before he could hit his face and cutting him off, “Leave Mamà out of this! And I’m already 26, so I’m old enough to make my own life and my own decisions myself. So, it’s over! I’m done!”

This was the first time ever that Primo Sr. had his fin stopped from hitting his own children and nephews.

Both father and son stared intensely before the father pulled his fin away from his son in a silent rage. “Fine! I don’t want any criminal to stay in my house. You’re a disgrace, Pepe. A disgrace to our family, our town, and our species. You have fallen from what little dignity you had, and I know you'll pay for it.”

When Primo Sr. walked away, Piranha got a chance to glance at his brothers, cousins, and sister, who silently watched the entire scene. He could sense they were disappointed in him for bringing disgrace to their family and ruining their reputation in the town.

It was true.

His family wanted nothing to do with him anymore. It was his fault he chose this life, and they didn’t want to be part of it. They all left the area, turning their heads away from him, showing their disapproval for Piranha behavior and life decisions.

All that was left was his sister. Piranha hoped Prima would understand him. The two have always been inseparable, but this was the first Prima hesitated to defend him. She was as disappointed as the rest of the family. She still loved her brother, but she didn’t want to be part of her brother’s criminal life. She sadly hung her head down and walked away.

That was it. Feeling hopeless, Piranha accepted his family didn’t love him anymore because of his choice. There was nothing for him left in this house anymore.

The Bad Guys approached Piranha closely to check if he was okay. Piranha turned to his friends, and he had no response to their comfort, but he appreciated their gesture.

On their way across town, the Bad Guys were heading back to where they came in. Along the way, the townsfolk started to glare at them and spread gossips about them silently. When the Bad Guys got here, the people didn’t know about them and were happy to welcome guests, but now, they were angry at them and finally knew that they were the Bad Guys. They were no longer welcome in this town anymore. Instead of hearing screams or being thrown by garbage and rotten food, it was more hurtful to watch other people talking about them so cruelly and harshly.

The Bad Guys made it to the entrance, or exit. When they passed through the invisible barrier, Piranha gave one last look at his hometown. No one gave him a smile or a goodbye this time. Everyone hated him now. He accepted this fate as he stepped out of the barrier.

He was back in the Amazon forest with his friends. There was no turning back now since he was disowned by his family, and he was self-exiled. It was his choice to leave, and he had no regrets for this. He had no regrets for defending his friends and joined them out of town. This was the life he wanted now.

Hornet could help but felt sorry for Piranha. He didn’t want him to defend him and the team from his father. It was the bravest thing Piranha ever did for them. He hovered down to his boyfriend’s face to look at him. “Piranha, are you okay?”

Deep down, he wasn’t okay. He just got disowned. But he still has no regrets about choosing his friends over his biological family. His friends are his family now too, and he would do whatever it takes to defend his family. “Yeah, I’m good.”

It was an intense trip. Wolf sighed as he declared to his team, “Come on. Let’s get back to the jet, even if it means we’ll be walking back.”

As the team agreed and followed Wolf’s lead, Piranha was done sulking. He stood up and decided to walk with them. The Bad Guys are his home now. He would stay closer to them, wherever they go.

“Too bad we never get to see Piranha’s girlfriend,” Shark mentioned.

Piranha instantly punched him on the side, causing Shark to stumble into the bushes.

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Back in Buenafecto, the town remained the same, untouched and calm, but the Casa Piraña still had cracks all over. There weren’t any more cracks formed or disappeared either. Just the cracks that were already formed. Casamilia remained normal but silent. The glowing white waterlily was still safe… but began to lose its glow.

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Cast:

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha, Paciano 83, Panchito 7, 017

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Adassa – Prima

Mauro Castillo – Primo Sr.

John Leguizamo - Paz 67, Perez 67

Pedro Pascal - Paz 2 222

Cheech Marin - Pablo 61, Pablo 12

Harvey Gullian - Palacido 1112, Palomo 480, Paquito 4007

Diego Luna - Pasqual 731, Pasqual 405

Andre Cisneros - Patricio 11

Freddie Prinze Jr. - Perdido 9, Perico 1089

George Lopez - Perfecto 45, Perfecto 886

Rico Rodriguez - Prospero 172

Danny Trejo - Prudencio 12

Melissa Villaseñor - Ria

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Author aggimaginary

Co-Author MasterClass60 TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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Hornet: I always wondered what it was like to be in the origin of my species. I was called an “Asian Giant Hornet," but another term for that was a "Japanese Hornet." But I don’t feel Japanese.

Snake: It’s because you’ve never been to Japan.

Shark: Why don’t we go there?

Hornet: But you promised me we'd do something Japanese.

Piranha: Mi amor, I know you wanna see Japan... but we're down to our last million yen.

Shark: It's a crane. The Japanese believe they bring good luck.

Hornet: Oh, it's beautiful, Shark.

This chapter might be one of the longest chapters I’ve ever written in season 2 due to many, MANY references and a song inserted.

This chapter was mostly referenced by Encanto. I loved this movie since it came out in 2021. Its story made me come up with an idea for Piranha. It wasn’t my intention to make this concept of Piranha’s origin story to be magical, but I had to incorporate some elements from Encanto to make this story accurate and enjoyable. The only difference was that none of the characters in this chapter had magical powers, but only talents and skills, in contrast to the Madrigal Family. So far, Casamilia, the Piraña household, the invisible barrier, and the glowing water lily were the only elements that were magical. The water lily flower of the Piraña family was equivalent to the Madrigal Family’s candle.

Casamilia was based on Casita. Like the latter, Casamilia’s name came from the word “Casa,” which means home or house in Spanish, and was combined with the word “familia,” which means family.

The invisible barrier around Buenafecto was based on the barrier from The Smurfs (2011), protecting the whole town from the outside world.

The Buenafecto town got its name from the words “Buena,” which means good, and “Perfecto,” which means perfect, which both described Piranha’s family.

Speaking of that, Piranha’s family was named “The Piraña Family, which “piraña” means piranha in Spanish. Most of Piranha’s brothers and cousins shared the same names, and adding numerical numbers next to their names will tell the difference between relatives. Since there were 900,542 brothers and cousins, there were a lot of them who shared the same name. Primo Sr.’s name meant “first,” as he was the patriarch of the family. Prima and Piranha (Pepe) were the only ones to have unique names. Prima was named after her father, and it was short for “Primrosa,” which means “first rose,” as she was the first and only daughter. Besides his real name being based in the books, Piranha was named after his late mother, Pepa. Sometimes, their names gave meaning to their personalities. They also shared each other’s talents and skills, but in different ways.

I got a few elements from The Bad Guys Book 10 where Piranha’s family appeared, and they appeared as bad as him. In this adaptation, it was quite the opposite. Piranha’s family tried to maintain a good and perfect reputation in their town to avoid being judged by stereotypes of their species. And like in Book 10, Piranha’s real name was revealed. I don’t know if his real name will be kept for the animated movies and (possible) series either, so, for now, I decided to use his real name in the book. So far, Piranha is the only one of the Bad Guys with his real name revealed while the rest still remain confidential. He was also the youngest of all in his family, like his book counterpart. I also added a sister for him since it was never revealed Piranha had female relatives. His mother never appeared or was mentioned in the books, but his mother appeared in pictures and was mentioned a few times and revealed to have passed away years ago. Since then, only Casamilia and Prima stood out as Piranha’s mother figures.

Some of the Piraña family members were also based on the Madrigal Family members in Encanto: Pedro 1 shared the same characteristics as Isabela Madrigal for being the golden child, a florist, and a bully to his youngest sibling. Most of the panicky Piraña family members, notably the ones with the names “Pablo” and “Prudencio,” had the same characteristics as Pepa Madrigal. Prima was based on Dolores Madrigal, who had sharp hearing and couldn’t keep secrets. They also shared the same squeak.

The scenes about Shark mentioning if Piranha had a girlfriend were references to Amphibia: Quarreler's Pass.

Piranha and Primo Sr.'s argument was referenced in Helluva Boss: The Circus.

The song in this chapter, “What Else Can I Do?” was a parody of the original song with the same name from Encanto, with some lyrics changing.

Spanish translation: Hermano – brother Hermana – sister Chico – boy/kid De nada – You’re welcome Mierda – (You don’t wanna know) ¡Bienvenido a casa! – Welcome home Actúo amable – I act nice salvaje y loca - wild and crazy Sin sensación de miedos -  Without feeling of fear Un amor por el lado mala - a love on the bad side

Special thanks to Masterclass60 for helping me with this chapter, and thanks to an acquaintance, TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3, for helping me too with names

Well, I'm glad you guys enjoyed this chapter so far. I hope you do. Tune in for more chapters soon!

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