#mayor answers

[lmk-askblog]

EVERY ONE FAVORITE COLOR AND NUMBER!

MK: Orange, as for number, 1!

Mei: Green, duh! I like 8.

Red Son: Red, 6.

Wukong: Gold, and 7 or number.

Macaque: Black, 2.

Nezha: Sounds silly, but Pink. Number 3.

Chang'e: Light blue! I also like 8.

Princess Iron Fan: Red, 10.

Demon Bull King: Red, 18.

Lady Bone Demon: I like white. 0 for number.

The Mayor: White, same for number as well!

Azure Lion: Blue, I like the number 1.

Yellowtusk: Yellow, and 7.

Peng: Gold, 4.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday! Free space if this gets in on time, but either way birthday wishes and thank you so much for all your writings. They're really good and such a bright spot in my day.

Carlton is having a good day up until he sees what’s clearly a civilian’s motorcycle parked in one of the reserved spots. If the state of disrepair didn’t make it obvious, the ACAB bumper sticker stuck on the back certainly did. Oh, he was going to give this asshole the biggest fine he could, and get his bike towed for good measure! The good people of the SBPD are working hard everyday to keep the streets safe and this guy wants to make a mockery of that right in front of them? What a sick bastard.

He stalks inside, face set into a scowl. “McNab!” he shouts, startling the officer who turns from whoever he’d been talking to. “Who the hell’s bike is that out front?”

He looks at him, wide eyed, but then a kid in a leather jacket is stepping out from behind him and clapping him on the shoulder. He’s got on faded jeans, brown boots, and a dark blue henley. He’s a couple days off from a decent shave and Carlton’s not at all surprised when he says, “It’s mine. Sweet ride, right?”

“You can’t park there,” he snaps. “I’m writing you a ticket – McNab, write him a ticket! Now!”

“Uh,” McNab looks between them uncertainly. “But he, you know, um. He can park there, Detective.”

Carlton snarls, “Why the hell do you think that?”

“It’s okay, Buzz,” the kid says, stepping forward and offering his hand to Carlton with a smirk that has him itching for his cuffs. “I’m Shawn Spencer.”

“I don’t care who you are,” he says. “Only police personnel can park in that area.”

Spencer’s grin gets a little wider. 

McNab is honest to god wringing his hands. “Um, Detective, he is. Police personnel, I mean. He’s the new head of Internal Affairs.”

Carlton stares. This has to be some sort of practical joke. “Are you even old enough to have gone through the academy?”

“My youthful appearance is due to my intense moisturizing routine, a zest for life, and my good humor,” he says. “Laughter really is the best medicine.”

“You’re out of dress code,” he says, because most of him is still refusing to believe that this is happening.

“I’ll write myself up for it later,” Spencer says, which is ridiculous, because that’s not an IA issue, it’s an HR one. Which as the head of Internal Affairs, he should know.

He opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say is interrupted by Chief Vick swooping in, several files held in her hand. “Gentleman. Detective Spencer, my office, now.”

Spencer winks at them. “Buzz. Lassie.”

What the hell did Spencer just call him? Before he’s managed to choke back his outrage, Spencer’s in Chief Vick’s office and McNab is making a hasty retreat.

He stalks over to his desk and Lucinda glances up from her own desk at his approach. She’d left early this morning to go back to her place to shower and change and had been responsible for the good mood he’d been in up until he’d encountered Spencer and his stupid bike. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing,” he says, then, “Did you meet the new internal affairs guy?”

“Shawn? Yeah, he seems nice,” she says, already looking back down at her paperwork.

Nice? Nice?

The day’s just begun and it’s already shot to hell.

[jakkenpoy]

[theandrosaur]

A little bit of food for my lmk homies

[ask-lock-shock-and-barrel]

Do a lot of people from other places in the Halloween Realm show up in town for Halloween? Or is it more of a local affair for each town in the Realm?

L: Not usually on Halloween, each place has their own traditions going on. But we sure do get a lot of tourists during the rest of the year!

And where there's tourists....there's opportunities.

((OC Cameos: Mouse, Cavity, and Fluffy of @odditiesnoctobermidnightroad, Laura of @qopu999, Calliope of @crystallizedtwilight, Floyd of @gatacatz ))

[askvenomswapthaniyel]

Since you two live in a jungle. How….often does Brad get messy?

"I remember... I often had to tidy him up after many tumbles in the rainforest."

"Even back then, he was so stubborn and independent... but he humored this worried old man. Stood still as I picked leaves and sticks from his hair and cleaned up his scrapes..."

"...Those were simpler times. I sometimes wish we could go back..."

"...But time only ever moves forward."

[lorethebookworm]

Imagine you're a 15 year old boy. You probably never knew kindness in your life because your mom died when you were little and your dad is too obsessed with war and murder and world domination to care about you. You live to please him. You'd do anything to make him proud. You *have* done awful, awful things to appease him. Things that keep you up at night. You're mean and a bully and act like you're the boss of everyone because you hurt inside and because you're trying to play the part of the man, the big authoritative man your father can't help but be proud of. There's this one kid who your father is obsessed with for some reason. He makes you work with him. You don't get why this guy is so special but whatever. You fight with him everyday but you still work side by side. You two commit more awful things to appease your father. Your father is kinda ... happy? No one can read him anyway. You spend months and months with the other kid. You two grow kinda close. Maybe he's not that bad after all. You both get a promotion. Your father is so proud of you two, his sons. You're so happy you can't even think straight. Maybe you can all be a family now, yes , you your new brother and your dad. Your father trusts you to lead his army to war and you will, you'll prove yourself to him and he'll love you. You come back from what ended up being a diversion, not the actual war, and your new family is fighting. Your dad tells you to shoot your brother. You would never. Your brother threatens to shoot you. What? Your father shoots you. Why? to "remove you from the equation". You die and in your last seconds you ask to be forgiven. You regret it all so much. You finally see through your father's constant manipulation but it's too late. You die. Your brother goes to war with the rifle your dad had given you , the rifle you were to protect yourself with in battle. You're dead and you don't know that the rifle was unloaded. You're dead and everyone you've ever loved betrayed you. You're Davy fucking Prentiss Jr and you haunt my existence

[mayor-thaniyel]

h3y d4D, Im G0NN4 G0 0ff IN70 7h3 w00D2 70 PL4y.

[OOC: This'd be kid Brad just specifying just in case we going back to the past boys.]

Alright Brad! Don't get into too much trouble or hurt okay..? Watch out for those pesky bugs!!! Just get back home by dinner...

[askblueandviolet]

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Ask no Question, hear no lie (dp x dc)

"This better be good," Renee started as she slid into the diner booth in front of her best friend. "I had to cancel a date for this."

"Kate?" Charlie said with that placid expression that just begged for a punch. "Or are you two broken up again."

"Charlie if you don’t start talking right now, I’m walking right back out," she warned 

"Still broken up then," Charlie said as he nodded sagely.

Renee took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. She would not shoot her best friend, she told herself. No matter how annoying he was. "Just tell me what I’m here for."

Charlie leaned forward and Renee mirrored him unconsciously. "I’ve been investigating some shady arms deals recently."

"Do arm deals even register in Hub City?"

"They do when it’s a new supplier with tech powered by an all-new power source," Charlie said as he started tapping on the table and Renee leaned back to contemplate the information.

"Who’s the new player?" She asked

"I don’t know," he answered, pondering. "But I've heard Leblanc has insisted on a face to face meeting."

"When?" Renee asked.

"Tonight," Charlie said with a smirk. "You up for it, partner?"

She sighed. "A little forewarning would’ve been nice."

"Please," he tilted his head, amused. "I’m sure you packed everything you need for this and more."

"Still," Renee said though they both knew he was right.

A few hours later, they were laying in wait on the rooftop overlaying a dark, grimy alley that smelled vaguely of urine even so high up. They were both in their Question apparel, only the face mask being left off. 

"It’s been two hours already," Renee grumbled as she looked through the binoculars she’d brought. "Either your guy is late or the tip was bad."

"One would think you’d be more patient on stakeouts considering," Charlie piped up.

"One would be wrong," Renee answered as she turned to glare at the man who looked as unruffled as ever, the bastard. Then he perked up.

"Shhh," Charlie said and she turned back towards their query. 

Out of the shadows were coming a group of men looking armed and mean. 

"Leblanc & goons," Charlie said quietly and Renee looked down, as the guys spread out on one side of the Alley. They settled in place for a few minutes before settling down. It was calm again, but there was now a tension in the air.

Then, from the other end of the Alley walked in a lone man dressed in a black suit with a red bolo tie, his gray hair tied in a ponytail. 

"Gentlemen," he started affably. "What a pleasure it is to meet you at last."

"Masters," Leblanc answered. "You showed up."

"I’m a man of my word," the newly-dubbed-Masters said with a cold smile. "Am I to assume you are as well?"

"You’ll get your money once I get my shipment," the arms dealer answered.

"You have it," Masters answered glibly. 

Leblanc gave him a look and Masters smiled.

The arms dealer took out a phone and talked quietly in it for a few seconds before he snapped it close and turned towards Masters again.

"Would you look at that," Leblanc then said, "you really are a man of your word."

"As I said," the suited salt-and-pepper man deferred as he shrugged.

"Pity for you, I’m not," the arms dealer said with a smile, and Renee tensed but even as the goons raised their guns, Masters only sighed.

"What a shame," he said and then snapped his fingers. "Boys," he barked sharply. 

From the ground emerged a handful of giant neon green vultures wearing… were those fez hats?

Renee wasn’t the only one taken aback, as the goons stood gobsmacked for a second, and it was a second too long. As a group, the vultures all dove for the gun-toting goons and in a few seconds it was over.

Masters alone stood in the alley littered with still bodies. 

"I hate when my plans fall through," he muttered as he nudged one of the bodies laying on the floor. Then he continued, his voice pitched louder, "Make sure none of them remember about tonight."

One of the vulture straightened. "Will do, Boss."

"And get the ecto-guns back to the mansion," Masters added. 

The same vulture did a little salute before turning towards the other birds. "You heard the Boss, get to work!"

All the vultures scattered, with half of them flying off and the other half diving for the downed men, as they dove through them - no, Renee thought, it was more like they dove into them.

There were a few moments of stillness before all the birds flew right back out and then away to rejoin their flock.

"Where have the honest crooks gone," the man bemoaned to himself once he was alone once again, walking out of the alleyway. "This industry has gone to the dogs…"

As he disappeared from view, he was soon too far for Renee to catch his mutters and silence fell again.

After a few minutes, once she was sure they were alone, she turned to Charlie, with slightly wide eyes. "What the hell was that?"

"That," he answered with a gleam in his eyes, "is an excellent question."

[sleepypdng]

Average Guy 🩻

[lmk-askblog]

MAYOR ! MAYOR, HAVE YOU PLAYED THE NINTENDO WII? IF SO WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GAME?!??

☕️•Wii-ll find you Anon

I can not say that I have, but I saw a very interesting game in a store once, something about "brawling".

[bubblesbinxs]

Damien as F4 or F5 is a need

(Only if you feel inspired by it ofc ^^)

last one for tonight:3

[amazingdeadfish]

opinion on toxicinsanity? (if you don't know, it is the ship between mayor and syntax)

It's a silly ship! I quite like it- really funny how so many people latched onto it when their only interaction is Mayor killing Syntax but the way people make it work is just so interesting! What a terrible and toxic relationship these two would be in, but that's just part of its appeal!

Though, if you really do want my opinion: the only way I see toxic insanity happening is (given that they know each other prior to the canon interaction) is if Syntax, the mad scientist he is, craves to learn more about Mayor's everything, and the Mayor in response simply joining in for the ride. Finding Syntax's curiosity amusing.

[ask-lock-shock-and-barrel]

What do you guys do when you're not hanging out with each other?

5000 boxes gets me a new bike. -S

What do I do with 2500 boxes of Screamoas?-M

[askvenomswapthaniyel]

damn so its griefers fault? almost killed his own dad....

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

"HE'S NOT DEAD, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"