#so i guess that's something? anyway gamers give this post a like if you enjoyed

[itsjustdotsandcrosses]

Oh! I just realized I could post the Apothrika original poems here as well for archiving purposes and to get some thoughts down

Restating what I said in the discord, I have never claimed to be good at poetry. Garren's is the shortest but the one I'm most proud of, the one that attacked me visceraly.

Also, Azure's is an iteration of a type of poem I've been writing about her since before the new campaign. It may be lacking full context as far as Violet's backstory but it still works I think.

As for Mira's, I just like the idea that no matter how they circle around each other or how Violet might envy or admire that Mira can actually talk to people like a normal person, they are equal in the shadows as rogues and assassins.

And I wrote Violet's after she started interrogating and asking Garren about his magic. Something about the perceived hostility of needing to know everything about everyone. The fact that she grew up in an evil cult, it must take a whole lifetime to carve that evil out of yourself, how do you know how to live? You can never get that time back, can never get rid of that paranoia.

Anyway. Is it annoying to also tag everyone here? Well I guess who else am I posting this for, who am I fooling lol. I just miss you all, so here's your gift again @crossdressingdeath @gaylord1027 @highonkraken and @bryswyth too.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Hugest of sighs.

I really hate it when I can feel a special interest dying.

It's like watching something you've loved and put your everything into for however long get smaller and smaller in the distance. Until it disappears in a puff of smoke.

I can feel it happening with Dragon Age.

It's actually managed to hang on for a long time, so I guess I should just... wish it a fond farewell and let it go.

I was going to write a less acid filled version of my editorial critique/review about the gameplay preview to send to the devs, but why?

I don't get the kind of interaction I need on posts like my Dragon Age posts to help me keep the special interest alive.

The devs aren't going to listen to some internet rando like me if I did waste my time writing it. Not even if I'm actually a professional editor and this is in fact my job that I'm pretty good at.

They don't even toss me a heart on responses to their posts. And they probably wouldn't read it even if it did happen to make it through all the stuff they probably get on their feeds, anyway. Valuable professional editorial critique or not.

Before I stepped way back from social media I could easily get thousands of @ in a day. I know what they must be dealing with.

I have other things I should really be spending my time on.

Sadly, my special interest in Dragon Age has been on life-support since I saw the gameplay preview.

My DA gaming group has gone from a couple hundred people, most of whom weren't active, to waaaaay more people than I'm comfortable being social with. (I have since muted most of it and withdrawn from anything I'm just... not interested in anymore.)

I honestly feel the new look for Solas killed Solas for me. (Given I'm solavellan that's saying one hell of a lot.) For a bit there, I was hoping he'd grow on me. But apparently, I haven't been inoculated with that particular style of virulent mould yet. So it hasn't happened. Every time I saw a picture I just... cared a little less.

Where once I had the fires of a volcano inside my heart for this franchise, nothing but ash in a breeze remains.

It's always possible that something could happen to reignite my passion for it. It's happened a few times before for faded special interests. It could also be my depression talking and I'll feel completely different tomorrow. That's happened too. (So far hasn't happened in the threeish days since I wrote this. It's probably not the depression.)

But... After seeing that gameplay preview, and listening to the Q&A, and reading the Game Informer post... it may just be time to call Time of Death. As someone who loved the first three, and who absolutely marinated myself in the lore, I frankly feel betrayed. (I mean... Varric with a beard? Really? There were story significant reasons he did not, in fact, wear a beard, did they forget that? Like they forgot his bloody hair colour?)

So long, Dragon Age. It was fun while it lasted.

I truly do hope people enjoy the blathering posts I did about it when passion filled me.

I hope people truly do enjoy the new game. There's too little joy in this world and I hope with all my heart it gives you as much joy as you can handle. I'm just a little sad it won't for me. I'll always have the first three, which I do legitimately love to pieces.

I'm not even crying or upset. I just... don't care anymore.

From a professional standpoint, that's always a danger when you change a piece of media too much. There has to be a certain amount of continuity to it so it feels the same. Without that?

You lose obsessed people like me.

You lose the older gamers who loved what Dragon Age was.

And absolutely, yes, fiction does need to change. It's an integral part of the whole thing. If it doesn't change, if it doesn't adapt, it dies just as quickly as if it changes too much. I like to see change in media. It's needed in so many ways. Change can be hard to adapt to, of course. Or in some cases impossible. Shrugs.

There's a professional balance to these things. It wouldn't surprise me if I have a bit of savantism when it comes to editing and writing. I just seem to deeply understand how it all works in ways others rarely see. Looking at a novel or a game or a show from an editorial perspective is very much like looking at a 4d puzzle for me. I can instinctively see what works and what doesn't.

It's just that, in my honest professional opinion, they tried to change way too much to appeal to a different set of gamers than those of us who are a little older and have loved the feel of the first three games.

It's not the change itself I object to. I'm definitely not one of those people who thinks that DAO was the best DA ever. I've loved them all for different reasons. But they all still felt like Dragon Age. Even DA2, which a lot of people hate, still felt like a fantasy RPGish adventure. (I enjoyed it for what it was. I'd've liked to see what it could've been with more time, but for what it was, they did a great job and it was an enjoyable game).

DA4? From what we've seen so far, it doesn't even remotely feel like a fantasy RPGish adventure game. It feels like a cheap star wars/FFXIV/Fortnite knockoff designed for a much different type of gamer. (Which was actually confirmed by Epler in the Q&A. They did, in fact, design it more for younger players than those of us who have been waiting for it for however long.) Professionally, I believe that was a mistake that may cost them.

The darkspawn alone are a bloody travesty. WTAF are those things? And yes, I've seen the 'lore excuse' that it's the red lyrium making them look like bad halloween deco. I'd buy it if they were kinda spiky and had red lyrium growths and stuff like the red lyrium infected creatures in DAI. But it's like they forgot their own canon.

I dunno. It really just doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure that no matter how beautiful the backgrounds and some of the art they've just... lost me.

I guess I write these kinds of posts so others in the same boat as me know they aren't alone.

You aren't imagining it. While change is in fact good and necessary to a certain extent, they've changed it so much trying to appeal to a different market that it really doesn't feel even remotely like Dragon Age anymore.

[pttucker]

Aaaand we're done! \o/

Well... "done" in one sense of the word since I just did a very quick search and apparently there's like another 140 chapters of side stories and counting. Possibly post-epilogue stuff??? Didn't look too closely since I don't want too many spoilers if I can avoid it. I already saw one vague spoiler relating to 49% Dokja's side story. 😢😢😢

Though at least now with the main novel+epilogues finished all of the mysteries have been wrapped up (as far as I can remember).

I guess I'm still curious about the Library, but even if that's never touched upon in any side story chapters, I think I kinda get it with my theories and how he broke up into many, many different Dokjas and/or was two different Oldest Dreams?

Oh, and the stuff with Dokja & 1863's Sooyoung's blurry faces, I would have liked to have seen that resolved. There were mentions of Dokja slowly getting less blurry that were kinda glossed over but nothing concrete ever popped up for why his face was blurry or if/when it fully stopped being blurry? Unless I just missed some subtle thing?? Like I guess the epilogue did mention that Sooyoung had fun writing in stuff about him being the Ugly King but I don't think she made him ugly, that was just her memories of him?? Either way, poor Dokja. 😭

idk maybe I'm the only one obsessed with things like that. (I literally eventually started a separate section in my ORV Scrivener notes just for all the times Dokja's looks are mentioned in any way.) So maybe it just wasn't deemed important to "resolve"? Or, again, it was but I totally missed it.

Or maybe there's still something about the Library and his looks (and other mysteries I may not be currently remembering) in the additional 140+ chapters out there?

Unfortunately, English translations of Chapters 552+ don't all seem to be in one place, or at least I wasn't able to quickly find them in my first search. I'll keep looking, though. Might just have to cobble together the chapters one by one from various sources. If anyone happens to know where I could possibly find them...

Though I'm honestly not certain if I want to immediately jump into them or if I want to give it a moment to breathe. I actually am a little bit disappointed that I jumped right into the 40+ chapter epilogues right after finishing the main story since I feel like it stole some of the impact from him finding his two separate ■■.

Even if I was really happy to see how they continued living on in the system-less world and how Dokja felt after losing all of his companions to be Oldest Dream. Seriously you never get to see those sort of things after the "happy" ending.

And I did love seeing how it all tied back together with Sooyoung being the author and ORV itself being Dokja's story (which Sooyoung also wrote!) which in turn is our story and getting to see Secretive Plotter and the 999ths again and poor Joonghyuk just not knowing what to do with himself after losing his purpose as a protagonist and him and Sooyoung wanting to save their precious Dokja more than anything and both of them coming to understand Dokja better and so on and so forth.

But if nothing else, I do really want to finally read some fanfiction and otherwise engage with fandom now that the big mysteries are solved. And if I can make one final prediction it's going to be that the top fanfic is some kind of modern, no powers gamer AU or something. Because that's just how these fandoms seem to go. 😂

Anyway, I think it should be obvious from my many, many ORV posts but I really enjoyed the novel! I am very happy that so many things were so well foreshadowed, so much was so carefully planned, so many loose ends were tied up in a very satisfying manner, etc. It's very impressive for such a long, looooong story. I mean, just the fact that you could get inklings that something was up with Secretive Plotter before we even hit Chapter 100 yet not have the reveal come until much later is impressive just on its own.

I guess if I had one complaint it'd be that I didn't quite vibe with the whole "multiple walls to open the Final Wall" thing. Like, I totally was into the idea of Dokja's Fourth Wall being the largest fragment, and I actually thought that Jang Hayoung's wall was pretty clever since it's all about commenting/texting others when Jan Hayoung was created due to Dokja's comments.

But I'm not quite so into the Wall of Samsara and Wall That Divides Good and Evil. Like, I do get how they relate to the story, what with Dokja literally reincarnating into multiple worlds himself and the fact that a lot of Dokja's main theme was that he didn't nicely fit into a box of good or evil. I mean, his literal Modifiers are Demon King of Salvation and Watcher of Light and Darkness. Not to mention, Dokja went through a ton of the novel saying that just because they were evil in one turn doesn't mean they're evil in the next and vice versa, as well as the fact that the had companions on both sides of the spectrum.

So I'm not saying that they just came out of nowhere, but personally I find something to be a little off with them when compared to the other two walls? idk these are just my initial thoughts and I might feel completely different once I re-read the novel and can better appreciate things.

Which, speaking of, I'm debating with myself if I want to do the truly ridiculous thing and start this entire novel over right from the beginning in true Dokja fashion or if I want to be good and maybe give some other universe some love. I was looking at The World After The Fall but...uh...

Not to say that things with tiny fandoms aren't also good!!!

But it does make me kinda side-eye it a little and wonder if I shouldn't just read Solo Leveling...

...or read whatever side stories I can find, aaaaaalllllll the fanfic, and then read ORV all over again. 😂

We'll see.

FYI when I do start reacting to the side stories I think I'll use the tag "orv side story" if anyone wants to block it preemptively to avoid spoilers.

[hils79]

Hils Watches The King's Avatar - Ep 30

I am really glad Tumblr upped it's image limit per post from 10 to 30. Otherwise each episode would take about 3 posts for me to liveblog

ANYWAY

I still hate his dad but I am very much enjoying this One Excited Fan telling him how much his son means to people

Yes please do keep roasting Wei Chen for being old

I love him, but every time I look at him and I can't help but think of how @lynne-monstr described him as 'deadbeat gamer dad who went out to buy coke and never came back'. It's so perfect!

And his dad left as soon as they won. And now Ye Xiu is making the sad puppy face again. STOP MAKING HIM SAD.

If you wanted to tell your son that he's now welcome at home you could have actually talked to him instead of giving a house key to some random fan you met at the game. YOU MADE YE XIU SAD AGAIN.

Somehow Ye Xiu being sad is almost as bad as when Yifan is sad. LOOK AT HIS FACE

YOU MADE HIM CRY AGAIN

Look, this is just the way sports fans are. I've seen comments like this plenty of times in hockey.

Baozi is such a himbo I adore him

I love that while Baozi is running his mouth the girls are canoodling and Ye Xiu is keeping Baozi's boyfriends company

Okay, sports fans are like that but they are generally not like THAT. What the fuck?

Oh come on, don't feed the trolls

LMAO they're all guessing what lesson he wants to teach them and Ye Xiu is just like 'I wanted us to eat cake'

More athletes and idols should say this. "I'm grateful for the support but I do this because I like it and I'm good at it and it means something personal to me."

[linawritesocs]

austin's union birthday ssr vignette + art!

finally some content with lina's twst ocs?? :O

shjdjskdkd i still love my twst kids! i'm just not sure what to do with them currently and twst is not really my main interest right now.

also, i kinda wanna mention that i'm.. uh.. i guess you could say that i'm proud of my twst ocs' growth and development? :'D like, yes, some of them definitely still have some things to work on, but i think that one of the reasons why i don't know what to do with them is because they kinda feel like completely different people to me now? like vance doesn't break the fourth wall that often anymore and even finds that old habit of his weird, avery is a bit more honest with his emotions now and i think i've managed to show that he's a little softer now in his birthday vignette, riley is starting to show that he actually wants more attention, just from one specific person which is allen, etc. tbh that one post about their third year/graduated versions made me want to draw and write them as their older versions starting from now? i don't want them to stay the same forever like canon characters, haha.

anyway, here's the vignette! and because this is a union birthday vignette, seth won't be the one interviewing austin, we have a special guest this time <3

[ part 1 ]

[ ignihyde dorm lounge - birthday venue ]

austin: "ugh.. do i really have to do this?"

austin: "this is so embarrassing.. no, of course, i love the attention, but still.."

austin: "also, i wonder who was chosen to be my presenter."

austin: "i sure hope it's not mer-"

???: AUSTIN-SENPAAAAAIIIII!!

austin: ...

austin: "are you kidding me right now?.."

vance: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

austin: .. can i leave?

vance: ahaha, you know you can't leave. it's your birthday party, after all.

austin: well, that's it, the party's over. it's over because i said so.

vance: but i feel like the party's just getting started!

austin: *sighs* anyway, you're my presenter, right?

vance: *nods* yep! it's a great honor to be the one getting a present for you, austin-senpai!

austin: .. i'm a little scared.

vance: okay, let's see what i got for you. i don't know if you're a gamer like me, but you're, like, obsessed with technology and you're also an ignihyde student, so..

vance: here, i got this cool game for you!

vance: well, it's not really something i would play, but..

vance: for some reason, when i saw it, i felt like this is something that you would like a lot.

austin: ...

vance: .. austin-senpai?

vance: d-do you like it?

vance: i-if you don't, i'll just take it and p-play it myself!..

austin: .. hey, vance, why exactly did you choose this game for me?

vance: i don't know. again, i felt like this is something you'd be into.

vance: look, i know that a game about magical girls doesn't look like something you would like..

austin: did merrill tell you anything?

vance: um, no?? why would he tell me anything about your interests?

vance: though you two look like you're really close.

austin: why, is it because we're from the same dorm?

austin: well.. uh, thank you, i guess.

vance: wait, wait, before you thank me, tell me: do you like it?

vance: i refuse to give it to you until i hear that you really do like it.

austin: huh? what's the point of doing that?

austin: you've bought this for me, i have not choice but to accept it-

vance: because it won't be fun if it turns out that you actually don't like it.

vance: birthdays are all about fun and getting presents that you've always wanted to get! and if you don't like my present..

vance: that simply means that it's my fault for giving you something that you don't want and don't need.

vance: it's fine, i'll just restart and get something better, haha!..

vance: .. oh no, i'm doing this again.

austin: i do like it though.

vance: huh??

vance: you- you like games like this, austin-senpai??

austin: well, i'm not really into games, i'm more of an anime guy-

austin: i-i mean, it does look like something i'd enjoy playing.

austin: so yeah, give it to me. it's mine now.

vance: sure.. but austin-senpai, do you really mean it? do you actually like my present?

austin: .. y-yes.

austin: listen, it just looks cute- cool, i mean, cool!

vance: i see.. well, i'm glad to hear that!

vance: because, to be honest, if it turned out that you didn't like it and i had to play it myself.. i'd rather die, this game looks so boring.

vance: and what's with this art style? ugh, this game looks like it's made for little girls or something.

austin: .. can we just start the interview already?

[ part 2 ]

vance: okay, okay, let's see what questions i have here~

vance: here's the first one!

vance: "if you had to pick someone to be on a deserted island with, who would you choose?"

vance: oh, your dormmates don't count, by the way!

austin: i wouldn't even think of bringing someone from ignihyde with me anyway.

vance: huh? why? i thought you were close with other ignihyde students..

austin: most of them don't even understand what they're talking about or they're just boring to listen to.

austin: or they're just gamers-

austin: uh.. no offense.

vance: haha, no, i get it, i get it.

vance: you're kinda right though, i can't imagine any ignihyde students being able to survive on a deserted island.

vance: so, who would you choose?

austin: uh, let me think..

austin: honestly, i think i'd be fine without anyone's help-

vance: i knew you would say that, but you still have to answer!

austin: really, i think i would do great without other students! you know, i'm used to doing things without magic-

vance: yes, but austin-senpai, don't you think your talent wouldn't really matter in a place like that?

austin: what do you mean?

vance: sure, maybe you're good at fixing, building and coming up with all those machines and mechanisms and all that stuff..

vance: but how are you going to do all that on a deserted island?

vance: i also doubt that you'd have everything you might need with you too.

austin: ...

austin: f-fine. maybe i actually could use some help.

vance: yes, you're making progress! i'm so proud of you!

austin: why are you proud of me?..

vance: because not all people are brave enough to admit that they need help!

vance: i.. know that well.

vance: so, what is your answer?

austin: .. i have a feeling that you're gonna kill me for this.

vance: haha, why? i won't judge you and i definitely won't kill-

austin: i think i would go with riley.

vance: ...

vance: hey, austin-senpai, do you mind if i just take your present and beat you with it?

austin: didn't you just say that you won't try to kill me??

vance: oh, i won't kill you, i just want you to understand that you made a wrong-

vance: .. is it just me, or i'm acting just like a certain rsa student right now?

austin: i don't know who you're talking about, but i'm gonna agree just in case.

vance: haha, anyway! why did you choose riley-kun?

vance: be very careful of what you say, austin-senpai.

austin: uh..

austin: listen, this guy is a savanaclaw student. he also carries a bat with him, like, all the time.

austin: he's surprisingly strong, even though he doesn't look like it.

austin: he's also very good at controlling his emotions and i'm.. well, i hate to say it, but i'm not exactly good at that.

vance: ahaha, yeah, you're so scary sometimes, austin-senpai!

vance: so, this is why you would take riley-kun with you?

austin: what, did you expect a different answer?

vance: haha, no, of course i didn't!

austin: then why do you have a knife-

vance: oh, i just wanted to cut a piece of cake for you! sadly, i can't try it myself.. but i'm sure you will love it!

austin: "i'm pretty sure you're the scarier one, vance."

[ part 3 ]

vance: okay, next question!

vance: "if you were to transfer into another dormitory besides ignihyde, which one would you choose?"

austin: i'm still not over that dorm exchange program and you decide to ask me this?

vance: haha, well, i wasn't the one who came up with these questions..

vance: i don't know, maybe it will happen again, but this time they will actually send us to the dorms that we like.

vance: i'm not complaining though, last time it happened they sent me to ignihyde and it was so fun!

austin: yeah, fun for you.

vance: i wouldn't mind transferring to octavinelle too, their aesthetic is so cool!

vance: hehe, i wonder how i'd look in their dorm uniform~

vance: wait, wait, you're the one who's supposed to answer the question!

vance: so, what's your answer?

austin: .. i don't know actually.

austin: like, i don't know, i really hate most ignihyde students..

austin: but i can't imagine myself liking other dorms either.

vance: hm.. is it okay if i ask why you feel this way, austin-senpai?

vance: is it because you're an introverted person? or maybe you're just scared that people won't like you?

austin: hey, i can't say that ignihyde students like me that much.

austin: i mean, yeah, i'm sure popular, but it's only because of my talent.

austin: and of course, they should be grateful for being in the same dorm as me!..

austin: .. but i don't think i would be that popular in other dorms.

austin: technology really is my whole thing.

vance: hmm..

vance: ah, i know! austin-senpai, do you have any other interests besides technology?

austin: i do, but.. all of them still sound like something ignihyde students would like.

vance: oh..

vance: then.. what would you want your perfect dorm to be like?

austin: i guess it would be nice to be popular, but also be able to spend some time alone.

austin: i want people to recognize me for my talents and appreciate what i do for them, but also i don't want them to be annoying about it, you know what i mean?

austin: "though i don't really mind that kind of attention sometimes.."

vance: hm.. yeah, i think scarabia would be a bit too overwhelming for you.

vance: i can't imagine you being popular in pomefiore or savanaclaw either..

vance: hey, austin-senpai, what about heartslabyul? would you like to transfer there?

austin: no, thanks. i don't want to memorize all those rules that your dorm leader loves so much.

vance: haha, understandable.

vance: .. for some reason, i feel like diasomnia would be a good dorm for you. you just have that vibe, you know?

austin: !

austin: you mean.. a dorm filled with fae students and powerful magic users?

vance: yeah. sure, you're not a fae, but..

vance: you are very talented, austin-senpai. i'm sure diasomnia students would find you interesting.

vance: i can imagine you getting along with some of them too.

austin: .. you just picked diasomnia because i look intimidating, right?

vance: yes.

austin: .. *laughs*

austin: fine, sure, i'll go with diasomnia. i don't really know what else to say anyway.

vance: yay! oh, by the way, it's time for your "gift of good fortune"!

austin: huh, already?

austin: what kind of interview is this? it had only two questions-

vance: again, austin-senpai, i wasn't the one who came up with all this!

vance: anyway, are you ready?

austin: .. i guess?

austin: just do it already, but don't let anyone else see it.

vance: haha, okay, okay!

vance: happy birthday, austin-senpai!

[lukewarmkraftsingle]

hello, tumblr user adekuscrub.  i am the anon who sent you the ask about reigen's divorce.

i would firstly like to apologize for the demeanor of my previous ask: from what xkit tells me, it was 27 minutes after the ball dropped for new years and i was facing my most cathartic experience yet.  following a dream where i was in love with reigen (note: i am aroace), i fell madly obsessed with mp100 and was desperately searching the tags, posting like a kpop girl and her bias. in that sudden delirium (where i was also screaming silently in a discord voice call), i had stumbled upon a fateful video.

if it was any other night, im certain i would give a good chuckle, queue, and move on. but it was not that night. i was absolutely taken. even now, as i think of what to say next, i am replaying the video in another tab because it tickles me so. im going to leave it on loop now. anyways, as you might have guessed: your video had sent me into a frenzied state of dire need.

surprisingly, i didnt have any of the questions you delved into. i believe the mere idea of reigen, a 29-year-old man, being wrecked by divorce and now raising a 14-year-old teenager, was enough to launch my brain into the stratosphere. as i recall, the feeling was akin to being High As Hell and discovering birds can fit in your mouth. (small birds, anyway. im not sure someone can fit an eagle). all i needed was context, information, anything that could add into the brand new fantasy my mind had begun to leech on.

and, as i had asked, you delivered. i greatly enjoyed the screenshots, by the way. and the cat ears gamer headset reigen rendition. i have saved that image to my photos folder for my private enjoyment. i am grateful for the response, as it has brought me several fits of giggles and satisfaction to my mp100-riddled mind. and now, after three unnecessary asks (my apologies. i know its a lot), i will go into my own commentary on the mp100 divorced au.

Of course hes gay. Why wouldn’t he be? as a serirei fan myself, i imagine the ultimate continuation of reigen’s disastrous love life would be finding comfort in his anxiety-riddled employee/business partner (i feel like they addressed his title in the reigen spinoff, but i cannot remember at the moment).  in this same line, yes, it would be difficult imagining reigen married to a woman.  but, as you have already addressed, this is an alternative universe of our own making.  more so, this is a story of discovering oneself through messy trial and error. course, i dont think hes actually been through several divorces, as “trial and error” implies. just the one.

as for with whom: i didnt know what a ‘lavender wedding’ was either, but found it entertaining all the same. i imagine they would have met at reigen’s old job, maybe bonding over similar feelings of loneliness. and maybe the divorce is what lead reigen to quitting said job. something like a not-so-midlife midlife crisis. but, as i mentioned, i enjoy the theme of self discovery. this reasoning is also why i cannot bring myself to entertain the ‘ex-husband from reigen spinoff’ pipeline, because it would the same thing.  sorry, gays.

unfortunately, this has brought me into a rut, because i cannot for the life of me think of an identity for our mysterious ex wife.  i suppose the ex-coworker idea would work. if it means going into my tastes, her lesbianism would get retconned.  though now that i think about it, who said she had to be a lesbian during their marriage? maybe she went into self-discovery, too.  yes, i think i like this idea more.  it would bring up the possibility of an epilogue, a rehashing of old dirt and patching up sore feelings.  maybe a friendship shaped from divorce.  i dont know.

to end this dialogue (as i am suddenly aware that the google doc is nearing 800 words), however or whoever reigen settled this divorce with is up to viewers discretion, of course.  i find more enjoyment in the emotions reigen would experience post-divorce.  how would it feel, knowing your confidant wouldnt, couldnt, accept such an integral piece of you?  how would that loneliness sink into you, as you struggle to find another partner who stand to be near you, much less deal with your lies and fakeouts?  you want to be someone, but nobody wants you to be that person, their person.  its sweetly disgusting how these thoughts swirl in my head.  i guess i just like to push this guy’s buttons.

my apologies. i meant to end it there, but i went on another tangent instead. either way, i hope my thoughts brings you something to consider.  you probably werent expecting a letter.  and im sure some of these thoughts were a bit irrelevant… nonetheless! i open my sincere feelings to you, spurred by passion, delirium, and some sort of disease in my little head. thank you so much for reading, if you ever got to this point.  feel free to respond at your leisure.

p.s. you might be wondering why im speaking like this. you see, your reply was a surprise to me: it held the cadence of some sort of indie author receiving their first fan letter, passionate and inquisitive. have you ever watched a film or video with an accent or way or speaking, and, whether by accident or on purpose, you adopt said accent? you could say this was what happened. because no i dont normally write like this. Also i love that ACNL track; it brings fond memories.

[the previous ask. for posterity. what can i say. i like to be thorough]

thanks for the follow-up! the situation unfolds. this was received in a similar manner to the previous one, first thing in the morning, but much earlier, i must admit. as the invigoration of the holidays fades from view, unfortunately, i am being reminded that i have items that i am responsible for, and life is slowly fitting itself back into the typical slog. lovely way to begin such a day, however! that little blue dot on my inbox was as a freshly received, carefully sealed letter which i could not wait to simply tear into. an excellent letter indeed, the sort that i want to read many times over and fully soak in. unfortunately, i am quite bad with envelopes. i can never get a clean peel, or tear across the top, without the entire thing going into little pieces. it's a bit of a weak point for me, but i am too stubborn to use a letter opener. i suppose it doesn't matter. the envelope is not as important as the contents, and you have certainly given me some contents. truly, the envelope icon is a lovely skeuomorph.

enough of that, though. i am absolutely floored. this is all i ever could have hoped for in response. i will attempt to address things in an orderly fashion.

i understand your frenzied circumstances, certainly. it reminds me somewhat of how i felt after i watched mob psycho. well. it reminds me a bit too much of how i watched mob psycho.

this needs to be approached as i approached it. i am not an anime watcher. certainly not. i have dabbled previously, but not with any depth. it's not an uncommon thing on the internet, especially when you have friends who are into anime. the most i had seen was some of my hero academia, some of ouran high school, and the game theory ddlc videos, which may or may not count as anime. i am not a man of anime experience. however, i am a man of mishandling television.

please ignore the current state of my profile. a recent development. it doesn't matter. my profile picture was certainly not reigen at the time.

this is a message sent moments before disaster. and the verdict?

all within 6 days. it's not a terribly long show. could have been worse, yes?

but oh. i have now remembered. i have repeatedly neglected to clear my browser history. for months. many other things stuck in a similar purgatory. it's fine. it provides me with information such as this:

(not to worry. all watched for free, so subbed at the time, with the most powerful ad-blocker known to man, mind you. this is a screenshot of firefox history, okay, and those blocker things run like crazy. my ad-blocker does not mess around.)

started september twenty-third at 9:11 pm, ended on september twenty-fourth at 4:19 pm. all within less than twenty-four hours. i feels as though we are taking part in some sort of mental illness competition. no one is winning. and i say this with affection.

i shortly after dragged gf into this, and we both watched to the end of season 3, through, ah, let's say, alternate means. lovely. and mob psycho is now my go-to thing that i absolutely will not shut up about. my divorce musings should be sufficient proof.

i can't say that it was driven by any sorts of uh. dreams. as yours was that night. but my god. what a way to kick off the new year for you. that is just. i don't even know what to do with that information. i simply need to take it in, over and over. what a couple of paragraphs. what a description. i love it.

i am glad that the cat ear headphones reigen has been well-appreciated. i suppose i only have one other tidbit to add about that image: they are based on a pair i had myself when i was younger. a dearly beloved pair of headphones. i have since misplaced them. they are not fully lost, simply lying in wait, in the depths of some sort of storage area type of situation. the sort of thing you find when you decide to re-organize your room one day.

well. i could elaborate a bit more. there are, in fact, more mspaint drawings.

here is one based on the artful combination of my old discord status and picture, and

here is one that gf used as a profile picture! matching profile pictures! adorable. hers changed shortly after mine did. we were both holding out to see who would change first. an unspoken war. i lost to that one piece of art for the show, made for the urban legends episode, i believe. the one that is in the screenshots from the last post. but how could i not? it is such a beautiful image. to me. i love it dearly. as to avoid repeating myself, i have left some Normal tags on a post containing it, if you are inclined to dig a bit for them.

i am glad that you have garnered such enjoyment from my video, though. personally, when i make something like that, i'll open up my videos folder occasionally and watch it a few times over. that happened more with the video i made for the last response, though. i quite like the feel of that one. i just end up being entirely too pleased with my own silly videos.

a handful of my postings betray a similar appreciation for gay business men. this is the clear follow-up to divorce in my mind. and as i recall from the reigen manga, there was an addressing of Serizawa's title: i believe that it is officially "my man," of course, the highest honor an employee can be given. incredible.

(i know what you are actually referring to, but i do not have the actual part on hand, terribly sorry.)

i do appreciate your placement of self-discovery and trial and error as a vital point for all of this, and as it has brought me to further thoughts. i would like to elaborate on that a bit more in tandem with societal expectations, all while getting vaguely personal, as that is the only way i can think clearly to properly get my ideas across.

like most, i would venture to say, i have lived a very large portion of my life in an environment where heterosexuality was very much the standard situation. a place where any sorts of marriages followed by gayness-induced divorces or lavender weddings would be born. my younger years were filled with a specific idea of what an "attractive person" should be, how "crushes" should happen in pre-teen through teenage years, and other items along those lines. i figure these typical standards are familiar. for myself, they birthed a sort of good ol' 'merican suburbia-induced conundrum. out of an unshakable and then unidentifiable confusion from these standards, i shut myself out of entertaining any sort of thoughts of relationships outside of platonic ones, and, to a degree, i found comfort in aroace labels as i learned those terms, simply because i did not experience attraction in the ways that people around me were peddling. for myself, my distaste for such things was not born of a very healthy place. being the young and generally introverted person i was, i found it much easier to shut out anything romantic, rather than partaking in any sort of aggressive generic heterosexuality, as a certain divorced au man may have. that man interacts with complete strangers so much. it scares my poor, fragile, introverted heart.

do not be mistaken. i deeply respect the Aroace Grind, dearest anonymous tumblr person, my belovèd. i impart my blessings unto you. may your lack of such attractions be born of the beauty of self-acceptance. i wish you the best in whatever Degree of Not Being Romantically Attracted to Reigen Arataka you partake in outside of the world of dreams. keep it real. etcetera.

anyway. i do not remember if there was ever one deciding moment, but i gradually started to realize through some amount of reflection and experience that i did have desires for romance and other sorts of things that follow, but not on the "typical" terms. and it was certainly a long process of self-discovery for me. in fact, it was only a couple of months ago that i thought slightly more than what would be normal about a side character in a television show who did not match the typical image of Hyper Attractive Male Actor, thought about it a bit harder, then realized that i, traditionally not a man, have successfully been duped by male beauty standards for my entire life. this is my official announcement. i do not care for famous men alarmingly toned 6 foot tall jawline whatever. memories of my mother and old school acquaintances talking about actors following that description being attractive rush to my mind. unfortunate circumstances. but i am allowed a bit of heterosexuality. as a treat.

i do not know if you have had similar experiences in coming to understand yourself, dearest anonymous person, but that is the story i have generated to understand myself. i am quite a fan of narratives that allow me to compartmentalize my own mental processes. and thus, it is how i have come to think about divorced au. reigen, raised around similar expectations, figured that as an adult man, he should be in a typical heterosexual marriage. i think this fits in with what little knowledge we have of his family, mostly from the recent fanbook. they all seem to want him to have a "normal" life, and maybe they quit talking altogether after the divorce. although there is some hope, as he does want to rekindle that relationship. the true reasons for the marriage and depth of awareness of other sorts of attractions are up for interpretation, as i am not offering anything terribly concrete, but my thinking about divorced au comes from my own experiences of suppression, trial, and frequent error.

is it okay if i come up for air for a moment? a brief moment of self-awareness? because this was born of a complete one-off stupid video i made in maybe an hour max from idea to completion. and i'm now projecting my own problems and insecurities onto it. what the hell. actually what the hell. what am i even doing man. i have other ideas about mob psycho characters, hell, i have an au idea that i have been obsessing over born of personal experiences first (i might be tempted to go into that at some point too who knows), but the divorced au is the one that gets thousands of words???? the divorced au????? the one that's only out there because i made funy mob drawing???????????? anon person i am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you back and forth like some kinda cartoon character

anyway. enough of that. enough of the hater part of my brain. i'm having too much fun with this.

bringing up the fanbook has brought another thought to mind: one of the major parts that was hyped up for it was information about reigen's past love life, which, in beautiful reigen fashion, was a showstopping display of dodging the question entirely. if the man is divorced au, it could be a touchy subject, or a situation too complicated to explain. it gives off that very generic perception of heterosexual romance.

i appreciate that you've also fit in some of the themes straight from the show shockingly well. that really stands out in the part where you're talking about how reigen would take it. his struggles with loneliness, with his family's expectations, his other side especially, taking into account his conversation with mob in the finale. feeling unwanted. he may already be a bit more than 16% divorced in vibes. i don't even have anything to add to that, i love how you put it.

straying completely and entirely from the mob psycho discussion, your noting of my tone completely and fully warms my heart, truly. i think it's strange that we tend to do that, pick up on how other people speak. personally, my vocabulary has certainly been completely wrecked by reading a large amount of books when i was younger and a vast quantity of stupid posts on the internet. always glad to be writing things for fun, though. i see it as a sort of puzzle. i enjoy finding the exact words i want to use and meshing them together to flow from one sentence to the next, ensuring that i don't repeat too many as to maintain healthy variety, and frequently re-reading parts to convey my ideas as clearly as i can, even if they still end up mildly incoherent and silly - such a roadblock is inevitable in considering divorced au. i get myself into a certain mood when i want to explain something, and it is electrifying, especially when i do it out loud. i am usually an incredibly timid speaker, reserving myself to only a handful of words at a time and letting other people lead in conversation, but once i feel comfortable and reach a place where i have knowledge and ideas to provide, the cadence of my speaking quickens, i give more thought to the arrangements of my words, my voice reaches the height of its volume and full timbre, and i feel as though i could just talk for hours. it is definitely one of my favorite feelings. i still keep my usual stutterings, but rather than dwelling on them, i find myself gliding over them as i do in performing music; a finger slips, but i continue to the next phrase all the same.

that type of speaking does not translate over exactly to my typing, but when i begin typing anything with great length, i fall into a similar style. for myself, this sort of tone is typically reserved for writing in more professional or academic settings, but occasionally, i offer myself the opportunity to splurge on a silly idea or a niche passion, and it restores my soul, in a way. it places me in that mood where i could go on for hours. of course, if i am writing something in a different setting, it does contain capitalization, but outside of that, i'm really not a capitals kinda guy. i am a huge advocate of attempting to type as speech, generally, especially while texting, and my voice simply isn't that poignant, i suppose. the google dictionary claims that my usage of "poignant" is both archaic and metaphorical, but i do not particularly care.

i meant to add the profile picture, but i didn't want to cut into the pace of my writing. here it is. in all its mspaint glory. whatever sort of conversation led up to it was absolutely, definitely, mind-numbingly stupid. it's fine.

and to wrap it up, once again, i feel the need to reiterate, this is the most incredible response i could ever receive from my ramblings. the most incredible.

oh. let me go ahead and stick the second ask into here too, for the sake of brevity:

much appreciated! god has given me very limited knowledge of html, and i will use it to create a barely functioning hodgepodge of a blog. i hope they're okay with that. gf doesn't like it. i think she just fears my power. my favorite detail is resizing the window. almost everything is decently configured for that.

i hope this addresses your concerns, and maybe adds on some new ones, too!

[randomboo256]

Crash Bandicoot: N. Sane Trilogy (2017) Review [Part Two]

[This review is the second part of a larger Crash Bandicoot: N Sane Trilogy review. Please read Part One first]

Crash Bandicoot (N. Sane Version)

In my opinion, this version of Crash Bandicoot sucks. The trilogy gave Crash a much heavier jump and changed his hitboxes to make his jumping way less reliable. Levels that were fairly easy in the original such as Road to Nowhere became way harder when basic jumping and landing on platforms became far less consistent. Essentially, Crash has a pill shaped hitbox that’ll make him slip off platforms if you’re too close to the edge of it. This effectively made every platform in the game slightly smaller and made every jump have slightly less room for error. When combined with the heavier jumps and a game that's designed as deliberately as this one, the remaster just makes the game much less enjoyable to play in my opinion. That’s not to say the remaster has NO benefits, as it fixed the save system, made Stormy Ascent easier to access, and it made 100% easier by letting you see box totals and saving broken boxes with checkpoints, allowing you to die but still get the gem. So there are reasons to play the remaster instead, and if you own the remaster and haven’t played it yet, it’s still a decent way to play this game. However in my opinion, the pros don’t outweigh the cons. On a final note for the remaster, I’ll add that if you’re someone who played the remastered version of this game and didn’t like it, try the original. I hated the remaster when I first played it and I ended up loving the original.

Speaking of Stormy Ascent, that was a level that was cut from the original for being too hard. You could still play it with a Gameshark code however. I’ve played it. It was long and hard with some spaced out checkpoints, but it wasn’t too bad. I enjoyed the challenge. On the ORIGINAL, that is. On the remake I spent like an hour and 70 lives dying over and over, while I only died like 10 times in the original game. The remake had more checkpoints in that level too, and it was still way harder! Even Vicarious Visions knows that they made the jumping a lot harder because they acknowledged that in a blog post. Remember when this remaster came out and the Gamers™ called everyone “fake gamers” who complained about the difficulty? Remember how they were like “Oh, back in my day these games were even harder!” Well guess what? They weren’t. They were a lot easier, in fact. 

Anyway on to Crash 2.

Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back (N. Sane Version) 

Crash 2 has a lot of the same changes as Crash 1. It has the bad hitboxes and it has the inaccurate jumping, however this time around it’s different. You see, all three games in the trilogy are based off of Crash 3. In case you forgot, Crash 1 had a light jump, Crash 2 had a heavy jump, and Crash 3 had something in between. Crash 2’s jump was too heavy, so switching to Crash 3 was an improvement. Also, Crash 2 and 3’s jumps were both balanced around the slide jump, a high and floaty jump that basically replaces the normal jump button in a lot of places. The slide jump is basically a souped-up version of Crash 1’s normal jump, but for Crash 2 and 3. With the precise slide jump, getting around the garbage hitboxes is a ton easier. It also ends up making Crash 1 feel like the heaviest game in the trilogy, when it was originally the opposite. 

That begs the question: Why didn’t they add the slide to Crash 1? If they would’ve done that, the game would’ve been sooo much better. I understand that it would be less accurate to some extent, but how about this: Only give Coco the slide in Crash 1. In this remaster, you can choose to unlock Coco in any of the games. Like, literally choose. They give you an option. However Coco plays no differently, despite being canonically from the future (it’s not explained). Specifically Crash 3. So wouldn't it make sense for her to have moves from future games? Hell, while you’re at it: Give Coco the double jump and crash dash from the start in all three games. Coco would essentially be an easier option either for people struggling or just people who want to mix things up with moves from later Crash games in Crash 2 and 3. I think that would’ve been brilliant.

Oh anyway, yeah Crash 2 remake was ok. Overall I’d say between the better gravity and worse hitboxes it balances out to being equal with the original. They also improved the jetpack controls somewhat, but not by a lot. Anyway now for Crash 3.

Crash Bandicoot 3: Warped

Still refusing to just call it Crash Bandicoot: Warped. Anyway Crash 3 wasn’t half bad. Firstly, the enhanced moveset completely corrects the bad hitboxes. The hitboxes are still bad, but you won’t be able to casually notice. Also the core jumping gameplay was designed around 3 from the get go, so the platforming levels in this game are basically identical. As for the vehicle levels, well let’s go down the list.

Scuba levels: They’re the same. They still suck.

Jet Ski levels: They control a bit worse. They’re a lot less precise and feel more like a real jet ski. Honestly though, I think they’re better. The original jet ski levels were way too easy and became boring. The less precise and more realistic controls actually end up improving these levels.

Motorcycle levels: They control a lot worse, and this time that’s a bad thing. The motorcycle has awful handling and now requires you to break and come to a complete stop at times just to make certain turns. This certainly isn’t CTR I’ll say that much.

Airplane levels: These levels were a pain in the ass in the originals, but now they’re just fine. Your plane no longer snaps back to center position which makes aiming soo much easier. It’s honestly too easy now. These levels are effortless for late game stages.

Things like airplane levels are also enhanced by the new analog stick support. The original Playstation controller didn’t have dual sticks, so a lot of PS1 games didn’t have analog input, including the Crash trilogy. Or at least, THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT!! Turns out Crash 2, 3, and CTR all natively support full analog input on the original Playstation. I found this out after I beat the games already. I guess I just never tried hitting the analog button in Crash 2 or 3. I feel like such a dumbass. Oh, and if you’re wondering Crash 3 PS1’s airplane levels do play nicer on analog sticks. They still aren’t good, but you can aim a lot easier with the more precise analog inputs.

Crash 3 also introduced a brand new level: Future Tense. Originally, Crash N. Sane Trilogy was a PS4 exclusive. However a year later it was released on all platforms. To celebrate that release, they added a new level to the game. Future Tense is designed to be the hardest Crash 3 level and is supposed to be that game’s version of Stormy Ascent. However, it wasn’t very hard for me. It was a bit more difficult than the average level I suppose, but not by much honestly. It was a very fun level though. Probably the best level in the N. Sane Trilogy, and that’s probably because it was actually designed with the N. Sane Trilogy in mind.

In conclusion, Crash 3 N. Sane was an improvement overall. The only real downgrade was the motorcycle levels. As for the N. Sane Trilogy in general, it was ok I guess. Other than Crash 1, the trilogy versions of these games are pretty interchangeable with the original versions to me. However, the original trilogy wasn’t the only thing that got remade...

[To be continued...]

[sailxrmxrs]

i hadn't written for bloomic in a hot sec and the first one back was onionthief? ignore that this is being posted after quest djskgls. anyway it is onion boy's birthday so therefore today u are all onion enjoyers bc them's the rules. in celebration have something from the dusty corners of my brain bc onion deserves a little happy as a treat. also bc it gives me an excuse to write bloomic fic again hehe. is this also a little self indulgent bc i want more soft onion content? oh most definitely but that's basically my entire tumblr at this point lmao. and now i guess i go hibernate until quest's birthday goodbye gamers and enjoy the cute onion vibes.

Onion always found this time of year to be his favourite. The passing of summer meant long gone were the painfully hot days and in their place was a persistent breeze that left the tip of his nose and ears permanently flushed a slight tinge of pink from the cold. But he gladly took the chill over humid days stuck inside while working on some summer college project. As the autumn weather crept closer, he felt far more at home. It also happened to be the same time as his birthday, an occasion that Onion was not overly fond of. It wasn't that he disliked the day or what it signified, but he also didn't particularly care about it either. Every year was the same routine, go home to visit his family, eat enough cake to leave him so tired of it that he wouldn't want another slice until his birthday the following year, and then he'd take himself off to his room to finish work for his upcoming semester classes. This year he'd expected to be no different until a certain someone had found their way into the Blooming Panic server he'd also frequented in the last few years. Meeting you had altered many things in Onion's life, his priorities suddenly shifting the closer the two of you became. It took him some getting used to, sharing so much of himself with another. But as his birthday neared, Onion was coarsing with an excitement like no other he'd felt at this time of year.

Due to an unfortunate class schedule, he'd had to delay plans of going home to spend time with his family. It wasn't ideal, but he knew he could cope with the change when he made plans to spend the night on a call with you. After all, what better way to celebrate his birthday than with the person he cares for most? Throughout the entire day he operated on what felt like sheer muscle memory. His mind was elsewhere, drifting away to thoughts of you when he really should have been taking notes. One day of inattention was worth it. But what had started as pure, unadulterated excitement and anticipation soon became restless concern. By now he usually would've seen a message or two displayed on his phone of you sharing what you'd eaten for lunch that day or a photo of you spending time with a friend. Those frequent daily updates were what kept Onion motivated throughout the day—little reminders of affection to combat the physical distance that impeded your relationship. He noticed their absence like a gaping hole in his chest. What started as occasional glances became frequent scrolling of any place you might message, just in case he'd missed something. That was, until the professor noticed his blatant distraction and directly called upon him to pay more attention. Onion's face turned bright red as he pocketed the phone, adamant he wouldn't look until the end of the day. Maybe you were just busy. Or your phone had ran out of battery because you'd forgotten to charge it the night before. While unlikely, these things did happen. And that thought was the only string of thread holding him back from imagining far worse scenarios.

The remainder of the day passed by in a blur, Onion's thoughts half on his classes and half drifting elsewhere, wondering what you might be doing. He hated how clingy he felt, silently willing his phone to buzz with a new message. But every time it happened and he lunged to look at the screen, disappointment would mar his features when he saw yet another ridiculous message from Nightowl or Xyx. The two, it seemed, had been scheming of all the ways they could bother Onion on his birthday. Any other day he would entertain them both with snarky replies and teasing quips but today his heart just wasn't in it. Truthfully all he wanted at this point was to get home and let himself wallow in uncharacteristic self pity for an hour before calling his family and going to bed. His journey home was uneventful as the rest of the day had been, weariness tugging on Onion's limbs as he finally made it past the threshold of his apartment door; his shoes and jacket were gone in an instant, the bag of textbooks dumped unceremoniously on the floor as he made a beeline for his bedroom. He was lying with his face buried in a pillow when his phone buzzed once more in his pocket with incoming birthday messages from the server members, all excited and asking about his plans. Onion scrolled through and sent half-hearted replies, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth when he saw you weren't online and that you hadn't been online all day. He knew it was irrational to be so affected by the possibility that you were busy. But on his birthday? Maybe you'd forgotten, or maybe you were just waiting until he got home from class to see how he was doing.

Before Onion could let his mind dwell on it much longer, he decided to bite the bullet and just text you to see how you were doing. It couldn't hurt, after all, and it would only serve to ease his mind whenever you replied. Onion waited with baited breath as he started at the screen, watching the 'delivered' message turn to 'seen'. He bolted upright with his phone in hand as he waited for an incoming reply that never came. So were you just ignoring him? Was this some mean joke you were playing on him, spurred on by Nightowl or Xyx perhaps? As he was about to toss his phone across the room, a knock sounded at the door. Onion debated just ignoring it and taking a nap but the responsible side of his brain took over and had him dragging himself to answer the door. When he opened it and registered who was stood before him, Onion felt the breath leave his lungs. He'd expected it to be one of his neighbours asking to borrow something or complain about the noisy neighbour down the hall. Never in a thousand years would he have thought he'd see you stood there, beaming with unbridled joy at the genuine surprise on his face.

"Bet you didn't expect this, did you?" You teased, walking past Onion into his apartment as he moved to the side, still stunned by your appearance. Waving a hand in front of him, you laughed as he blinked and his eyes refocused on you.

"What are you doing here?" The question was so genuine, the shock still stinging his fingertips as they instinctively pushed the door closed while Onion's eyes did not leave yours for even a second.

"Last time I checked it was someone's birthday. Kind of an important day, don't you think? Not something I'd really want to miss," you reply as you set down the small suitcase of clothes you'd brought along to stay for the week. "Sorry I didn't text earlier. I wanted to but with the flight and getting over here there wasn't really much time. Plus I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

Onion nodded, everything finally weaving into something that made sense. "Yeah, no danger in that, babe. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me," he added, his voice humourous and joking as he pulled you in close, hands gentle in their approach. Despite how relaxed he tried to seem, it was clear there had been a genuine worry swimming in his thoughts at your silence.

Reaching a hand to cup his cheek, you whispered. "I'd never forget you. Not this birthday or any birthday after this one. You're too special to me."

Tears collected in Onion's eyes as he cleared his throat, moving away so that you wouldn't notice. "Did you eat on the plane? Or do you want to order something in?"

"Ah, ah no subject changing, sir. It's your birthday and therefore it's Onion appreciation hours."

The deadpan look he offered was devoid of any amusement, a pure pretense so as to hopefully escape your honeyed words of adoration that always made him blush. While he certainly loved to hear it, knowing you'd be able to see, and poke fun, at how flustered he really became around you was a mortifying thought. "No. Food. What do you want."

"You're no fun," you pouted, playfully poking his arm before turning to the bags sitting at your feet. "But there's no need to order anything because I'm the bestest partner ever and already picked a little something up on the way here! So you better sit your ass on the couch and eat up before it gets cold."

"You sound like my mom." Despite his complaining, Onion followed your instruction and took up his usual spot in front of the laptop he always kept on the coffee table for late night watching over dinner. It didn't take long for the substantial mass of food to become little more than a small box of leftovers for the following day. Onion was now sunk back into the sofa, an arm lazily hanging around your shoulder with his glasses left on the table. It was rare to see him not wearing them. So much so that he had slight indentations on the side of his nose that were a shade paler than the rest of his face. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the very tops of his cheeks as he tried to fight off the sleepiness.

"You're so adorable," you sighed, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair as you admired him.

He didn't move nor open his eyes to reply. "I don't have the energy to fight you on this right now but know that I would if I did." His voice was lower and his words ever so slightly slurred with the tiredness that crept closer the longer he remained still in his spot on the sofa. It took everything in you not to snap a picture and post it in the server. They knew you were with Onion but even in his satiated sleepiness, he'd still not appreciate them seeing him like this. Though the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of his sleepy smile was too pressing and within seconds the image was set as your phone background.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Onion murmured, opening one eye to glare at you though you knew without his glasses you were an unfocused image to him right now.

"If you want to change it, then come and get it," you teased as you stood from the sofa, waving your phone in front of you. Onion's smile grew and he reached for his glasses. However he didn't follow you in rising from the seat and instead leaned back again, a burst of energy spurring his infectious smile.

"Nah. I'll let you keep it. So long as you let me take one of you too." He pondered for a moment, eyes trailing over you still standing. "Or actually..." Onion leaned forward, hand reaching for your wrist as he pulled you in and catching you in his embrace. His lips were warm against yours, a kiss that had your thoughts spinning as it stole your breath away. Then a small camera shutter sounded but the sudden absence of Onion's lips was all you could think about.

His eyes dragged slowly from your lips up to your eyes, surveying every inch of your flushed face. "Perfect." Onion lifted his spare hand, thumb gently dancing over your bottom lip as you remained transfixed under his gaze.

"Hey, guess what," he whispered, voice quiet yet the only sound you could ever wish to hear in that moment.

"What?"

"I love you." Onion punctuated the confession with another gentle kiss, proclaiming all the words and emotion that lingered in his heart that he couldn't quite say. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and for Onion, the softness with which he held your face shouted and screamed all the unspoken feelings that flooded every vein of his body; an all-consuming and ever present adoration that he doubted he'd ever be able to truly put into words. The words were never strong enough, never good enough, to accurately depict all that he felt every time he looked at you, touched you, heard your voice calling his name. To even think that he could regard someone like you in this manner felt like some dream promising him a lifetime of eternal happiness. And it was a dream he intended to hold onto, for as long as you reached for his hand.

[rat-bastard-fics]

Post Date Night

Paul X (curvy) Reader

Summary: Paul misses date night but he makes up for it.

Warnings: Smut (outside), Seduction, Teasing, Swearing, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Squirting, Unprotected Penetration, Ripping clothing

Note: None of the pack members (including Paul) are my own creations. I do not advise having unprotected sex.  

Words: ~950

Paul has a very serious love-hate relationship with leggings. He loves the way they show every single curve of my legs, the way they cup my ass. He hates the way other people notice. And, more than that, he hates how difficult it is to remove them. Ever since I yelled at him for ripping a pair—despite how much I enjoyed what ripping them led to—he’s careful to take his time. Something to know about Paul: he’s painfully impatient. Especially when he wants something—something like you. 

Last night, Paul forgot date night. Instead, he spent the evening playing video games with Jared. We aren’t big spenders—mostly because we can’t afford to be—but I still felt miffed that I missed out on one-on-one time. If I couldn’t have it last night, I guess I’ll have to get it tonight. 

I slowly approach Emily’s door as I reposition my shirt—well, technically Paul’s shirt. He never wears them anyways and I love the look in his eye when he sees one on me—as though it’s an outward sign of me being his or vice versa. I tied up the bottom to land at my hips to avoid covering my ass. When Paul sees these leggings, I’ll have him on lock. 

“Y/n!” The boys call my name as I walk in the door, greeting me without looking away from the television screen. 

“What are you guys watching?” I stand by the edge of the couch near Paul, pretending I don’t notice how quickly his eyes are on me. 

“Playing.” Quil corrects me. 

“Fortnight.” Embry chirps up, popping a chip in his mouth. To my side, I feel Paul’s fingertips brush against my thigh. 

“Sounds fun.” I can feel his eyes raking across my skin through my clothes. “Can I try?” I step away from Paul and his frustration is palpable. Quil offers me his controller and I sit all too near him so he can show me the controls. To anyone else, this is innocent. I’m not much of a gamer—at least not for Fortnite—and Quil is probably the least threatening guy around here second only to Seth. But Paul knew the game I was playing. 

“Ah shit, y/n, didn’t your mom want us to stop by tonight?” It only took minutes for Paul to speak up. 

“That was canceled, remember?” I speak over my shoulder, tossing him a knowing look. He’s playing with his fingers on one hand, rubbing them together. He sucks on his tongue, making a brief clicking sound. I smile and turn back to the game. 

“Fuck! This game sucks”

“Oh come on, y/n, you’re such a sore loser,” I repeat Jared’s word in a mocking tone before passing the controller to someone else. I wasn’t trying, not really. This wasn’t the game I gave a shit about. Stepping back from the game I walk over back towards Paul and sit on the armrest beside him. Without hesitation, Paul grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me tightly. As I press back against him, I can feel his halfie poking against my ass. I lean my head back against his shoulder and look at him, smiling as I bite my lip. 

“Last night was date night.” Immediately, he groans and leans his head back. 

“Shit.” He lifts his head again and looks at me, apology clear in his eyes. He couldn’t get too soft in front of the guys and I respected that. Instead, I just smile and nod, kissing his cheek. He knows we’re good.  That, of course, doesn’t mean I’m done with my game, though. I pull out my phone and begin scrolling through my camera roll.  During all the downtime I’d had last night, I’d chosen to take a few risque photos--and by a few, I mean a lot.  I know Paul can see my screen just as I know nobody else can.  I begin to flick through a series of photos that slowly, garment by garment, position by position, get more explicit.  His arms tighten, fingertips pressing into my hips, and I can feel him getting harder beneath me.  I drag my fingertips along his arm--a seemingly innocent sign of affection.  Paul loves when My nails are just a little extra long--he loves the feeling of them pressed into his skin, scarring his back. 

I can feel myself getting aroused--I suppose I’m even better at this than I remember.  I put on my best acting chops, looking down at my phone confused before getting up and walking towards the door.  I pretend to call someone, pressing the phone to my ear as I step outside.  As soon as I’m out of sight I begin walking towards the woods.  It’s not long before I hear the screendoor slam behind me and Paul catching up.  He grabs my arm and spins me back towards him, his eyes lust blown. He takes in my appearance now and my breath quickens from need alone.  I grab Paul’s hand, pulling him with me as I walk backward, pressing my back to a tree.  He caresses his hands down my sides, not missing a single curve, and I whimper against his touch. 

“You’ve been playing with me.” He states the obvious in a possessive whisper, hot breath spreading against the skin of my neck. 

“It was only fair.” I swallow hard, trying not to look as wanton as I felt, “You made me wait--”

“So you did the same to me.” His lips hover just a breath away from my skin and I arc my back, pressing myself against him. He lets out a heavy breath, trying to subdue a groan. “I want you.”

Grabbing one of his hands, I use it almost as a prop to push up the edge of the shirt I’m wearing, slowly letting the heat of his skin spread through my torso, until landing it on my breast.

“Prove it.” That’s all it takes.  His lips are against mine in a raging hot need.  Without hesitation, I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist, my arms draping around his neck.  He catches me with one arm in anticipation and aggressively presses my back against the tree behind me.  The bark scratches my skin but only adds to my arousal. 

He pushes my bra aside, popping out my tits, and lowers his head to begin sucking on my nipples.  One arm still supporting me, he slaps my ass hard with his free hand and I can’t help but moan. He growls--fucking growls--at this.  Grabbing my waistband he looks at me and I nod, giving him permission to break my rule, and he tears them from my body.  Pushing aside my underwear, he’s quick to unzip his shorts before plunging into me.  I gasp as he moans, filling me up, hitting those deepest parts that ached for him and only him. He begins thrusting, reconnecting his lips to mine and now using that free hand to rub my clit.  His calloused fingers add a friction far better than a smooth hand might and my orgasm quickly builds. 

“Fuck, Paul, I’m so close.” 

“Cum.  Cum for me.” He nips my ear and my body quakes as I cum but his pace is unrelenting. 

“Uh, uh, uh, uh” I moan with every thrust, my nails pressed into his back.  

“Fuck, just like that. Shit.  Fuuuuuck.” He groans as my nails dig deeper, the tree against my nearly bare ass scrapes my skin and I’ve never been so happy to be overstimulated.  “I’m close--” he grunts and begins rubbing my clit in just the perfect way--the way I love the most.  He wants me to finish again before him.  He wants to make me--

I gasp and moan his name loudly, my nails dragging down my back as I spasm around him and squirt on his dick.  I can feel him throbbing as he cums and he leans his head against mine.  We both pant heavily, looking at each other before I laugh.

“You better not use this as an incentive to miss date night again.” He pouts briefly but agrees.

“Only if you don’t put me through damn near cumming in my shorts around the guys.” I laugh and kiss his nose.

“Promise.”

[apparently-artless]

MY TOP ANIME FOR SUMMER 2022

Summer season is almost over and so are some of the anime series that I've watched for these past 3 months! There's not much "mainstream" anime this season which gave opportunity to some series. I tend to give almost every series a try anyway and these are some that I enjoyed watching.

6. HATARAKU MAOU-SAMA!! [THE DEVIL IS A PART-TIMER! 2ND SEASON]

I loved the first season of this anime so I already have some bias regarding this series. I'm even reading the manga so I kinda have some idea of what to expect with the anime. This would have ranked higher but I didn't like the animation that much compared with the first season. I guess that's bound to happen if it took almost a decade to create the next season. Another bias? Voice actor. I love Maou's seiyuu, Oosaka Ryouta. Yes, I've watched a lot of anime simply because of the seiyuu, so sue me!

5. ORIENT: AWAJISHIMA GEKITOU-HEN

The author of this series is the same author of Magi, Ohtaka Shinobu. As for me, I haven't watched Magi yet so I'm not expecting anything from this anime when I first started watching the first season. I only realized these shows were made by the same author when I read the manga. I prefer the art style of the manga way better but anime also did not disappoint in my opinion. I also love Naotora and Kanetatsu so there's that. I read some reviews saying they got disappointed midway because they were expecting it would be as good as Magi. But I've only watched 2 or 3 episodes of Magi and kinda stopped so this didn't stop me from continuing watching the anime and even reading the manga.

4. ISEKAI OJISAN [UNCLE FROM ANOTHER WORLD]

I already got hooked on the first episode and I am still waiting for the next episode to come for this series. I'm not a gamer and I'm not even familiar with what they're talking about when it comes to games but I still enjoyed it anyway. I guess this is one of the reasons why I loved it. It doesn't alienate people who are not familiar with the game jargon as it also focuses on Ojisan's journey in the alternate world. Also, Ojisan's interactions with the female characters from the other world are pure gold and definitely hilarious. Despite some tragic experiences here and there, the series managed to present them in a manner that would not make you feel depressed.

3. YOFUKASHI NO UTA [ CALL OF THE NIGHT]

I was already reading the manga when I learned that this will get animated. The night sceneries in the anime were so epic in every episode. The atmosphere kinda reminds me of Bakemonogatari series. I like the relationship between the main characters and I can kinda relate to the male protagonist. The story features vampires but it's not really something that can be compared to other vampire stories. Yes, Kou wants to be a vampire but he can only be one if he falls in love with Nazuna, which is a challenge because he's yet to experience it for the first time. Nazuna's past hasn't been revealed yet and I also stopped reading the manga. I will probably continue after the anime ends.

2. YOUKOSO JITSURYOKU SHIJOU SHUGI NO KYOUSHITSU E 2ND SEASON [CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE 2ND SEASON]

I already fell in love with this series when I watched the first season and I'm really thankful that the second season was made. If you've watched the first season, you already know that the male lead, Ayanokouji is trying to hide what he is truly capable of. He's quite a strategist and manipulative but his severe lack of emotion is what makes him a very interesting character. The anime only managed to show some glimpses of his past and some of the other students in Class D so I'm still dying to know if this is his nature or simply what he became due to his environment. I'd probably plan to read the light novel if ever I decided that the anime is not enough for me to satisfy my curiosity.

KUMICHOU MUSUME TO SEWAGAKARI [THE YAKUZA'S GUIDE TO BABYSITTING]

With the number of posts I made for this anime, I guess it's kinda obvious that this will be my number one. This anime never really managed to catch my attention until my sister told me about it. So my sister was like, "Aren't you gonna watch that anime with the Yakuza taking care of a kid?" and I was like, "What is that?? So cute! I'd definitely watch it!". Yeah, I know, it's typical but I really love the bad guy + cute kid combo. But setting that aside, there are a lot of aspects to love about this anime. If you hadn't noticed, the Yakuza characters here are kinda hot. Hah! And get this, they're better in manga. LOL. I also love Kirishima's relationship with the other characters. His best friend is his gay classmate and he's his "guardian angel". If that's not such a wonderful relationship, then I don't know what it is. He has his big brother Aoi and his little brother Sugihara and Kumichou and his wife is kinda like his parents! And he has his little angel, Yaeka! It's always amazing to watch how Kirishima can act disrespectful to others but would always switch to Keigo speech when talking to her. The last episode was kinda bittersweet but I still loved it anyway. So if you're looking for a slice of life, full of fluff and a bit of angst anime, then is definitely recommended!

There are still some other anime that I managed to finish this season. They're all good anime but I just decided to mention these 6. There are some that I decided I'll just watch some other time so I guess you could say that these are the series that managed to keep me waiting week after week just so I can watch one episode. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[thefanficmonster]

Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’. 

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered. 

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet? 

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia! 

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 34

Man these parts are getting harder and harder to churn out. A lot of plot points converging and real life ramping up. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Please comment your thoughts on the chapter. And if you really liked it, Reblog it. Thats the best way to get others to see it. Also, Please let me know your thoughts. Your comments fuel me.

(Master Post)

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Masquerade surveyed the classroom. Her former classmates now her masked servants. It was fitting how they were all silent. Before, they listened to her because she told them exactly the things they wanted to hear, now they listened because she had power over them. It was kind of poetic in a way.

She looked across the classroom, she realized that there seemed to be more people missing than she initially realized.

“We are missing someone. Aside from Marinette, who is missing?”

The controlled classmates looked amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who was the one that was not in the class.

“Is it Chloé?” Miracular inquired, trying to answer her master’s request.

The akuma looked around.

“Huh… Oh yea, she isn’t here. Well she isn’t important. I was thinking someone else.” Masquerade answered. She looked to her most recently made akuma servant.

The Bubbler, the akumatized version of Nino stood motionless. As if he was not registering what was going on.

“Bubbler? Do you know who is missing?”

The multicolored akuma said nothing. Not even looking in the direction of the mask maiden.

“Bubbler! I order you to answer me!” She commanded with fiery rage.

The akuma turned to face his master, now responding.

“Adrien is missing.” The bubbler answered, his voice robotic and as emotive as a speak and spell.

“So, Adrien isn’t in the room. What a shame. I was planning on turning him into my handsome little knight.”

Masquerade thought for a moment.

Has Adrien been akumatized? Lila wasn’t sure she had ever seen or heard about him getting akumatized. She knew that the class had pretty much gotten hit at least once or twice at some point from what she had heard and read from the ladyblog. But if that goody-goody Marinette hadn’t been akumatized, Adrien likely hadn’t been akumatized either.

“Alright my servants! We have a new mission. I want you to lock this school down! No one is allowed in or out. Anyone you find, bring them to me. If they can be akumatized, then they are joining our cause.”

“Time breaker. Guard the perimeter outside of the school. Anyone outside of Ladybug and Chat noir trying to get in. Tag them, but only if they are suspicious of what’s going on. Stay hidden otherwise.”

“Timebreaker nodded and began skating out of the room in a rush.

“Horrificator, once Timebreaker is outside, seal all the exits in the main building.”

The masked monstress nodded and sped out of the room.

“Dark Cupid, Stoneheart, Princess Fragrance, Miracular and Reflekta. I want you to split up check all of the rooms and bring me potential akumas.”

The five akuma nodded and made their way out the door.

“Gamer and Robostus. I want you to hack into the airwaves. I want access to every Electric device in Paris when I give you the signal. But make sure to be subtle. I don’t want anyone to know about us until I tell you.”

The two nod and start working to get that ready for her.

She focuses her attention to the bubble making akuma that was giving her problems earlier.

Considering how hard it was to break him down, it was understandable. She had saved him for last for a reason. Because he was the hardest one to crack.

He was a relatively calm individual, able to keep a level head. But even he had his weakness. His confidence. Once that was shaken, seeing his entire class taken, knowing his girlfriend was under her control, he couldn't resist another moment. In a way, it was the most satisfying charm on her bracelet.

“Now Bubbler, you are going to go and locate Marinette and Adrien for me. Put them in a bubble and bring them to me. Help that girlfriend of yours.”

The bubbler nodded yes despite severe shaking. Seems even now he is trying to resist the control of the mask.

“Troublesome, but it is only temporary. He will break soon enough.” Masquerade mused to herself.

She looked at the near empty room with contempt. This was hardly a place where she could exact her vengeance. It was so… lame. Though a thought occurs as she realized who she had left standing at attention without orders.

“Evillustrator, I have a special request for you.”

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“What is this?” Chloé screeched. “My daddy bought me the best phone plan in the city. How can I not have service right now?!”

The nurse felt a chill run down her spine. Could the akuma block out phone signals? Is that why there is no attention being given to the school? How could they call for help? How would anyone know of the akuma attack? Would Ladybug and Chat noir be able to help them?

The nurse started to feel herself going pale, she was just supposed to be a school nurse. Worst thing she needed to deal with was a scraped knee or give a kid an ice pack. Now she has a woman that collapsed on the bed and an akuma that is somewhere in the school. She had just moved to Paris a few months ago. It was her dream to live in the city of love, get her career going, find a nice guy, and just live the good life. But no one told her that supervillain attacks would be so personally connected to her situation? She had heard about this crap in New York and in America. But Paris? It was too much. What if Ladybug and Chat noir didn’t fix everything? What if this was where her story ended. What if…

“Hey!”

The nurse turned to her attention to the voice. It was the brash blonde teen that was complaining.

“You look like you’re going to pass out. Just a heads up, I am not taking care of you.” Chloé commented.

Angela felt her face heat up with annoyance.

“Listen you brat. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. I have a woman that is out cold from exhaustion in a building with a hostile akuma.”

“Good, at least you aren’t going to faint. I don’t need any more whinny women fainting on me”

The nurse paused, did the girl say that just to help her not succumb to the grim situation?

Chloé started making her way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You already got your hands full with the annoying assistant. I need to make a call to daddy. So, I am going to head out the building and try there. Try not to get ripped apart by an akuma, I still need more ice when I get back.”

Angela blinked. This girl wasn’t scared of the akuma. She was actually going out to do something reasonable. If she could call for help, it would mean that this whole thing blows over.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. Be safe.”

“Yea whatever.”

Chloé headed out the door.

Angela felt a ghost of a smile grace her face.

‘Maybe that girl isn’t a complete brat after all.’

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The shapeshifting sentimonster growled as it smacked the locker. It lost both primary targets. And worst of all, Ladybug appeared to make this even harder. Masquerade needed to hear about this.

“Master, Marinette and Adrien have escaped my sight.”

The sentimonster heard a sigh of disappointment from the other end.

“It is fine Simularé, They wont be able to escape the school anyway. They will be found soon enough. If anything, this is a blessing in disguise. Having them be the last targets will have them bare witness to how devasting it will all be.” Masquerade answered. “Any news on Ladybug and Chat noir?”

“That’s the other bad news. Ladybug arrived, I am assuming that’s how Marinette managed to escape, and ladybug also took Adrien away as well. No sign of chat noir. But if you know one is here, the other is likely soon to follow.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as masquerade mulled over the information she had received.

“Actually, that works out well for us. Meet up at my location, I have the other students out looking for them, I need your power for something more important.”

“Yes master.”

Simularé shifted back into its phantom form, moving quickly down the hallway to obey her master’s request.

Just as it left, Ladybug popped out of a nearby locker. Relieved it didn’t notice.

“That’s not good, Masquerade likely got everyone in the classroom.” The red heroine said aloud.

She activated her communicator and tried to contact chat noir. But there was no sound.

“Damn it. No signal. Lila likely cut the communication as soon as she realized it.?”

“No worries Buggaboo, I happen to be on site.” A voice called out.

Chat noir jumped out of another locker to reveal he was there.

Ladybug felt a bit of relief at her partner’s appearance. She could tell he felt the same. Better a situation with two heroes.

“Been here the whole time?” The spotted heroine asked her cat crimefighting comrade.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago, I figured something was up, so I decided to take a quick peek. Cat curiosity and all that.”

“And you assumed it was with Collège Françoise Dupont?”

“It seemed like a solid guess.”

“Considering the track record, that is reasonable.” Ladybug conceded.

“Ever wonder why it is always this school and never any of the other schools? Paris is a big city. You would think Hawkmoth would decide to branch out to the other schools in the city.” Chat noir inquired as they started walking down the hall.

“I assumed its just a coincidence.”

“Shot in the dark, maybe he has a kid that goes here. He is pretty old” Chat noir dissed.

“I can’t imagine anyone that would want to date Hawkmoth.” Ladybug joked.

“What about the blue lady? She seemed crazy enough.”

“And now that image is burned in my mind. Thanks kitty.” Ladybug sarcastically commented. “Despite the mental scarring, I am glad you got here. Seems a repeat offender got herself an upgrade in the akuma powers department.”

“Lila.”

“How did you know?”

“I was reading the ladyblog, Alya did great work on that article.” Chat noir praised. He mentally applauded his quick thinking.

“Right, kind of the reason I felt the need to keep an eye on this place. But sadly, I was too slow.” Ladybug responded a tad gloomy.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We will finish this akuma before lunch.”

Ladybug heard a footstep from the end of the hallway.

“Get down!”

Ladybug tackled the cat hero down. Just narrowly avoiding a neon pause symbol, which now suck on the wall.

“Looks like Lila has been busy.” Chat noir noted as he turned his face to the direction of the attacker.

Ladybug looked at the akuma. The white mask covering her friend’s face. Lady Wifi was back.

“Alya…”

The two heroes got into a fighting stance and prepared to take down this controlled akuma.

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The halls were empty and lifeless as the two visiting teens made their way cautiously down the halls.

“Oddly quiet in here.” The fencer commented. “What do you think Luka?”

“Well last time we entered a place with an akuma in it, it was brimming with armored minions. Maybe this akuma has more stealth?” The Musician commented. “So, I don’t think you will be fighting as directly as you are use to Kagami.”

Kagami nodded at that, not exactly happy or sad regarding that remark. Her plan was to see if she could help her friends get out of the building, grab her textbook, and get out. She wasn’t really that interested in fighting a superpowered foe at this moment in time.

The two ceased speaking when they heard approaching footsteps.

“Someone’s coming.” Luka noted.

The two duck into the nearest room.

The two stayed close to the door as they listened to the sound of the approaching figure.

Kagami dropped to the floor silently as to check and see if she could get a visual.

She could only see what appeared to be costume boots of a larger figure. Which made the expert fencer believe it was not friendly.

The figure stopped, looking at the door. The two teens felt their neck hairs stand on edge as they did their best not to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure passed the door without checking. Once the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, they let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too close for comfort.”

“Agreed. I would prefer a direct confrontation next time, much less nerve-racking. “

The two carefully open the door and exit the room.

“Seems we found the akuma.” Luka commented. “Now we just need to avoid it and.”

“You mean akumas.” Kagami corrected.

“Akumas?”

Kagami tilted the boys head to look in the same direction she was looking, and sure enough she saw a rather large rock like creature walking the halls.

“Oh… well that is bad.”

Kagami pushed him back into the room and closed the door. Locking it before the rock giant could notice them.

“I’m surprised.”

“By the fact there is an 8-foot-tall rock beast outside?”

“No, by the fact you didn’t try to fight it.”

“I don’t have a weapon.” Kagami replied flatly.

Luka raised a brow at the comment, unsure if the fencer was serious or not about fighting that thing if she had a foil.

“Is something wrong?” A third voice came from behind them.

The two teens turned around, preparing for the worst. Though they were relieved to see it was just an old janitor… in a Hawaiian shirt. Despite his odd dress, he did give off a kind aura. One of a trusting old grandpa.

They noticed that the room seemed to be a sort of teacher’s lounge, with a small counter with a sink and cabinets. As well as a fridge to keep food cold and stored. A place in the school where teachers would come to get a quick coffee or store their lunch.

“Oh good, you aren’t an akuma.” Luka sighed with relief.

“An akuma?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it is very dangerous out there right now. There are multiple villains outside. I would recommend staying put while we go out there and help handle things.” Kagami explained.

“Quite bold of you to go out there against those monsters.” The man responded.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful. We just need to make sure we can get as many people out as we can so Ladybug and Chat noir won’t need to worry.”

“Ah, how selfless of you. You both seem quite capable for ones so young.”

“You’re very kind, but we are just doing what we can. Our friends are out there and they need our help.”

Kagami goes to the door. Checking to ensure the coast is clear again.

The old man pats the musician’s shoulder.

“I am sure you two will figure a way to help your friends.”

“There are too many outside this room.” Kagami grumbled. If only I had a way to fight them.”

The mysterious janitor smiled.

“Say… I did happen to see Ladybug earlier.”

The two teens turned their attention to the old man.

“You did?” they asked in unison.

“Yes, she happened to drop something while rushing. Would you two be so kind as to return them to her when you see her.”

The two of them glance at each other and shrug. The old janitor might be senile.

“Sure… We can give it to her.” Luka assured the old man, trying to remain polite.

The old man moves to a closet, where out of view of the two teens, an elaborate chest with the symbol of the guardian’s decorates the top. He quickly gets two smaller boxes and closes the closet.

“Ah! Here they are.”

He hands the two a small box each. Their eyes go wide.

“They seemed important, so I didn’t want to just leave them on the floor. But I have a feeling you two will take good care of them.”

The two teens were engrossed by the boxes in their hands. They recognized them immediately. These were the boxes Ladybug used when handing out miraculous.

“Where did you find…?” Kagami tried to question, but noticed the old man was no longer there.

“He’s gone…”

“Actually, I am over here.”

The teens look in the opposite direction they were looking in order to see him at the end of the room getting a snack from the fridge.

The duo decided that maybe this old guy wasn’t all there after all and figured it would be best to go somewhere and utilize the ‘gift’ they were just given.

“Stay in the lounge where it’s safe okay?” Luka asked politely.

“Of course. I am not paid if I am not working.”

The two teens checked the door again, and once the coast was clear. They both slipped out of the room.

After he knew they were out of sight, the old man chuckled.

“The senile routine works every time.”

“Master, you really cut it close with that one.” A small turtle creature exclaimed as he popped out from the closet.

“The universe works in mysterious ways Wayzz. What are the odds that there would be an attack on the school the very day I decide to hide out as a janitor?”

“Considering the frequency of akuma attacks, very likely.”

“True, but how about running into two individuals that Marinette had picked to be heroes.” Fu followed up.

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The guardian pulled out his phone and noticed he didn’t have a signal.

“It seems I can’t get a signal to notify her of the reinforcements I sent her way. Likely it would be the same on her end. So, it is a good thing I acted in advance.”

Fu moved to the closet where he kept the miraculous.

“I can’t help but shake the feeling Ladybug and Chat noir will need all of the help they can get.

“Don’t worry master, I am sure Ladybug and Chat noir will be successful.

“Let us keep an eye on things. They might need another ally to turn the tide.

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“I am guessing you are also familiar with what’s inside here?” Kagami inquired as the two stealthily moved in the hall.

“I may be familiar with it.” Luka commented.

Kagami contemplated the statement. She figured out the truth.

“Seems we both have used a miraculous then?”

“It appears we have. Though I am not sure Ladybug will be thrilled that someone knows I have helped her.”

“I understand the sentiment. Though lets simply agree to keep it between us.” Kagami answered. “Friends do keep secrets like that if I’m correct.”

Luka smiled at the comment.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Luka assured.

“As is yours.”

The two found the locker room and quickly moved inside.

“Coast is clear.”

The two opened the boxes and as they did two magical creatures appeared in front of them.

A floating creature with multiple spikes appeared in front of the fencer, while another floating creature that resembled a cobra stood in front of luka.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Mistress Kagami.”

“It’s been too long, Longg.” Kagami smiled. Happy to see her kwami friend.

“Hello Luka, itssss been a while.” The snake kwami greeted.

“Happy to see you too Sass.” Luka fist bumped his kwami.

The kwamis stop and turn to see the other kwami there.

“Does Ladybug know about this?” They both ask in unison.

“We will inform her after. Right now, there is a lot of danger.” Kagami exclaimed. “Ladybug needs our help.”

The two kwami nod and prepare to fight.

“Consssider us accomplissses.” Sass answered.

The two teens put on the miraculous.

“Sass! Scales Slither.”

“Longg! Bring the storm”

The two teens transform into their heroic alter egos.

Kagami shifting into the dragon miraculous hero Ryuuko, and Luka changing into the Snake hero Viperion.

The two stop to glance at the other.

“So, what should I call you.” The snake hero asked curiously.

“Call me Ryuuko. And what about you mister snake?”

“Viperion is what I am going with.”

“Fitting.”

“As is yours.”

The two give a nod of comradery before making their way out of the locker room. They had to go help Ladybug.

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Ladybug dashed across the hallway, avoiding pause symbols being flung at her by the conniving akuma.

She slid underneath one of the symbols and preformed a daring slide kick to knock Lady Wifi off balance.

While she was unstable, Chat noir charged and used his baton to make contact with her white mask. Believing it was the obvious weak point.

“Got it!” Chat noir exclaimed triumphantly. The strike of the staff knocking Ladywifi a good several meters. Before lying flat on her back.

“Wow, that is a tough mask. I thought for sure that was the weak point.” Chat noir commented.

Lady Wifi stood up robotically.

“There must be a way to snap her out of it. Unless Hawkmoth is learning from his mistakes.” Ladybug hypothesized as she got up from the ground.

“Well I got nothing.” Chat noir shrugged.

Another set of footsteps approaching caught the hero’s attention. The recognized the multicolored bubble maker the moment they saw him.

“Nino… You too?” Chat noir said under his breath.

The Bubble maker used his bubble wand to summon two large bubbles to capture the heroes. Bringing back flashbacks of their first encounter with the bubble akuma.

Chat noir and Ladybug expertly slide between the gaps of the attack, resulting in Lady Wifi getting hit with the large bubbles and being sent flying into the wall via bubble prison.

Chat noir lunged at the Bubbler, his quick pounce pinning him down before he could attack.

“Maybe I can destroy his mask with…”

“Wait Chat noir!” Ladybug called out.

Chat noir paused.

“What if your cataclysm doesn’t free him?”

“And then I am left without the power before a recharge.”

“Exactly. We need to hold off on using our powers right now.”

Chat noir wanted to save his friend. But he knew his partner was right. They needed to conserve their powers before facing Lila.

The Bubbler managed to get the cat hero off of him with a burst of strength. Knocking Chat noir to the ground.

Lady Wifi had gotten free from the bubble attack and was now blocking the other entrance.

Ladybug and Chat noir moved back to back, Ladybug facing the ladyblogger turned mindless akuma slave and Chat noir facing the akumatized DJ.

“Any ideas, Buggaboo?”

“Seems they can’t adapt. They are pretty much mindless slaves. Which makes sense since Lila wouldn’t want them to think for themselves.”

“So you’re saying their movements are simple.”

“Which means they are exploitable.”

Chat noir felt relief watch over him. He knew Ladybug had a plan.

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“EWWWW!” Chloé screeched in disgust. The front entrance to the school had been covered in a pink slime.

She wiped her hand on the cleanest section of wall she could find. This was not her day.

“What is with this nasty gross akuma? First, I can’t call Daddy to come and pick me up. I can’t even post about it! How will Ladybug know to save me? Or better yet, get me the bee miraculous so I can help her save the day?”

Chloé decided to try another exit, since she had no plans of sticking around without knowing if she was going to be given a miraculous or not. Plus, she did say she would call for help, and doing that would make her look good in potential hero points.

As she was walking, she bumps into something in the middle of the hall. Which was bizzare since the hall was clear.

“Ouch, right on my bruise. What the hell is…”

Chloé felt her anger shift to fear when she watched as the empty hall now contained a familiar akuma.

“Sabrina?”

The akuma turned to her, her face covered with a white face mask.

“Eww. Your akuma form looks even tacker than before.”

“Take potential akuma to master.” The akumatized Sabrina stated in an emotionless tone. Repeating the order, she had been given.

“Oh no you don’t! Sabrina, I order you to listen to me!”

The akuma ignored the blonde’s command and slowly walked towards her.

“Sabrina… I am warning you. I am going to yell at you over this later if you don’t stop right now.”

Chloé started slowly backing away. She wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Listen… if you stop right now… I’ll uh… let you take a pick of one of my old sweaters.” Chloé bargained, not intending to let her pick one of the ones she actually liked.

Chloé felt her hand touch the sealed door, and knew she was at the end of the hall. She was boxed in.

“This is so unacceptable.” Chloé stated, preparing to get captured. But a flash of Red and Black came out of nowhere and kicked the akuma hard to the wall.

“Ladybug! I knew you would like save me!” Chloé jumped and hugged her savior.

“Im not ladybug.” The heroine spoke.”

Chloé released the hug as she examined who her savior was.

“Who the hell are you?”

Chloé had never bothered to learn the names of any of the other miraculous heroes. She sometimes forgets chat noir’s name.

“Ryuuko.” The dragon heroine stated calmly, almost regretting saving Chloé.

“Did Ladybug send you? Cause it would have been better if she got me to help.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore Chloé’s comment.

“Now we need to leave before she… Where did she go?” Looking at the dented locker that no longer had an akuma lying on the ground.

Suddenly the akuma popped out of nowhere about to strike from above with her tonfa and steal Ryuuko’s powers, but was stopped when a small harp smacked her face.

“She appears to have invisibility.” A voice called out.

The two turn to see the snake hero as he caught his harp on the rebound.

Chloé took a moment to look over the snake hero. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not Adrien cute, maybe she would start learning the names of the other heroes.

“Quick thinking Viperion.” Ryuuko thanked the snake teen.

“Just following your lead.” Viperion responded. The two giving eachother a respectful smile. They both seemed to have gotten used to working together.

The akuma got up. Its white face mask making the akuma’s expression unreadable. But its body language exuded rage.

“Seems we aren’t going anywhere until she is taken care of.” Ryuuko said as she stared down the akuma.

Viperion turned to chloé.

“You need to go and get to safety.”

“Okay!” Chloé says as she runs off.

“How come she didn’t give you any sass?”

“Because I already have him.”

Kagami had to admit that was a clever response.

“Not what I meant, but Chat noir would love that joke.”

“I will be sure to tell him it later.”

“Stick to playing guitar. You’re a better musician than comedian.”

Before they could get off anymore banter. The akuma went for another attack.

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Simularé entered Ms.Bustier’s classroom.

“I am here.” The ghostly sentimonster announced.

“Excellent.”

The sentimonster looked up to see that the classroom it was expeciting to see had been altered into what appeared to be a rather glamourous throne room. The windows covered by white curtains with the design of an akuma in black. The platforms and stairs had been altered to be marble. And at the top, where Lila’s desk once was was now a golden throne akin to something one would see in a castle. Though despite the impressive change in the classroom it was still being designed. The akuma known as the evillustrator was still creating more furnishings for the room.

“Simulare, I have an order for you.” Masquerade stated as she sat on the new throne. Clearly confident in her position.

The sentimonster approached her master. Stopping only a few feet away.

“I want you to create a mirage over the school. Since Ladybug is already in the school. It would be best if you made sure no one notices whats happening here. I don’t need any additional heroes popping in yet. Let’s handle her before making things public.”

Simularé nodded.

“Understood. But what should we do if she…”

“I have everything under control. Just follow my orders.”

Simularé ceased her questioning.

“As you wish master.”

The sentimonster shifted into her Volpina form and headed out of the classroom.

“She is getting arrogant in her power. If things do go south, I will need to step in.” Simularé said to herself. But for now, she knew she had a role to play.

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And that ends part 34.

Seems things are REALLY heating up. Will Viperion and Ryuuko be able to help Ladybug and Chat noir?

Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to get through to their brainwashed friends?

Will Masquerade's gambit be enough for her to get her vengeance?

Whats Simularé's deal?

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What Would a Card Game with Hisoka Be Like? Hisoka x S/O

This is part 2 to my previous headcanon post about how to get the Adult Trio to blush. Check it out now!

Hello anon and thank you for this wonderful ask! Your question is very unique because it asks about card-playing and Hisoka. I’ll be honest, I have never thought about Hisoka actually playing a card game but since it is a part of his aesthetic, I’m sure it’s possible. You and I are wondering the same thing…how would a card game go with him? How would Hisoka enjoy a night at a Casino? He’d love it! The thrill of intense game playing, stupid wagers, and fancy hotels with beds as soft as the clouds?! I mean, he has stated before that he learned card tricks from his mother. I used “lady” in here as a context filler just to make the story but anyone can insert themselves in this story. As usual, I have to incorporate fluff in here somewhere. Say no more! Buckle up, people; we are about to go on a fast ride to satisfaction-Ville.

♠️ Tonk, survival of the fittest ♠️

It is common knowledge that playing cards are Hisoka’s strength. I’m not sure if he knows how to play cards or if he only uses them as weapons. Either way, he somehow perfects his moves. Sometimes playing a game of cards with him are loads of fun and sometimes they turn into heated and naughty dares session if one loses a certain amount of rounds.

Headcanon 1: Hisoka is the king at bluffing. He’ll say anything to pressure you into dropping your hand on the table. Don’t be surprised if he expresses how he’ll cater to your every whim if you drop your hand in an instant, but do not fall for it!

Headcanon 2: Drama makes him full; more than oatmeal. He’ll talk about how horrible you are at card games and that you move slowly like an old person just to make you angry so you can quit at the game. He often gives you the evilest glares from across the table. Sometimes they can be so bone-chilling that you turn your head to make sure no one had anything to your neck. But something about those evil glares made you break a sweat not from fear but from arousal. It’s something about that thin, smug smile that makes you want to say “Take me here.” The anticipation is eating you both alive.

Headcanon 3: Most of the time, he likes to include a wager to make the game more interesting. This can be something as simple as giving him a massage to who will be handcuffed that night. One time he bet $1,000, convinced that he was going to win a game of Gin but when you beat him in the first 10 minutes, he was flabbergasted.

Headcanon 4: Hisoka isn’t afraid to admit to defeat. If you won the game fair and square, then so be it. You have won a surprising amount of card games. Since this magician is the master at card tricks, it would seem like he’d win, but you and he were nearly even. After you won this round, he’d slightly throw his hands up and laugh.

“I didn’t know you’d catch on so quickly and quite well, I might add.”

“Well...I learned from a great teacher…”, you pause for second sipping from your cup and fluttered your eyes, “...Hisoka.” The purring of his name pushed a slight groan of relief from the magician as he held his 5 cards in front of his mouth, leaving only his nose and golden eyes exposed.

Headcanon 5: Hisoka doesn't cheat at all when he plays cards. It isn’t fun if a person continuously cheats because the game would be over in seconds. Although he doesn’t cheat, he often distracts you with physical touch. Sometimes he’d rub his fingers on your hand as it rests on the table or blows you kisses. This is done to divert your attention from the game and focus on his passes. Well...I guess you could call this cheating. If you’re having a hard time trying to pull a card for the win, sometimes he will give you a pass and allow you to discard one card to put you ahead of him. If you’re taking absolutely TOO LONG to pull, he’ll throw his stack of cards on the table, come over, and demonstrate for you. To add insult to injury, he’d bend over placing his sharp chin your should on purpose so his mouth could be by your ear. He is now taking up the majority of your seat (doing squats for so many years finally paid off) and is guiding both of your hands mimicking how to pick cards to win a game.

Headcanon 6: Flirting is his strength. He already knows that he is eye candy to everyone and uses it to his advantage. As he explains his methods, within each explanation he takes a card (without Nen) and grazes it against your jaw or arm, and whispers what card it is.

“...Here we have a Queen of Hearts. Look familiar?”

You nod and frown. “No.”

“It’s you, silly.”

Ah! Those cheesy pick-up lines! You never get tired of those

“A 2 of Spades, a 4 of Diamonds, and a Joker card.” His deep voice tickled your eardrum as he spoke softly. “Are you paying attention, kitten?” He knew that you weren’t but continued to pull your finger anyway.

As he continued to fiddle with cards, he gently places a few kisses on your cheek to see if you can still focus while doing so. Truth be told, it wouldn’t be fun for either of you if you developed a stone heart like how he had.

♦ ♥ Casino Night ♥ ♦

Headcanon 7: He loves to participate in exciting Casino Games and have you attend as his “partner in crime”.

On a Casino Date Night, he often chooses a dress for you and you choose his suit. Red and black or black and gold always look flawless together.

The casino is his favorite place to go when he accompanies Illumi on missions. The Zoldyck boy is often irritated by the fact but allows him to do whatever he pleases as long as he doesn’t attract too much attention to himself. That is such a stupid thing to ask of this magician. He is eye candy after all. How can he go unnoticed? If you are with him, he is bound to be noticed. People would stare in awe and jealously at how you two were beyond a power couple.

Hisoka often engages in stupid and dangerous wagers that almost cost him his life but knowing the excitement he gets from it, he doesn’t care.

He has placed bets with members of the Mafia and gang-bangers betting his house and jewels but somehow always manages to win. To make matters worse, the sore losers would often call you horrible names simply because they were angry because they lost to a sly young man.

He refers to you as his “good luck charm ♣” which seems to be true. Every time you are with him, he wins the riskiest wagers.

Headcanon 8: He despises the slot machines. He believes they are rigged to not match on purpose so you can continue to waste money. He forbids you to play them especially when you are using his money.

Headcanon 9: When in “Gamer’s Den”, he is much more protective of you than anywhere else. The Gamer’s Den is a Den of thieves; they mainly consist of money-hungry men that prey on people and their vulnerabilities and/or have committed crimes before (example: robbing winners when walking to their cars). Keeping his arm around your waist, he glares at everyone in the room to establish a sense of dominance AND to let it be known that he is not to be messed with.

Headcanon 10: His kitten (you) is not to be flirted with. You were in the Lion’s Den; something similar to a piece of steak in front of warm-blooded mammals. Of course, wolf-whistles were heard when you walked by, but your man was by your side; it was easy to ignore. Some of the men disregarded his stares and began to flirt with you hard. It made you cringe. Who would want a 50-year-old man with too much cologne on, in your face smiling with a yellow tooth showing? The man only backs up when Hisoka throws his Joker card at him, grazing his cheek causing it to be scratched. One man pushed you to the ground because you ignored his passes. Hisoka began to laugh, sounding a bit psychotic.

“Sir, you do not put your hands on a lady. It shows how much of a coward you are for not excepting that she isn’t interested.”

“Shut up you bag of bones! There’s no way she’s with your skinny ass,” the older man yelled. “You young people annoy the crap out of me! I could break your thin ass in half in a matter of seconds!” His face was red, ready to burst into flames yet he wasn’t ready for the surprise he was about to get.”

Hisoka walked over, helped you up, and dusted off your dress. The man started in confusion. He couldn’t bear the thought of such a beautiful person to be with someone like him.

The man continued to hurl insults at Hisoka but before he could react, security had already thrown him out.

“What a pity. I was going to show him what a ‘skinny’ man can do. Oh well.

Headcanon 11: You enjoy playing pool more than he does. Again, he takes this opportunity to distract you as much as possible. The touch of his cold moist lips from drinking wine on your warm neck causes you to jerk, missing the hole you were shooting for. After pouting, nearly about to jab him in his stomach (because you were playing for money), Hisoka chuckles in a teasingly way.

“I adore that look,” he says sipping from his wine cup.

“I’m sure you do.”

[luckyashes]

Just a lil fanfic posting

I’m nervous on posting this but I’m deciding to do so because I have no idea when I’m gonna complete the entire thing if ever-- Let alone post it anywhere like Ao3

But anyway I’ve gone off the deep-end and was writing a silly lil Kiibouruma fic because those three are sitting in my brain and I just had a great idea on what to write about them (I also feel like Kiibouruma needs more content)

A small portion will be pasted under the cut! 

It’s a College AU (meaning no despair n all), Kiibo’s a human, and the three are already in an established relationship

Hope anyone who reads it enjoys it! (Warning that it may possibly be out of character, none of this has been beta read, and also just a heads-up about Miu’s inappropriate language--)

phantomthief: hey

phantomthief: do u guys wanna play minecraft

It was a bit past 4PM when Kokichi sent the two messages in the Discord group chat he was in with Miu and Kiibo. The ravenette was laying on his side while on his bed, staring at the online statuses of the two as he awaited a response. Having already finished his classes for the day, Kokichi was left bored in his single roomed dorm and needed something to entertain him. He was a little surprised to see the roboticist’s status quickly turn green to signify he was online, but soon guessed that the other just finished their own class. It didn’t take long to see that Kiibo was typing a response which was soon sent.

K1-B0: Minecraft?

K1-B0: I’ve never played, but I’ve heard it’s good!

phantomthief: wait what

phantonthief: how have u never played it before

phantomthief: its like

phantomthief: a classic childhood game

Kokichi sat up on his bed, brows furrowed yet his eyes a bit widened in shock. It didn’t quite occur to the avid gamer that some people just haven’t indulged themselves in electronic entertainment for as long as he has. Though thinking about it now, a devilish smile forms on the young adult’s face as he thinks how clueless the other will be. Now choosing to stand up, the ravenette goes to sit at his computer; He rummages through the mini fridge beside the desk to grab a water bottle before turning on his device.

K1-B0: I didn’t play many games while growing up, Kokichi.

K1-B0: I’ve always been more interested in learning about everything else around me.

K1-B0: Plus I had also preferred to help my father whenever I could.

phantomthief: ok ok i get it you dont have to start explaining ur entire life story kiiboy

phantomthief: sounds pretty boring too like yeesh

phantomthief: but anyway u should totally get minecraft

phantomthief: and then we can play together

K1-B0: Hmm… Okay! Give me a moment though, I just got back to my dorm room.

GorgeousGirlGenius: Can you guys quit sexting, I'm in the middle of class

GorgeousGirlGenius: My phone’s shaking like it just had an orgasm

Almost coughing up the water he was currently taking a drink of, Kokichi capped the bottle as he stared at his phone screen. He couldn’t help but snicker a bit at Miu’s sudden appearance and response in the chat. Kiibo on the other hand didn’t seem to find it amusing, which was typical.

K1-B0: Miu! We weren’t–

K1-B0: We were just discussing how we’re going to play a video game!

phantomthief: naw we were definitely sexting

phantomthief: kiibabes just too embarrassed to admit it

K1-B0: Kokichi!!

phantomthief: nishishi!

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Somethings to take note of:

This is one my first times writing anything Danganronpa related so I hope I did a decent job--

Also! I know most people write Kokichi loving soda and all but personally I’m going to avoid that-- I’d rather have him drinking something like water or tea imo

Speaking of Kokichi I noticed on his wiki that the official art book states how he loves video games, so why not make him an avid gamer of some sorts :> this makes me partially wanna make him a programmer major or smth for the College AU but I aint sure uwauwa

Anyway here’s what inspired me for their Discord usernames: phantomthief for Kokichi since in his wiki’s triva, he fancied himself as one in the Love Hotel event or smth; K1-B0 since Kiibo’s like a roboticist and it just sounds like him lmao (ik it’s his canonical name from actual DR but like it fits him still); and GorgeousGirlGenius for Miu since that what she called herself from one of her first lines

Last thing: What inspired me to make this fic was an incorrect quote from a generator where Person A was screaming about a mistake and Person B figures out they’ve disturbed Piglins lmao

Uhh, I think that’s all I need to say? Again I hope whoever reads this enjoys it-- If yall like it then feel free to let me know! It might encourage me to work on the fic more before eventually posting it in its entirety :’)

[eternityservedcold]

what isaac characters are getting for christmas (from me)

i posted this on twitter but i wanted to crosspost it here and expand upon it a little bit because i am silly... if you dont understand why i gave a character a particular gift, even after the explanation, you should go read my comic, @mourneruntosheol​

isaac: art supplies

yeah im That Guy who gets the artsy kid art supplies for christmas. i think he would probably appreciate it though, what with having like. one pencil and a bunch of paper.

maggy: stuffed animals

this ones simple... i just think she likes stuffed animals, and thats probably what she asked santa for

cain: tboi version of a nintendo switch

also a simple one. cain is a gamer and probably doesnt have a switch, what with being trapped in a basement for 10 years. of course i would get him games too

judas: the da vinci code (book)

the kid likes books. he also likes figuring out mysteries and secrets. i could probably get him any mystery or sci-fi book and hed be happy, this is just the first that came to mind. apparently its about religious secrets? he likes religion too he would probably enjoy that

blue baby: terrarium

less for the actual terrarium part and more for the bugs that will go inside. i would have just gotten him a pet bug but he has many already

eve: book of poetry

another easy one. shes read a lot of poetry, so she probably knows everything inside, but she would find something novel about having it in a book

samson: 1yr membership at the tboi equivalent of planet fitness

samson is the kind of person who would forget to make a list and then you would scramble for a gift for because you dont really know what he likes... he likes exercise, but im not just gonna get him exercise equipment because thats not really a christmas gift in my mind... i guess this would be the next best thing!?

azazel: gaming laptop

i wanted to give him something capable of both playing games and using the internet, and computers are objectively the best option for that. i wouldnt get him a full gaming rig though. maybe when hes older

lazarus: one of those books of rare illnesses

lazarus loves medical practice and psychology, and even those who dont particularly care about either still watch those rare disease documentaries... he would love this!

eden: gift cards

i could ask all of the kids what to get eden, including eden themself, and get 5 different answers from each of them. screw it, get your own gifts

lost: fancy cloak

some people draw them with a cute little cloak and i thought the idea was nice! i would get them one thats long and dark, with a hood and a fancy closure at the front

lilith: gamekid

yeah, im at a loss. what do you get for a kid with no interests? at least this ones cheap

keeper: whatever money i have leftover

he would probably tell me specifically not to get him anything because he doesnt want a present. im giving him a snack anyway.

apollyon: weighted blanket

they wouldnt ask anyone for anything, so i would have to guess. they would be fine with anything i give them, but a weighted blanket is what they really want

forgotten: headphones

but some of the super high-quality ones with good bass and top end, so it appeals to both the body (who likes to listen to loud, abrasive music) and the soul (who likes to listen to classical and jazz)

bethany: necklace with a book pendant

she wouldnt like big, flashy gifts, so i would get her this necklace. she would even almost smile at it!

jacob: Coal.

jacob has been on his absolute worst behavior this year, so he gets a lump of coal. you get nothing. you lose. good day, sir.

esau: tablet

a replacement and upgrade for the one that his brother broke, with a case so it doesnt happen again. he would instantly start taking it everywhere with him

[miraculouswolf99]

Somebody Fix This School Already

Another of my one-shots for Miraculous Ladybug. Includes more of my original characters that can learned about from my post Originals. Please support me by becoming a patreon of me. Thank you.

*****

"Can one of you explain to us how this place is even considered a school," Mason asked the class in front of him.

The group of visiting Greek students had been talking during lunch the day after the Zombizou apocalypse. Mason, Lena, and Apollo had been sent to Ms.Mendeleiev's class while Lyon and Vallia were in Ms.Bustier's. So the other three did not know how one of the sweetest teachers in the school had been akumatized.

To say that the three were shocked by what the twins had told them would be one hell of an understatement. So Mason asked the very first question that came to mind to the nearby class that his friends belong to.

"What do you mean, dude," Nino asked, confused.

Ms.Bustier's class was all sitting together that day, except for Chloe and her minion... I mean Sabrina.

None of the class really knew the other three very well. They only really heard some passing things from Aurore and Mirelle. Nathaniel had been told that the three were nice by Marc when he asked him.

"Well, from what we know, Marinette, Adrien, Lyon, and Vallia are the only ones not to be akumatized in your whole class," Apollo says. "The fact that your teacher has now been the victim to one of those moths makes it more of an anomaly."

"Butterflies, not moths," Marinette corrected.

"We're still not convinced about that," Apollo said. "But that may be more because Beautifly is a hero from our own country so butterflies do not come to mind when evil is being spoken of."

"Anyway, there just has been a lot of akumas from this school, and your class in particular," Lena says. "Even your principle has been akumatized."

They did have a point. Their class, alone, had Bubbler, Stone Heart, Lady Wifi, Antibug, Princess Frangrance, Vanisher, Refleckta, Horrificator, Dark Cupid, Gamer, Robostus, Evillustrator, Timebreaker, Volpina if Lila ever comes back, and now Zombizou. Even outside the class but still in school was Dark Owl, Stormy Weather, Syren, Riposte, Magician of Misfortune, and even the school fencing instructor as Darkblade.

Marinette and Adrien were probably the most aware of what the Greeks were talking about. Marinette actually kept a list of all akumas on her computer to keep track of them all.

"Even if Ladybug always fixes the damage done to the school, that doesn't always stop what has caused the akuma in the first place," Vallia said.

"I don't get it," Kim was confused.

"We figure that Ms.Bustier was not the type to really feel negative emotions, especially after what she tried yesterday," Lyon said. "I mean, Chloe vandalizes Marinette's gift for our teacher out of pure spite and she tries to give Chloe credit and say that she will think of both girls when she looks at it."

"Say what," Lena did not know about that. "Why would anyone on Demeter's green earth try anything like that?"

"It's Chloe being Chloe," Alix huffed. "Half the city has basically been akumatized because of her."

"From what I know, Nino and Max are the only ones in class that haven't been akumatized because of her," Lyon says. "That is excluding myself, Vallia, Marinette, and Adrien as we have not been akumatized at all."

"After how this guy has been basically feeding off of negative emotions for so long, that is an impressive feat to have never been a victim of it before," Apollo said.

"Hold on one second," Lena halted everyone. "I have one question. How long has Bourgeois been acting like a... um..."

"Spoiled brat," Marinette offered.

"Nightmare," Alya suggested.

"The biggest bully in Paris," surprisingly offered by Juleka of all people.

"All of the above," Adrien shrugged.

The class looked at him weirdly. Whenever anyone has anything bad to say about Chloe, he is usually the first one to defend her after Sabrina.

"I guess even the humanized sunshine has his limits," Mason snickered.

Adrien sighed. "More like Lyon really knows how to harshly, but necessarily, give someone a very needed slap of reality."

"Parakaló," Lyon said. Translation: You're welcome.

"What did you say to him," Marinette asked the icy teen. "Adrien can be as stubborn as Alya, and that says something."

"Hey," the Ladyblogger protested, making the class laugh.

"I basically force-fed him a few facts," Lyon crossed his arms, as stone-cold as ever. "Mainly how this girl enjoys making the people around her miserable and is always the first person to put them down."

"You probably needed more than that to talk some sense into him," Nino said. "No offense, dude."

"None taken," Adrien shrugged.

"Trust me when I say that when my brother verbally slaps someone, he doesn't hold back," Vallia said.

"It was just a few innocent questions to those like Marinette, Nino, and Kim that got my wheels turning," Lyon says. "They all said the same thing when it came to Chloe. They all shared a class with her for ten years and the girl has been a bully for all ten of them. Did she even stop when there is a psycho out there taking advantage of negative emotions? No, she did not. All for one simple reason. She. Does. Not. Care."

The class was thinking the same thing. That when Lyon gets icy, he really gets icy. It was one thing when Marinette and Alya would stand up to her, but Lyon took the cake when it came to verbal beatdowns. Vallia was not kidding.

"Do any of us even need to bring up the fire alarm incident," Lena crossed her arms.

That got groans out of everyone, even Lyon and Vallia. When Chloe had been the only one not to be punished that day, Mason and Apollo had to basically force Lyon to be cleaning on the second floor so that he would not shoot the brat with an arrow.

The Greeks were half-tempted to allow him. Especially since it was obvious to everyone that she had been the one to make the false call in the first place yet only got out of the punishment because her father is the mayor. The Greeks were sure that anything he does to make his daughter happy and so unpunishable would be considered abuse of power if anyone bothered to look.

"Has any teacher ever tried to actually punish her," Mason asked.

"Actually punish Chloe," Alix snorted. "It is more likely for Ladybug and Cat Noir to willingly surrender to Hawkbutt than for Chloe to ever be punished."

"I think most of us see akumas going after her as the punishments that she deserves," Alya said. "I certainly went after her when I was Lady Wifi from what Marinette told me."

"When I saw her being chased by a giant hairdryer, I thought that my birthday and Christmas had somehow both had been happening at that moment," Marinette giggled.

"I may have been the Evillustrator, doing that, but you're welcome anyway," Nathaniel said.

"When Sabrina was tormenting Chloe as Vanisher, that was certainly some karma coming back to haunt her," Ivan commented.

"From what Ali had told me, I managed to make her pretty repulsive when I was Princess Frangrance," Rose added.

"I would have paid so much money to see that," Kim laughed. "Especially after she posted that humiliating picture of me that got me akumatized as Dark Cupid."

"I wish I could have remembered Chloe's face when I made her look like me when I was Reflekta," Juleka said.

Each of the students that had been akumatized by the brat all shared their own similar thoughts. That they all wished that they could remember getting her back while they were villains, even if they didn't want to remember anything else.

"Hold it," Lena halted the class, silencing them. "How many of these akumanizations happened while on school grounds?"

Alya, Ivan, Juleka, Nathaniel, and Mylene all raised their hands. All of their torments by Chloe had happened at school, only Mylene's happening after hours though.

"So even with all of you being akumatized because of her bullying or abusing her father's mayoral status, no one in this school did a thing," Mason clenched his fists.

The silence was very telling.

"Unbelievable," Vallia pinched the bridge of her nose. "If anyone behaved like that at our school back home, they'd be expelled faster than you could say Olympus."

"Athena is most ashamed of them," Lyon says. "She is not the goddess of wisdom for nothing."

"It is not like we can do anything about it," Max wiped his glasses. "After ten years of Chloe getting away with her behavior and attitude, the odds of her changing or the school staff doing anything about her is about a quarter of a billion to one."

"Leaving the math to Max, I do still agree with him," Marinette said. "Chloe has always been like this and the teachers have always allowed it. They think that just because her mom left her and her father that she gets to act as horrible as she does with no risk of punishments or any sort of consequence."

"Why not do something about it," Lena asks. "Force a much-needed change."

"What could we do," Alya did not have a plan for once. "They never listen to us and we're just a bunch of teenagers."

"The best thing about being teenagers is that we grew up during this time," Apollo says. "So that means we know what needs to be fixed. The reason why those our age do better than their predecessors is that we have seen the problems they never bothered to fix because they are so set in their ways."

"There is a reason why people say that children are our future," Mason smirked. "That isn't some insane prediction that children will one day rebel and take over the world, you know."

"We... uh... we could all demand to be transferred to another class," Adrien suggested. "Like Ms.Mendeleiev's or something?"

"Would that even work," Mylene wondered out loud.

"If anything, so many students wanting out of the same class at the same time for the same reason should raise some red flags," Lyon stated. "Does this school have a Board of Directors or not?"

Marinette actually had a better idea. She pulled out her phone. There was a look on her face that even Alya was was a little scared of.

Fate chose that moment for lunch to come to an end. The bell rang for everyone to pack up and get back to their classes. Lena, Mason, and Apollo gave the class a look.

"Don't let adults make you think you have no power," Apollo advised. "Everyone has the right to stand up to a bully and to those that won't punish her."

With that, the three of them left, joining Kagami, Marc, and Ondine on their way back to class. Aurore and Mirelle were waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

"You, Greeks, don't hold back, do you," Alya rhetorically says.

"Alya," Marinette scolded.

"Just be happy that none of us are from Sparta," Lyon stated.

"So, what do you guys think," Alix asks them all. "Class or principle's office?"

They all got up as they put their things back in their bags. They were all looking between the two rooms.

"Now or never, right, dudes," Nino said.

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have had enough of Chloe Bourgeois to last all of our lifetimes," Marinette says.

The rest of the class did nothing but nod in agreement.

*****

"You all want to WHAT," Principle Damocles yelled.

"Did you not hear us," Vallia crossed her arms. "We want to transfer out of Ms.Bustier's class."

Vallia proved that Gardens did not hold back even when dealing with authority figures. It was a bit of a shock that it was the Flower Princess saying things like that and not her Ice Prince of a twin brother. Not that Lyon's silence and ice-cold stare was anything less scary. If anything, it only terrified them more.

Ms.Bustier had also been called in when what they wanted had been made perfectly clear. Chloe and Sabrina were behind her, as the teachers did not want to leave the two students alone in the classroom.

"A...All of you," Damocles stuttered, the students nodding. "It...It isn't possible. There isn't enough room in the other classes for all of you, even separated."

"Then make room," Lyon stated as if it was that simple.

"Why would all of you even want to leave," Ms.Bustier asked.

Their teacher, soon to be former-teacher, did look hurt. The students felt guilty over being the cause of her feelings being hurt, but it was also her own fault for never punishing Chloe.

"I think it's quite obvious," Marinette says. "We want to be as far away from Chloe Bourgeois as possible. We are sick and tired of her bullying us and getting away with it."

The rest of the class all voiced their agreement with the bluenette. To say that the two adults were shocked would be one hell of an understatement.

"Just because you are all jealous that you aren't as rich or beautiful as me..." Chloe started.

"SHUT UP, CHLOE," they all yelled at her.

"You can't talk to me like that," Chloe took out her hone with a huff. "I'm calling Daddy to stop you all from being mean to me."

"Call him all you want, we don't care anymore," Nino yelled, shocking the class as he had never yelled at anyone before.

"You have been destroying our work, bullying, and insulting us for ten years and we are no longer just gonna lie down and take it," Nathaniel sternly stated.

"Destroying work," Damocles was confused.

"How have you not noticed," Marinette snapped. "What about last month when Chloe destroyed the children's book that Alya was working on about Ladybug so she could read it to her sisters. Or a few months ago when Chloe dumped all that red paint on a dress I was designing in the art room."

"Well..." Damocles tried, but Marinette was not done.

"What about last year when Chloe ripped apart one of Nathaniel's sketchbooks," Marinette continued her rant. "Or that same year when she stole, and then snapped, a CD that Nino made of his DJ music. Or two years ago when she stuck a bunch of Juleka's and Rose's pictures in a bucket of paint."

"When I first heard about her doing that, I started keeping all my spray paints in a locked box that's in my locker," Alix crossed her arms.

"Which I saw Chloe try and break into more than once but you refused to do anything about it even when I had pictures and videos of her doing it," Kim glared at the authority figures.

"She tried what," Alix yelled. "And you didn't tell me!"

"Hey, even with proof, they didn't punish the brat," Kim responded. "You punching her would not have helped, even though she would have deserved it."

"Chloe would NOT have deserved it," Sabrina defended her 'friend.'

"She would have deserved that and so much more," Alya glared at the minion. "The rest of us see akumas going after her as karma coming to bite her in the butt."

"She's worse than Hawkmoth," Alix said for the second time in two days.

"She's caused so many akumas that you can almost call her Hawkmoth's sidekick," Ivan says.

"The fact that no one in this school seems to care about her victims speaks volumes about the staff," Lyon said. "There were a lot of spoiled brats back home, but at least our teachers and headmaster punished them when the punishment was deserved."

"After all this, Chloe should have been expelled a long time ago," Vallia put a hand on her hip. "Just because her victims don't remember what got them akumatized doesn't mean that the act did not happen at all."

"She even effects what other people think about those that hang around her," Adrien finally spoke up.

"Adrikins..." Chloe tried.

"No, you are not going to steamroll me this time, Chloe," Adrien actually glared at her. "I spent so much time defending you to everyone, but you just used that to hang off me no matter how clear it was that it made me uncomfortable. People already had bad opinions about me before they even met me because you were my childhood friend. They thought I'd be like you. Marinette did when she saw me messing with that gum on our first day of school."

The mentioned bluenette blushed, remembering that she did think he was a spoiled brat like Chloe when she saw that.

"Sorry about that," she said quietly.

"No need to apologize, Mari," Adrien says. "But that doesn't mean Chloe's attitude did not almost keep me from gaining friends. I've tried to get her to change for years, but she seems to only get worse. Every day she bullies, insults, and torments everyone around her and all we get told is that we need to be the bigger person or that there is nothing you can do. There is EVERYTHING you can do. Give her detention, lower her grades when she forces other people to do her work, scold her when she insults someone, act like you are TEACHERS!"

By the end of Adrien's rant, everyone was staring at him like he had suddenly grown two more heads. This was Adrien Agreste, who people have called the Sunshine of Paris. He hasn't talked to anyone like that since... he's never talked to anyone like that.

"What Chloe does to Adrien can basically be considered harassment," Lyon said. "I had a girl once try what Chloe is doing to Adrien. One phone call later and she was slapped with both a lawsuit for harassment and a restraining order before she could say Olympus."

"The look on her face when our lawyer handed her those papers was worth more than an entire family's jewel collection," Vallia giggled.

"Maybe not worth that much," Lyon says, making his sister roll her eyes.

"The point is, we are putting our feet down," Kim said. "If you won't punish Chloe, then we don't want to be in the same class as her."

"She has already been the cause of all our akumazations, other than myself and Nino's," Max pushed up his glasses. "Taking in my calculations of Marinette, Adrien, Lyon, and Vallia never being akumatized, the result of Chloe being the cause of any of us being akumatized again is roughly ninety-nine point nine-nine percent."

"How does he do that without a calculator," Vallia whispered to Rose. "Or a supercomputer?"

"We have no idea," the sweet blond whispered back.

"Have I ever mentioned I hate math," Vallia shook her head. "I'll always prefer geology to geography."

"You just need to forgive Chloe," Ms.Bustier tries. "Set an example for her to follow."

"I can let the anger go but I will never forgive Chloé Bourgeois," Marinette said. "We shouldn't be held accountable for the stuff Chloé pulls because we have to be good role models. You've only been our teacher for four years but Chloé and I have been together for ten years. She's been like this for a decade and nothing has ever changed."

"It's because of people like you," Adrien says. "Adults like you who look at Chloé and think her mother leaving her is enough of an excuse to act like a horrible person. You're better than the people who just want to be on her dad's good side, but not by much. You keep giving her second chances when she's already gotten long past the point of no return. You're enabling her behavior instead of punishing her even when she's been bullying everyone for years. Even I know that and I only started public school this year."

"Now, I wouldn't say bullying," Mme. Bustier says, trying for a smile. "That's a bit too far."

"She's been the biggest bully in the entire school," Alya says, arms folded, eyes firm. "We told you how she destroyed Nathaniel, Juleka, Nino, Marinette's, and my work several times. She's vandalized everyone's work. She's insulted and personally attacked every person in class too many times to count. There's always evidence and several witnesses every single time."

"But what have you done? Nothing," Nino took his turn to rant. "You've never once stepped in because you coddle her and think she'll eventually change even though she's proven she is never going to change . And do you want to know why? Because of stuff like this. Chloé vandalized the purse Marinette made you out of pure spite yet you had the nerve to try and give her credit for it."

"You want us to fix Chloé when you should be doing that yourself," Marinette took the baton. "Instead of doing something a responsible teacher would. Like, suggest a counselor work with her, talk to her dad, or detentions when she acts like a horrible person. You throw the people who care and respect you under the bus. Beyond preaching about love and trust, you do nothing to help us deal with Chloe. Chloe doesn't respect anyone but herself."

"The akuma that turned you into Zombizou was only even here because it was most likely going after Marinette," Lyon was not happy when he figured that out. "We can add nearly getting the human embodiment of a cinnamon bun akumatized to her already very long list of bad things she's done."

"We are the victims of Chloé Bourgeois's bullying and you expect us to understand and excuse her behavior when she hurts us," Marinette continued. "But you will never think about it from our perspective and never when this is reversed. We're sorry, Ms.Bustier, but we don't want to be a part of a class with a teacher who has no respect for us and continues to let a bully hurt every single one of us."

Silence washed over the room after they were all finished. They were all just so done with the brat of Paris.

"Now that you have all gotten that off your chests, I find that it is time you all go back to class," Damocles tells them.

There were about five seconds of silence for the students to process what their principle tried to just make them do. They were about to blow their tops and start yelling and saying that he had lost his mind if he thought that just because they said all that means that they want to get away from Chloe any less than before.

But Marinette's mother, Sabine, came walking in. The look on her face and the way she simply sat down in the visitor's chair like she was supposed to be there in the first place was a little terrifying.

"You, kids, should go and wait in Ms.Bustier's classroom," she told them in a sweet voice that brought chills down their spines. "Your principal, teacher, and I have much to discuss."

They did as she said, everyone quickly leaving the office.

Seeing her mother like that made Marinette remember a time a few years ago when she was told about the Chinese zodiac. Her mother had told her that she, herself, had been born in the years of the tiger. Marinette never truly believed that until now.

"Marinette, your mother is awesome," Alya cheered. "How did she even know to come?"

"At that exact moment, too," Nino says. "That was perfect timing if I have ever seen it."

Marinette smirked as she held up her phone, that she had brought put earlier.

"My parents were listening the entire time we were in there," she snickered. "I figured that Principal Damocles wouldn't listen to us, so I brought out the big guns."

"After seeing your mother's wicked skills with a baking slab during that one time someone tried to break into the bakery last month, I do not doubt that," Vallia giggled.

Marinette slightly shivered as she remembered the beatdown that her mother delivered against a man that tried to rob their bakery. He had arrived just after closing time after nearly a week straight of having a line out the door after the debut of Marinette's Ladybug and Cat Noir baked goods line.

The robber thought that after such a long time of good days, they would have a lot of money lying around. While they did, he had no idea of her mother's past of being very well trained in the martial arts. She grabbed the nearest thing to her, a baking slab used mostly by pizza makers to put pizzas in their ovens, and he was a bloody mess on the floor by the time the cops came.

When Marinette put her phone away, the rest of the class seemed to catch on to her actions and decided to add their own pressure to the principal.

Alya whipped out her phone with a speed that only all of her blogging would have given her. Mylene was very theatrical with her phone call, doing a lot of talking with her hands as her arms waved around as she spoke. Rose and Nino were also quite enthusiastic with their phone calls, not that anything less was expected out of them. Ivan, Juleka, Nathaniel, and Max were a lot quieter when they made their calls. Kim and Alix, of course, were basically yelling into their phones.

When Marinette looked at the twins and Adrien, their phones were not out. It made sense with the twins, having told them that their dad, who came with them, did not speak any French. He was usually very confused whenever they went grocery shopping and one of the twins always had to come with him as a translator. With Adrien, with his very absentee father and non-family bodyguard and assistant/manager, he had no one to call for something like this.

"If you want, I could drag your father here by his hair," Lyon says to the blond. "Or threaten him with an arrow to get him here."

"Lyon, as much as I would appreciate that, both of those things are illegal," Adrien sighed, but Marinette could tell that he was tempted.

"Hasn't stopped me from threatening Chloe with my bow before," the Greek boy smirked. "And that was only when I had a very long breadstick notched in it, not even an actual arrow."

"As the daughter of a baker, I can tell you just how dangerous a stale piece of bread is," Marinette giggled.

One by one, other parents and guardians of their classmates came running or walking into the school.

Otis and Marlena Césaire were the first ones there. Otis was too angry to greet the kids, but Marlena happily gave her daughter a basket of food to give out before both parents vanished behind closed doors. Fred Haprèle, easily recognized from his movie roles, tipped his signature hat to the class before entering the office. Claudie Kanté was next to arrive, giving her son a hug before vanishing behind closed doors. Mr. Kubdel arrived with Jalil, both men looking angry as they passed the class, but Alix was given a thumbs up from her brother.

Mr.LêChiến, a military man, was very intimidating as he walked by after giving his son a pat on the back. It was very easy to see where Kim got his strength from. The same could be said for Ivan as Mr. and Mrs.Bruel greeted their son, as both parents could be compared to WWE superstars. Rose's mother, a keen gardener, was as bubbly and kind looking as her daughter and it was easy to see where Rose got her love of pink from. Mrs.Lahiff did some motherly things to her son after she arrived, also telling Marinette and Alya that they were welcome anytime before she too went into the office.

Madam Kurtzberg, Nathaniel's grandmother, was last to arrive with Captain Couffaine. Luka, having come with his and Juleka's mom, helped the elderly woman up the stairs.

"Rise and rebel, land lovers," Captain Couffaine cheered in the students as she passed them, making her two kids slightly embarrassed.

Luka just joined them in the classroom, sitting next to Marinette.

"All Juleka would say was to come to the school as quickly as possible and to not allow mom to bring her sword," he said.

"If I was Juleka, I would have let her bring her sword," Vallia snickered.

"Considering that I've seen you use your bo staff against an akuma, I can see why you would," Adrien said.

"You two have slight violent tendencies, don't you," Alya asks, only getting shrugs in response.