#you get called an attention seeker if you're real

[coffinbrotherr]

"You can always vent to me!" Mfers when your problems aren't just "I'm sad :(":

[i-starcreamed]

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind

[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 19. attention seeker

welcome to the second act. warnings for this chapter include depictions of alcoholism and family issues

'BEING AN INFLUENCER WAS A REAL JOB THAT REQUIRED A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF WORK.'

Yeah, right.

Shin Yuna heard phrases along those lines all the time. Whenever she watched other people's content, a good majority of the influencers would rant about how difficult their life was, or how stressful their workload was when it came to recording and editing.

Sure, it took some effort to edit and upload new content. Yuna allocated several hours a week to do so, but all she had to do was set up a livestream for the cash to start rolling in. Wear something skimpy. Bat her lashes at the camera. Pout a little. Play up the damsel in distress act. It was simply too easy.

princessval***: omg girl pls stop drinking 😭 onlyyuna03: she's so messy i love her luvyuna***: you're back already? i thought you were taking a break onlyyuna03: @luvyuna*** you must be new LOL she always does this

But this—the flood of comments that poisoned her screen—was the curse of putting herself on the internet.

It wasn't like this during her first year of streaming. Back in high school, Yuna's parents were fighting every day, and since she didn't have any friends to talk to, she turned to the internet. She would stay up all night in random Discord servers, chatting with strangers and confiding in them about her family issues.

Naturally, these chats turned into voice calls, which later turned into video calls. Initiated by her, of course. No one else had their cameras on, though; Yuna quickly grew comfortable being in the spotlight, basking in the glow of praise from strangers. Comments like 'you're so gorgeous' and 'you should be a model' made her forget all about her family issues for a split second. Like that, it became like a drug for her.

Yuna, who was starved of attention, relished in the validation she got from online strangers. Strangers who wouldn't even share any personal information about themselves, going by fake names and hiding how old they were.

Soon after, she made her own Discord server, inviting everyone who wanted to see her get in front of her camera and talk about her day. She knew how to play her angles well, acting as if she was everyone's girlfriend while using them to satisfy her need for attention. It was a classic marketing strategy: Yuna knew her asset was her beauty, so she used it to her advantage.

All she had to do was send a picture of herself or talk in a cute voice, and everyone would fawn over her in seconds. In a life where Yuna's own parents neglected her, she found people who cared. Maybe their intentions weren't in the right place, but they were present and ready to listen to whatever she had to say.

She got ambitious, deciding to start live-streaming to a wider audience. Yuna started on Twitch, playing various games like Overwatch and League of Legends. She didn't have to be very good as long as people liked her face and stayed for her reactions.

As she grew a following, she moved to YouTube and TikTok, doubling her follower count in only months. Before, she would be talking to an audience of around 20 people, but now she was racking in thousands as soon as she went live.

Of course, there came drama, too. And Yuna found it exhilarating.

If someone called her out on something, all she had to do was come up with some sob story about how she didn't deserve to hear that, and everyone would come with pitchforks to defend her. She was very calculative in that way, knowing exactly when and how to turn the tide if it wasn't in her favor.

For some reason, that never seemed to work with her parents.

"You're a disappointment," her father spat at her the day she showed him her Yale acceptance letter. She had sparkles in her eyes and a bright smile all day, only for her to feel completely crushed. She couldn't understand why; it was her father's dream for her to get into Yale, after all. "This is the only acceptance letter you've got, huh?"

Yuna hesitated. The competition for all of the Ivy League schools was rough this year; she had been getting rejections left and right, but she thought her family would be satisfied with Yale. After all, it was her father's alma mater.

"Yeah," she answered in a small voice. She looked down at her acrylic-damaged nails, neglected from years of biting the skin until they bled. "I thought you'd be happy with Yale."

"Happy?" Mr. Shin barked out a laugh. "You didn't actually get into Yale on your own, you know that, right?" He scoffed when Yuna gave him a confused look. Then, Mr. Shin slammed his phone against the dinner table, causing his wife and daughter to flinch. "Five hundred thousand. I paid five hundred thousand to get you in. Mr. Nakamura only paid two to get Kazuha in, but I had to pay five. That's how useless you are."

"Sunoo? You know my old boss's son?" he would provoke her for the rest of dinner. "He got in all by himself. You know Hyejin's son—Anton—he got into Yale and Brown on his own, too."

"You need to work hard, Yuna," Mrs. Shin said before stabbing at her salad. "Your dad could only get you in as an undeclared major. You need to get into pre-med on your own."

Tears prickled her eyes, but she stayed silent. Even her college acceptance was a fraud; she had done nothing out of her own hard work.

Except her skyrocketing career as an influencer.

The high of her fame only lasted a short while, though. During the summer before her freshman year of college, Yuna's parents discovered what she had been getting up to on the internet.

Shameful, they called it, as if Yuna was committing a crime.

Yuna's parents were surgeons, and rather good ones at that. They both got their undergraduate degrees at Stanford, and then their doctorates at Harvard. The two of them became neurosurgeons after their residency and board exams, and then transferred to Mercy Health where Mr. Shin became the Chair of Neurological Surgery, which set the bar a little high for Yuna.

She was never spectacular. She was always more interested in makeup and clothes instead of science and medicine. Yuna would've rather worked toward a career as a fashion designer, often dreaming about fashion shows she could design for. She knew she would make it far, too—even Donatella Versace told her backstage during Paris Fashion Week that she had an eye for fashion, and that she could go far.

The few times she visited your house, she remembered meeting your mom, a well-known fashion designer herself, and showing off her sketches. Yuna distinctly recalled her words of approval, and she had to bite her tongue whenever your mom would offer to take Yuna on a tour of her studio, only for her parents to turn down the offer.

Her parents were so adamant about Yuna following their path to becoming a surgeon that they threw away all of her sketchbooks and colored pencils when she showed them her work. Even when she got the opportunity of a lifetime to be taken under Vivienne Westwood's wing, her parents crushed her dreams under their heels.

From a young age, she knew that hard work was only determined by her parents. Her true efforts were simply considered a waste of time.

Naturally, Yuna let out all her emotions when she live-streamed. It just so happened that her parents found out through the families of people who knew her. First, she would be grounded. When that wouldn't work, she would get all of her devices taken away. When she found a loophole around that, she would have to endure her father's rage.

Halfway through her first year at Yale, her parents disowned her.

She was on academic probation after her first semester. While she was trying to file a restraining order against someone who was stalking her (who claimed to be a fan), her grades managed to slip until she failed most of her classes. The worst part was, she had been expecting her parents to worry about the stalking incident, but they only cared about her GPA. Casting Yuna away was just protecting the Shin family's shiny status.

Everything was gone. Yuna was no longer part of the world you and Sunoo lived in. All her connections to the medical field, all her connections to the fashion industry—all out of her grasp. Still, maybe it was her flickering hope to somehow please her parents that kept her on the path to become a doctor. Not that it something she was genuinely interested in, but she knew it was the only way her parents would take her back.

Now she had to keep up her influencer career to support herself financially. There was no way she would be able to pay off tuition, even if Sunoo had generously paid the deposit for her small apartment. She had to keep up with bills, rent, and utilities all at once, and it was all too much for an eighteen-year-old to handle.

She got used to accepting help because of that. You helped foot some of her bills, Sunoo helped with tuition, Anton helped make sure she was eating, and the money she got from streaming and posting videos was enough to cover the rest of her expenses.

Even with an outlet to express her concerns to her fans, though, Yuna was struggling with barely making friends. You, Sunoo, and Anton were the only ones who lent a shoulder and an ear for her to dump all her pain and worries to. But she still had to hold them at arm's length. After all, all of their upper-crust families were in close contact with each other.

And then there was Lee Heeseung.

He was a new face in the socialite scene. No one had heard of him or his family before. Heeseung was probably Yuna's ideal type—handsome, intelligent, popular, and someone who hadn't been sucked into her world yet. Although he was alledgedly close to you and Park Sunghoon, no one else had any idea of what his family did.

Over the years, Yuna was terrified that she had built a reputation among the rich families that were in her circle. She could feel the disdain in their eyes when she was at social events, steering clear of every adult that looked as though they wanted to probe her for information about her college admissions.

Heeseung, however, was like a breath of fresh air. There was no judgment in his eyes when Yuna spoke to him, and that might have been the very moment she fell for him.

He was different. He didn't have any expectations of her nor did he feel uncomfortable when he found out she was a streamer. She liked that he came from a humble background, and he never judged her from where she came from. Even when Yuna confessed that she had been disowned, Heeseung never looked at her with pity in his eyes. He simply told her that he would be there if she ever needed him, and he left it at that.

She tried her best to get close to him, but the closer Yuna got, the more she saw under the surface—the more she realized she was heading toward heartbreak. It was clear as day that Heeseung was deeply in love with you, and it seemed as though he had no intention of considering any other woman. Even Yuna could tell he would give up everything in a heartbeat for your sake.

Yuna did her best to avoid conversations about Heeseung with you. She figured that if they never brought him up, then you wouldn't start to feel differently about him.

To her relief, you started dating Park Sunghoon.

Yuna used Heeseung's vulnerability to her advantage. As much as she liked him, he was a coward when it came to his own feelings; Heeseung could only bring himself to come clean about how he felt for you after you started dating another man. Of course, he was turned down—ignored, even. In your mind, you just wanted to keep up the fantasy of having a close childhood friend to the point where you had Heeseung bottle up everything he felt.

Yuna thought you were cruel back then, but she was even more so.

She knew that Heeseung couldn't do anything about his feelings no matter how much it ate at him, so Yuna pretended she wanted to listen to him go on and on about how miserable he was. It was all because of you, and, for a period of time, Yuna despised you for it.

Months rolled by, and Yuna found herself going over to Heeseung's dorm room nearly every day. They talked about anything and everything, and then the conversation would eventually shift to you. Yuna felt something chip at her heart every time he mentioned your name, but she braved through it all.

"Thanks for coming over," Heeseung murmured, running a hand through his already-messy hair. Yuna could smell the alcohol on his breath when she sat down next to him on the floor. Heeseung laughed. "One-month anniversary. Y/N always told me she found those stupid."

Yuna pressed her lips into a thin line. She remembered walking to class with you last week and hearing you gush about everything you bought Sunghoon for your one-month anniversary as a couple. She thought it was sweet back then, but hearing it come from Heeseung made Yuna feel sick.

"You don't have to thank me," she said, hugging her knees to her chest. "I just wanted to be here for you."

The first time she tried to kiss Heeseung was that night.

The first time Heeseung rejected her was right after he stopped her.

"I can't," he said at the time, drawing away from her. "I'm sorry, it's just—"

"You're not over Y/N," she finished for him with a twinge of bitterness.

He shook his head, saying nothing. Yuna felt a surge of misdirected anger.

Yuna knew from the moment she met you that people like you were the shiny gold coins that everyone wanted to have, and people like her were rusted-over pennies on the sidewalk to be stepped on and forgotten. She was a fool to think that Heeseung would see past that.

"I know that." Her tone was sharp as she got to her feet, and Heeseung followed suit right after. "But I suggest you get over her soon because it's not gonna happen."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Y/N would never go out with you. She already turned you down, anyway."

"Is that so?"

When Yuna turned around to look at Heeseung, his expression was like stone. Something ugly was twisting its way around her heart, squeezing out every semblance of affection she ever had for you.

"Yeah," she replied with a simpering smile, "because she's just too nice to choose the guy who broke her friend's heart."

"Broke—?"

"And," she said louder, cutting him off, "Sunghoon doesn't know, does he? Wouldn't he feel really betrayed if he found out?"

Heeseung kept his face impassive, but Yuna could tell he was seething. She cornered him quite well.

She kept that farce up for years. It was easy keeping Heeseung in line when you only had eyes for Sunghoon, and Heeseung was just so easily discouraged by Yuna's words. It was almost like he had no hope that you would take his word over hers, and that sent Yuna on some sort of power trip.

Her relationship with you was strange. Maybe it was at that moment when she realized that she was someone important to you, and that made her feel invincible somehow. She could do anything as long as you were on her side.

She liked drinking. Not because she particularly liked the taste of alcohol, but she loved the feeling of forgetting all her responsibilities. Every rotten memory of her parents would bury itself under the sand for the time being, and all she could feel was adrenaline pumping through her blood.

But she was never exactly in control. It only took a year to slip up in front of her friend group (thankfully when you weren't around), so she begged Karina, Yeonjun, and Giselle to keep quiet about her crush on Heeseung. They weren't even extremely close at the time, but they knew better than to tread on a situation between you and Sunghoon, whose parents were far more influential than theirs.

"It's only gonna cause more problems if she finds out," Yuna told them through choked sobs. "If Y/N finds out, things will never be the same between us, and Sunghoon doesn't even know that Heeseung has feelings for Y/N." As Giselle stroked her hair gently, Yuna said, "I can get over him on my own. Just please keep this from Y/N."

Karina and Yeonjun exchanged nervous looks before they reluctantly agreed. She had always been wary about Karina. Giselle was overly-empathetic to her situation, Yeonjun was a good listener because he thrived off of drama, but Karina had always seemed more skeptical.

And, as Heeseung knew, Yuna always found a way to silence people who she felt she couldn't trust, so she played dumb when she outed Karina on live.

It was a stupid move on her part, to be fair. Yuna deeply regretted it as soon as she realized what she said. Karina iced her out for months, and everyone else was on the colder side—even Sunoo, who had been her close friend for so long. She always felt strangely jealous of Sunoo, who got the approval of her father when she couldn't, but seeing him give her the cold shoulder nearly sent her over the edge.

"I apologized so many times!" she cried to him. Sunoo kept his guard up, but he always heard her out when she needed him. "I just don't know what else to do. I keep fucking up."

Sunoo frowned. "Do you even feel bad about what you did, or do you feel bad because you were caught?"

Yuna didn't respond to his question, but she knew exactly what the answer was. Was she pathetic? Probably.

She ruined everything. She always ruined everything.

Maybe it was just easier that way. Yuna knew that if she tried her best to please everyone, it would still never be enough. Hurting them before she cared too much was just a defense mechanism, as selfish as it sounded. If you chopped down the tree before it grew too tall, it wouldn't hinder the plants under its shade from growing.

The thing was, Yuna received blow after blow all her life without any acts of mercy. She was struck over and over again, and no one delivered the final coup de grâce.

Naturally, Karina came around and forgave her. Another missed blow. It was like Yuna was drunk off the drama itself because if she kept acting out and causing all these problems, then she could keep everyone's attention on her.

And then she wouldn't have to be so alone.

But the cycle went on and on, so when Yuna found herself texting Jay and Sunghoon in her drunken stupor, she hardly considered the consequences when she mentioned the long-kept secret of Heeseung's first love. You trusted her to keep your conversation with Jay about breaking up with Sunghoon to herself, but she violated that as soon as she could, too. She wasn't sure what it was, but whenever she looked in the mirror, all she saw was that she was as bad as her parents.

Yuna was fated to fall into the same destructive cycle over and over again until it stabbed her in the back for good. Until she bled out, though, everything was fair game.

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[awriterinthenight]

"I Have What?"

requested: @narkissistikos

words: 3267

warnings: swearing, suicide references, reader gets attacked, (I know the title is kinda bad, but if you read the story, then it's kinda funny), Miranda is actually a bitch like I hate people like her

summary: You're a mortal who keeps seeing weird monsters, but everyone thinks you're crazy, so when you're at an amusement park and get attacked by a monster, you meet the one and only Luke Castellan

Everyone said you were crazy, that none of it was real. Your parents didn't believe you, they thought you just had a wild imagination, your friends tried to ignore the weird things you told them about, and everyone judged you when they would you talk of monsters. Monsters weren't real was what everyone told you, but you would swear on the gods that they were, and that you could see them.

Eventually you were brought to a doctor, but they also called you crazy, an attention seeker, or that you just had a wild imagination. Everyone thought you just saw these things because you were always cooped up in your room drawing fantasy creatures from old myths. Your doctor recommended going outside, hanging out with friends, and trying to forget all the weird things you believed you say.

So once your parents told your friends, your friends decided what better to do than bring you to an amusement park. How could you not have fun there with the endless rides, greasy food, and the sound of hundreds of screaming kids? So fun (I'm being sarcastic).

You needed this, which was a major lie your friends and family told you. Just like every rich family, they can't have their little screw up who might be crazy, being shown out in public that way. So now here you are, three doctors, a bunch of medication that didn't work, and about 20 cover ups of your "stunts" (as your parents called them), later in your own personal hell, have fun.

"First we should do the Tilt-A-Whirl, then we can go on the bumper cars, then get food, then head to the Ferris Wheel," Stephanie said. With her everything had to be planned out, which wasn't so bad, but sometimes it sucked since then no one could divert from the schedule.

"I think that guy is looking at me. Do you think he's cute? Cause he's cute," Miranda said, looking at something that looked like it crawled onto Earth. Miranda was one of those girls who only talked about guys, and by the time you had a full conversation with her, you'd wish someone would pick her already.

Now you might be thinking, 'why would you be friends with those two if they made you want to jump off the top of the Ferris Wheel'. Well Little Sally, the only reason we hangout with them is because we have to. Stephanie was your mom's best friend's daughter, so if you two weren't friends then apparently your mom's had failed as friends, which made zero sense, but whatever. And Miranda was apparently a package deal (that no one ordered) with Stephanie.

The only decent one in your group was Christina. She didn't talk much, but the glances the two of you sent each other were louder than Miranda's laugh when a guy was around. Christina had been your friend since the beginning of middle school, and for some reason stuck around till now. She was your only real friend in your life, and the only one who cared. She might've thought you were also a bit crazy, but hey, it at least made you funny.

"Let's just get this over with," you said, walking towards the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Miranda groaned, "Don't be such a bummer, we're here to have fun," you and Miranda probably would've murdered each other by now if it wasn't for Christina reminding you that colleges don't accept you if you have a murder charge.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from her as Christina spoke to you, "If you don't upset her too much, then I'll buy you a slushie as compensation."

"Fine, but only if it's blue," you only drank blue slushies, they were like crack to you. You had made it through the Tilt-A-Whirl without hurling the two girls off the ride, and had made it through bumper cars with running them over either, so a wins a win I guess.

You were getting food now, since you were more likely to murder someone on an empty stomach, which was not a good thing when Miranda was around. Christina was busy getting you guys slushies like she promised you, while Miranda was flirting with the cashier when she was supposed to be getting you burgers. You stood in line for cheese fries when something caught your eye.

'Was that a snake!' you questioned yourself, as you swore you saw a snake slither out of the hat the cashier at the popcorn stand was wearing. You tried to slow down your breathing since it sped up from the shock. 'It's just another reason they think you're crazy. Don't let them think you're crazy’ the words everyone told you ringing through your head again.

The guy behind you seemed to notice that you seemed a bit out of it, "Cool shirt," he said, referring to your AC/DC shirt.

It caught you off guard, and you had to look down at what shirt you were wearing, "What- oh, uh thanks," you managed to stumble out, a bit embarrassed since the guy was kind of cute, but you have bigger problems right now.

"Are you okay?" he asked, seeming to be concerned about you in your shocked state. I'll take things that have never happened before for 500 Alex.

You looked up at him, taking in his brown hair and the scar on his face, "I-I'm fine," you told him, trying to think of an excuse since telling a stranger you saw a snake in someone's hair is something only bat-shit crazy people say, "I just witnessed someone sneeze into the popcorn, not something you usually want to see when you're about to eat," you lied, or at least tried to. How the fuck does someone know if their bad at lying or not? Welp, guess it's up the gods if he thinks I'm weird or not, oh look nothing new.

Surprisingly he let out a small chuckle, "I never trust any of the food here, I'm just getting some for my friends," he said.

You nodded, your mind still a bit distant. The strange guy nudged you a bit, "Hey, you're next," he said, since the person in front of you left.

"Oh, thanks, sorry," you said, quickly before walking up to the cashier. That was the last you said to the mystery guy, since he didn't talk to you again after you ordered. You made your way over to your friends, sitting down next to Christina.

"Oh my god," Miranda started, as you started to want to gouge out your eyeballs, "Who was that guy you were talking to? He was so cute, do you think he has a girlfriend?" she asked, then continued to talk about him, asking a million questions that you wouldn't know since you talked to him for not even a minute, and it was a lie you told, so that you didn't look fucking crazy.

"I don't know Miranda. I talked to him for like 30 seconds and it was about some lady who sneezed into the popcorn, by the way, don't get popcorn," you told her, fed up with her million questions.

Stephanie eyed you and said, "You don't need to be so rude, she was just asking," that's it you were jumping off the Ferris Wheel.

Christina could sense the tension, so she intervened, "Did you guys see Evan and Quinn walking around? I didn't even know they were going out," she gossiped, since it was the best diversion to use on the two. You zoned out, preferring to keep you sanity. Which was ironic since when you looked at the lady at the cotton candy stall, you swore she had wings, fangs, and claw-like hands. Okay, maybe you were fucking crazy.

The other weird thing was then when you looked back she looked like a normal person again. Even weirder was that the brown haired stranger looked at her too, then right at you. Something was definitely going on, but you sure as hell don't want to know.

You and your friends were about to head onto the Ferris Wheel, but something inside you told you not to.

"Stop being such a loser," Miranda complained, since she always had to have a problem with you.

"Stop being such a bitch, then maybe I will," you said, walking away. That wasn't your best comeback, but it'll do for now. You stood by yourself against a fence, contemplating why you didn't get on the Ferris Wheel. Was it A) the thought of being high up with Miranda was too tempting to push her off, and you didn't need a felony charge, B) that food was not sitting right, or C) did it have something to do with that the lady from the popcorn stand who now had wings, fangs, and snakes for hair, was about to attack the brown hair boy from earlier. If you picked C) then ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.

Shit.

You ran forward, pulling the boy back by his shirt before she could attack. His friends turned to look at the boy now on the ground, as you felt the greatest humiliation ever. The lady was gone, now making you look like a crazy person who attacked someone for no reason.

"What the hell is wrong with you," he yelled out in anger, dusting himself off as he stood up.

You stumbled back, confused to what had just happened, "I-I," you could barely make out any words, "I swore I...fuck," you said, running into the nearest bathroom to hide in.

You were crazy, you were bat-shit crazy. You were seeing things. Everyone was right. There's something incredibly wrong with you. Why would you do that?

In the midst of trying to call yourself down, you didn't even notice the woman next to you washing her hands, "You're really pretty, it's a shame what I'm about to do to you," she said, making you scared? confused? You didn't know anymore.

"Wha-what," was all you could stumble out, taking a step back.

She let out a breath, "You keep getting in my way, and I can't have that," she shouted at you, before lunging to attack. You had some self defence lessons, plus the skills from random rich people activities like fencing, plus great fight or flight instincts, so before she could rip your throat out, you dodged to the side. She ran into the sink, breaking it which probably hurt like a bitch.

Are you crazy, or are you crazy? Is what you kept asking yourself. The weird lady (more like a creature thing, since she had her wings and fangs back) lunged at you again, but you ran out of the bathroom this time.

You'd made it a good distance away from the bathroom when you accidentally ran into someone, literally. Your face hit their chest, making you stumble back a bit, and you would've fallen if it weren't for someone else catching you.

To your horror it was the boy and his group of friends from earlier. And to make it worse he was the one who caught you, "I got you," he said, "Now where is she?" he asked, his voice sounding rather urgent.

Your brain was still spinning as you tried to process everything, "Wha-what, you can see them?" you asked, entirely confused as to how they knew the things you kept seeing.

"Yes, but that's a conversation for later. Where did you last see her?" the girl of the group asked, and may you add, she seemed a lot scarier than everyone else.

You took a moment to catch your breath, "The bathrooms by the food stalls. It was the one from the popcorn stand, she tried attacking me," you told her, knowing that sentence sounded a bit crazy.

The boy still holding onto you nodded to the rest of the group, which consisted of 2 others, "Stay here," he said, as he started to head off with the others.

You snapped out of your dazed state and caught the boy's hand, "Wait, first tell what those things are," you demanded, finally wanting to know what the things you were seeing actually were.

"Later, just stay here for now," he said, trying to pull his hand away, but failing. Luckily for you (and unluckily for him) you were a pretty strong person.

"No," you said, standing your ground, "I've spent my entire life terrorised by those things, and now I have a chance for answers, so just tell what they are."

The boy seemed to have to bite back a smile, "You're feisty, you know that," he said, only making you more annoyed.

"And you're an asshole, are we going to spend the entire time naming each other's flaws, or are you going to tell me," you retorted.

He let out a sigh before speaking, "Let me go and I'll tell you, promise," he said, you had no other option so you let go, and trusted he would tell you, "Their gorgons, but I'm guessing you've seen other monsters. Do you know both of your parents?"

That was a weird fucking question, but not the weirdest thing to happen to you, "Why would you ask that, what relevance does that have to any of this?" you questioned.

"I-I just-" he said, trailing off when his friends had returned, but this time being attacked by gorgons, "shit." He then left you standing there, as he pulled out a sword from some random object. What the actual fuck is going on.

You watched the three people fight, as the people around you minded their own business, steering clear of the fight. How were they so calm, could they not see what was going on? You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice the dagger coming straight at your face. The boy turned around, a look of horror, then relief washed over him, as the blade went straight through you, falling onto the ground.

At that moment the boy realized you were mortal, and you realized your life is fucked up. Once again snapping out of your daze, you say the girl on the ground with the gorgon about to attack her. Without thinking (let's be honest, when do you ever think) you grabbed the dagger, throwing it at the gorgon. It hit her straight in the neck, causing her to fall to the ground and disappear.

The two boys quickly killed the other gorgon, helping up the girl as they made their way towards you, "You okay?" the brown hair boy asked.

"Oh, you know just another Tuesday," you said, your voice full of sarcasm.

"It's Saturday," the other boy said, not getting your sarcasm.

The girl hit him on the chest, "She's being sarcastic, dumbass. He's not the brightest person."

You nodded, "So, why can I only see the monsters, what are these monsters? Who are you guys? Why could no one see what was going on? Why did that dagger-" you were cut off by the boy with the scars, whose name you still didn't know, which was annoying.

"Woah, calm down," you shot him a glace, since that definitely wasn't the best thing to say in this situation, "You can see the monsters cause you have clear sight," he explained as if that made any sense.

"I have what?" you asked, still confused.

The boy seemed a bit apprehensive about telling you more, due to...issues we won't get into right at this moment, so the girl spoke up, "It means you can see through the mist," which once again did not help.

"That also doesn't explain shit, what even is the mist?" you asked, wanting someone to explain to you what was fully going on.

The other boy spoke up, "Should we tell her everything, or maybe bring her to Chiron?" he asked.

The boy went to speak, but the scary girl spoke first, "We can't just leave her clueless, we have to tell her."

"It could make her life worse though," the brown haired boy said.

They continued to argue until you spoke up, "Are you going to keep talking about me like I'm not here, or are you going to explain?" you asked, frustrated by what was going on.

"Look just let us talk for a moment," he said, before leaning closer to you, "Then we'll tell you everything, I promise," he said, his voice now rather low.

You knew better than to trust the word of a pretty boy, but dam was it hard not to, "Fine, but you better explain everything." The boy nodded, walking over to his friends as they huddled to talk. They weren't that quiet so you could hear almost everything. Something about a camp, and someone named Chiron, and how it would be a lot for you, and blah blah blah.

Their huddle came to an end when the other boy who didn't talk much shouted, "Would your parents care if you were missing for a little bit?"

Normally that would be a weird question, but nothing seemed to bother you anymore, "I don't even think they would notice if I disappeared for a year," you shouted back.

The boy approached you again, his friends standing a little ways away from you two, "We're going to take you somewhere where everything can be explained to you. You don't have to go, but if you want answers it might be your best bet, since it's a lot," he explained.

"I want answers, but why should I travel to some mysterious place, with three strangers whose names I don't even know," you countered, a bit sceptical.

"Fair point," he said, "Then here, I'm Luke Castellan," he held out his hand for you to shake.

The dumb gesture made you smile, something you hadn't done all day, "Y/N L/N," you introduced, still holding onto his hand.

Luke could feel his heart speed up a bit from how you were still holding his hand, and the fact that he made you smile, "Will you come with us now?" he asked hopefully, "I promise you won't regret it."

"That's usually something someone says before they do something regretful, but fine, I'll go," you said, watching his face light up with excitement.

"Great, my friends will get us set up to go, just know the way there may be a bit unconventional," he said, still holding onto your hand.

"I would expect nothing less," you joked, excited about what the future held for you.

You two waited for Luke's friends to come back, and made small talk trying to get to know each other, "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," he said, referring to when you made him fall down.

"In my defence I was trying to save you from a gorgon," you said, trying to not be embarrassed by your actions.

"My hero," he joked, as his friends arrived with the chariot.

"I don't think anything can surprise me anymore," you uttered, no longer surprised by the weird things you saw.

Luke let out a chuckle, "Oh trust me princess, there's a lot crazier things in this world that will surprise you," he said, the name sliding off his tongue by accident.

You tried to not let the effect the name had on you show, but you rather liked it. You didn't know what the future held for you and Luke, but you were rather excited for it. Unlike Clarisse and Ethan who already wanted to jump out of the chariot.

Current Taglist (ask to be added)

@almost-gabrielle @scarlett-8 @atashiboba @that1deerpersondownstairs @herondale-lightworm

[crow-caller]

I read a lot of YouTube comments, and I respond to a lot of them too. I don't know if this is... uncouth or whatever, but I do.

Sometimes, I get comments which are wrong. Sometimes they're abrasive. People who think trigger warnings are excessive, or that something I've called racist/ableist/antisemitic, Isn't. I do talk back to comments like this. And you know?

A Lot of the time, it works.

Most people who reply back consider what I say, and I've changed their minds. It's not that I'm some great writer, it's often that they are genuinely... confused.

A lot of people simply do not know Why trigger warnings matter, because their only context is mockery and extreme examples.

A lot of people don't know what institutional racism is. If you talk to people about things they don't understand, you won't have a scholarly debate— you'll have an argument where both sides thinks the other is an idiot. I had this recently.

I come at people with sympathy and then, gently, advise them. Do not talk to them like they're idiots or scum if you want to change anything. The above comment is saying "ableism isn't real", but what they unintentionally mean is "I don't know what ableism is so I don't think it's real." This is the case a lot of the time, because people's only context for what these terms mean is increasingly mockery, memes, and political ploys.

I was once a mod on the discord of a large gaming youtuber, a phenomenally half-toxic place— most regulars chill, most random lurkers posting the most atrocious memes and not getting why it was a problem. The head mod understood protecting lgbt+ people in the rules, but didn't Get nonbinary people — he was under the interpretation they were real, but the majority were attention seekers. He cited an account on tiktok, whose schtick was gathering and reacting to "blue hair pronouns" cringe. This was his only context beyond the moral instruction "our rules should protect lgbt+ people". He would have put that rule up either way, but only through discussing it did mods realize this was his opinion, and could explain why it was wrong.

I'm not advising everyone has to talk to everyone this way, I'm saying if you're going to engage, consider trying rather than venting.

[shiftingconfessions]

A lot of these new shifters who came from TikTok and Amino are lying. Not because their stories are unrealistic—they are realistic—but it's because Amino was coded the same way. In 2021, everyone got exposed for lying, and now on TikTok, they're admitting they're lying for attention. Now, shifting is real; I have been doing it since 2019, but be careful who you're following and who you're listening to. A lot of these new shifters who ran away from TikTok because it's crumbling are just Wattpad writers or having a false attempt at living "in the end" in hopes that helps them shift. And then, others are just having lucid dreams or false awakenings and calling it a day. Please do your own research; shifting is very real. Stick to the old shifters on here—I can think of 3—not anyone who came during 2024. The quality of shift Tumblr is becoming juvenile, which is sad because it's been one of the best communities thus far. Take from the OG and please dip so you don't slow down your own journey. This has happened on every platform, unfortunately, but the people engrossed in drama are lying and attention-seeking.

The stories that literally sound like they're Wattpad-coded or just make no sense to the foundation of shifting are lying; the questionable memories are lucid dreams or a hypnagogic state. Again, shifting is REAL, the law is REAL, manifesting is real, but a lot of people are uneducated and literally want to spread misinformation and lies for shits and giggles, and it's embarrassing. Keep it on Amino and TikTok—you know who I am talking about. m unfortunately but the people engrossed in drama are lying and attention seeker, the stories that literally sound like they’re wattpadd coded or just make no sense to the foundation of shifting or lying, the questionable memories are lucid dreams or hypnagogic state. Again shift is REAL the law is REAL manifesting is real but a lot of people are uneducated and literally want to spread the misinformation and lies for shits and giggles and it’s embarrassing keep it on amino and tik tok you know who I am talking about

As someone who shifts often and meets with other wise shifters across realities , here are some tips:

1. **Stick to the Law**: The law of assumption will not fail you and is always in operation. Learn about it.

2. **Avoid Useless Debates**: Stop engaging in meaningless debates; this isn't drama club. Those involved in such debates likely aren't shifting—they're like crabs in a bucket.

3. **Embrace Lucid Dreams**: Lucid dreams can be your best friend. You sleep for a third of your life, so use it to your benefit!

4. **Believe It's Possible**: Yes, you can shift without trying, but most won't achieve this because you can't do something you don't believe to be true. Don't lie to yourself; honesty is key to progress. It’s okay to want techniques and use them, it’s okay to be lazy sometimes but some of you guys are being lazy without the assumption that will aid you so it will not work!! Shifting is worth it but some work in it’s okay…

5. **Don't Let Doubts Hold You Back**: Understand that your doubts can't stop you. Don't attach yourself to them.

6.Use Methods That Fulfill You: Stop copying others. There are no rules to shifting, which is why it works differently for everyone. Just because a method worked for someone else doesn't mean it will work for you in the same way.

7. **Feeling Is the Secret**: Your emotions and feelings play a crucial role in shifting.

8. **Have Faith in Yourself**: If you doubt everything else, at least have faith in yourself. Shifting is a part of you and is within you.

Good luck, and research wisely! Shifting is very real it’s so amazing guys. Please don’t scroll too much on this app anymore the quality has gone to shit in the last week or two and it will get worse.. don’t make the same mistakes everyone did in 2020!!!! You all can do it even the people currently lying (and it’s very obvious pls log off lol) they can do it too :)! To infinity and beyond my friends ☯️

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[jimpagne]

the worst thing v gets is being called a leech and attention seeker which is what tkkers had been calling jm FOR YEARS. while disliking v because of shippers is petty it’s incredibly interesting how many jikookers had been defending v in the last few weeks while it’s complete silence within tkkers, youll never catch any of them defend jm

That's because a lot of Jikookers don't need to falsify reality in order to represent a certain agenda. Jikookers can be the bigger person if they need to be.

As someone who is truthfully OT7, I don't sit here hoping that hate trains form around someone that I see to be a "threat" to my ship. If I'm being completely honest, I think trying to consume Are You Sure?! from purely a shipping point of view is entirely counterproductive and not a good way to enjoy content. I think it's fun to gush over certain moments, but if you're only parked outside Disney+ or whatever streaming you're allegedly pirating it from just to see your ship in action... you're opening yourself to form biases and bitter feelings toward things that might not be directly encompassed within your ship's boundaries.

This is why I made a call out post whenever certain jikookers resorted to bullying Taehyung whenever they saw that he was going to be a guest on the show. Though I already hear people coming, saying "Oh, but taekookers are bullying Jimin to hell and back, so why can't we?"

Well maybe you shouldn't because it shows that you have the representative IQ of a toad. So let me get this straight, people who are NOT Taehyung bully Jimin... your first course of action is to... bully Taehyung? I think reciprocal hate is incredibly stupid and unwarranted. If I'm going to shit on the behavior of taekookers, guess who I'm gonna take it out on? That's right, I'm going to take it out on taekookers -- not Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung is currently serving in the military, so I doubt he's logging onto Twitter or Tumblr or whatever to say nasty things about his BEST FRIEND. I think people tend to forget that Jimin and Taehyung are tied at the hip and have an entire song where they wax poetry about how much they care about one another...

Anyways.

A lot of Taekookers live in another facet of reality, so in order to make half of their agenda true, Jungkook has to dislike Jimin, the company has to be forcing their fanservice, Jungkook's mother had to have been sent a script beforehand to ask about Jimin, Taehyung was lying about only seeing the trip details a few days before departure, Jungkook was holding Taehyung's waist in this screenshot (but don't look at the footage where it shows otherwise!), Jungkook only acts "cold" (if being humorously bratty is considered cold) toward him in certain scenes because the producers want Jikook to appear more real, HYBE has some joint contract with the South Korean military to put Jimin and Jungkook together in order to hide the real gay couple that is Taekook--

The more you dive into their rhetoric, the less it makes sense. Taekookers also argue with LITERAL KOREAN PEOPLE about translations in the show. Also it's super funny to see them shift from the narrative that she show is scripted to suddenly saying -- no, it's not scripted, to then saying this part is scripted, to then saying, no the whole thing is scripted again, to then saying, actually at this time stamp they went off the script and--

Fucking crazy.

I think what I noticed the most about a lot of taekooker's rhetoric is that in order for something to be true, they need to create a lie or insult the intelligence of both Taehyung and Jungkook.

So you're telling me that two grown men have to lie about who they're with and what they're doing in order to make your ship real? You're telling me that Jungkook and Taehyung are not intelligent enough to negotiate their contracts or what type of "fanservice" they have to engage with on the regular? You're telling me that Jungkook lied about who he saw on his birthday in order to protect Taehyung? You're telling me that after ten years of being in the same group, Jungkook is actually uncomfortable with Jimin but still decided to get a matching tattoo with him and all the other members? You're telling me that the homophobic country of South Korea is willing to hide a gay couple by endorsing a manufactured gay couple? In the military? Where gay people are famously treated well?

That's sarcasm, for anyone who might lack reading comprehension.

Taekookers are the literal embodiment of that one post where the person is like "source(s): trust me bro" because half of what they spit out makes no fucking sense and is actually insulting to Taehyung and Jungkook. Like y'all constantly insult their intelligence and their free will and make it seem like they're trapped behind bars and don't have enough money or power to negotiate what THEY want. I've even seen certain taekookers become Jungkook antis after Are You Sure?! came out because they think he's being mean to or bullying Taehyung.

God, the lights are on but nobody is home.

[kookiecrush]

Here's the thing, you guys want to believe that he's not doing it for attention because he makes you believe your ship is real so your blind to the truth. Taehyung posts JK because you guys eat it up. You can deny it all you want but he really is feeding you tkkrs because why is it always JK? Because he loves the attention you give him.

Me whenever j*kookers cry about Tae doing anything that involves Jungkook

*sigh* I really wish you bitter clowns would give it a rest. BH is churning out the company content that keeps your ship running yet you still find time to vilify and disparage Tae for simply posting a few pictures of Jungkook. Is this really how you want to spend your time? And we all know you would have had zero problems if Tae had posted a different member or if it was a different member that had posted Jungkook. Your insecurities are really showing and it's kind of embarrassing.

The reason Tae's posts get you all into such a bother is because they're just further proof of the close bond between Jungkook and him. You can no longer call them "awkward" or "distant" and you hate it. Every time he shows us how close they are and how much time they spend together, you guys panic because it doesn't fit your made-up narrative. You know full well that taekook being the closest debunks your ship so you've convinced yourselves that Tae is a liar and an attention seeker. You discredit him at every turn and constantly question his intentions and integrity because you're scared he'll ruin the fantasy that you've created. But if you have to turn one of j*kook's closest and dearest friends, someone they consider family, into a villain just for your ship to make sense, then guess what? It ain't real.

And he doesn't love the attention, anon, he loves Jungkook. That's why he posts him so much. It really is as simple as that.

Anyways,

[not-goldy]

I'm done talking about him too, because that was the final slap to Jimin's face for me, but jkk need to call out Jk more. And I don't mean you because you're the only one who will call out Jk when he's being petty. You even call out Tae and Jimin. No one else will, when right now Jk is every bit to blame for what Tae does, cause he allows it. I wish more were like you.

Tae is writing captions on that hawaii pic directly on Jk "he's so pretty I could die" which might be "love him so much" unless that is tkk fake translation. Jk needs to stand up. Everyone claims JK is not controlled & yet he hasn't done anything to stop Tae from getting his "maybe" partner DRAGGED. Tae put an open Jimin/jikook anti Taekook account on his IG and the first thing Jk did when he saw Tae after that, was get in the car with him at Jin's discharge. Tae is writing weird captions about someone else's "maybe" man when the majority of his fans think he's dating that him instead? Makes no sense. Jk liked tk flirting edits & been a willing participant in everything Tk for the last 2 years. He said the show was set up. He said he wanted to do special forces & okayed that shirtless facetime TK pic knowing Jimin was being dragged for months for enlisting with him & doing that show. He added gas to the fire for no reason. He followed a tkk before enlisting. When Tae does something he's being called an attention seeker yet the man he's using isn't saying anything or speaking up & no one calls him out. Tae's mission seems to be to prove Jikook is not real & set jkk straight and Jk is doing nothing to contest that when his own character & loyalty is being called into question, even some saying he used Jimin the entire time, faking support for him on them lives because he as hurt over the taennie situation and jikook baiting on purpose just to piss Tae off. And now these anits look right & saying it worked cause since Tae and Jennie broke up & he hasn't shut up about JK. jkk won't call him out cause it calls into question his relationship with Jimin. Hey but TK are grown men and do as they please and owe noone nothing. I know JK cares a lot about Jimin, but something ain't right here. I feel horrible for Jimin.

[cookiewoli]

Moon's Whisperer - Sandrock fanfic

I'm not a writer usually, it's been like 10 years since I didn't write a story. But I wanted to try again and do a fanfic with my Sandrock's OC and Elsie.

This story is about an OC and Elsie, it takes place during the quest "Chasing Elsie", so it included spoilers. One character called Panah is included, and is a real character who will be in the game Project ME. Elsie mentioned her meeting with her during the quest.

More of that, I'm not a good writer, and English is not my first language, so sorry in advance

(I put the info references, click on the sentence it's a link)

Chasing Elsie quest

Project ME Panah in game

Project ME Panah drawing reference

Chap 1

The sun had just risen. It was the most beautiful, impressive and comforting moment of the day.

In the hollow of a cliff, the troop of monster-seekers gradually awoke and emerged from their respective tents to gather together in the square around a large campfire. Everyone came at their own pace, greeting each other in a friendly manner. It had only been one night since they had parted, but the reunion was always so pleasant.

Food rations were distributed as people arrived and settled in.

Once everyone was in their places, one of them stood up and moved to the center of the square. She quickly cleared her throat to attract the group's attention.

She was a tall woman with long brown hair flowing in the wind; her shoulders supported a yellow cape, and a mask adorned her face. She looked like something between a superhero and a McMole.

With her hands on her hips and her back straight, she seemed confident and energetic.

"Good morning, everyone! I hope you had a good night. Today, I'd like to introduce you to a new arrival!"

Whispering exchanges began without further ado. A new person joining the group? How did she get here? After a few seconds of suspense, she continued:

"I found her last night near our camp. She…

She seemed to be searching for words.

-She seemed to have run away from home. She'll tell you about it if she feels up to it, which is why we're all going to welcome her today! At least until she gets her strength back. Meet Elsie!"

The whispers died down, and a red-haired girl stepped in front of the group.

"Hey…! Nice to meet' ya. It's a bit embarrassing to be shown off like this in front of so many people, haha…. My name's Elsie! I hope to fit in with you soon!"

Her tone was cheerful and determined; she seemed in no way uncomfortable in front of so many people. The crowd exclaimed with several shouts:

"Welcome to the Monster Researchers camp!"

Some people stood up to shake hands directly with Elsie. "What a warm welcome!" She thought. Being the center of attention like this and cheered on for her arrival embarrassed her in the end. But she already felt at a new home.

"Come here, I'll show you your tent."

Elsie followed the one who had brought her here: she introduced herself as Panah. She had the makings of a leader and someone she could trust. Elsie felt safe with her, and already admired her.

On the way, they heard repeated crashing noises at regular intervals.

"Aaaah, sorry, but your tent is near the forge stand. I hope you don't mind the noise…?"

Out of politeness, Elsie wanted to reply that there was no worries, even though she knew in advance that the noise would soon annoy her.

"No worries, haha! Thank you so much Panah.

-You're welcome, that's normal! Take the liberty to go and rest, or get to know the other members of the camp. See you later!"

Panah walked off into the distance, greeting Elsie with a quick wave of the hand.

Elsie put her hands on her hips, undecided. She was so excited to have landed here that it seemed unimaginable to go and rest now. So she thought of introducing herself to the whole camp, starting with the blacksmith, who was just a few meters from her tent.

She rounded the bend that separated her from the stand, and arrived at the forge. Obviously, someone was there, working.

He was a rather imposing man. His hair was white, but with a black gradient. It was quite disheveled, and his front hair fell over his face. He had delicately braided his right side. Elsie then noticed that he had a long ponytail, tied low at the back.

After observing him from a distance, Elsie moved closer. The man was still tapping his sword, forging a sharp blade.

"Howdy!"

Elsie began playfully, waving her hand at him.

The man raised his head a few inches to look at the woman who had just disturbed him.

Elsie could then take a closer look.

His eyes were orange, with a confident, cold and intimidating look. He had a purple star-shaped tattoo on his left cheek; (it reminded Elsie of someone…)

He lowered his head to continue his work. He had completely ignored Elsie's greeting. She seemed embarrassed, so she continued:

"I'm new here! I arrived today.

-Okay."

His reply was curt and instantaneous. Elsie didn't know where to put herself.

"Er… My name's Elsie…!

-Hmm hmm."

He only nodded to let her know he'd heard.

Elsie began to wonder. Did he have trouble speaking? Like the doctor Fang in Sandrock? Did he already hate her? Was he like that with everyone? Despite this, Elsie didn't want to let the discussion end.

"You… Are you a blacksmith?"

With a heavy sigh, he put his hammer down on its base with a jerk, and stared at her.

"No no. I'm a florist."

Elsie sensed the sarcasm in his voice, and it was sincerely starting to annoy her. What's wrong with him?!

"Okay mister "the florist". What's your name?

-Are you done with your questions?"

This was too much. This insolence had become unbearable. Elsie let out a growl of frustration:

"What's wrong with you dude?! I'm trying to be nice and you talk down to me!

-Well, don't talk to me."

He picked up his hammer again and continued his work. Clearly, the discussion was over.

Elsie stomped off. Is everyone here like him?

She passed Panah on the way, already wandering about her duties as leader. She was bringing water rations to everyone. She immediately noticed her annoyance.

"Hey, Elsie! We meet again so soon, and it's already not going well?

-Why am I standing next to a dumb blacksmith?!

-Ah, I'm so sorry… Actually, there's a reason why the tent near the forge is never taken. I promise I'll get you somewhere else as soon as I can!

-I guess you know this blacksmith well?

Panah set her crates down and scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment.

-Yes… His name's Cassius. He's the least friendly guy in camp. You did wrong to introduce yourself to him in the first place.

-Why is he so mean and sarcastic?!

-Don't take it personally, he was like that with everyone at first.

-And does he plan to become friendlier over time, or should I put him on my freak list?

-Hmm…"

Panah pouted. The answer seemed obvious from the look on his face.

"It's complicated". Is that what you're going to say?

Elsie had read her mind.

-Yeah, well… Very complicated. But I know his greatest weakness…

A slight sneer appeared on Panah's face. This intrigued Elsie.

-Ooooh…? What kind of weakness? A sensitive subject? An embarrassing anecdote? A devastating secret?

-Sweets.

-Huh?"

Elsie looked disappointed, and lost. Sweets? Was that the weak spot of the camp's most imposing guy?!

"You heard me right… Sweets soften him up. And… So does alcohol, for that matter."

This last sentence had been said in a whisper. But unfortunately Elsie had heard.

"Right. There's one thing he's crazy about. It's lollipops."

Panah pulled one out of her pocket, and Elsie couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA! Is that really his weakness?! It's ridiculous and so humiliating for him!

Panah followed Elsie in her laughter.

-Honestly, it makes everyone laugh too! But I promise you he'll let his guard down if you give him one. He can't help having one in his mouth all the time. Here, give him one when he's done. I'm sure he won't be able to refuse.

-What?! Do I have to go back? But what do I tell him?

-Hmm…

Panah ponders.

-You said you wanted to learn how to fight, right?

-Exactly… I always wanted to learn, but my parents always refused…

-Very good! There's your opportunity! Ask him to forge some weapons for you to train with. If you have a good reason to talk to him, he won't turn you down."

Panah patted her on the shoulder and Elsie nodded, taking the lollipop in hand. She'd never tasted one, but it sounded delicious. Panah moved slowly closer, whispering with a wink:

"Besides, it's the last apple lollipop…! Tell him that."

They exchanged a laugh, and went their separate ways.

Cassius looked disappointed when he saw that Elsie was coming back to see him. Hadn't he made himself clear? He didn't want to see anyone, and certainly not her. He saw her as a child who wanted to make friends with everyone by coming up to him every day. That kind of person, he met a lot of them.

"I'm back!

Elsie shouted.

-Unfortunately.

At least that's an honest reaction.

-Can I… Help you with anything?

Elsie was desperate to try a rapprochement, with no sweets involved to begin with.

-Yeah, I need a favor."

Elsie's eyes widened victoriously. Had she already succeeded in befriending him? He's about to ask her for a favor!

"Yes, of course!

Elsie jumped for joy.

-See that place over there?

Cassius pointed to the cliff in the distance.

-Can you go see if I'm there? Just in case."

Disappointment. Elsie didn't know what was keeping her from sticking it to him. His insolence was unbearable!

"Haha, very funny. I've come to see you so you can forge me a weapon."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. Her? Weapons? Was she really planning to learn how to fight with a weapon?

"Sorry I don't have the tools to make children's toys.

-Hey, I'm not a child!"

Elsie hates it when people treat her like a kid. She's so much more than that! Admittedly, she lacks a little maturity, and her appearance is very childish…

"I think you're a kid. How tall are you? Like 1m20? You're tall for a 7 years old.

-I'm 1m52! Are you kidding me, I'm 18!

-It's the same. Anyway, you're not going to be able to carry much with your skinny arms.

-I've tried double daggers before, and I'm pretty good with them!

-Hmm hmm."

This is it, the moment. Time to exploit her weakness. Elsie took the lollipop out of her pocket, but kept it hidden in her hand.

"I've got something for you.

A grin appeared on Elsie's face.

-Hmm hmm.

He continued to raise and lower his arm repeatedly on the anvil.

-The last apple lollipop"

Cassius stopped tapping his anvil very briefly. Elsie had just caught his eye. Out of embarrassment that she'd noticed his interest, he continued tapping as if he'd heard nothing. But Elsie had clearly seen his reaction.

"I'll give it to you if -

-I don't want it."

She was speechless. That technique hadn't worked. Yet Panah had told her it would be a success! Maybe Cassius really does hate her, after all….

"You know what? I'm outta here. And I'm going to eat that last lollipop. Too bad for you.

-I'm not a dog you tame by feeding it. I don't like it when people in the camp do that to me. And I like it even less coming from a stranger."

The plan ended in failure. Elsie tucked the lollipop away in her pocket to eat later. She returned to her tent.

The next day, as usual, the group gathered around the fire for breakfast. Elsie noticed that Cassius was not present. What does it matter? It's better for her not to see him.

She got to know the other members, all of whom were nicer than one another. She really felt she belonged here. People saw her as she was, and not as a ranch kid who played pranks on everyone. She thought back to Sandrock; her family, her friends… She missed them all. But she swore she'd come back, once she felt ready. Ready to take responsibility for her actions, to face her mother and father, to apologize for her mistakes and behaviour. She wants to be someone else, so her parents can be proud of her.

Once breakfast was over, Panah asked Elsie to meet her in a few hours at the training area, to teach her how to fight. But she… She has no weapons! Cassius refused to forge them for her. Her first thought was to go and see him.

She didn't have time to get to the forge before she bumped into Cassius on the way. He stopped in front of her and handed her some double daggers. He had never looked more imposing than at that moment. It was the first time she'd seen him standing, and… He's a giant. He's probably at least six feet tall. His eyes stared intently at her, always with an air of disinterest. She couldn't help lowering her eyes to his torso. He was as tall as he was wide… He was so muscular that she wondered what it felt like to touch those muscles. She quickly looked up into his eyes to avoid appearing impolite.

"But… I thought you didn't want-

-I refused at the moment because I wanted you to leave me alone. And to show you that you can't buy people with gifts. But I was going to forge these daggers anyway. That's my job."

Elsie gripped the daggers. They were light, and perfectly sharp. She couldn't help but jump for joy! She stopped moving, and took yesterday's lollipop out of her pocket. To tell the truth… She was planning to give it to him today, rather than eat it.

"Here. Thank you.

-What's this doing here? I thought you-

-That I ate it? No. I just said that out of anger. And I may have left it in my pocket. Are we even?"

Cassius retrieved the lollipop and nodded his thanks. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, before leaving. Panah arrived just then:

"I see it worked?

-Yes, it did. Not the way you told me, but… It worked.

-You know, he… He spent the night on those double daggers.

Elsie opened her mouth wide, dazed.

-What? But I'd have known if he'd worked on them, my tent's right next to the forge!

-He moved the anvil and his equipment further away so the noise wouldn't wake you up. You know, he's the best blacksmith in the camp, and one of the best I've ever known. He does an excellent job, and quickly too."

Panah winked at her before leaving. Elsie couldn't help but let out a sigh followed by a laugh. She was really struggling to understand Cassius's behavior. Maybe he's not as mean and intimidating as he seems.

Next chapter <-

[fleapit]

“No one is saying gender is a choice”

https://www.tumblr.com/genderkoolaid/752910129568055297/we-should-start-having-the-gender-talk-with-our

They quite literally are. Though. As well as identities, treating as them as if they’re just toppings you pick and choose rather than descriptors that have minimal criteria. Calling yourself ftm because you “like the label” and being ftm bc you have sex dysphoria and wish to/try to/are transitioning to a more male body are two incredibly different things, you don’t “choose your gender” you simply are a gender, and the “progressive trans people” (ie people co-opting this for whatever reason, to feel special mainly) pushing this idea are fucking over actual trans people to a fucking giant degree.

dude im going to be so honest with you, youve been in and out of my inbox for three days and it's kind of weird that you keep refreshing my blog to send me asks about this still. that is NOT what the post you linked is talking about and you need to work on your reading comprehension. that post is talking about how we should make it EASIER FOR KIDS TO COME OUT AS TRANS because gender identity is fluid and is something that they can change, which a transphobic society tells them is impossible. fuck, dude.

literally nobody is saying that being trans is a choice. but fucking honestly man, even if it was, why do you care? it doesnt affect you. i mean this in the nicest way possible but if someone does/doesnt experience dysphoria, how they identify, what their personal feelings are on THEIR presentation and their gender? that's just none of your business! and you don't get to go around demanding to know every little bit of someones traumatic experience- or lack there of- to decide if they're 'trans enough' or not.

nobody is pretending to be trans to feel special dude. thats right wing propaganda bullshit that you've fallen for. you just dont know their life and you are not the fucking authority on it. your experience will never ever be 1:1 with someone else and you can't decide that yours is the superior one to have. you don't get to decide that someone isn't trans just because their identity doesn't make sense to you. fucking grow up.

someone else's joy is not obliterating yours. it's not a random trans person on the internet's fault that you have dysphoria. stop blaming other people for your problems when they're struggling just as much as you. you aren't entitled to the details. move on with your life and MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY instead of trying to make OTHERS just as miserable as you are, because no matter how much complaining you do, someone isn't going to just STOP being multigender or STOP being a trans man and a woman or STOP being nonbinary just because YOU DECIDED it wasn't real and they were 'faking for attention'

honestly. we're all just trying to pay our fucking bills. it doesn't fucking matter to the people trying to murder us if you're a binary trans man good perfect ideal tranny who passes 100% or a multigender fagdyke they/its 'pick-me attention seeker' - THERE ARE NO GOOD QUEERS IN THEIR EYES, AND THEY WANT US DEAD. i think that takes priority.

just mind your fucking business and you'll find yourself a lot fucking happier. good lord.

[quandaryqueen]

With Young Justice Riddler(or more if you want): He is coming home from a cuddly date with Y/N at the fair, and he realizes that his shirt smells like Y/N. So Eddie pulls his shirt up to his face to smell it before it fades away.

Lightheaded, lighthearted

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

OHOHO this wil be good, to those who are requesting more of our pathetic baby YJ Eddie, I love you guys sooooo so much 💝✨

💚 It is most crucial to introduce major players in this little trip, so I won't refer these group fo people as solely 'your friends' throughout the whole narrative.

There's Lee, the horndog with the innuendos. but with that innocent face, no one suspected a thing and no one would believe you. The brightest, yet sometimes dimmest. Other than that, she's a sweetheart.

Diedre, the thrill seeker. Enables Lee a lot with her continuous spur of innuendos by adding fuel to the fire. A great cheerleader and pep talker, she is very encouraging and supporting, always the loudest in the crowd when it comes to showing support.

Nina, the stoic one, the sarcastic edge over lord. Mistress of dry humour, straight-faced and takes no shit. May look like she doesn't give a fuck, but don't let that fool you, she's the older sister friend that keeps everyone in check if she isn't the one enabling it, which is normally the case.

Marian, but she prefers to be called Macy, mom friend supreme. Sweet, warm, welcoming. Holds the metaphorical child-leashes in your friend group. Is placed under constant stress with either Lee, Diedre, Nina and you from your unique individual needs, circumstances, fuck ups and such.

💚 Carnival fairs!!! The food, the sights, the ambiance! The screams of children and adult alike as they course through the air from a highly questionable machinery that's probably overdue to repairs and maintenance... ITS FUN I SWEAR---

Well, you can always avoid the rides... But you have friends who are good in peer pressure, in which case, yes, you cannot avoid it. You can delay the rides by going elsewhere, but it won't take long until one of them hurls you in one of those the rides.

If you can tolerate/enjoy such activities, good for you. Your date on the other hand... Well, you gotta save it for last if you want him coherent, not vomitting and standing with two of his feet on the ground.

💚 And so while you're evading the carnival rides, Edward has taken to test himself with a few range-shooting games for fun. He's held a real gun before and aimed it at the Bat before, surely he can do it in a setting in which it's not really. Keyword, aimed, never shot. And he's only ever used it to intimidate anyways--but surely! Surely he can use a fake one! And besides, the targets aren't even moving... Unless the game is rigged, then it was not on him.

Anyways, there were five bullets loaded in the toy gun and you have a specific amount of targets to knock off a terrain to win a specific objects with points written on them. Ten points can win you a pen. Fifteen points you can win a snack. Twenty five points get a pencil case. Forty points can get you the fun ones, the stuffed points and boy, was he aiming for a one hundred to win youthe biggest stuff toy in there.

He has the gun in his hand, on a stance of what he thinks is the proper pose for a marksman.

Aim... Ready... Fire.

Aaaaand it missed. His aim was waaaay off. Upon firing, he catches the attention of your wandering friends and began to gather behind you. Knowing them full-well, they were going to heckle the fuck out of your poor man for the fun of it and though it's all in the name of fun and they don't really mean it, but you know how Edward can be a touch sensitive. Instead, Lee, Diedre and Nina stood behind scrutinizing the targets, then the operator, who has his eyes on you.

Whatever, he has four more shots.

... it didn't knock the target off the terrain.

Nina steps next to Edward and squints at the target for a moment, before turning to him.

"Try shooting that one," She points at the one at the edge, in which Edward follows and surely hits the target, but it didn't fell off. He empties the bullets, and it barely knocked it over. "Huh... The glue on that target sure is strong, ain't it Mister?" Nina points a barely concealed condescension at the operator, her accusatory gaze contorting to irritation when Macy smacked the sarcastic lass by the shoulder.

"I assure you, ma'am, they're not. See?" The operator demonstrates by picking up the target. Seeing satisfaction in Nina's eyes, he lowers the target back down.

"Sorry about that, Mister." Macy sheepishly smiles at him.

"Nah, I get it."

"I'll have another try."

Your friends glanced at your date with stunned faces. Oh he is determined to get you that damned stuffed animal, fuck his wallet.

💚 About five tries, not a point in his calibre and at this point, he was getting embarrassed. He is aware this might be rigged but at the same time, his ego was way to big for him to back down until he won the price. He is winning this for you, goddamnit! It feels as though he was playing basketball, and he has the ball and proclaims to you that this shot is for you, only for him to fail at shooting the ball in the ring and it just looks pathetic and to him, it symbolically equates his love for you being untrue. He doesn't know where he is pulling these bullshit from at this point, he is a mess.

"May I try?"

Edward flushed red when your hand lands on his arm and his determination and obligation to win this melted away. Of course he wasn't going to say no to you! Who would do such a thing?

"O-Of course!"

He hands you the gun and closely watched the concentration in your beautiful countenance scrutinize the target with sheer admiration in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger.

For some reason, he wasn't that butt hurt. He initially thought he would, but not a speck of it was there. Instead, he felt proud and damn impressed. And his chest swelled at the memory of the sight of concentration in your features, how you somehow dropped from your usual self and into this unrecognisable, yet still beautiful side of you.

It was then Edward found out that your achievements were also your friends', as he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard them shriek behind him in excitement, shouting out words of support. But most of all, you actually did it! You sheepishly turned to them, rubbing the back of your neck whilst lowering the gun by the counter.

"HELL YEAH!"

"YOU GO BITCH!"

"WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

"WAY TO GO!"

"Oh come on you guys, it was just beginner's luck." You dismissively waved at them, before picking up the price by the counter. "This, is for you." You handed him the brown bear with a purple bow around its neck.

"T-thank you umm..." He swallows thickly, accepting the bear and pressing it to his chest. "I-uh... Good job! You did really well!"

"Aww, shucks..." You bit your lip before lightly nudging him. "I kept you in mind as an inspiration to win."

Edward stares at you with wide eyes. Have you now?

"I'm flattered, Y/N. I was actually... Um... The sentiment is mutual but uh, I kinda— y-ya know, failed." And it was pathetic.

"I know this sounds so cliché... But it's the thought that counts."

"OH MY GOSH, KARAOKE YOU GUYS!"

Diedre exclaimation bursts from the world you constructed with Edward where the only two of you exist at the moment. You were back in the present, where your friends began dragging both you and Edward to the said karaoke booth.

💚 The booth was small, but enough to fit six people if you are willing to squeeze against your seatmates... Or maybe sit on one's lap, that can work too and that's what you did. Edward was a touch flustered, but with enough convincing from you, he finally sat on your lap.

Anyways, songs were found and numbers were punched in. The microphone was functional in Diedre's hand and the machine was blaring the tracks you all know and love. At first, Edward was a touch too flustered to sing along with you and your friends. But as time comes, he finds himself singing as well, just not as loud as you were being. The microphone gets passed around during verse and chorus switch, in which Edward denied the microphone and instead passed it to someone else.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal! And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical! Mama please don't cry, I will be alright! All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy~"

Diedre had always been fond of singing and she is one hell of a vocalist. But at times, she tends to be carried away and throw what she had learned from vocal classes and just scream lyrics with friends.

"IF YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE—! YOU BELONG WITH ME, OOOH YOU BELONG WITH ME!!!"

Lee is a screamer, not a shred of vocal talent within her but she is an enthusiastic fellow who is passionate about it.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song~"

Macy falls more into the soft, whispery singing voice suited for lullabies.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to looooooove!"

Nina and her rock and roll voice, of course. Chest voice is rich and she nails more of the guttural side of singing, but now and again, she belts out.

"Oh shut the fuck up you're winning in love." Nina shoves your face away from the microphone from singing the chorus, her gaze flickering to Edward, before she continues with the second verse.

They're already wilding at this stage, Edward wonder what could possibly happen if alcohol were to be involved...

💚 As the "the first one to get a sore throat" competition ensues, Edward couldn't help but to feel at ease at how your friends would include him in every activity you engage in. He doesn't feel lost in conversations, as they would provide him context.

He doesn't notice the way you wrapped your arms around his waist while he was seated in your lap until you temporarily unwrapped them and reached for something. He felt as though your arms were natural to be there, around his midsection. The moment he noticed, he was flaring red and one might assume because you were screaming the lyrics of Rihanna's S and M.

"You sure you don't wanna give it a go?" You grinned at Edward, offering the microphone. R

"Come on!"

"It'll be fun!"

"Pleaaaaase?"

"You don't have to," Macy reassures with an understanding look, as the instrumental of the last song begins.

... I mean, he might as well.

Upon reaching for the microphone, your friends began clapping and cheering. He isn't much of a singer but the way your friends hype up one another despite delivering an ear-piercing performance, they applaud to no end, so it does bring comfort to know that.

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

"WOAH OH OH OOOOOOH~~~" you and your friends sang along.

"I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

💚 After exiting the booth, the sights of the ride greets you once again, where it had Edward swallowing thickly when his eyes meet a Pirate ship ride filled with screaming attendants. Then there's a roller coaster, a big nope. Then there's the Ferris wheel, that's oddly fast instead of an idle spin, it resembled a human washing machine.

Then there's your friends, pointing at the said rides in excitement. This is where Edward has taken to hiding behind you again when your friends settled to ride the Pirate Ship. The ominous thing which swung back and fourth like a pendulum.

"Come on Edward, it'll be fun!" Lee encourages, lightly shaking him by his shoulders.

"I-I don't think I can—"

"If Y/N will ride, would you?"

Yes...

"Lee, don't force someone to do what they don't want to," Macy lightly scolds.

"You are riding, right Y/N?" Diedre asks, draping her arm around your shoulder and poking a finger in your cheek.

"Well yeah, sure why not?"

... well, suck it up, I guess.

"Dee," Macy glares at Diedre.

"I-I'll go." Edward blurts out.

"Are you sure?" You and Macy spoke in unison.

"Yes." No.

"Come on, I already bought tickets. Eddie's coming along, right?" Nina spoke from behind you after standing in line to get tickets.

"I am..."

"Are you sure?" You pulled him aside, clinging on his arm and looking deeply within his bespectacled gaze to search his reluctance, lo and behold, it was so fucking obvious.

"Y-Yes... Don't worry about me." Fucking. Help.

💚 With reassurances given to you and himself, he was strapped in his seat with you and Lee, who were seated on either side of him. White knuckling the metallic safety bar, he watches in horror as the seats were filled by other attendants and the sound of horns rings against his ears. Then, the ship started to swing and let me tell you, his stomach fucking dropped.

His first instinct was to screw his eyes shut and refused to let a sound from his throat. Behind him, he can hear Nina and Diedre cheering loudly, fucking egging the conductor to bring the ride at its fullest speed. Out of fear, he tucks his head against your neck and found his hand clutching your thigh. In all this terror, for a moment, felt him stabilizing when he felt you put a hand atop his...

Then, somehow, Nina and Diedre finally got what they want... Everyone boarding the ride who swore not to scream, screamed. Edward was a little thankful he wasn't the only one.

💚 Nina and Diedre were a touch disappointed when the ride came to end, but some others were rushing out of the ride and Edward was one of them. The ground seemingly swayed with every step and felt as though he had once again accidentally drank from the Mad Hatter's teacup. To lend him a sense of stability, you were once again by his side... Macy, being the concern mother hen she is, was also there. Whereareas Lee, Nina and Diedre were laughing about the experience... Not specifically Edward, but he was too disoriented to hear it.

"Oh my fucking, the girl behind me was screeching a church hymn." Diedre laughed, before nudging Nina. "You got that recorded, right?!"

"Sure did!" Nina holds her phone out.

"Oooh! I recorded too!" You looked over Lee, who possesses blackmail material with a glare.

"Who are you feeling?" Macy, not minding the noise behind her, has taken to seating Edward under a tree shaded bench. Rummaging through her back, she produces a zesty menthol essential oil before handing it to Edward. "Here, hold on to this for the time being. I'm going to get some water."

"Thank you..." Edward managed to croak as Macy turned away and make a beeline for the food stalls. Taking a light inhale from the uncapped bottle, he feels his nausea to lightly dissipate.

"I am so sorry about that..." Edward glances at you to find your apologetic face looking away.

"No, no, it's not your fault... It was my choice..." He weakly insists.

"Can I still make it up to you?" You looked up at him.

... Well if you're offering...

"Can I... Rest my head on your shoulder?" Edward chokes up for a moment, but felt a sense of comfort knowing you wouldn't say know.

Smiling, you tip your head aside your offer him your shoulder. Edward leans in and sighs in content, face flushing a deeper shade of red when you went an extra mile to wrap your arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the both of you, certain cellphone welding friends were taking pictures.

💚 Upon feeling better, the whole group decided to stop by for some snacks, eat before going home. Edward had fun; he got to know more of you, the people you love, your interests, talents, befriended your friends, rode a dreaded ride... Cuddling up with you...

When he got home, he couldn't deny the smile on his face. He steps in his room, in the process of removing his jacket when he suddenly caught your scent. Stunned, he presses his nose on his jacket and breathes it in before he collapsed on his bed with a content sigh.

He was disrupted from his daydreams when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, he reaches for it and unlocks it, to find himself added to a group chat named 'Green Gang', the picture of the group being the photo you have taken after the damn ride... Lee, Diedre, Nina who looked as normal, while you, Macy and Edward were situated by the corner tending to him.

Lee: Hey :D

Lee: Just got home. I'll send some pics later (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Nina sent 30 photos

Diedre: Damn, I have like 3 or 5 pics 😂

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 10 videos

Diedre: 😳

Lee: RIP phone storage

Macy: Still on the train. Are you okay now, Edward?

Edward froze... He swallows thickly, before typing up a reply.

Edward: Just got home. I'm doing great, thank you for taking care of me.

Lee: That's Macy for ya (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Edward: That was actually a great time, thank you for inviting me.

Diedre: We won't traumatise you next time 😁

Nina: That would be Y/N's job lmao

Edward couldn't help but to chuckle.

Y/N: Gang and I are like going out for a fun photoshoot. Wanna come?

Well duh.

Edward: I'd love to.

Another date, pinned on his calendar. He is fucking winning in life.

[danceofthephilos]

Miya Chinen + Hiromi Higa Character Intros & Takuma Nagatsuka Interview (spoon.2Di vol.71)

"I want to hear the ding of leveling up for the first time in a while. You're fine with it, right?" / "Which of you will skate? I won't mind both of you at once!"

Miya Chinen

"S" Name: MIYA Birthday: February 22nd A middle school first year and a hopeful for the Japanese national skateboarding team. He's a talented skater who can easily pull off high-level tricks. He has a cheeky personality and loves video games.

Hiromi Higa

"S" Name: Shadow Birthday: September 14th The self-proclaimed Dynamite Flower blooming at "S". He uses every dirty trick in the book to toy with his opponents. His public face is that of a mild-mannered florist.

Takuma Nagatsuka Interview

—When you were playing MIYA, what sort of direction did you receive from the staff? What did you consider important to your portrayal?

They told me not to forget that even though he acts prickly, Reki and Langa and the others are precious friends to him, and that left a lasting impression on me. Even at times where he talks like he's keeping his distance and pushing them away, those aren't his true feelings. I was very conscious of trying to convey that contradictory nuance.

—MIYA really gave his all in the BEEF in episode 3. Could you give us your impressions from when you were performing, and tell us your feelings about what Reki and Langa are to MIYA?

Honestly, seeing him lose to Langa, who could still barely skateboard (he's more experienced than MIYA at snowboarding) was devastating to me, and not just as the person playing MIYA! I think for him, who'd lost his friends and is living totally dependent on his skills as a national team hopeful, it's a tremendous humiliation. But because he experiences losing to Langa, he's able to tone down his conceit for others, and thanks to Reki he's able to realize the importance of having friends to free you from despair. I think Reki and Langa become irreplaceable friends and rivals to MIYA.

—Do you have any stories from recording with Reki and Langa's voice actors, Hatanaka-san and Kobayashi-san?

Because of the situation with production, we often recorded in different booths, and being surrounded by our seniors, the atmosphere was tense and we were focused on the work, so I don't have much I could call stories, but it seems that Tasuku likes the same "salt crystal" toothpaste as Reki. (laughter) Oh, and I bought a skateboard recently, so Chiaki-kun and I made a three-person group chat on LINE with him right away and we've been talking about going to skate together.

—In episode 6, enjoying the beach and the hot springs with Reki and the others and get covered in mud, we were able to see the real MIYA. In particular, when he called Joe "papa" and all that, that cheekiness and charm felt so MIYA-like. What were your impressions and memories from recording?

Personally, episode 6 is one of my favorite episodes. Up until now there's been so many developments that there's barely been time to catch our breath, so you could say we finally had a chance to take a break. (laughter) I was happy to see MIYA getting to act like a mischievous middle schooler when he was calling Joe "papa". Maybe he's overcompensating for having lost his friends before, but he's actually a real attention-seeker. He's like a needy cat who can't be left alone, that MIYA. (laughter)

—Are there any other characters in the work you like, or think we should pay particular attention to?

Of course, as the one playing him, I think you should pay attention to MIYA. (laughter) But my favorite character is Joe. I always end up liking muscular characters. He's got that adult charm and manliness. I guess what I want is the things I don't have? (laughter)

—Is there anything coming up in the story that you thing we should pay close attention to?

I assume since watching episode 6, everyone's understanding and appreciation for the characters has gotten even deeper. Episode 7 is past a turning point, so the story's going to pick up the pace and get even more intense from here on out. I'm sure it'll be more exciting and move your heart even more than the first half... Hang on tight so you don't get shaken off!

—Finally, please send a message to all our readers.

The pain of thinking you have no talent. The struggles that come from having talent. The things you lose by having too much talent. This story is born from each and every character's feelings clashing and conflicting. Isn't there at least one character you sympathize with so much it hurts? Through this work, I hope I can convey through MIYA how to face that pain and find a path to overcoming it. Thank you, and please enjoy and support us until the end!

(from spoon.2Di, volume 71 - February 2021)

[nevis-the-skeleton]

One Shot 9, from my story "The Polar Star" TFP

Miko and Jack were doing a new racing fight on their video game, while Raf watched. Starscream approached the group curiously, and watched the race for a moment, before huffing:

"I really don't see what's exciting about racing car...

- It's because you don't know how it feels, Screamer." laughed Wheeljack, not far away.

Skyfire laughed a little at that, as the Seeker raised the optics to the sky. The jet flapped his wings, before replying:

“An air race is much more exciting!

- For real?! Miko asked.

- Of course!"

The Japanese threw her controller, and turned completely to the flyer, before asking:

"What does it look like?! There was a lot of racing like this on Cybertron?!

- Miko, are you serious?!" Bulkhead was a bit indignant.

Starscream smirked proudly, then replied:

“It's mostly an obstacle course, with different paths, you can choose a long but easier path, or a shorter but much more difficult path. There were a lot of them in Vos, but not really official or very publicized. The only one that really was was the one to become Seeker."

The young girl was listening attentively, and the two other humans soon followed her. The Seeker smiled wider, and was about to continue, when Arcee exclaimed:

“There were also very good races at Caminus! And without a doubt less boastful than that of the Vossians!"

The jet pouted at the warrior, and snapped:

"I'm sure it must have been particularly boring... Seen at the speed you, Grouders, are going.

- What does that mean ? challenged the motorcycle.

- If you want, I can sum it all up in one word: Slow!

- You little-

- No arguing! Ratchet intervened. Let me focus!"

The other two stuck out their tongues and sulked, not wanting to talk to each other anymore. Miko turned her attention back to the TV, and exclaimed:

"Eh?! But I lost!! Jack, you cheater!

- You're the one who gave up! rhe teenager chuckled.

- Oh no! It's not fair!!"

That's when the girl's phone rang, and she quickly looked at the number, before huffing:

"Oh nooo... Not them...!"

Bulkhead looked at his friend's phone, but couldn't read when he saw that it was written in Japanese. Optimus looked too, with a hint of curiosity, then asked:

“You don't answer your parents?

- Uh... No, it's fine! Miko answered quickly. And then, since when do you know Japanese?

- I learned a little.

- They'll worry if you don't! Ratchet scolded. Pick up or you will not be allowed to come back to the base for two weeks!

- Hey! That's blackmail! The young girl was indignant.

- You choose.

- You don't have to force her if she doesn't want to. Starscream interjected.

- It's her parents! She must answer them!"

The Seeker made an unconvinced face, while the Japanese girl looked angrily in the direction of the doctor, before resigning herself:

"OK! Fine! Geez!!"

She answered by pressing the camera option to answer the video call. She put a fist to her temple, before leaning her elbow against the sofa, and said:

"こんにちはお父さん、お母さん...

-みこ! あなたの髪に何をしましたか?!" the Japanese girl's mother, no doubt, exclaimed.

Miko suddenly rolled her eyes, and while the others decided not to try to translate, Starscream did, and activated his translator. The tone used was not cordial and even quite severe, and he wanted to know what they were saying to each other.

"[It's just a hair dye... It's not a crime...] the girl sighed.

- [Do you want to look like a delinquent or what?! You-] began his mother.

- [Calm down, Kanzen, I'm sure she won't take long to remove this horrible color.] the father intervened.

- [No.]" Miko answered tit for tat.

Both adults had surprised and shocked expressions, and the girl continued:

"[I'm going to keep my hair dye! And this time you can't make me take it off! Unless you can get scissors through the screen, "Mom"!]

- [Miko!] Kanzen was indignant.

- [Oh, how you like to scream my name. It's awesome, really! But would it be possible for you to do it a decibel below? Thank yoouu!]

- [Miko! We didn't send you to the United States to repeat your nonsense!] his father got angry.

- [No! Indeed! You did it to get rid of me! But you know what?! It was not you who got rid of me, but I who got rid of you!!]"

Miko brutally threw her phone on the ground, before yelling:

"[I'm free now ! So leave me alone!!!]”

The girl breathed erratically, as anger radiated from her body. The Japanese girl suddenly shouted:

"Fuck you!!"

Before fleeing running towards the elevator which led to the roof. Everyone was frozen in shock and surprise, and Bumblebee asked:

“What got into her?"

Smokescreen responded with a shrug, and no one noticed Starscream heading for the elevator except Skyfire, who decided to say nothing.

~--~

Miko sat near the edge of the base's roof, her knees against her chest, as she fought back tears as best she could. She wasn't going to cry for those bastards! Oh no!

That's when she heard the elevator door open, but she didn't turn to see who it was. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now, she didn't want to explain anything... No...

"Uh... are you okay...?" asked a voice that Miko recognized easily.

The girl turned to Starscream with a hint of surprise in her eyes, then asked:

"What are you doing here?"

The Seeker looked a little away, seemingly embarrassed, and replied:

"I ... let's say... overheard your conversation with your Creators."

The Japanese girl looked embarrassed and outraged, before exclaiming:

“No, but I'm hallucinating, you're really shamelessly!

- Wh...?! What ?! the jet was a little indignant. Oh! It's okay! Listening to a conversation is not something dramatic!

- Unless this conversation is personal!

- You didn't hesitate to snoop around in my stories! Isn't it?! You are really very badly placed to speak!"

The duo remained in silence for a time, Miko was standing with his shoulders tense, while the flyer had his wings high in anger. The girl hissed, and scowled, before sitting back down, turning her back on Starscream. The Seeker sighed, then hesitantly moved forward, before sitting down next to the Japanese girl, who continued to pout.

"You…you hate your Creators that much? the jet ended up asking.

- No... Miko replied with a touch of sorrow. I feel like they're the ones hating me...

- A Creator can't hate his Sparkling, no...?

- ..."

The girl sighed, before leaning back, and resting on her hands.

"In any case, they are always disappointed of me... I think they would have preferred to have another Miko...

- ...

- Hey, do you know what that means, Miko, in Japanese?

- No.

- It means "the maiden of the sanctuary". So, I might as well tell you that if they gave me this name, it was clearly not so that I could live a free life...

- ... So in your world also names have a meaning.

- In yours too?

- Yes, most of the time.

- Ah... Well, sorry, but your parents are weird to have called you Starscream... It doesn't have any sens."

The Seeker was not offended by this remark, and just laughed. The Japanese then felt more relaxed, and the jet answered:

“This name has a meaning, even if you don't understand it.

- Explain. the girl smiled.

- We're not here to talk about me.

- You rarely say that. I thought you loved talking about yourself. Miko teased.

- Hey!!"

The Japanese girl laughed, while the flyer had a slightly annoyed expression, even if he had to hide a smile. The young girl gradually lost her smile, and sighed:

"I wish I would never go back to Japan... I would like to stay here forever... No... actually... I just wish I could find a place where I would be accepted for who I am...

- ... I can understand that. said Starscream.

- How...? You keep telling us what an incredible Seeker you were, and the glory of Vos... You had found your place... Me, never...

- You're wrong.

- What?

- I only fit into the box in which I was forced to fit in from the beginning... I have already told you, my real dream was to be a scientist, and even if I succeeded to be, it does not mean that I was accepted...

- ...

- I never found a place where I was accepted as I am... Except with Skyfire... You know, even my brothers didn't understand me...

- ..."

Miko looked away, a little ashamed of having spoken without knowing, then apologized:

"Sorry...

- No problem. Starscream replied simply, shrugging.

- ...

- Just... I know what it's like to be misunderstood."

The Japanese looked up at the Seeker, as he said:

“I think you already know that, but you are very brave.

- ... My courage only separated me from my family...

- ...

- I know very well that they had other expectations for me... But, nothing of what they showed me pleased me... I always had the impression of being shifted..."

The girl clenched her fists and continued:

“They forced me for years to learn the piano, while I had always dreamed of playing the guitar. They expected me to have good grades in school, even though I couldn't adapt to this strict and sectarian school system. Sometimes I felt like an alien. Well, no, not sometimes... All the time...!

- ...

- So I started to rebel, to try to find my place... In the hope of being accepted by someone... Then, my parents couldn't stand it anymore, and sent me here...

- ... And now?

- Hmm?

- Did you find someone who accepted you as you are?

- Yes!"

Miko smiled widely, and exclaimed:

“Bulk! And Wheeljack too! And in fact, well all the other Autobots, even if some support me more or less well.

- Like Ratchet?

- Like Ratchet! Ha! Ha!"

Starscream laughed a little, then the girl asked:

"And you, Starscream, has anyone else accepted you for who you are? Except Skyfire."

The Seeker then stopped laughing, and gradually lost his smile, before answering:

"Honestly... no... For a long time I thought that Lor-... that Megatron would accept me, but in fact he was just like everyone else...

- ...

- I never told anyone again that my real passion was science... Because I knew that no one would understand me... Even if, I always preferred that to weapons and fighting...

- You don't like fighting?

- Not really...

- Yet, you showed us that you were the type to know how to fight. You're my combat teacher, I'll call you back!

- Ha! It's true. But that doesn't mean I enjoy doing it.

- Stop in this case!

- It's not that simple, Miko...

- ...

- You know, unfortunately, I think I will spend my life fighting...

- Unless the war ends.

- If Lord Megatron doesn't die, the war will never end... It's a fact...

- ..."

Miko suddenly stood up and shouted:

“War sucks!!!"

Starscream looked at the Japanese girl in surprise, then stammered in confusion:

"But what are you doing?

- I express my anger out loud! the girl smiled. Because no one can stop me! Because I'm free!

-...?!

- Go ahead, try it too!

- What exactly do you want me to do?

- Scream just what's on your heart! Uh, Spark! Yes, express yourself!

- Just like that?

- Yes!"

The Seeker stood up, and looked for a moment at Miko, as she encouraged him. He waved his wings with a little uneasiness, before exclaiming:

"M-Megatron is just a fragger!"

- Yeah!

- He can die, I don't care!!

- Megajerk!!

- Megajerk!!! Whatever that means!

- Ha! Ha! Ha! My turn!"

Miko took a deep breath, before exclaiming:

“I dye my hair if I want!!

- I have the right to do what I want! rejoined Starscream smiling.

- If I want to play guitar, I do!

- Science is my choice!

- I like Metal, and I don't care what other people think!

- I fly to be free, not for a stupid war!!

- I don't like school ! It's shit!

- The Caste System was pure scrap! It should never have existed!

- Society won't imprison me!!

- I'm free!!" they cried out in chorus.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the Seeker smiled, chuckling a little:

“I admit it's cool."

Miko smiled in turn, before saying:

“You know, I noticed something about you, Screamer.

- Don't call me Screamer."

The girl laughed, then continued:

“You never say what you have on the Spark. You leave everything in you.

- ...

- It's good to express yourself sometimes.

- It's a mark of weakness.

- I do it all the time, do you think I'm weak?

- ... No...

- On the contrary, it's necessary to be strong to say what saddens or irritates us. Stop holding yourself back."

Starscream smiled a little, before sitting back down with a sigh. Miko approached, and said:

“You said you felt free when you were flying, how free?

- How you could never imagine.

- Does flying really make you free?

- In the sky there are no restrictions. If I could stay in the sky all my life, I would.

- Among the stars?

- Yes.

- Hmm...

- The stars are free...

- Looks good to be one...

- Without a doubt.

- ...

- Sometimes I would have preferred to be a star...

- I admit that it looks tempting."

The two smiled at each other, and the Japanese girl suddenly climbed on the Seeker's hand, who gave an exclamation of surprise, before exclaiming:

"What are you doing?!

- I want to reach for the stars! Help me up! replied the girl.

- No! You risk getting hurt, and if that happens Bulkhead will destroy me!

- Don't worry! Come on, help me reach them!"

The jet huffed, but did it anyway, and when she reached him, Miko climbed on the flyer head, despite the latter's protests. The Japanese girl laughed, before raising one of her hands towards the starry sky, and sighed:

“I would so much like to be able to fly, to get closer to them...

- We can't really reach them, you know.

- I know, but the simple fact of being a little closer to them would be enough for me."

There was a silence, before Starscream said:

“If you want, one day I'll take you there.

- For real?! Miko wondered.

- Yes.

- Why not now then?!

- Oh no, to get on a jet you have to be an adult!

- Where did you see that?!

- On this primitive software that you call Internet!

- Ha! Ha! Ha!

- What, there may be some fake stuff, but that I'm sure it's true!"

The Japanese smiled, then asked:

“So when I will be eighteen, you'll take me to the stars.

- It's a promise." Starscream affirmed.

The young girl smiled a little more, before declaring:

"You told me that no one understood you or accepted you as you are, except Skyfire.

- Yes...

- Well, you know what? You were wrong!

- Eh?!

- It's not just Sky! There's me too!"

Miko leaned over the Seeker's head a little, to look at him through the optics, and smiled broadly:

"I accept you as you are Starscream! Because now that I really know you, I know you're a great person!"

The jet blushed a little, then grabbed the Japanese girl to lower her, before holding her in his hand.

"You're kinda great too. replied the flyer.

- "Kinda"?!

- Really!

- I prefer! Ha! Ha!"

Starscream laughs back, then said:

"Come on, you better join the others, they'll be worried otherwise.

- Yeah, true. nodded Miko.

- On the other hand, I wonder if you can get your phone back.

- Oh nooo! the Japanese girl remembered. My phone!"

The Seeker just laughed, and the two got back into the elevator, the stars being the only spectators of this duo which, deep down, looked a lot alike.

[werezmastarbucks]

dreams: youtube

how many followers do you think he got?

word count: 999

warnings: none

music: can't pin me down by marina

kai parker x reader

dreams masterlist

You hit play, and the face of the weird... influencer? appears on screen. You have this vague idea that you were going to watch something else. But your 'watch later' playlist now consists of three hundred videos, and the electronic noise of non-stop brainless entertainment makes you dizzy and zombie-like. You have a strong urge to log off, close the laptop and look out the window, but this guy's face glues you to the screen. For some reason seeing him in this format in 4K feels insidious, like he's a danger not only to you but also to others. Whoever watches. Like he's somehow connected to snuff... your brain, decomposing from all of the internet commotion, tired with endless sounds and buzzwords, feels physically tired. You rub your face. He is just like the others, has a Youtube channel where he babbles away about his business which nobody asked for. Another attention seeker, full of himself in the idea that people will stick and reflect on his miserable life.

He looks like a pop corn American movie embodied. White shiny teeth, glistening eyes, tiny dimples on his cheeks. A shirt you're sure you saw in Crop recently. Everything a teenage girl needs. Apalled, you contemplate how many of his followers actually have a crush on him just because he represents their Youtube dream. Neat, smily, white guy who gives you an idea that the world exists in a shiny rectangle.

You're immersed in your thoughts until your ear catches something off - that meaning, something actually interesting. His voice buzzes with excitement.

"The last time I told you about hell. But you asked me about, like, whether I have normal - real - stories. Well, I do, and I can even tell you about some of my art. Actually, I do it all the time. You know, I write songs in my dreams all the time", he fidgets in his place like a kid. He can't sit straight and is constantly moving his torso, his hands, as of hypnotizing you. He looks like he watches himself on the screen with one eye, and acts very well, actually. Not the most typical narcissistic type, but the well hidden one. He sure admires himself, but looks cool doing it. You start questioning yourself whether fifteen minutes of this bullshit will make you crush on him just a little.

"Yeah, and it's always something, you know... like I would call it cosmic confusion. So you know how there's cosmic horror? That, but confusion. I get these very soft, ambient melodies, which I don't like very much by the way, but my girlfriend does".

Gasp. Followers lost. You never say you have a partner if you have that kind of smile that holds your whole channel together.

"And the lyrics are like puzzles that I can't seem to gather together. It's been going on for years. What if I'm dreaming a whole discography that's a mysterious code at the same time? And of course when I wake up I completely forget, like, ninety percet of that. Only remnants, but they qickly escape my head. But!" he yells out, making you jump a little, "recently I got this huge idea... I started recording myself on my phone so that if I ever meet a very cool musician, I can play it to them, and they will write the music for me, and I'll... anyway, listen to this".

He takes out his phone and reaches the microphone. The space of the audibe field is filled with his sleepy voice, singing some gibberish, missing every possible note as if on purpose. You instinctively switch off, drowning in memories. Actually, that happened to you too. You dreamt of a black room with a yellow chair in the middle that played music. It was... surprisingly like... what's his name... you look at the name of the channel again - CovenMaster - Jesus - said. Cosmic confusion, like you're lost, but you're not scared because the dimension you got stuck in is too eerie for human brain.

And the only line that was in this song that you remembered to this day was,

When's the boy coming back?

You look back at him, and now he doesn't seem Disney foolish. He looks straight at you from your screen, listening to the end of his ugly song.

"There", he says quietly, "now you know I'm a genius. You can't match me". There's a flicker of well-masked humor in this, like you're supposed to be in on the joke.

"And most importantly, you can't pin me down. I go up every time, don't I?"

Against all reason, you nod, like somebody is standing behind you and has a hand on your head.

"The dark abyss of oblivion, the hell, nothing can hold me for long".

There's silence.

"And?" you ask out loud.

"Oh, it's another one, the other song I didn't record. Jeez, I should really head to SoundCloud", he mumbles. In a second his face lights up, and everything is the same again.

"Anyway, today I wanted to tell you about how I invented a new type of slime! I heard kids were crazy about it!"

You sigh and reach out to close your laptop. Not just click away from the page, but close it completely, to not see any flat screen.

"Wait! Okay, okay", he snaps suddenly. You freeze in front of him.

"Don't go just now, I gotta tell you something", CovenMaster has his palm outstretched and looks straight at you.

You keep silent, he does, too, for a couple of seconds. The shivers run down your shoulders and arms.

"This video is sponsored by Cheetos", he smiles widely, like a prankster. You groan and slap your laptop closed, with such force that you feel sorry immediately, fearing for the screen.

You get up and go to your window to look out the street. A typical nice neighborhood in Ohio, who wouldn't want to live here? The houses around are so familiar, the cars of neighbors roll patiently down the road. Muffled music playing somewhere a house away.

Everything is perfect, and you're glad. But the question still remains,

When's the boy coming back?

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter PT. 13

Lain Iwakura : [humming while working on the machine]

[Phone ringing]

Lain Iwakura : [answer phone] Hello?

Duo Maxwell (via phone) : Hey, Lain. Can you hear me now? We're finally back in business!

[IDOLA Battle - Kenichi Tokoi]

Lain Iwakura : Duo! Thank goodness you're all right! I thought that you were destroyed in that explosion.

Duo Maxwell (via phone) : Sorry there, I had something to cut loose, maybe this isn't just your luck to beat up all those heartlesses once. Anyway, I finally got my wish for what you've given, my reunion of the Gundam Wing cast has arrived and we're kicking some heartless ass!

Lain Iwakura : That's wonderful, Duo! Good job on surviving the attack! Once tokyo is saved from those monsters, we can finally put an end to everything once it's settled! The other Gundam pilots are in alliance with you guys, make sure to stay safe in the battlefield I'll use my LAN link to gain access with the Kingdom Hearts data that Ansem the Wise left after his sacrifice! That'll buy us some time to get rid of those nasty heartlesses, once and for all! So will you come home for dinner tonight? I'm going to preparing a feast for your reunion.

Duo Maxwell : Right after the reunion of the guys.

Lain Iwakura : Okay then, darling. Stay strong! I know you can do this! [starts typing on the computer] If could use the Kingdom Hearts Data that Ansem the Wise gathered, I could use the power of light as weapon to get rid of the heartless. It'll be a piece of cake! I know that had my heart connecting to Duo's data and the Deathscythe data as well. I'm not the only one who is connected, we are more than one to connect the hearts is what data can do, but what data can't do. We are simple, we are always together...We are always connected! [hits enter button]

Duo Maxwell (via phone) : That's my girl!

Heero : So that's your lover's line? I can't believe that she said the whole thing!

Duo Maxwell : You said it, man!

Lain Iwakura (via phone) : Maxwell! I finally figured it out where the Heartlesses coming from, it's the same as the Shadow Realm. This code is in three letters, "D.T.D".

Duo Maxwell : D.T.D...I wonder if that's the abbreviation for some to be called...

Lain Iwakura (via phone) : It's called the Door to Darkness, it was Discovered by a cartoon mouse and he was the first one to enter it, but during the fight with the Seeker of Darkness, Ansem tried to regain the power of Darkness by granting his will from Kingdom Hearts, but then Mickey used the power of light to destroy the Seeker of Darkness, which turns out to be a Heartless.

Duo Maxwell : So that creep Xehanort is behind this little diversion of his! The Door to Darkness. It's that object that Ansem was talking about.

Lain Iwakura : Heh. So now were finally getting it! Shadow Realm might be equivalent to the Realm of Darkness, that's why the DWMA is getting the Heartless' attention to put an end to the Kusakabe Legacy, I guess those fools got what they deserve for lying to the whole world! This should really uncover the secrets of Soul Eater's whereabouts.

Duo Maxwell :Good, that's the kind that the world of Soul Eater would be exposed as a fake! All that insanity, all that Chaos, it was the heartless's doing! No it's Demon Vibe's that he wanted to rule over the Real World in Darkness! That's his responsibility to make the villains crave all of that death and destruction!

Heero : Enemy's laying down, we got them out of the park!

Trowa : Now let's see what happens when they mess with the real world! How the mighty world of Soul Eater has fallen!

Quatre : Not so tough for these guys, huh? Robots are way better than the demon weapons that are nothing but a pile of bones! Let's show them our Gundam spirit!

Wufei : It's now or never!

Heero : Communicate with heart and friendship!

Duo Maxwell : I'm gonna make the world to spread truth to Soul Eater's lies! And no one is going to get to the bottom of this mystery! Only us is going to expose them with truth!

Lain Iwakura : That's the spirit, Duo!

*Computer beep*

Lain Iwakura : Alright! The Kingdom Hearts data is completed! Now to put an end to this once and for all! Time for you Darksides eradicated with Kingdom Hearts' light! [types in keyboard] Finally! I've bee waiting for this moment to shine on! Once I hit the enter button we can finally manage to save Tokyo. How about it? It's what we think of the question.

Xigbar : I think you got the question there, little lady. Children aren't allow to be on computers without asking their parents for permission. But how about I give that permission slip to slide you in.

Lain Iwakura : Hey, I only authorized this thing and I have authority to technology and this is the opportunity that I needed for Duo to see this! Hmm? Hey, who are you? What are you're doing? H-Help! Duo! An intruder has came to this place and we have been breached! There's someone in the facility and I believe that I have been abducted by--[muffled and passes out]

Xigbar : Sleep tight, computer girl. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

"Meanwhile..."

Azusa Yumi : [exiting the aquatic center] I just don't get it! Why does it think it's so hard to understand the meaning of being hero, human or not? I just didn't get the fact that Dr.Stein is dead! Who's going to look after Oceania after I'm dead beat, and now the DWMA is finished and were through of it! (groans) I can't believe that I am forever stuck of going to be a business woman in Tokyo!

Marie Mjolnir : You think so? I guess without the DWMA, who's going to protect public order without us, weapons? and more importantly, where did you think that heartlesses would might come and attack us? Yeah, I do believe that I was able to bring our kind to it to think that the witches were the evils ones. Pffft! Guess we were wrong for that all along, the classification for Deathscythe was supposed to make us the elites, and I just realized that we've been used for influence on global religion and monopolize political power. Why didn't we think of that before!? 13 years ago, I had that break up with Dr. Stein because I didn't realize that he was actually a communist from soviet russia.

Azusa Yumi : The Nerves of some people. Anyways, I'll see you in a bit after we get the new girls for skinny dipping practice. [double presses button to unlock the car] *car beeping*

*DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION*

Azusa & Marie : WAAAAAH!!!

Azusa Yumi : What the F!? My car got blown up! Or was it something!? Who put's an explosive device that triggers the car's explosion!?

Marie Mjolnir : There's no way that something might happen to us! That's their reason to mess with us!

Azusa Yumi : Wait. Someone's coming out of the flames.

[the Thompson Sisters appears coming through the flames]

Azusa Yumi : You dirty motherf*ckers! What did you do this time!?

Marie Mjolnir : Wait, those horns and those tails...Those demon tails behind their backs!

Azusa Yumi : What!?

[Binary Domain Ost : Tsar Runner]

Marie Mjolnir : Azusa. Get back.

Azusa Yumi : Hmm? Why?

Marie Mjolnir : Those are not the Thompson sisters.

Thompson Sisters : [laughs evilly]

[Thompson sisters transforms into their true forms as Ink Demons]

Azusa Yumi : Okay, I understand that I take that back of what I said to them.

Marie Mjolnir : I knew that had to be the Ink Demons, the Inky People! there the ones responsible for the death of Dr. Stein! It's time that we need to fight back to these Soul Eater wannabes!

Azusa Yumi : We can't! Without the DWMA, the Demon Weapon power system has ceased to exist and we don't have the ability as weapons or death scythes! I've should've known the witches were that stupid to realize that using bones of another being would be really misguided to their personal cover ups.

Marie Mjolnir : No we're not! We don't have to become the weaapons, we have the ability to summon our own weapons, by using the power of Alchemy! [uses Alchemy to create a hammer] Good thing that this baby comes in handy!! Hey, Azusa! This what the Demon Weapon Secret ingredient was used, Alchemy has the power to create weapons and it sounds very creative if we use with our hands, We can borrow the Fullmetal Alchemist's power system to create our own weapons!

Azusa Yumi : That's sounds not a half bad idea! If we use Alchemy to create our weapons, we should stop these demons for real and that's exactly what Edward planned from the beginning. Promise that this is a very gift from Truth and there is a single pay that State Alchemists really wants!

Marie Mjolnir : Yeah! That's the ticket! Show them your spirit, Azusa! Show them what State Alchemists are really capable!

Azusa Yumi : Alrighty then! I'll give it a try! Here goes nothing! [uses Alchemy to create a crossbow gun] He-Hey! Not too shabby! I always wanted to do that! Looks like Alchemy still works and that's exactly what the author of FMA had to offer. Turns out the witches had been stealing Alchemy from the Dokeshi Shotaro the entire time and nobody noticed it. That's the taboo that they'll ever forget! Now then, You thinking what I'm thinking, Marie?

Marie Mjolnir : Yes, I am, Azusa. I've always wanted to be the hero of my own world. Now then let's go pay these demons a visit to hell! Come at me, demons! I won't hold anything back for you!

Azusa Yumi : I'll give you all something that I have, a lesson of kicking demon ass! You'll be out of the ballpark for real!

~ Ninety-Second Scene : The Man Named Xigbar ~