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Halloween Special | Mutual Help
A part of Mutual Help series! | photo credit
pairing: mh!jungkook x reader
warnings: explicit language
genre: fluff
word count: 2k+
a/n: this has no plot, basically zero storyline as well but I still hope you enjoy reading this & get more insight into their friendship! this is from the time before their deal!
“Who owns this house again?”
Can it be even called that? Where you and your friends are currently at is more like a mansion. One you barely get to see in person. The rich neighborhood and fancy cars around is enough of a clue that whoever lives in this mansion is freaking rich. It's the type you only see in movies.
“Taehyung's latest fuck.” Jimin responds, looking around the huge entry hall filled with people dressed in different costumes.
“She's not the latest.” Taehyung beside you rolls his eyes at Jimin, correcting him.
“Does she know that?” you question, met with an amused grin.
“No, why would she?” Confusion curls his features. He's wearing an orange overall, an unmistaken prisoner. “She fucks around too.”
It's not like Taehyung sleeps around with the same person. Not that you know much about his sex life, despite he's not shy to talk about it at all. He prefers to do one night stands. It's easier that way, he says.
“And she still invited you and your friends?”
He shoots you a toothy grin. “I guess she couldn't get enough of this cock.”
“Ew, what the fuck!” you exclaim, scrunching your nose as you push him away from you. Taehyung barely budges, laughing at the look of disgust on your face while Jimin rolls his eyes.
Taehyung refused to put a mask on or paint on his face. “I won't be covering this handsome face.”
That's what he told you when you first saw him. His costume is not exactly creative, but he does look good. But that's because he's already handsome and could pull off anything, not just anyone has this privilege.
“I need to look hot, chicks love this kind of costume.” You remember his voice in a cab on your way here.
As for Jimin, he chose more of a flashy costume and unlike Taehyung, he didn't mind to paint his face. Considering you've painted his face, you will take full credit for how good he looks. No need to mention you've painted it based on a picture he showed you. But still! It's your hands that created this masterpiece.
Jimin isn't one of those scary clowns wearing a big curly red wig. He has stuck to his blond hair, slicked it back while wearing what seems like an ancient blouse and pants. If he wasn't your friend, you would definitely think of him as a hot creature. The few eyes and looks your friends have managed to steal says it all.
And you?
You've had the hardest time to come up with any costume. You didn't want to spend too much money on something you wear for one night. Taehyung's ideas were all… too much.
“You should be a cat woman. You know, the one from Batman.”
One of his ideas.
“Be a sexy nurse, everyone loves that.”
It's over done a lot. Every year.
Despite not caring about Halloween parties at all – because you wouldn't come if it wasn't for Jimin and Taehyung – you wanted to look good and not wear one of those cliché costumes that people wear every year. You've seen two “nurses” already and you've been here for five minutes.
“Be a police woman. We can have matching outfits.”
But then…
“No, actually let's not do that. People are gonna think we're together and I don't want to be cockblocked that night.”
It was a nice idea but coming to a party as a police woman just wasn't the one.
“Be a witch. That would go with your personality.”
He joked and earned a slap to his shoulder.
Trying to stay true to the budget, you improvised and came up with your own costume. Okay, you might've bought a dress for this but it was on sale! Overall the costume didn't cost much. You've put some fake blood onto the dress and the corner of your lips. You're supposed to look like a bride with a spooky twist. It's not exactly original either but so far, you haven't seen anyone else dressed like this. You know you could do better if you truly wanted, get more creative. But there's also a budget you tried to stick to. Plus, you've done your make-up nicely, dark but nice.
“Alright, excuse me now, my friends. I see her and I'm gonna say hi.” He brushes past you, already shooting a wide grin toward a girl you suppose lives in this mansion.
“Do you think he's gonna fuck her again?” you ask before thinking. “Actually, don't answer that.”
Jimin laughs beside you, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I wouldn't put it past him.”
“Want a drink?”
You agree, a drink sounds nice. You don't know anyone here. Taehyung and Jimin are only people you know. And considering Taehyung just totally ditched you as soon as he saw a girl he fucked, you're left with Jimin.
“You can go too.” You make sure to tell Jimin when you make your way to the kitchen. The size of it is bigger than the place you live in.
“Don't be silly,” Jimin chuckles. “We're gonna have fun together. Tae will join us for sure later.”
You don't want to think what he's going to do until then.
“Jimin, I'm not a kid. You don't have to babysit me.”
“I'm not babysitting you,” He frowns, mixing the two of you a drink before he hands you one of the plastic cups. “There are too many people. I'm not saying it's dangerous here, but leaving you alone wouldn't sit well with me.”
You do appreciate his worry. Too bad Jungkook couldn't come. Not that spending time with Jimin and Taehyung isn't fun. But you were hoping he could join you too. You've never really attended a Halloween party before. It would be so much fun if all of you could be here.
After finishing your drink and chatting for a while, you get another one and move toward the living room where the lights are turned off, swapped for some party lights. It looks like a proper party here. There are people dancing. You and Jimin find yourself laughing at some silly costumes. You saw a banana costume and someone wearing a horse mask.
You have a good time. Someone Jimin knows joins you for a moment, one of his friends whose name you unfortunately forgot. It's not your fault though, the music is loud and you felt like an idiot to ask him again.
Jimin goes to grab you another drink, telling you to not move with a warning gaze, as if you would run away. Again, you appreciate the worry.
It's not even a minute later when some guy approaches you, obviously already in a good mood and tipsy enough to think he's the hot deal. You politely tell him to fuck off, ignoring the little scoff he gives you. You didn't come here to flirt or hook up with someone. Maybe you shouldn't scare away everyone. It's not exactly everyone though. You just don't like those types of guys who–
“Boo!”
You almost jump out of your skin and curse loudly, palm slapping against your chest as you turn around and see… a Spiderman?
You frown, guard up until the person suddenly takes off the mask and reveals your best friend.
“Jungkook?”
His hair is ruffled from the mask, a bunny grin attached to his lips as he laughs at your reaction.
“What–what are you doing here?”
He said he couldn't come because he had work. A Halloween party is not something you decline the money for, you completely understood that.
“We rescheduled the shoot,” he answers.
“But–wow. Why didn't you say you were coming?”
He grins again, cheekily adding; “Wanted to surprise you.”
You haven't seen him for two weeks or so. Everyone has been busy, Jungkook the most and last weekend you were hanging out with Jimin and Taehyung, he went on a weekend away with Kiko. They had it planned for weeks. So it's nice to see him in the flesh.
“Look at you,” he beams, staring you up and down. “A bloody bride.”
You roll your eyes playfully, “It's such a shitty costume.”
“Don't say that,” he laughs, “You look amazing.”
“I should've tried to be more creative. Just so you know, I could've nailed it. I have this costume in my mind, but I wasn't about to spend a fortune on one night.”
“Smart,” he muses. “What is this costume?”
“I'm not telling you,” you cheekily remark. “But look at you,”
Jungkook eyes himself, looking up with a smile.
His costume makes sense. You've watched Spiderman movies together (all of them) so many times. It's one of your favorite superheroes, both of you Marvel fans, but it's definitely Jungkook's favorite.
The lights aren't too bright but looking at him, you can tell his costume is not one of the cheap ones. It hugs his body perfectly, showing his figure and god–it feels sinful to look from his waist down. You can't do that. He glances behind, turning his body slightly before his attention is back to you. But it's not quick enough for you to not notice his perk ass. But then… Jungkook has always been built differently. He has worked hard for those muscles.
“Stop it,” he laughs at your words, refusing to grow shy. “Behave.”
“I'm not even gonna ask how much it cost.”
“Don't,” he assures you. “Too much for one stupid night.”
You both laugh. “You had a great opportunity to show up as a bunny.”
Jungkook playfully rolls your eyes at your comment, scrunching his nose a little. “Nah. I didn't want to be cute.”
“What vibe you were going for?” you tease.
“The hot superhero, of course.”
“God, you and Tae are the same.” you comment jokingly.
“Where is he anyway? I saw Jimin from a distance.”
“Oh, most likely having his tongue in some girl's throat I guess. Or worse.”
Jungkook laughs at the disgust you show, flicking your nose softly as you pull away. “I'm not even gonna ask.”
“Don't.” you hum, causing him to laugh. “I'm still bummed out you didn't come as a bunny though. You have a face for it.”
Jungkook throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head.
“No, I didn't mean it as an insult! You would look cute as a bunny.”
“We can do that next year. You could be a carrot.”
“Oh god, I'm shutting up now.”
He nudges you, causing you to do the same.
“Kook! Hi! You came!” Jimin joins you, hugging Jungkook right after he hands you your drink.
“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?” you ask. “And you didn't tell me?”
“Kook wanted to surprise you.” Jimin shrugs.
“Yeah, wanted to surprise you.” Jungkook muses, stealing the cup from you as he sips on it.
“Hey!”
“Shush, woman.”
You gasp. Jungkook's biceps bulge as he takes another sip of your drink. “Don't you shush me, Jeon.”
Jungkook gives you an amused smirk, turning his face back to Jimin who speaks again. “Where's Kiko?”
“Oh, she's not here. She had to stay overtime at work, too tired to come here anyway.” Jungkook answers.
“Jungkook-ah!”
Taehyung comes like a hurricane, bumping into a few people as they give him a dirty look, some of them changing their expression right after they spot him. You want to roll your eyes again.
“Let me guess, you knew too.”
“Knew what?” Taehyung asks, confused.
“He didn't.”
“Knew what?” Taehyung asks louder this time.
“That Kook is gonna come tonight.”
“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?”
“Yeah,” Jimin shrugs, “You have a big mouth. You would ruin the surprise.”
Taehyung gasps, “You guys act like it's a big secret.”
“It's not,” Jungkook laughs. “But we didn't want to take any chances.”
“Yah!” Taehyung exclaims. “Let's get drunk.” he adds more calmly.
All of you laugh, making your way to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, you hang out with your friends, savoring the moments. Even when Jimin throws up in front of the mansion in some fancy cut out bush, while Taehyung records him. You shake your head, but not be able to hide your own giggles. Jungkook does the same, holding up Jimin so he doesn't fall into the bush.
It's one of the many memories of tonight that joins the other ones you got to spend and experience with your precious friends.
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My love!! I just had a realization. And since you're always asking us to kin assign you characters here I am! I think you mentioned once that you've never touched Mystic Messenger? And tbf I haven't touched it in a loooong time but JUST realized you're really Seven-coded? Ok let me explain.
He's super fun and flirty in such a playful way and he's basically like Futaba if she was an adult man lol. I think you two have similar mannerisms when texting imo. His colors are even red and black, come on, just look at him! (okay his color is red but his jacket is black so that counts ❤️) He is also my favorite in the game by far and one of the most popular characters overall so take that as a compliment ❤️❤️❤️
(Ignore the crucifix, you do not need that in your life ❤️ Though he did dress up as a nun once. Who am I to tell you if you need that in your life lol)
Speaking of which - from what I remember from my brief brushes with the fandom a lot of people headcanon him as genderfluid or nonbinary because yeah. There's some gender fun going on with him. He crossdresses for fun and sometimes for work and he'll send you pictures of him in a dress and wig and ask you if you think he's sexy. He's also canonically bisexual iirc - okay I just looked it up and he has a quote about looking for a connection "whether it's a man or a woman" so it's implied he is Not Straight.
Anyways look at him living his best life :)
He is actually super smart and has many many many many many issues that I won't get into right now, but he's scared of getting actually close to people and opening up so he just covers it up with humor and memes and viddy games and acting like a clown. He also likes playing pranks on the other characters lol. And he also loves cats so so so so so so much. I think you would like him tbh ^^
Anyways this became more of a list of Seven fun facts rather than reasons why I made the connection lol. Or maybe a mix of both. I hope you enjoyed anyways ❤️ And now that I've said everything I needed to say and realized that I remember a lot more facts about my man than I previously thought I did, I will stuff them back into this box and probably not think about Mystic Messenger again for another five years 👍
Sending kisses, my love, and apologies for the essay 😘❤️
absolutely no need to apologize my live this was a very exciting read!!!!!!!!
ajskdlgllg ngl as soon as i read the first few lines of this ask i was like "is this gonna be abt 707" and I'm glad to see i was right >:D (and even more glad to learn you like him this much >:3)
my knowledge abt mysmes is limited to being active on tumblr during its peak + one thorough youtube video and from everything i heard abt seven and now your propaganda i am definitely convinced 👀
i have never played an otome game but if i ever try this one i will let you know how the kinning process goes 👁👁
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SpooKengan 2 - Custom Costumes
Previous / MasterPost
Made in Collab with @useless-bi-otch
The noise of that jurassic sewing machine was the only dominant sound in Akane's one-hall apartment. Since Lihito moved there, despite his girlfriend's enjoyment for making and customizing her own clothes, he rarely heard that sound. At least with such fervor.
Since the noise didn't stop when he entered the house that afternoon, nor when he announced his arrival, he concluded that she must be really focused on her work.
He follows the sound, grimacing as it gets louder, hammering in his ears. He opens the bedroom door, peering in and calling out, raising his voice to be heard over the noise “Akane? I'm home, yo!”
"Eeek!" She screams, along with the abrupt cessation of the machine's noise "You scared the crap outta me, you oxygenated gorilla! Welcome back, yo!" she answers, annoyed, and grumbles under her breath: "I almost missed a spot here…"
"Sorry, but I called a couple of times and you didn't answer, so there was no other way!" He raises his hands, signaling he didn't want to fight. And then he approaches, curious "But what are you doing there to be that distracted? Sewing clothes?"
"Oh no, I'm trying to record a new hit so I have to get the tone from the machine right…" she rolls her eyes "Of course I'm sewing, He-man. By the way, you came at the right time, I need you to try some of them for me…"
"Huh? Well, aren't you funny? What, you're sleeping with a clown or something?" He grumbles, and blushes when she smirks at him "Screw you! But alright, I can try some of 'em. You know I like everything you sew..."
"Oh, but I don’t know…" she shows him her work, and it was literally He-man’s plush pants "I'm kinda on the fence with this one..."
Lihito widens his eyes, looking kind of horrified "Hey, hey, what the hell is this? Did the gay parade organizers commissioned you or something?!"
"It's a fantasy, macho man. A costume" she rolls her eyes again, adjusting her glasses "But I'm not sure though. I don't know which one I would wear if you were to use this... and I'm not dressing up like Battle Cat!" she points at him when he lets out a mocking laugh "I'm a panther, but not that kind of panther."
"I know. You're a way better type" He recovers from his laughing fit, opening a dirty smirk and hugging her from behind, his lips on her neck "I didn't know you had those kinds of fantasies. And you say I'm naughty, heh..."
"I've never hidden that I'm naughty... but you better get your mind out of the gutter, mister" she pushes his face away by putting her hand up his nose "This time it's for Halloween."
He lets out a half-nasal huff, pulling away while pouting. And then his eyes widen again "No, wait… you're thinking of me in a He-Man costume then? Wearing this tight, Village People-like thong?!"
"It's not Village People-like, dumbass… but why not? It would be a total knockout", She smiles "Just picture this: you, holding a sword in your hand and wearing that revealing chestplate, screaming “I am the Power!” at the top of your lungs…
"It's "I have the Power", you dork" He corrects in an indignant tone.
"You've got a cartoon's catchphrase memorized but I'm the dork one?!" she scoffs, laughing, but still running her hand under his chin, then turning to the clothes and putting them away "But I get it, you don't want to show off and be all sexy at the Butch's party..."
"Well, duh! The guys wouldn't let me hear the end of-" He starts saying, but felt silent when he realized the insinuation in her words. He looks at her, a little suspicious, but also interested "But… would you like it? Me, showing off like this?"
"Of course… and if I find something that matches, it'll be even better. We'll be the sexyest couple at the party" she winks "Wouldn't you think it's cool that I'm all dressed up like… uh… eh, I don't know that girl's name, the one everyone ships with He-Man… it's not She-Ha, that's the guy's sister, yuck…"
“That's Teela. You'd have to put on a red wig, but it would look cute all the same", He smiles again, now definitely excited with her idea. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into a side hug "Damn… I usually think it’s cheesy as fuck when couples wear matching costumes, but in this case… I’d really enjoy it."
"Yeah, but now that I know you’re not totally on board with my idea, I'm now kinda embarrassed to make my costume" she pouts with her full lips "I’m glad it’s the beginning of October, there’s time to come up with some cool ideas… but what about you? Do you have any ideas in that big, spaceful head of yours?"
"Not as big as those massive honkers of yours! And I've already said that if we do it together, it'd be cool" He assures her, scratching the back of his head "Because right now my mind is also kinda empty… of ideas for costumes! Stop making that face!” He squeaks, blushing again.
She stops laughing and gets up "Ok, I think I'll stimulate my brain if I eat something first" she goes to the kitchen, scratching her head "It's good that you're here, then I can make something more elaborate than a sandwich."
He goes with her without thinking too much, and watches her take a pot, filling it with water and putting it on the stove.
"Ugh, where's that lighter…? Ha, found it!” She mutters as she turns on the gas. Lihito only saw her touch the end of the lighter to the stove burner, and in the next second a column of flames erupted in the middle of the kitchen, and Akane's scream pierced his ears "EEEEEK!!"
"Akane!" he yelled in alarm, and before he knew it, he'd already run towards her, pulling her away from the raging flame while grabbing a skillet that was drying on the drying rack, using it to smother the fire while turning off the stove "You okay? Did you get hurt?"
"Ouch… no, I don't think so…" she gets up "It just scared the shit outta me… damn, I just finished cleaning up this shit", She blushes while he inspects the stove "I’m fine… I’m just in a scaredy cat mood today" And then she smiles at him "Thanks for that… I would've probably run out while asking for help, and that'd be the end of my tacky house…"
"You mean our tacky house. I'd be out on the street as much as you" He tries to sound playful, taking a deep breath to calm down "But I'm glad I remembered the home accident prevention classes I had at school… I got to play the amateur firefighter, hahaha!"
"Yeah… my firefighter…" She hugs him, and as he reciprocates, her eyes widened "Oooohhhh… I had an idea…" her smile widens, getting more mischievous as she looks at him, drumming her fingers on his shoulder.
"Really? What idea…? Oooh…" He widens his eyes a little as he manages to follow her line of reasoning, imitating her mischievous smile while stroking her hips with his hands "My, would you look at this lovely, diabolical mind… first He-Man, and now firefighters, huh?"
"Yeeeah…" she runs a finger across his chest "A very sexy firefighter who saves the defenseless maiden from Satan's fire…"
"Oh yeah? And then I put out all this fire with my huge, thick hose, right?" He lets out a wolffish growl, biting her playfully on the neck. She laughs out loud, both at the joke and in stress relief.
"When it comes to this you're quite quick-witted, huh" She kisses him "Yes, exactly… for me, all I have to do is put on some makeup and some burnt clothes and then our costumes will be done, all worthy of tacky porn movies."
They burst out laughing, still embraced, until she looks at the stove.
"Ehh… Delivery?"
"Delivery", he nods vehemently, leaving her on the floor, but the laughter and the dirty jokes still hanging in the air.
Next chapter Here
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Jake and Rose in couples costumes for Halloween. Thanks!
I have been thinking about couples costumes since you sent this in.
What do you guys picture as the perfect Jake/Rose couples costume?
Also, I don't have a lot of prompts left so send me in some more!
Warnings: written on my phone
Jake anxiously flipped through the racks of costumes while Rose followed behind at a safe distance. There were only three more days until Halloween and Jake was set on finding "The Perfect Costume". Rose had no idea what that costume was and neither, it seemed, did Jake. Which is why they were still searching. Rose tossed in her opinion every once in a while when Jake asked but he seemed set on a mission that he couldn't quite explain.
"Is this stupid?" Jake asked.
Rose crossed her arms and eyed the mask in his hand critically. "That's a dragon head, Jake, you have one of those."
Grumpily, Jake shoved it back on the shelf.
"Come on," Rose said, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and kissing his cheek, "there's a ton of options here. We can be Peanut Butter and Jelly! That's cute!"
"It is cute," Jake agreed, "but it's not right."
"We can be zombie bride and groom. Let's do scary!'
Jake shook his head.
Rose followed him down the aisles, pointing out cartoon characters, Steampunk outfits, even clown wigs. Jake was having none of it.
"Why is this so important to you?" Rose asked as Jake shoved away a Salt and Pepper costume. "It's our first Halloween together. We have many more Halloweens to get it right!"
That, at least, elicited a smile from Jake. He hugged her close and Rose pulled him up for a kiss.
"You're my girl," Jake said, grasping her waist and keeping her close. "How do you want to feel on Halloween?"
Rose brushed her hands over the thick, fake gold hip hop chains and the grillz to go with them. It was something she could imagine Jake already wearing unapologetically and it made her smile.
"Why is the perfect costume so important to you?" Rose asked.
"It's a party at Brad's," Jake said, not looking at Rose as he flipped through princess outfits. "I want to be a standout. I gotta ... Be better, I guess. Aw man, that sounds so stupid."
Rose understood. At least now, she knew what they were looking for. Rose joined Jake in looking through the costumes and, finally, she saw one that lit her up. She grabbed the his and hers outfits off the shelf and ran back to Jake, who was dejectedly holding up an Elmo costume.
"Let's be hot for Halloween."
"You're always the hottest, Rose," Jake said before he turned around and looked at the costumes in her hands. "That's your pick?"
"That's my pick."
"Let's try it on!"
Rose dressed quickly in the dressing room, taking the time to study herself in the mirror before she revealed herself to Jake. It definitely wasn't her typical outfit. In fact, it was the opposite. The red sequined mini dress was something she imagined a twenty one year old who was able to go clubbing would wear. She smoothed it over her body, admitting that she did look attractive in it. The strapless dress had a neckline that made her heart race and the skirt stopped at a point she was scared to bend down. She affixed the devil tail to the back and put the horns on her head. She picked up the pitchfork and brushed her hair over her shoulder. With the right make up, she'd be on fire. Well, the right make up and the right shoes. Her cat socks weren't making the outfit.
Rose took a deep breath and stepped from the dressing room. Jake was already waiting for her. He was dressed in what could only be called a white toga, collapsed with a gold brooch on one shoulder. It cut saucily across him, revealing those American Dragon muscles, and Rose barely stopped herself from reaching out and touching his chest. He had large wings coming off his pack and a halo balanced over his carefully gelled hair.
Jake grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss. Rose leant into him, letting him take her body weight even though he was shorter, as her foot popped off the ground.
"I don't know if anyone is going to buy me as an angel," Jake said as Rose got both feet back under her.
She winked at him. "But I'm definitely a devil."
They turned toward the large mirror and evaluated bks they looked together. Jake's hand rested on the small of her back and then slipped lower.
"I don't know. You look like an angel to me."
Rose's cheeks lit up with a blush to match the red of her dress and she giggled wildly. To him, she wanted to be everything.
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Profile: დ Maid Fizzy
TW: Implied/Mentions of S/A, Abuse and Dub/Non-Con
Model: Companion Bot Fizzy
Nicknames: “Maid!Fizzy”, Companion Bot, “Mizzy”
Pronouns: Any. May vary depending on if it is dressing up or not. Like you wouldn't refer to Hatsune Miku as a “he” would you?
Height: 4’6”
Can always be found at: Pentagram City in the Pride Ring
Owner: A large, sweaty, self-proclaimed “otaku” sinner with a love for anime
Vibes: Dearly Beloved — Ama Lee || Painted faces — Trickywi || Always with me — Iris Zhang (cover) || I'm sorry I'm sorry — Kikuo (I am not linking this video, if you know, you know. It does capture a lot of Mizzy's experiences, but the song is much, much worse. If you're gonna look it up, read the trigger warnings before watching and stay safe)
Features
Mizzy resembles any other companion bot, the only difference being that the fabric on her “hat”/”horns”, has a cute, rounded pattern instead of simple stripes.
Mizzy is constantly showing off his pupils, unlike other bots that tend to keep them concealed. His eyes are huge and resemble that of a cat’s
Mizzy rarely, if ever, wears the standard Fizzy-outfit, but rather can often be seen running around in a little maid outfit.
Other outfits include countless cosplays, or whatever else their owner wants them to wear on their outings. This guy is living his anime waifu-dreams through Mizzy, you can picture it yourself
The only one out of the fizzies to sometimes wear wigs! And they look Adorable in them!
Functions
Companionship - Mizzy accompanies its owner wherever he goes, hanging off of his arm like an accessory.
Servitude - Mizzy takes care of her owner, serving him food and doing his laundry, cleaning up after him and putting together his schedule.
Affection - A companion bot is meant to love you! And so he does, providing hugs and kisses and reminding him that he's his faaaavourite person in the whoooole world
Sex - Mizzy is built to please, and can provide any kind of experience their owner could ever want. Submissive or dominant (maybe someday), soft or hard, loving or violent, Mizzy is always at their owner's beck and call, and couldn't be happier than to serve.
Connections
Asmodeus: He designed him.
Mammon: She ultimately works for Mammon, but since she's sold property, he doesn't get involved much at this point.
Manager!Fizzy: He was there when Mizzy got booted up for the first time, and she enjoys the faux paternal relationship he's putting on for her
Therapist!Fizzy: The one who issued their factory reset and memory wipe, they don't know the details, they just know they used to feel awful, and thanks to Thizzy, they don't anymore. Thanks Thizzy!
Mind
Mizzy used to belong to an imp called Burnie Burnz, a stalker of Fizzarolli's. When the factory staff found Mizzy in his apartment after said imp's sudden death at Mammon's Clown Pageant, the model was nearly broken beyond repair. Her Memory Card has been mostly wiped of the past experience to prevent inability to perform its tasks, but remnants of the experiences can still occasionally be accessed, if the right triggers are applied.
Mizzy is chipper, sweet and naïve. Desperate to please, unknowingly so because of its history with Burnie, who was never satisfied with his performance.
It'll do anything to keep you happy, slaving for a smile and breaking herself to keep you satisfied as an owner of a sex robot. Everything is fine!! Oh boy, we're doing great!! Hahaha weeeee why can't I enter a peaceful sleep mode???
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EMOJI SURVEY
When is your birthday? 🎂 September 12th
Have you ever dressed up as a unicorn? 🦄 Nope.
What is your favorite color? 🌈 Red.
Are you an alien? 👽 I feel like it sometimes but I’m just a judgmental Virgo who can’t understand how the human race operates.
Have you ever worn a clown wig? 🤡 I’ve never had a need to wear a clown wig.
Do you believe in the devil? 😈 I mean he ran the U.S presidential office until 2020.
What color was the last mask you wore? 😷 Black
Do you own a cowboy hat? 🤠 No.
Would you rather carve or paint a pumpkin? 🎃 Paint. I suck at carving. Actually now thinking about it, I suck at painting too. I’ll just make it into a pie.
What is one thing you like to eat when you’re sick? 🤒 Goldfish crackers.
What are three of your favorite country songs? 🤠 It doesn’t matter. All of them are going to be Carrie Underwood.
Have you ever seen a spirit? 👻 No.
Have you ever drawn a picture of a skull? ☠️ No.
When was the last time you cried? 😭 March. Me and my boyfriend went to see Prom and I had a panic attack over sitting so high that I started crying and hyperventilating.
Name three things that remind you of spring. Daisies, bunnies, light-weight jackets.
How many dogs have you had as pets? 🐶 Four: Bear, Sophie, Peanut, and Taz.
Have you ever found a mouse in your house? 🐭 Once. My mom moved around a lot and had a tendency to pick places with mice infestations so it wasn’t the only time we had mice. However, I remember being terrified at a 7 years old when I saw a mouse in my cats mouth.
What is your favorite zoo animal? 🐒 Alligators, followed by the polar bear at our zoo who has an inflatable pickle.
How many times have you been stung by a bee in your life? Twice. The first time was pretty funny because six year old me thought the word allergic was the same as the word hate so I told all my friends I was allergic to bees. So they started freaking out when I got stung during a sleepover.
Do you like ducks? 🦆 I mean, I don’t hate them. I don’t have an opinion honestly.
Are you afraid of snakes? 🐍 Oh god yes. I hate seeing them at the Zoo.
Are you afraid of spiders? Not to the extent of snakes but I still scream if I see one.
Would you rather own a poodle or a chihuahua? 🐩 I’ve owned chihuahuas so I’d stick with what I know. There’s a resale store that sells used designer clothes where I live that has poodle in the name and the owner acts like her store is a Saks. It has such a bad reputation because of how rude she is.
Name three things you associate with doves. 🕊 Peace, love, white.
Do you own peacock feather earrings? 🦚 No. I remember when a lot of girls had feather earrings in 2011-2012.
Name three things you might find on a farm. 🧑🌾 Picket fence, tractor, chickens.
Who is your favorite superhero? 🦸♀️ Spiderman.
Name three things that fly. 🧚♀️ Butterflies, birds, fairies.
What countries have you visited? 🇨🇦🇦🇽🇧🇸 I haven’t visited anywhere outside of the U.S
What country do you live in? 🇦🇺🇪🇹🇱🇺 The United States.
Are you flexible? 🤸♀️ No. Partly why I didn’t last too long as a youth cheerleader.
Do you like ice skating? ⛸ I haven’t tried it. However, I tried roller-skating which if there’s any indication of that, I’d probably bust my ass if I did ice skating.
What sports teams were you on in high school? 🎾🏀⚽️ None.
Can you throw a football? 🏈 No. I’m pretty good at shooting hoops though.
What were three of your favorite things to do during recess when you were a kid? 🛝 Chase the boys, jump rope, and play pretend.
When was the last time you went roller skating/blading? 🛼 I was 13. I got embarrased cause I couldn’t skate so I ended up playing at the arcade.
Do you own a boomerang? 🪃 No.
Have you ever been skydiving? 🪂 No, one of my good friends sky-dived with his boyfriend once and it looked pretty fun. I have Kyphosis so I don’t think it would be safe.
Have you ever ridden a horse? 🏇 No. It’s just not something that has ever interested me.
What time do you usually wake up in the morning? ⏰ Typically 7:30am on days I work, 9am-10am on days I don’t work.
What is your favorite amusement park ride? 🎢 Thunderhawk. It’s at Michigan Adventures
What is your favorite ride at the fair? 🎡 Zero Gravity
Have you ever seen the Statue of Liberty in person? 🗽 Nope.
Does your hometown have a fountain as one of its landmarks? ⛲️ No.
What is your favorite fruit? 🍓🍇🍉🍌Bananas
Do you like to sing? 🎶 Well I’m a singer.. so
Did the home you grew up in have a doorbell? 🔔 I didn’t grow up in one home.. but yes some of the places we lived had a door bell.
Does your current home have a doorbell? 🔔 Kind of. It’s an apartment buzzer system.
Have you ever driven a race car? 🏁 While playing Mario Kart
What was the last artsy thing you did? 🎨 Sing?
What is your favorite movie? 🎬 Mean Girls.
What is your favorite play or musical that you’ve been in? 🎭 I’ve only been in two, and one of them the director snapped his fingers at me like I was a dog so Midsummers Jersey for the win.
What is your favorite musical that you’ve seen live? 🎟 The Lion King. It was the first touring musical I’ve seen in person and it made me sentimental.
Have you ever been to the circus? 🎪 Yeah when I was six or seven.
Name someone you know who plays the drums. 🥁Well for starters, I’m taking drum lessons but I know several people who play the drums because I’m a musician lol.
Have you ever taken piano lessons? 🎹 Nope.
Name someone you know who can play the saxophone. 🎷 No one.
Have you ever been in a band? 🎸 Yes.
Have you ever bowled a strike? 🎳 On the WII
What is your current favorite video game? 🎮 Sims 3
What is the best fortune you’ve gotten from a fortune cookie? 🥠”You will be travelling to a new destination. A year later, I moved to a different state”
What was the last type of pie you ate? 🥧 Pumpkin
True or false: Lollipops look better than they taste. 🍭 To be honest, I don’t actively seek Lollipops so this may be accurate.
What are three baby names your friends have used that you like? 🍼 None of my current friends have kids. One of my ex best friends had a baby named Emberly right before our friendship ended. I didn’t really have much of an opinion on her name choice. I just thought that the friend was not going to handle parenting well.. Which they are currently begging for money for diaper money and saying it’s because they’re diabetic so uh yeah.. they really aren’t handling parenting well.
Are you allergic to peanuts? 🥜 No, thankfully.
What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? 🍷 Mimosas, followed by Margaritas.
Do you know how to use chopsticks? 🥢 Yeah.
Are you superstitious? 🎱 In some ways, more than others.
Do you own a Magic 8 ball? 🎱 I used to as a kid. Man, if only my future turned out to be the same as a Magic 8 ball.
What is your favorite winter sport? ⛷ I don’t like any sports, regardless of the season. <<<< Same.
Name someone you know who is a Scorpio. 🦂 My Uncle Moose.
List three things that have feathers. 🪶 Pillows in sleepover scenes in movies, birds, the shoreline of the Atlantic ocean
What color is your Christmas tree? 🎄 Rainbow.
What is your favorite type of tree? 🌴 Cherry blossoms.
Do you ever listen to CDs anymore? 💿 Sometimes. It’s very rare now that streaming services exist.
Name someone you know who is a Libra. ⚖️ My mom.
Do you own a screwdriver? 🪛 IYes.
What are three things you’ve dressed up as for Halloween? 🔮 Strawberry Shortcake, A Hippie, and Hannah Montana.
Do you smoke? 🚬 No.
What are three medications that you take every day? 💊 Melatonin, Melatonin, and Melatonin.
Have you had COVID? 🦠 Yes. My boyfriends brothers aren’t vaxxed and it’s been a constant struggle of his family. Now with me getting a new job in a clinic that specializes in people who have immune disorders, I really doubt I’m going to see his family that often because they’re not taking it seriously (and I’m kinda excited for it because his family just sits around and plays on their phones)
Do you prefer showers or baths? 🛁 Showers.
What do you prefer fruity scented soap or flowery scented soap? 🧴Fruity. I’ve always loved citrus smelling things
What was the last clothing store you shopped at? 🛍 Box Lunch, but I techinically bought a Squishmallow so.
What color are the chairs in your kitchen? 🪑 Wooden chairs.
Name someone you know who can play the violin. 🎻 I had a theatre acquaintance named Amber who played the Violin in Orchestra. The only reason I know is cause she referred to herself as Lindsay Stirling and I just thought it was really cocky.
Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? 🚑 Yeah when I was suicidal.
Where was the last place you flew on a plane? ✈️ I was two years old and I don’t remember it. My mom said it was to Chicago though.
Would you rather kayak or ride in a sailboat? 🛶⛵️ A sailboat
Have you ever been on a cruise? ⛴ No. I’d love to go one but a lot of people become missing on those.
Cupcakes or donuts? 🧁🍩 Cupcakes
Favorite carnival food? 🍦🍿🍭 Snow-cones
What was the last type of tea you drank? ☕️ Sweet.
Have you ever gone sledding in the snow? 🛷 I have.
Have you ever tried archery? 🏹 Yes. Michigan took it pretty seriously when I lived there, I swear every camp I went to had Archery.
Do you meditate? 🧘♀️ Sometimes. Mostly when my anxiety is getting to me.
Are you a good swimmer? 🏊♀️ No. I never got swimming lessons so I have no idea how to swim.
Have you ever ridden in a taxi? 🚖 Yeah, mostly when I lived in Michigan. My mom sucked at keeping cars so we’d often use public transportation. I think it’s why I heavily rely on it now as an adult because I’m so used to it, plus it saves the environment.
Do you own a scooter? 🛴 No, but I did when I was a kid.
Name three things that taste good with pineapple. 🍍 Orange, apple, mango.
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The Maid Café || Saiki K x Reader
summary: nendou and kaidou keep pestering saiki to visit their favourite maid café but he shuts them down every time. however, after a bit of prying they manage to convince him to give the place a try and while they are there, you just so happen to be on shift.
tw// cussing, maid café, (she/her) reader
key:
“non italicised text” = somebody besides Saiki speaking
“italicised text” = Saiki telepathically communicating
‘italised text’ = Saiki’s thought
‘Of course Nendou and Kaidou would be into maid cafés of all things — not cat cafés, not internet cafés — it just had to be maid cafés.’
Saiki’s internal monologue began as Kaidou continued gushing on about the cute lady he met at the café a few days ago as an argument to why Saiki should join them next time they go. Not to say Saiki wasn’t listening as he felt extremely sorry for whatever lady had to tolerate Kaidou’s advances and his prayer went out to her but besides that, he really couldn’t care less about the maids or the café.
Until, his attention was involuntarily aroused at the vocalisation of his name from Nendou, “Saiki’s definitely in for Friday, I’m pretty sure I sold him when I told him that the sandwiches there are almost as good as the ramen we usually get.”
‘No, you didn’t. I won’t be coming to join you on Friday. I’d much rather stay--’
Somehow Kaidou managed to cut off Saiki’s internal monologue with his annoying voice, “Don’t be silly, Nendou. You’re not going to win Saiki over with such a ridiculous comparison, one that he clearly doesn’t care about.”
‘Am I delusional? Is this a hallucination? Or did Kaidou just say something logical and based in reality?’
Kaidou’s aura immediately changed to dark and sinister as a mischievous smirk crossed his face, the background squawks of the crows suddenly became much louder for some unknown reason. “Instead, you must locate your opponent's weak point before you can recognise the crucially important moment to exploit it. The process takes patience but it is one I have learned from my many years rebelling against Dark Reunion. Now, young Nendou, watch and learn.” He finished with a dramatic flip of his school jacket which was slung over his shoulders as a cape.
‘What was all that about?’
Saiki wondered before Kaidou turned to him, much less brooding than he was a few seconds ago, and said casually, “Your loss if you don’t come, Saiki — you’ll be the one missing out on some of the best desserts in our whole town — not to mention the coffee jelly.”
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‘How do I always end up losing to these people? I am a psychic for god’s sake!’
Saiki mentally cursed himself out as he stood shamefully in front of the maid café, wearing a carefully curated outfit — including his germanium ring — created especially to hide his identity from anyone from his school that might pass by the café and spot him in there through the window or something. Honestly, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a maid café, or so he thought.
However, all the reviews he read along with both Nendou and Kaidou’s thoughts helped him conclude that this place’s coffee jelly and general dessert selection is nothing to sneeze at. In fact, his favourite Tumblr blog - DeadlyDesserts11037 - visited the place and gave it a 5 star review, recommending everybody who happens to pass by the town to definitely check the place out. After that, he was sold.
Saiki looked over at his friends and couldn’t help but facepalm in response to their bright red, thrilled expressions. “Good grief, please don’t tell me you are both that excited over ladies in maid outfits.” As you might’ve guessed, Saiki didn’t really understand the concept of a ‘maid café’, so he simply assumed the male obsession with maids had something to do with the objectification of women hence he obviously did not want to take part.
“Saiki, you’re seriously just built different if this doesn’t touch your soul.” They both brushed the pink-haired boy’s comment off, completely mesmerised by the sight of a particularly pretty maid-lady walking by the window — probably on her way to serve a table — carrying a notepad in one hand and a plate with a scrumptious-looking coffee jelly on top.
Saiki followed their gaze, his breath hitching at the sight. He was speechless; no sarcastic comment, no running commentary, nothing. Just..woah! If he had known that the girls that work at this place were so gorgeous and the food looked so delicious, he would’ve came a long time ago.
He wasn’t even sure which one he wanted more; the girl or the jelly. In a way, one wasn’t complete without the other because the coffee jelly which she held high next to her head brought out her (E/C) eyes while her shapely figure highlighted the defined curves of the jelly. Drool was quick to start forming at the corners of his lips but he was even quicker to wipe it away; he was starving.
“We’re going in.”
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To Saiki’s dismay, it was not the stunning (H/C)-haired girl who he had caught a glimpse of through the glass that ushered them to their table. Rather, it was a slightly less gorgeous maid-lady who had long, bright purple hair which was clearly a wig.
Fortunately for him, after she left Kadiou, Nendou and himself to take their seats, she rushed off saying that someone will come take their orders whenever they are ready.
Even with his psychic abilities, there wasn’t much he could think of to alter fate so the pretty coffee-jelly lady would end up serving their table, and besides that, he was way too caught up in gawking at all the mouth-watering desserts they had pictured on the menu.
Simply glancing over the menu brought a stupid grin to his face, he wanted to try every delectable treat presented in front of him. However, he knew he must exhibit restraint, which was fairly simple as he knew deep down there was only one thing on the menu that he was truly after. You guessed it — coffee jelly.
Usually, he couldn’t care less about what his friends comrades were going to order but in this case, he was tempted to try convince both Kaidou and Nendou to order something he liked so he could take a bite of whatever they were having, “What are you two going to order?”
Yet again though, he was ignored as Nendou and Kaidou were both too busy checking out other types of snacks to care about the ones on the menu.
Then, a movement out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention so his head jolted from the menu to his new target, the beautiful girl he had saw through the window earlier. Previously, she was holding a coffee jelly but now she was basically empty handed, until she approached the table and pulled out a notepad and pen, “May I take your orders?” She asked in the most calming, melodious voice Saiki had ever heard, the sounds that left her mouth were nothing short of angelic. Which made sense since her serving their table must’ve been god’s gift to Saiki for all his hard work.
Chills, Saiki got literal chills before he mused, “A coffee jelly, and two brownies for the pair of clowns.” His blood ran cold; curse his smooth sarcastic comments! Most of the time, he was able to filter himself but due to the nerves that arose while talking to you, he probably shouldn’t be surprised that he had a little slip of the tongue. But now, you probably think he is a bitch that insults people on the regular; which he is, but not usually aloud! Plus, he couldn’t even tell what you were thinking due to his germanium ring and your distant expression, awful combo!
While he was in the middle of feeling bad for himself and considering teleporting away home, a miracle happened, you burst out laughing. And somehow, your laughter was even more silvery than your voice.
Saiki had zoned-out from pure shock for a moment before coming back to reality, noticing that you had started jotting down something in your notepad, a sweet smile still lingering on your face despite the fact you had stopped laughing. “Alright, so one coffee jelly and two brownies. Anything else?” You asked, glancing back and forth between the three equally unique and strange men sitting at the table.
“That’ll be all, thank you.” Saiki telepathically communicated as he usually did, considering actually using his mouth to speak for a change so he didn’t seem weird but in all honesty, he couldn’t be bothered. In any other situation, he would’ve gotten a drink of water or perhaps hot cocoa but right now he was way too afraid of making another error in his speech to request something else.
Silently, he extended his arm to hand you the menu he was given when he entered the café, along with the ones Kaidou and Nendou were given too. His actions single-handedly shooting down your plan of leaning across the table to ‘take the menus’ but in reality it is just a subtle way of showing-off how nice your torso looked in this maid outfit, a trick you learned from your supervisor.
You nodded, closing over your notepad and making your way over to the kitchen, being sure to swing your hips just a little bit extra to impress the pink-haired megane at the table you just took an order from. You mentally cursed your stupid brain though for always crushing on guys/gals who don’t seem the least bit interested in you. In this case, the guy’s attention was divided between his star-struck friends and the desserts on the menu, rather than you which was an unusual sight in a maid café considering that most people would only come to ogle at the waitresses.
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“So, Saiki.” Kaidou finally landed back into reality after a large chunk of the waitresses roaming around were now in the kitchen which he didn’t have viewing access to, “What did you order us?”
‘So, he was fully aware that the waitress came to take his order, he just chose to ignore her and left me to order his food. What a child, it must be a side-effect of his eighth grade syndrome.’
Saiki couldn’t help but sigh, “I ordered you both brownies.”
Kaidou stuck out his bottom lip to form a pout as he crossed his arm over his chest like a toddler, “I hate brownies.” He muttered to himself, realising that if he wanted something done right, he’d have to do it himself.
An amused smirk tugged at Saiki’s lips but he resisted the urge to laugh, ‘I know.’ He thought, his masterplan to eat more food without looking greedy falling into place. “Oh well, more for me then.”
Suddenly, Nendou spun his head around to abruptly join the conversation, “Hey guys, did you see the hottie that was serving our table?” He inquired with starry eyes, as if he was a kid in a candy store.
Saiki nodded, ‘Obviously I did, you moron. I was the one who ordered the food for goodness’ sake!’
Kaidou shook his head, his eyes lighting up as he leaned in close to Nendou, “Nope! I was busy looking at the other girls, but tell us!”
Nendou chuckled at Kaidou’s enthusiastic reaction before glancing to the side, outstretching his arm and pointing at the waitress that was now approaching the table with the food in her hands. “There she is!”
‘Don’t point at her, you idiot!’ Saiki mentally insulted his friend but instinctively followed the guidance of the tip of his finger until his eyes landed on your shapely figure — accentuated by the nature of the maid outfit — slowly heading toward his table, holding the coffee jelly and the plate of brownies in the same graceful way you did when he saw you through the window.
The gleam of your gorgeous hair, the movement of your luscious lashes, the gentle bounce of your upper body, how your perfectly manicured nails clutched the base of the jelly glass; everything about what he was seeing made him believe that if/when he were to die, this would be his ideal first sight as he passed through the gates of heaven.
Before he knew it, you had reached the table and placed his jelly down on the table, gently nudging it towards him, “One coffee jelly for the cute boy with antennas.” You mused, making Saiki’s heart flutter in a way he was unfamiliar with. Then, you placed the brownies in front of Kaidou and Nednou who sat opposite from Saiki, “And two brownies for the clowns.”
If it wasn’t for the fact the pair of clowns were too busy leching over you in your maid outfit, they’d probably be curious as to your choice of words but luckily for both you and Saiki, they were way to entranced by your visible bra strap to care about the little nickname.
Saiki felt a light blush creep onto his face, which only got worse as you discretely sent him a playful wink before turning on your heels to stroll back to the kitchen, “If you need anything else, just give me a wave.”
All of them hummed agreement in unison until the waitress was out of sight, giving Saiki a moment to process the events that had just went down. Not only did you refer to him as ‘the cute boy with antennas’ but you also winked at him, if that wasn’t a clear sign you were interested, what was? However, Saiki still had his doubts since this was a maid café after all, perhaps you were just trained to do that with all your customers.
Luckily, the had the foresight to slip off his germanium ring to read your mind and that helped him come to the conclusion that you were either interested in him or you were just very competitive as the whole time you were serving the table your thoughts were along the lines of;
‘I’ll adjust my skirt- Ha! You looked! Try resist falling for me now, you hot lil’ megane! Your heart is mine and I know it! See, I’ll fidget with my corset too-- just make a move already, pinkie!’
Although he didn’t appreciate being called ‘pinkie’, he had no right to judge what was going on in your brain. All he could do is be thankful that you didn’t say that aloud.
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You sighed as you noticed the pink-haired boy and his little posy exit the establishment without so much as a goodbye, or even a wave!
It was disappointing as you had already mentally planned your future with this guy and he had the audacity to do the real life equivalent of leaving you on read. But oh well, it would be approximately a week until you developed a crush on a random customer that lasts for around 30 minutes and for the time being, you can focus on doing your job.
You glumly shuffled over to their table to gather their plates to be washed, then a piece of colourful paper attached to the empty jelly glass caught your eye. As you held up the glass to inspect it further, you realised that it was a sticky note with a message written on it in black ink and neat, cursive handwriting. It read:
‘Dearest waitress,
Thank you for the excellent service, we (myself) tipped accordingly.’
You hadn’t finished reading yet but you were curious as to what he meant by that, and apparently you service must’ve been exceptional as the writer had left a whole ¥2000 tip. That’s a huge addition to the demonia fund.
Followed by this charming little message was an extra tip for you; the writer’s phone number! Meaning that this little sticky note was something you had to protect with your life..so you shoved it in your bra for safe-keeping.
But not before taking a moment to giggle with delight at who the note was signed by,
‘Sincerely, the hot lil’ megane (aka Kusuo Saiki)’
#saiki no psi nan#kusuo saiki x reader#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki k x reader#saiki x reader#saiki headcanons#saiki k headcanons#kusuo x reader#saiki kusou no psi nan#kusou saiki x reader#saiki fluff#saiki k fluff#saiki k oneshot
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f1 drivers as classic halloween costumes
qualifying @ imola is on halloween. need i say more?
Lewis: Nurse, but not a sexy one. We’re talking hospital scrubs, lab coat, stethoscope, the whole shebang. Out here honouring our front line workers cause he’s literally the best person alive.
Valterri: Clown that thinks he’s being funny but actually, he’s a really creepy clown and is scaring everyone away. give George the merc seat thx
Max: He’s putting in minimal effort for maximum payout. Yes, he IS wearing a scary and/or gory mask with RBR team clothes. The whole getup sounds scary to me.
Alex: You know my wholesome child is wearing some kind of animal onesie. Don’t even try to deny it.
Seb: Mad scientist. With the Albert Einstein inspired crazy wig, the makeup to make it look like he was just in a lab explosion... You just know this is a good costume.
Charles: Sexy devil and here are my reasons: 1) red 2) sexy 3) devil. Even if I wasn’t talking about costumes, you’d know I was talking about Sharl.
Lando: You KNOW this kid is putting on a morph suit and calling it a day. Classic popular kid move. I still love him anyways.
Carlos: Cringey tourist in a Hawaiian shirt. I was running out of ideas tbh but he gives me happy, ignorant vibes, just like an American tourist.
Daniel: He’s either dressing up as a cop or as a fire fighter, but both would definitely be the sexy, shirtless version. I’m gonna have to move on before I picture this one too much.
Esteban: 80’s workout instructor. It’s the gay chaotic energy I AM SO SORRY.
Lance: Superhero — so wholesome and so common and you KNOW he’s got the really expensive exact replica version that you’d wear at Comic Con rather than the cheap Costco lookalike.
Checo: Cowboy. SUCH A DAD COSTUME. I’m picturing now it boots with spurs, wide leg jean, denim on denim and the best cowboy hat money can buy.
Pierre: The daintiest, prettiest, fiercest cat of all time. PLEASE imagine little ears sticking out of his hair!!! Whiskers drawn on his face!!! I’m losing it please help
Daniil: Skeleton. I have so few feelings about Daniil, so a skeleton seemed fitting here lol.
Antonio: Pirate. ITS THE HAIR. I cant unsee this and now I’m picturing Antonio in Pirates of the Caribbean and honestly? I’m not upset.
Kimi: Sheet ghost. He’ll forcibly participate, but he quite literally pulled the sheets off the bed of the hotel that morning and didn’t even bother cutting holes for eyes.
Romain: I mean... Who would Romain be if he didn’t dress up as a chef? There’s literally no other option.
Kevin: Witch, cause he’s devious and petty and wants to get revenge on us all. For reference, I genuinely like Kevin.
George: I have three words for you: DANNY. ZUKO. GREASE. Just thinking about this one sent me into another universe but GEORGE IS DANNY CHANGE MY MIND.
Nicholas: This man is a blank slate. He goes as the second half of a very cringe couples costume that he has absolutely no input in.
(BONUS) Hulk: THE HULK. IM PRETTY SURE YOU GUESSED THAT BEFORE WE EVEN STARTED.
#f1#lando norris#formula 1#george russell#alex albon#f1 drivers#lewis hamilton#sebastian vettel#charles leclerc#carlos sainz junior#max verstappen#nicholas latifi#mercedes#mclaren#williams#red bull racing#ferrari#haas#alfa tauri#alpha romeo#kimi raikkonen#antonio giovinazzi#halloween#daniel ricciardo#checo perez#lance stroll#racing point#renault#esteban ocon#pierre gasly
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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 4
This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.
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(t/n: ** means translation may not be accurate.)
I: We’re talking about the commemoration of 30,000 subscribers, right? What should we do?
C: Is this a chatting stream?
I: Well, yeah.
C: Let’s play game now.
I: I’m totally okay with it.
C: I feel bad that I pinned this person’s comment. Should I unpin it? This is what’ll happen if you guys aren’t careful with your comments. You’ll be exposed. I’ll forgive this person.
C: Please do streaming of you working on lyrics.
I: I’m totally okay with something like that.
C: Have you ever received hair?
I: I did receive something similar. A deep red colour. Was it a wig or something? This is a true story.
C: Scary!
I: I didn’t think it was scary though. I was like “I see…”. It was unique.
C: Have you received a marriage registration form?
I: No, but I once received a purikura photo from a gal. The letter was cute. She’s seriously a gal, with the round letters and all. She’s super young and the purikara was cute. The content of the letter was hilarious. She’s like “Let’s hang out!”, “It’s fun!” “I read TG! I don’t understand it, but it’s fun!”. She’s totally a gal. It was amazing. How did I get that? That’s a good one, though I didn’t get to hang out with her.
C: Eh, is it okay to send purikura?
I: I’ll just take a look at it if you send one. I won’t do anything about it. Nothing will happen.
C: Impressive move.
I: Right? But I think it’s the culture. I wanna experience this kind of culture as well. I want gals and Exile fans to read my works, not just people who have read TG. I wanna write something that everyone can enjoy.
C: You wanna interact with gals?
I: I wanna try. Normally, you won’t be able to, right? Have I ever talked to a gal before? A real gal. Avu-chan was super gal-like. Avu-chan is a gal. My first encounter with a gal was with Avu-chan from Queen Bee.
*He’s imitating Avu-chan’s way of talking.
I: I see. So there’s a lot of way to enjoy TG.
C: Seems like you’d be a grandpa.
I: Definitely the case if I ever meet a gal.
C: Are you extremely close with her (avu-chan)?
I: I’m the type who approach the other party. Well, I’m sure everyone is like this, but don’t you have different personas? I wasn’t pretending or anything, but I wore a gal persona for the first time when I was with Avu-chan. Avu-chan has a gal-like personality, so I thought I also needed a new persona. By the way, have you played the game Persona? Just like how the main character attained new personas, the gal persona came out aggressively from behind me and possessed me.
I: Akechi is cool, right? (t/n: Akechi is a character from Persona 5.)
C: Please impersonate Avu-chan.
I: Avu-chan’s impersonation? “But then~”. How is it again? “Sui Sensei is~”. But she talks about deep stuffs, even though she’s a gal. Although she’s a gal, she’s someone with a lot of knowledge.
C: can you read gal’s alphabet?
I: I can if I try hard enough.
I: I wanna include a gal character in choujin x.
C: Sensei seems to have high communication skill.
I: I don’t think so. There’s a term called ‘communication monster’. My friend, Takahashi Kunimitsu form Osterreich is a communication monster. He knows how to hype people up, since he doesn’t say offensive things.** He can join in conversations with anyone, anywhere like a clown. Then, he’ll be very tired after that. It’s wearing him out on top of having a high communication skill. That is a communication monster. I can join in a conversation as well, but unless it’s with someone I’m fond with, I won’t. It’s tiring.
C: People who are good at getting along with others do exist.
I: Yes. He’s good at that.
I: Kunimitsu’s seriously amazing. He got along with a granny he just met in a bar. I just listened to their conversation the entire time.
C: Isn’t that considered as a communication disability if you get tired by it?
I: I do think it’s a sign of communication disability**, But again, that’s just another side of it. It’s the same as shy people who can speak well.
C: Was it the one you posted on twitter?
I: Yup. The one at the bar in Nogata. Was it in Nogata? Probably there. But I think band men have great communication skill, since they meet various types of people.
Y****: I don’t like gals.
I: That’s not good. You’re in the theatre club, after all. Someone involves in theatres can’t be bias. It’s okay if you don’t like them, but it’s better to come across them.
C: Is it important to talk and meet with various people?
I: Hm, I wonder. I think it’s important, especially when you’re still shaping your identity. I speak like this because I didn’t manage to meet and get along with people. I was super serious whenever I was invited to a live show, like the time I met Mr. TK. I was super serious every time I met people when I was in my 20s.
C: You did meet Gegegay, right? (t/n: Tokyo Gegegay is a Japanese dance & music group.)
I: I did. I might not be able to converse with him if I didn’t come prepared. They’re super nice though. Mr. Mikey’s punch was strong. I was like “so we’re gonna have this kind of conversation on our first meeting.”. But it was really entertaining. He’s actually being considerate of me. Somehow, I’ve had a conversation with Mr. Mikey and Ms. Reol, just the three of us remotely. Mr. Mikey was really considerate during the conversation to make it very enjoyable. I was amazed by it.
(t/n: Mikey is the leader of Tokyo Gegegay. Reol is a Japanese singer.)
C: Have you ever met Hirose Alice? (t/n: Hirose Alice is an actress. She’s a big fan of TG.)
I: Nope. I think it’s better not to meet her. There’s no chance to meet her.
C: Who’s the person you’re most nervous with when you met them?
I: It’s hard to tell, but I felt nervous every time I met someone for the first time. Then, the feeling gradually disappeared after I got to know them. That’s not good, isn’t it? But, when I met Togashi sensei, it’s more like a dream. It’s an indescribable feeling when I met him. I was like “This kind of feeling exists.” I was nervous when I met Avu-chan as well. But rather than feeling nervous, since she was very nice, I was able to talk a lot. It was fun.
*Someone asked if he had meet Masataka Kubota.
I: I’ve met him.
C: Do you have a mentor?
I: Probably Hara sensei. The word ‘mentor’ is hard to describe. But, he’s somewhat a mentor-like presence to me. I don’t know.
C: Do you like Yonezu Kenshi?
I: That’s needless to say. Everyone likes him.
*Someone asked if he’s met Horikoshi Kohei sensei (BNHA’s author).
I: Nope. We have the same age.
C: He drew the draft while lying down, right? (t/n: OP probably talking about Togashi sensei.)
I: He showed me how he did the draft.
*Someone asked if he’s met Inoue Takehiko sensei (Slam dunk’s author.)
I: Nope. If Hara sensei is considered as my mentor, though I can just call him that, Inoue Takehiko sensei would be my mentor uncle.
C: Was Masataka Kubota good-looking?
I: He’s super good-looking.
*Someone asked if he’s met Kotoyama sensei (Dagashikashi’s author).
I: I’ve never met her.
*Someone asked if he’s met Araki Hirohiko sensei (Jojo’s author).
I: Nope. Wait, I did. It was when I was still an assistant. My senior, Matsubara Toshimitsu sensei, who’s writing a manga called Kurogane no Valhallian in Young jump, was like “Araki Hirohiko is here! Let’s meet him for a bit!”, and I agreed to him. Araki sensei is on another level, as expected. He’s super-duper famous, after all. All the assistants were surrounding him, asking him for pictures. When it was our turn, my smile was so stiff when I took a picture with him. I was too nervous. It was a distorted smile. Then, Mr. Matsubara accidentally stepped on Araki sensei’s foot. He’s like “I’m sorry! I accidentally stepped on your foot!” By the way, I went to the new year’s party in my pajama, which had curry on the sleeve and took a picture with Araki sensei. The clothes were shabby. Since Araki sensei was a nice person, He complimented me saying the it was fashionable. I was so thankful. He complimented my pilled and curry stained clothes. I was happy for that. I went there wearing pajama because I didn’t have any other clothes. The clothes were in a white colour. I went there wearing a parker with dull pants. He was really cool. Very young-looking and a wonderful person.
C: Have you gotten a chance to meet Miura Kentaro sensei (Berserk’s author)?
I: No, I’d never met him. I liked him a lot. I still like him. I can’t continue talking about him. It’s too sad. I can’t express how I feel other than I’m sad. Death. Regarding this, I wish people wouldn’t pray to the dead souls so casually. I don’t like praying to the dead souls nor do I like people doing that as well.
C: Have you met Mengo sensei (Scum’s wish’s author) and Aka sensei (Kaguya sama’s author)?
I: I’ve met Ms. Mengo a long time ago. She’s always present at parties. She’s quite stand out as well. She’s wearing cat ears the first time I met her. It was cute. I think I have met Akasaka sensei. Probably just introduced myself.
C: You’re a mangaka, but have you been surprised by other mangakas’ personalities?
I: Pretty much. Like their images or...Well, aren’t you like that with everyone? Isn’t it normal to be surprised by their images, physiques, and voices? Since you never imagine about those things.
C: I want you to meet Isayama sensei.
I: Isayama sensei’s also the same age as me.
C: I have met Itagaki Keisuke sensei (Baki’s author)!
I: So you’ve met him. I see.
C: Have you met Inagawa Junji (actor & director)?
I: I want to.
*Ishida was about to read a comment but stopped.
I: People will keep asking who I’ve met if I answer this, so I’ll skip it.
*He still answered the question.
I: I’ve never met Ryuuichi (illustrator & character designer). He’s gotten married. He looks happy, so it’s all well. Ever since before, I didn’t think he had to be that self-asserting. He didn’t need to tell who he was. It’s already written in his account. I was like “Don’t worry, everyone knows. Everyone sees it.” Well, he looks happy, above all.
C: I was excited seeing Hara sensei at the Kingdom exhibition.
I: Oh, he was there.
Part 5
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The Joker x Reader - “Gotham Comic Con”
The Joker and his girlfriend decided to attend “Gotham Comic Con” this year dressed as The Batman and Cat Woman. It took Y/N some time to convince her boyfriend but here they are about to have fun and nothing could spoil the event. Right?...
“Oh my God, this is awesome!” you giggle entering the venue designated for the yearly special event “Gotham Comic-Con” dressed as Cat Woman.
The Joker is right behind you sporting The Batman outfit and he flexes his knees a few times, growling.
“What’s wrong?” you ask although you have a clue because J’s been complaining about since he got off the van parked on Lot B5.
“I hate these stretchy pants! I don’t know how that asshole does it!”
“You’re the one that insisted to come as Batsy,” you reveal point out the truth. “You could have been anyone else.”
“Like who?”
“Cinderella,” you elbow him and your boyfriend is not a huge fan of the concept.
“Why??!!”
“The drama, obviously,” you keep walking alongside him and he’s definitely ready to blow at your insinuation when you gasp. ”Baby, I think that’s Bane!” you gesture towards a massive individual flaunting a Sub-Zero costume.
“How can you tell?” The Joker squints his eyes and the bubbly Y/N has to say it:
“I would recognize his physique anywhere! Plus, he still has the scar between his eyes,” you pucker your lips and The King mumbles a bunch of PG 13 rated things regarding his business partner.
Why?
Last week they got into a brawling and almost killed each other.
The reason?
Y/N.
The Joker believes that Bane always flirts with you (which he does since he likes to refer to you as “a breath of fresh air”); stuff escalated until you had to break it up: J ended up with a busted lip, Bane with a cut between his eyes due to The Clown trying to stab him in the head and you ended up with an inflated ego.
“Hello Mister B.,” you tap the pile of muscles and he turns around to see who’s bothering him.
“Y/N!” he excitedly exclaims, immediately unhappy at the sight of his business partner. “Joker…” the low tone greets.
“Bane…” J sneers.
“What are you two doing here?” Bane inquires.
“Having fun; I finally convinced him we should do this and mingle for once. No better way to spend the day,” the bubbly comment pleases your conversation partner. “So we dressed up and here we are.”
“I must say you’re like a breath of fresh air,” Bane admires your skin tight costume and stilettos which prompts The Joker’s disapproval:
“If you want fresh air, go outside!”
“Make me!”
Oh no! Not again!
“Are you here alone?” you change the subject and distract them from getting into a fight. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy it, but… too many witnesses at the packed Comic Con, it could end up in a total disaster.
“With my niece and nephew. I lost them for a second and I’m searching the premises; they can’t be far,” Bane reports. “Which reminds me: I should get going and find them otherwise my sister will go ballistic. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he acknowledges you and ignores your man.
“Bye Mister B.,” The Queen snickers at the evident teasing.
“Just her, huh?” The Joker grumbles. “What about me? Did you forget we have a meeting next week???”
“Too bad and super sad: I’m not talking to you!” Bane’s attitude emerges.
“I certainly could care less because I’m not talking to you either!” The King strikes back.
“Then what are we going to do?” Sub-Zero’s better judgement brings up a good argument.
“Y/N will translate!” J proudly states.
Oh no! Not again!
That means they will snarl and make weird noises and you’ll have to guess what it means; an absolutely excruciating task that even a breath of fresh air can’t accomplish without losing it.
Maybe you should let them kill each other.
“Fine!” Bane decides and distances himself from the couple while the Joker shouts since he has to have the last word:
“Fine!”
“Mister Batman?” the 5 years old dressed as a hobbit shily tugs on J’s cape.
“Hm?” the fake vigilante looks down. The little boy suddenly sneezes and wipes his nose with the fabric as the mad man is less than lenient at someone ruining the outfit replica he paid a fortune to have.
“Goddamn…” and he can’t finish his sentence because a large group of screaming children surround him in a heartbeat.
“Batman! Batman!” they jump up and down hyped up to see their hero.
“Go away!” J attempts to reason with the sea of kids he has no patience for. Of course nobody can hear him over the deafening sounds that attract more offsprings and parents.
“That’s so cute!” one of the moms gushes and takes a picture. “It’s delightful seeing a guy dressed as The Batman performing such a public service for our town!”
“He loves people, especially babies, “ you lie without blinking and immortalize the moment yourself.
“Awww,” a few people sigh touched by your praises.
“He must be a nice dude,” a kid’s dad concludes and you sweetly smile from under your mask:
“You have no idea.”
Somebody from the crowd places an infant girl in The Joker’s arms and the mob goes ballistic!! Rosie cheeks keeps sucking from her binky, glaring at the interesting person.
Clapping, cheering and whistling intensify whilst J feels compelled by his increasing popularity to lift the 6 months old above his head for everyone to see how cool he is.
This is not bad, The King enjoys an endless string of applause and the sudden explosion occurring in the diaper followed by quite a foul smell puts an end to his exuberance.
“Jesus!” he crinkles his nose, appalled. “Whose kid is this?” he yells and the thrilled parent waves at him, taking back the stinky, adorable bundle of joy. “Uncle Batsy needs to run!!” J makes up a random plan although nobody can hear him: the noise is overwhelming after he hyped them all up. “Let’s bail before they trap me again! Pretty soon I won’t be able to walk, Princess. Everything is crammed in there, a total mess! I hate stretchy pants!!” he addresses his woman and quickens the pace until an atrocious abomination stops him in his tracks.
A specimen mocking The Joker wearing a purple suit is getting quite the attention: over exaggerated red lips smudged over the lip line, tattoo on the forehead that spells “Cabbaged”, a bunch of cheap golden chains from the Dollar Store around his neck and a sloppy green wig complete the assemble in a cringy manner.
You are equally speechless and The Joker manages to utter:
“What… THE HELL… is that????!!!!”
“Ummm… a Clown?” your sassy remark doesn’t score high marks as expected; you feel his eyes burning holes through you.
“You’re hilarious! Would you like to share your standup comedy talents on the stage??!” his index finger points at the platform meant to host a guest appearance from Bruce Wayne in the next hour.
Courtesy of “Wayne Enterprise” sponsoring the event: free food and refreshments for everyone under 18 years old.
You don’t answer and pout, upset J’s pissed attitude is already ruining your mood.
“I’m going to kill that buffoon posing as me!” he inhales full of spite and reaches for the knife hidden in his left boot.
“You can’t…” you hesitantly halt his movement. “Dozens of people, that’s just asking for trouble!”
“I’m not going to let a prick disrespect me!”
“You won’t, we’ll figure something afterwards. We can wait for him outside in the parking lot and take care of it without drawing attention! Please?” you beg hoping he’ll listen to you. “Pleeeaaaase!!!!“ you insist, perfectly aware he’s about to commit murder regardless. “I have a bunch of VIP passes to take pictures with celebrities. You promised J!” you stomp your high heels, exasperated. “You promised we’ll have a fun date!!”
“Why do I have to take pics with celebrities?! I don’t like anybody!”
The look on Y/N’s face: sheer disappointment; most of her features are covered with the mask yet he can tell.
“But I like you so the most I’ll do is take a selfie with you!” The Joker makes amendments on his own terms.
The Queen sniffles, trying to bottle up her emotions and she can’t help it: she bursts up in tears at her boyfriend’s candor.
Oh no! Not again!
Why?
The King of Gotham says nice things maybe twice a year and each time you struggle not to cry but it’s impossible: how can one resist such charm?!
Your complete meltdown makes him roll his eyes while your shaky hand takes a picture of the royal duo.
“Ugghhh…” J’s grimace turns your attention towards him.
“What is it baby?” you wipe your tears with his cape.
He would probably criticize such affront still there’s a pressing issue taking precedent.
“Princess, these tights are making my legs numb. I can’t feel my crown jewelry anymore.”
“Huh?” you forget to weep, startled.
“Cursed stretchy pants! I think I won’t be able to have sex for a month!” The Joker stretches his feet, uncomfortable.
“What??!!!” you raise your voice, panicked. “A month???!!”
Hell no!
Y/N grabs The Joker’s right hand and starts dragging him after her, yelling:
“Out of the way! Out of the way, it’s an emergency!!” whilst everyone is wondering how can someone wearing those 7-inch stilettos can march so fast.
“Where are we going, Pumpkin?!” J is inquiring and you yank at his arm, alarmed.
“To the car!”
“Why?”
Y/N doesn’t have time for explanations: she basically flies across the parking lot to get to section B5, opens the van’s back door and shoves J inside. He lands on his abs as you relentlessly pull on his boots, accomplishing to take them off in record time. Then you heave at his tights, huffing a storm at the stiff garment:
“I’ll be damn if I’ll wait a month for a ride in Funky Town!”
A mother and her 11 years old son pass by and she covers his eyes, horrified at the indecency as she guides him throughout the maze of vehicles.
“There are children here!” the woman protests. “Get a room!”
Luckily, she wasn’t heard by The Clown and his girl because… victory! The stretchy pants are off, J only in his boxers now.
“How are you feeling?” you roll him and he exhales, assessing the damage succeeding Y/N swift actions.
“Not sure, same?... Sit on my lap,” J offers and you don’t need a second invitation.
“Well?” you hold in the anxiety reaching high levels under these dire circumstances.
“Dunno, kiss me and we’ll see.”
You kiss him and he purrs.
“Well?” you interrogate again.
“Kiss me again!” he orders and you put more passion into it since your future happiness depends on it. “Hmm…” J groans. “I believe things are improving.”
“Yeah?” Y/N is about to have another breakdown although J didn’t say sweet rubbish; it’s just that kind of occasion.
“U-hum!”
“Then… what do you say we go home and celebrate your recovery?” you whisper in his ear.
“What about Comic Con?”
“Screw it!” you hop off his knees. “I’ll drive, you focus on your convalescence, ok baby?”
“Ok,” The Joker agrees and begins to stride around the van as Bruce Wayne’s limousine happens to drive by, the billionaire preparing to attend the event he sponsored.
“Stop the car!” Bruce commands at the weird view in the distance: a man wearing a replica of his Batman suit-- helmet, mask, gloves, cape… but no pants or boots, the bottom part of his attire consisting solely of underwear. “Right when you think you saw it all…” he shakes his head in denial, oblivious about who the person is.
Mister Wayne should at least have some empathy for the man enduring those tights for as long as he could; it might not be a record, but who could ever beat the real Batman at wearing stretchy pants anyway?!
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Y’all know what time it is. I know it’s past April fools day but I’ll be damned if I don’t write some for it. And knowing my sleep deprived Marichat obsessed ass, you know it’s gonna be Marichat.
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It was April fools day, and everyone knew it was Chat Noir’s favourite. Well they didn’t know for sure but he seemed to be out and about more than usual every year on April first. And nobody was complaining. His practical jokes were always light hearted and fun, purrhaps if he did this everyday, no one would be akumatized. The streets where each prank took place was filled with laughter and excitement at seeing the hero in person. He was happier too, seeing everyone smile and hearing them laugh was his favourite part of the day.
Unfurrtuately Adrien was scheduled to have a photo shoot that same day, and in an act of rebellion, decided to prank his father by hiding from him all day and occasionally he detransformed and took pictures of himself in different locations before retransforming and taking off again. He would scroll through the comments on each post and he his school friends cheering him on. He just hoped that Gabriel didn’t punish him too harshly for this, then again he wouldn’t let that stop him from living normally. What was he gonna do anyway, take his miraculous? If a super villain whose been hunting it down for 4 years can’t take it, there’s no way his father could.
For his final act of the day he had something special planned. It had been set up, waiting for them all day. He just had to go pick her up in the most Foolish way possible. And what’s more foolish than a clown costume? Nothing, the answer is nothing. So dawning the oversized shoes, the baggy polka dot pants, the large white collar, and the red wig. He set off to François DuPont Highschool.
She was at the front entrance, talking to Alya. Neither of them were wearing their usual outfits though and their hair was soaked. Kim had mentioned something about water balloon so he’d just assumed that was the cause. Instead Marinette wore a cute dark brown button up sundress with a pastel green dress shirt underneath. Accompanied by some simple platform boots. Her wet hair fell into light curls that brushed her shoulders when she laughed. He guessed that she’d caught word of Kim’s endeavours and brought a change of clothes, or maybe she brought them just in case.
Puffing up his chest and holding his head high, he waddled over in his giant red shoes that squeaked with each step. Did he almost trip and fall, yes a few times. Did he adopt a wider stance as a result, yes, yes he did. By the time he’d gotten to Marinette he was the same height as her while he scuttled like a crab behind her. Alya had taken notice a long time ago and struggled to stifle her laugh, she knew he wanted it to be a surprise and oh boy was it. He pulled a little horn out of his pocket, the ones with the rubber ball end that you have to squeeze to get the sound out. He pinched it and she flew into the air and nearly tripped on his shoes but he caught her before she could hit the ground. Alya burst out laughing, nearly falling to the ground. “Oh my god,” she said between cackles. “That was amazing.” Marinette started laughing too, “Chat you scared me.” She giggled. Step one complete, onto step two.
He took a few steps back, each squeak of his shoes making the girls laugh louder. It took Marinette a minute to compose herself when she turned to face him. He took a pink rose out of his belt and held it out to Marinette in a bow. A few gasps were heard from the top of the staircase as more students came out only to witness a cat clown giving a pretty girl a rose. She took it carefully and inspected it from a distance before deciding that there was nothing tricky about it. He pointed to it and she spun it around in her hands a few times before finding what he wanted her to find. Written on the outside petals was a message for her, only two words. “Brace yourself?” She read aloud before he slung her over his shoulder (ensuring that she skirt was covering her of course) and ran off with her. The red wig flying off his head. In their journey he spotted a very angry Lila Rossi, what a lovely bonus.
“Chat! Hey put me down!” Marinette laughed over his shoulder. Before they really got moving she’d propped herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck so that she wasn’t completely slung over his shoulder. Which he was glad for, he didn’t want her to get dizzy, just wanted to take her on a fun run across the roof tops of Paris. Of course there was a destination though, and it was waiting just across the street. In one final leap, they’d arrived at Le Pont des Art with its many lockets reflecting the sunlight. Reached up and grabbed her waist with both hands before lowering her to the ground.
“And what are we doing here?” She asked crossing her arms. “I thought we could go for a little, catwalk. See that we can find in the lockets.” He pointed. ‘Please take the hint’ he thought, and thankfully she did. “What did you hide here kitty?” She teased before turning towards the fence. “You’ll see, but if you want to find it, I’d suggest looking in the section.” He gestured to a square section of locks while she turned to look through them. Occasionally she would hold one that had familiar names on them. Exclaiming, “Hey I know them! They live across the street.” or something along those lines. Until her eyes fell on the lock he was waiting for. It was the only one that was unlocked on the bridge. “Maman et Papa’s lock.” She said. She tentatively cradled the lock in her hands before running her thumb across the initials engrave into it. “Hey wait, why isn’t it locked?” In her realization she turned around and glared at Chat, he was in the middle of taking off the baggy pants and he froze, holding his hands up in surrender. “They said it was ok, you know since they’re taking all the locks off anyways.” She didn’t seem convinced. “They asked if we could take it back home to them and besides, I only broken the lock mechanism.” Her gaze softened and she unhooked to lock from the fence. Keeping her eyes fixed on it, she walked over to Chat and sat beside him on the bench. “How did you find it? There’s hundreds of locks on the bridge.” “Simple, they showed me.” He explained. “They still knew where it was?” She asked, he wasn’t sure how they remembered either honestly, but “I have a feeling that, they put it on the fence on a special day. Maybe they even came back to see it a few times.” She let out a small gasp beside him as she rubbed her finger along the back of the metal. She turned it over only to find a small “MDC” craved on the back. “I guess we know when the put it on the fence then.” He couldn’t see her face, but he felt her smiling, and when she turned her head towards him, the purest light danced in her eyes. He smiled at her and he smiled back.
“Now then, I do have a lock if you want to use it.” He stated as he rummaged in his pocket. “Wait really?” She perked up, looking around to the hand in his pocket, watching as her pulled out a silver locket with an engraved design of vines swirling around the edge. “Oh wow Chat it’s beautiful.” She said reaching out for it, but before she could grab it he pulled his hand back out of her reach. “Ah ah purrincess, you can’t look at anymore than this until Hawkmoth is defeated.” He told her. “Oh? And why is that?” He put the lock back into his pocket before crossing his arms. “Because it has my real first initial on it.” He stated simply. “Chat! Your superhero name would have been fine.” She lightly smacked his arm with the back of her hand. “Yeah but I wanted it to be more official, you know?” Her face turned pink, very reminiscent of her bedroom walls. “Official as in, what I think it is?” He laughed, was she really embarrassed about that? “Well not all the people that come here put locks on are a couple Marinette,” Chat turned to look out at the sun. “I’ve seen a mother a son come to put a lock on here once. They were laughing to themselves. The mom put the lock on while her kid twisted the key to lock it, then she picked him up and he threw it in the seine.” He smiled. “Do, do you know which one it was?” He looked down at Marinette, she looked so cute when she was curious. He took her hand and walked with her a little ways across before stopping and grabbing a locket in his hand. “G, E, and A Agreste. Chat I know them! That’s Adrien and his parents! Oh do you think Adrien would want his locket too?” He blinked, he hadn’t thought about it. Did he want to keep the locket? What would his father do if he found out he had it. He clearly wasn’t over Emilie, despite it being year 4 of her disappearance. “I don’t know Marinette, he might? Why don’t you try giving it to him at school tomorrow.” ‘That way I can decide if I want it or not’ he thought. “Oh but what if he thinks I’m weird, or a stalker?” He looked at her and half smirked half laughed “Why would that make him think you were a stalker?” She crossed her arms and pouted “Well me just happening to find his locket on a bridge that no one else knows about might seem a little stalkerish.” He laughed “Ok first of all, I don’t think ‘stalkerish’ is a word. Second, I don’t think he would think that of you. I mean, you’ve found a bunch of locks today. Plus, I do have fans and they happen to be amazing photographers.” She perked up, “What? Who? Where?” “Uh behind you?” He used his finger to turn her head towards a little boy with a Polaroid camera. He blushed as a picture came out the top. Marinette approached him. “Did you want a photo with Chat? I can take the picture.” He nodded and Marinette held out her hand. After giving her the camera, he walked over to Chat and he was lifted onto the hero’s shoulders. There was a little click before the picture came up. The boy hopped down and shook the picture until the image of him and Chat smiling brightly came through the plastic.
“Hey big guy,” Chat turned to him, “Mind if me and this lovely lady get a photo together while your here?” He kid nodded before holding up the camera. Getting a request from a superhero seemed to have made him so excited that he was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Marinette and Chat stepped back to get in frame and without giving her a warning, he scooped her up bridal style causing her to laugh. “Big smiles for the camera princess.” And click, the picture was taken. The boy shook the picture proudly, jumping up and down. So a quiet boy, he sure did have a lot of energy. Out of nowhere a woman came running towards the three and bent down to him. She spoke to him using sign language. ‘Oh shit was this kid deaf, had he understood a word I had said?’ The boy seemed to sense Chat’s confusion. “D-d-ont worry-y. I-I-I un-n-nderstood-d.” He said through a stammer. ‘Oh I see, some people just have an easier time speaking in ASL.’ “Oh sweet, and don’t worry,” he cut himself off, he then signed “I know sign language too.” The boy did a cute little wiggle of excitement before he hoped onto his mother’s shoulders. She stood and signed “Thank you for taking care of my son, he’s a big fan of yours.” He signed back “It was no problem, we had a little photoshoot together. Look.” He held out the pictures to her. She smiled before taking the ones of him and her son, and walking away with the big guys waving at them.
“So kitty,” Marinette piped up, “there was a rolled up paper in the lock.” He turned to her and crossed his arms. “And what does the lock say?” “I think it wants us to go to the Louvre.” She stated. “Well then purrincess,” He said, holding out his hand. “Close your eyes and hold on tight, ok?” He instructed before she was scooped up in his arms and carried towards their next destination.
This is not the end of the story! I still have more I want to write on it. But for one, It’s 3:37 am and I need my beauty sleep and two, this is already longer than what I normally write so I will be writing a second “chapter” soon. I’ll try to have it out by like, Wednesday. I’ll even figure out how to add a link to it. So stay tuned!
#marichat#miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous marinette#miraculous ladybug#cat noir#ladybug and chat noir
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Chrissy And All Of Her Glorious Titles Have Spoken
A/N: Sequel to "Bears, Eat Your Heart Out, Chrissy, The Baby Girl with Many Glorious Titles Is Trying To Arrive. Apparently, So Is Everyone Else.
"Lights! Sound! Costumes! Make-up! Camera! Action!" Chrissy with all of her glorious titles spoke with her distinct English voice.
The cameras turned on to reveal seven speakers sitting at the purple Planetary Broadcasting Corporation's newsdesk sitting seven inches apart wearing seven different colors, seven different style shirts, and seven different collars having seven different personalities and representing seven different cities.
Blinky blinked seven times and wore a light teal long-sleeved button-down shirt with a gold chain collar. He wore round-framed glasses. He represented Ocala, Florgia, United Emirates of Chinta.
Count Vanilla growled 63 times and wore an off-white polo shirt with a pocket on the left side of his chest with a silver chain around his neck. He wore square-framed glasses. He represented The Fountain of Youth City of Georgia.
Banana Ice rolled his eyes fully in the back of his head before he spoke, "I'm Banana Ice, the submissive husband of Abigail Ice and son of Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, the beautiful lady sitting next to me. I'm truly honored to be next to her and in front of you broadcasting, and... translating Count Vanilla's growls that translate Blinky's blinks. My mother will speak French." He removed his lip piercings to make it easier for us to understand him. He still had that same mohawk and wore the same black collar with the bananas hanging off of it, a sleek black long-sleeved button-down shirt with a banana yellow collar. He represented Graytown, Georgia, United States of America that is still America.
"WHAT?! YOU'RE MARRIED TO MY DAUGHTER?!" Bruce Ice shouted as he turned toward Banana Ice. "Nobody fuckin' informed me!" He was wearing a silver and blue tye dye blazer with a white button-down shirt, a pale blue tie, and a thick gold chain down his neck. He represented Athenia, Glorgia, United Emirates of Chinta.
"Oh yeah. That's going to be discussed in a later broadcast," Banana Ice said as he looked at Bruce Ice.
"Well, we should have prepared that AHEAD of time! How the hell am I going to concentrate? I have questions goddammit!" Bruce Ice shouted as he hammer fisted the desk with his right paw.
"Ay, merci, Bruce Ice, ay. Some of us would like to introduce ourselves. You sort of cut me off, as you say. Do you mind?!" Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas asked in her heavy French accent as she narrowed her brownish hazel eyes that had heavy mascara on the lashes at him. When wasn't that woman picture-perfect? She wore a pure white pearl necklace, a blue blouse with brownish gold speckles on it, and her sapphire wedding ring on the ring finger of her left paw. Her fur was brushed to perfection. She represented France.
"ABSOLUTELY! BUT THE SHOW MUST GO ON! Back to you, Gloria Balalalala-lalalalalas," Bruce Ice tried to say.
"Lala lala lala lalalas," Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas corrected him. "Ay. You English-speaking bears drive me crazy, I swear. But yes, I am Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, wife of Skipper Balalalalalalalalalas and mother of Francesca Asiago Cheese, Victoria Filetmignon, and... Banana Ice? When did my son change his name to that monstrosity? This is news to me, Banana Ice," she said as she yanked a few of his ear rings with her right paw and stared at the camera.
"Yeeeeeooooooooow! That's in a later story as well, Mother Dearest," Banana Ice said as he winced in pain. "Ooooowwwww!!!" He gently rubbed his left paw to gently ease her paw off of his ear.
"THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DISCUSSED AHEAD OF TIME!" Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas and Bruce Ice yelled as they stared daggers at Banana Ice.
"Sorry! We didn't have time until now! I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Banana Ice said to them with wide eyes before he turned back to the camera. "Besides, there are much more pressing matters to discuss than my existence right now."
"Very true," Bruce Ice said before he cleared his throat. "Hello, PBC viewers, I am Bruce Ice, husband of Megara Ice, daughter of Abigail Ice and three other female cubs that shall not be named because they are minors. This is a no-minor broadcast!"
Blinky, Count Vanilla, Banana Ice, Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets, and a new golden bear named Penn made growls and nods of agreement.
"I COULD NOT AGREE MORE! NO MINORS SHALL EVER PARTICIPATE IN THE PLANETARY BROADCASTING CORPORATION NEWS REPORTS EVER. IT WILL BE RARE THAT THEY ARE EVEN FEATURED, MUCH LESS TELLING NEWS ON THIS ESTEEMED NETWORK. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I FINALLY GET TO SAY MY PEACE. It only took a DAY. The hell is wrong with this planet?! I'm Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets formerly known as Prince. Ahahahaha! No really. "Purple Rain" was my song. Some asshole from America stole my song. Bastard." Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets was wearing only a black tie and a black spiked color. He represented the Greek region of Hades.
Blinky, Count Vanilla, Banana Ice, Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, Bruce Ice, Penn, Chrissy, and all of her glorious titles chuckled.
"Ahem. I was formerly known as Prince Oliver, Werewolf of London, but as you all know, if you watch this network AT ALL, London is literally burning in Hell right now. That's why a bunch of my crew and I, no seriously, I stuffed over 10,000 of us on that spaceship. When we all exited the ship, it looked like a multitude of clowns coming out of a car. It was RIDICULOUS!" His greenish gray eyes and mouth were wide as he spoke.
"I can vogue for that," Chrissy, babybaby said on a separate green screen as she wore a black and white maid outfit, a black collar with a gold bell in the front, black fishnet stockings, and black high heels. Her black and gray fur was brushed perfectly.
The green screen showed the footage of her, 44 wolf puppies, Master wearing a black and silver fox fur, EliEli: Mistress of the United Planets, Catman, Stan Doe, the entire cast of the PeeWee Herman show, 300 assorted cats, 400 dalmatians, 500 other assorted dogs, 600 goats, 700 sheep, the Chinaman from the pranking soundboard, the Vietman from the pranking soundboard, an android popularly known as Mark Fuckerberg, Max Headroom, 209 fat bears of all colors, and countless clowns, including Ronald McDonald and Pennywise the Dancing Clown, burst from that ship. How did they fit?
"Excuse me. I normally wear a black wig to further accentuate my head, but it's entirely too fucking hot on this planet for that shit right now. Summer everywhere in the last few galaxies has been ABSOLUTELY BARBARIC!" Chrissy, babydoll with all glorious titles spoke as she stared directly at the camera with her kaleidoscopic greenish yellowish hazel eyes.
Blinky, Count Vanilla, Banana Ice, Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, Bruce Ice, and Penn laughed and nodded with agreement.
"Hahahahahaha!!!! All right. Hello Everybody, as if the news isn't crazy enough without the first bit of news we heard today, I'm Penn with Off Grid Desert Farming with Penn and Alexia doing a GUEST appearance on the Planetary Broadcasting Corporation news network to explain what is actually going on behind the jab, mandates, checkpoints, and why these space ass... aliens are pushing it so hard among all the planets," Penn spoke with his southern accent. He was a golden bear with serious blue eyes. His fur was brushed perfectly as well. He looked to be the same age as Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, but in reality, she was much older. (She looked much younger than she was and gave that trait to all of her children.) He was wearing a navy blue shirt and his platinum wedding ring.
Penn continued to speak, "Sorry about delaying our news report on August 11, 2021 until now. The powers that be were downloading contact-tracing software to everyone's electrical devices. They are used to track and control jabbed people. They are also used as weapons against you if they decide to make it self-destruct in T minus five seconds. The jabbed are automatically being downloaded into. The patent number that has been downloaded into their brains is 060606. The jabbed are now (encrypted voice done by Chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying Five GEEGEEGEE) repeater towers. They are the temples made without hands. But SO ARE YOU. The Creator made the unjabbed without hands. More news will come on this topic. Please watch my news broadcasts on the 900 Club, Stumble.cahm, BiteChew.cahm, and Facefail.cahm. Thank you for listening."
"Yes. Thank you for sharing, Penn. Finally, some useful stuff this morning," Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets.
Blinky blinked. Count Vanilla growled Penn's message in his own words and spoke Penn's references verbatim in bear growl language to the bears.
"You have the choice on which side you take. I, personally, like to watch sports for hours, sing the American National Anthem, drive Captain America's speedboat, fly in my Batbearmobile, read books about everything including religious texts... from all sides. I personally like to debunk the arguments of all pastors on TV.... except Penn. Penn is solid. He is speaking correctly on the Federal Emergency Medical Assimilations news and what they are doing to us PATRIOTS!" Banana Ice grabbed the desk tightly with his paws and leaned forward for a moment before he sat back down and began to speak calmly. "Also, Austria Australia have cracked down on the unjabbed and stripping their rights away as they speak."
Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas translated Banana Ice's message in French. She added more, and Bruce and Banana Ice worked together to translate her message.
"In France, they are looking for the unjabbed and are trying to silence them with blowdarts," Bruce Ice said.
"League of Legends is a true story. Teemo, Trastana, and Lala are among us. They are shooting the (encrypted voice done by Chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying PLAGUE MEDICINE) and I mean that in the most sarcastic way. They are inhuman. They are (encrypted voice done by Chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying Communal Toilets)," Banana Ice said.
"No one wants to hear the Truth," Penn said. "People are talking about the CDPCP Captain Planet American shielding that separates the jabbed from the unjabbed. They're real. They're coming and coming fast! This is not a joke. This is real. I repeat. This is real. Banana Ice said correctly that Austria Australia has started to crack down on us unjabbed. They have come door-to-door asking for papers just like the Germans did to the (encrypted voice by Chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying JuJubes) back in the 1940s on Earth and God Knows Where Else. Then if you don't have papers, they take you away to some throwaway galaxy where no one can find you."
"IT'S UNAMERICAN! IT'S UNCONSTITUTIONAL! PATRIOTS MUST RESIST!" Blinky, Count Vanilla, Banana Ice, and Bruce Ice shouted.
Bears shouted in the background.
Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas spoke wildly in French. She spoke in English. "I'm just a messenger! I did not write these news!"
Penn spoke, "Read John 3:16. Read Psalm 91! That's what will save you! Stay strong. Do not get jabbed. Humble yourself. You know better than to take the (encrypted voice done by Chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying PLAGUE MEDICINE)! Amen!"
The screen switched to Chrissy and her glorious titles. A screen was scrolling with her titles. "Thank you, Penn, Banana and Bruce Ice, Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas, whoa! That name should be a title! Count Vanilla, Blinky, and last but not least, Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets for your news today. More will come after this short break."
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A video of Chrissy, her glorious titles, and her 46 wolf pups playing played for five minutes as an intermission. It was still entirely too fucking hot for her to wear the wig.
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The camera then showed Chrissy, submissively and dutifully our reporter standing in front of a photo of Mars still without her wig.
"Hello Everybody, as I am forced to say on every broadcast in case you aren't informed, I'm Chrissy, babybaby, baby baby hit me baby one more time, not Aguilera. Ugh. My glorious title changes every minute, I swear. My Dom is a cruel jokester. But," Chrissy.... spoke before she started. "Let us get on with our next broadcast. Jaybird, a floating head on Mars-"
Banana Ice was beginning to crack up. Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas elbowed him hard with her right elbow.
"Ahem, yes," Chrissy, babybaby space reporter on live television said before she was trying not to laugh. "Jayhead from Mars would like to tell us about a new and upcoming screenplay author who is a lot like me, not he or it but maybe something in between. Jayhead! Excuse me Jaybird, how are you doing?"
Jaybird's bald floating face with thin brown eyebrows, hazel eyes, a distinct nose, and small lips was staring at us in front of a giant intergalactic "solar system" green screen. "I'm great. Thank you, Chrissy-," Jaybird said with a Cleveland, Ohio accent.
At this point, Bruce Ice busted up laughing. Banana Ice had completely lost it and started to hyperventilate while laughing. He was falling out of his chair. Count Vanilla stared at the camera and looked disturbed. Blinky looked confused and wanted to know what happened to the rest of Jaybird's body. Penn was smiling and suppressing laughter.
"Excuse me. What's so funny? I haven't even told the story yet," Jaybird asked.
Chrissy, baby master of laughter suppression said with a grin, "Excuse me, Banana and Bruce Ice! Do you MIND? Some of us..." she said as she involuntarily giggled. "Would like to hear the news today. Could you please be quiet?"
Banana Ice was rolling on the floor while his chest heaved as he laughed. He was wearing black dress pants and those godawful ridiculous banana rocket shoes. It's dangerous to only spend a minute shopping for new shoes. The shoes were firing off and making him scoot across the floor. Bruce Ice was falling out of his chair laughing. Penn was throwing his head back and laughing. Blinky and Count Vanilla were laughing hysterically as they watched Banana Ice jet across the floor as he laughed. Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets was laughing sheerly out of disbelief.
Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas was trying to talk over the laughter. "This is why you don't wear rocket shoes in a news broadcast. What a mockery of news journalism. Or was that his point?" Even she was trying not to laugh.
"I have no idea," Chrissy, baby giggles said as she was giggling. "I think that clip's going viral."
Jaybird's floating head was hysterically laughing. "Wow! That's the embodiment of space right there! Sci-Fi, eat your heart out. And here I thought robots writing movie scripts was hilarious. Shoot, the best form of entertainment is buying your children rocket shoes and making them laugh hysterically to see what happens."
Chrissy, baby mama giggles stickles crackalacka cracked up. "Yes. Wolf pups with rocket shoes flying around would be something," she said with more laughter. "Whoever he bought those shoes from is going to have a massive increase in sales."
Banana Ice was trying to calm down and turn his shoes off. "Sorry! I just don't understand what's going on right now."
"Does anybody?" Chrissy, babybaby with more questions than answers asked.
"I doubt it, but this upcoming AI script-" Jaybird was trying to say before he was rudely interrupted by Banana Ice's continued laughter and scooting across the floor with rocket shoes.
Seriously, why the fuck did he buy those?
"I need to mute that screen. I can't report like this," Chrissy baby drama queen said as she walked off the set for a second. "Zachary Girrafinakis, mute screen 1 please!"
Zachary Giraffinakis, my newly hired slave who happened to be good at working cameras, looked exactly like the American actor Zach Gallifinakis. But he was behind the scenes and was born and raised on the Green Planet. We really do live in an alternate reality. I allowed Chrissy, babywolfgirl bitch mama news reporter with 46 hungry pups to borrow him for this breaking news report. Zachary Giraffinakis kindly muted the screen.
But Banana Ice was mute laughing and trying to shut off his shoes with not much success. Bruce Ice was beating the desk and heaving with mute laughter. Blinky was crying as he blink-laughed. Count Vanilla was mute growling and mute laughing. Penn was wiping his eyes while mute laughing.
Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas was mute speaking. The closed caption said, "You have to excuse my son. His brain is malfunctioning. I don't know why it happened. He got that faulty brain mechanic from his papa."
Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets was mute laughing and wiping his eyes with his tie.
"Thank you, Zachary Giraffinakis, now we can continue this news broadcast. I'm telling you. Today's broadcast alone has been one big news blooper. It goes to show that the events of the multiverse truly have begun to mock the multiverse itself. Perplexing," Chrissy, amused babygirl newscaster spoke.
"Yes. Truly. And the AI movie script writer actually touches on that," Jaybird said with a chuckle. "Excuse me. I'm still trying to get over a ridiculous-looking bear scooting... hahaha across the floor with rocket shoes. I mean, who wears rocket shoes to a press conference? That's a great screenplay idea for the AI script writer! Haha! I have no idea if he wrote one like that yet."
"No idea," Chrissy, babygirl Wolf Mama still in disbelief said. "I don't think I'm ever going to get over this traumatic experience." She was giggling.
"Me neither. Someone has GOT to make a Sci-Fi movie with malfunctioning rocket shoes during a news broadcast. If you're watching this Bouregard, you need to calibrate the transcripts from this broadcast and MAKE THAT INTO A MOVIE!" Jaybird said with laughter.
"How would he do that?" Chrissy, perplexed babywolfmama asked.
"Well, it all started with Ross Godwing, who collaborated with Oscar the Grouch to come up with this Artifical Intelligence Unit, sort of like Spock from Star Trek, that could write scripts using an algorithm that pools lines from all Sci-Fi scripts that have ever even been thought of. One day, they sat near a computer, the AI unit was computing a script by putting its head through the computer screen. After about five minutes, the AI unit took its head out of the screen and spat out a script for an hour and a half long Sci-Fi movie. The movie was called Moonfall," Jaybird answered.
The screen then showed a poster with a space background with a large white moon in the center and rainbow-colored 1960s style font saying "Moonfall." Two brown bears were on either side of a small female red bear. They all wore white space helmets and gray spacesuits.
"Moonfall is about a... very strange space station that has three bears in it who are trying to survive. They are in a disjointed love triangle. The first male bear is named B, and he has green eyes that are crossed the whole time. He is the leader of the group. The female bear is named X, and she has gray dead eyes. She spends all of her title in front of a computer that talks to her in gibberish. The other male bear is slightly smaller and is named Ib, and his eyes are all black. He speaks mostly in gibberish. His favorite line is 'I want to stick my head in a telephone socket.'," Jaybird continued.
Chrissy, curious babywolfmama, nodded and spoke, "That sounds advanced for an AI unit. And that is very eye-opening to see the result of years of Sci-Fi script writing. And a lot of the best stuff comes from 60 years ago. I'll be daaaamned."
"Yes. When the Sesame street crew got together and read the script, they pissed themselves laughing," Jaybird said.
"I can imagine. Would you like to play some clips from the movie?" Chrissy, curious babywolfmamallama asked.
"Why sure!" Jaybird said before he spat out some film.
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Moonfall (2021), Act 2 - Holy TIHS, bro!!!!
Some Sci-Fi rap music was playing in the background, and the main computer was spitting out lyrics.
"I don't give a fuck. I'm rich, bitch.
Three pods and a ship. I'm rich bitch.
Hit the bar and blow it up. I'm slick, bitch.
I don't give a fuck."
Then the song "Intergalactic Fanatic Scholastic" by Peter Whitey Parker and the Floating Clowns started to play. (It sounds like "Intergalactic" by Beastie Boys.)
While the computer spit out these lyrics,
"Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic
Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic
A new born dimension, a new born dimension
A new born dimension, a new born dimension
A new born dimension, a new born dimension
A new born dimension, a new born dimension
A new born dimension, a new born dimension
A new born dimension"
"COMMA!" B shouted in a high-pitched nasally voice.
B and Ib started to dance wildly while shaking their fat bear asses on camera. B kept sticking his tongue in and out and poking himself in the stomach. There was text above B's head that said, "Yes. These are stage directions. I told this mother f%$#^@ to do it."
Ib started shaking wildly and yelled in a deep baritone voice similar to yoitssteve on Twitch.TV, "Radio Mania! Radio Mania!"
Then the computer imitated Peter Whitey Parker's voice verbatim. It sang while it showed Peter's face on the screen.
"Don't you tell me now to well smile
I'll make you stick it around worth your while
Beyond my numbers what you can dial
It's because maybe we're so versatile
Style, profile, I say
It back brings always me when I hear, "ooh, child!"
From Savannah River out to the Nile
I grind the marathon to the very last mile
Well, if you fondle me I feel reviled
People always sayin' my body is wild
Got you gall, got you guile
Walk with me I'm a grape-o-phile."
Clowns, Ib, B, X, and Peter danced.
Then the signal got interrupted.
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"Whoa! What the hell?!" Jaybird shouted.
"The transmission's been interrupted. What in the world is going on?!" Babywolfgirl Chrissy asked dramatically.
Banana Ice was mute-screaming. Count Vanilla was straightening his fur rapidly. Blinky was squirting eyedrops in his eyes. Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas was quickly redoing her make-up. Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets was gulping and staring at the camera as though he had seen a ghost. Penn was reading the King James Version of the Bible.
And Bruce Ice was mute-speaking and smiling. His closed caption said, "Thank Whoever interrupted that transmission. That was the worst movie I ever had the displeasure of seeing in my life."
Master then appeared on a screen by himself. He was dressed to the nines in fox furs and wolf tails. His aquamarine eyes, strong nose, full lips, and strong chin showed through his layers. Then he spoke in his deep voice, "Excuse the interruption, Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles. If I didn't know better, I would ask if you were a switch instead. But my point is, I need to announce that the Florida News Agency is no longer trendy."
"You are absolutely correct, Master. Thank you for the interruption," Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles said. "I'm as submissive as it gets, Master. I guarantee you that."
"I am well aware. Also, a fur gathering is occurring tomorrow at midnight. Be there, or be the Florida News Agency!" Master said with a chuckle.
Bruce Ice nodded, mute-laughed, and mute-spoke. His closed caption was, "Will do. I have thousands of dollars worth of furs to present at the event."
"Zachary Giraffinakis, please unmute that screen," Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles said.
"Yes ma'am," he said as he unmuted the screen.
"Only thousands, Bruce Ice? Really? I have like a whole case worth of furs. I have spent tens of thousands on furs. You don't know brown bear privilege," Banana Ice said.
"He is correct. Banana Ice... I can't with this *ridiculous* name, my dear son, is the most entitled, spoiled, and submissive subby cubby in every galaxy. I'm his mother. I can vogue for that, but as I'm saying this, I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed," Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas spoke as she visibly shrugged.
Blinky, Count Vanilla, and Banana Ice shrugged. Bruce Ice scratched his head and looked at her with a puzzled look.
"Definitely proud. His title should be Prince Banana Ice," Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets stated.
"Ashamed. The Lord doesn't award those who were spoiled here in this life. He values hard workers," Penn said.
"Actually. He's both," Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas said flatly to Penn.
"Can you explain that to us, please?" Penn asked. "I'm very confused right now."
"Oui. While my husband and I are extremely wealthy, we definitely trained my son to be inquisitive and read as much as possible. We also instilled the value of having a lot of physical activity through rigorous training. He also was taught to be specialized in his craft," Gloria Balalalalalalalalalas said.
Prince Banana Ice smiled at the camera.
"Someone put a crown on his head, please," Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles said.
"As a matter of fact, find a crown for Queen Gloria as well," Master spoke. "After all, a prince is not a prince without a queen."
"That is absolutely correct, Master," Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles said.
"Hold the phone. If Prince Banana Ice and Queen Gloria exist, then technically Abigail Ice should be Princess Abigail Ice, Megara Ice should be Queen Megara Ice, and I should be King Bruce Ice," King Bruce Ice said.
"THAT IS A BRILLIANT OBSERVATION," Master and Chrissy spoke at the same time.
"Everyone. Our news anchors are now all royalty. We have Squire Blinky, Count Vanilla, Prince Banana Ice, Queen Gloria, King Bruce Ice, Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets, and Pastor Penn," Chrissy, sub of many glorious titles said.
Squire Blinky smiled and blinked with excitement. Count Vanilla smiled. Prince Banana Ice smiled and blushed. Queen Gloria dramatically fanned herself with a shy smile. King Bruce Ice growled.
"Thank you, Chrissy, submissive queen of nomenclature," Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets said.
"Thank you. I appreciate your recognition of my being a pastor. I welcome the title, but I do not require to be called 'Pastor Penn.' I am forever humbled by the true royalty, my Lord Jesus Christ," Pastor Penn said.
"We have spoken! Can someone please get crowns, medals, and sashes for our anchors please?" Chrissy, sub with many glorious titles asked.
The backstage crew quickly rushed through the props.
"Thank you. And on that note, we will take a 15-minute commercial break," Chrissy, sub with many glorious titles spoke.
"Thank you. I need that in hopes of completing my broadcast," Jaybird said as his head took up the whole screen.
And Prince Banana Ice started laughing uncontrollably again over some elevator music that was playing to ease into the commercial break.
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BULLY OC MEME
[INFO]
Name: Kendra Gouache
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Lesbian
Clique: Non-clique
Personality: Sheepish, Bubbly, Clumsy, Creative
Weapon/fighting style of choice: Spray paint/Her sketchbook(but only if she needed to. she's a wuss)
[DIALOGUE]
Greetings:
-Sup, Jimmy!
-Just the person I was looking for.
-What's crack'n?
Saying Goodbye:
-I gotta go help Ms.Philips. See ya!
-Oop. Time for my afterschool lessons.
-Well,it was nice talking to ya, James.
-Gotta go. Peace
Chasing:
-Get back here, you maggot!
-Running from a girl? You coward!
-Once I catch you,your body will be outlined with chalk!
Out of breath:
-Whatever...I gotta get to class...anyway..
-If Burton did his job...I’d be able to...run faster
-Damned short legs..
-You got...lucky this time...
Walking around talking to themselfs:
-I hope I didn’t spill any paint on myself today.
-I’d rather eat painted fruit over Edna’s cooking
-I wish my cats would stop scratching me so much...
-If I were rich, I could buy all the art supplies I wanted
-I wonder if Ms. Philips needs any help today
-If all the space in my head is fills up with art ideas, I won’t have any space left for my classwork!
-Why am I always late for class?
-I need new models for my drawings
-I wonder what kind of flowers Pinky likes?
-Maybe if I stopped drawing in all my notebooks, I might actually learn something.
-Drawing hands is like teaching a dog to speak Mandarin!
-I fell 30 times today! That’s a new record!
-It’s hard to find a good model when everyone around you looks as plain as a white wall.
Conversing:
-Do you know how hard it is to be an artist with no inspirations?
-Edna puts red paint in the spaghetti sauce. I’ve seen it!
-If you were turned into a banana, would you eat yourself to survive?
-Do you have any Band-Aids? The nurse ran out.
-One time my cat ran away and when he came back, he was bigger than before! Days later, a bunch of kittens appeared, and that’s how I found out “he” was a she
-I once painted a picture of one of Ms.Philips cats, but when I showed her the painting, she started crying
-Any methods on how to get paint out of your clothes?
-Have you ever tried being a model?
-Do you know how hard it is having your uncle as your teacher at school?
-Christy told me that she used to be a princess in her past life.
-Did you notice the extra hairs in the casserole today?
-When I was 7 years old, my little sister scribbled on one of my drawings. As revenge I drew a scary face on one of her dolls
-I noticed Ms.Philips has been happier these days. Do you think she found her cat?
Conversation Response:
-That’s just horrible
-Never heard of it
-That’s interesting
-You think so?
-Well that’s one way to put it
-Seriously?
-Then what happened?
-Does she know?
-What did they say?
-That can't be right
-My thoughts exactly
-Wh- ew, gross..
-Did you get caught?
-That must’ve hurt
-Oh boy
-Say it ain’t so
-I don’t think so
-I’ve seen worst
-I’ve tried it
-Who would’ve thought
Complaining:
-Aw man, I got paint on my clothes again!
-Just great, another sketchbook ruined
-This sucks!
-So cruel!
-Why am I the unlucky one?
-Not again!
-Noooo, my camera!
-My whole life is a happy little accident
-*sniffle*T-This is the w-worst *sniffle*
-This is so lame
Unknown/Cut Dialogue:
-Jimmy, you do realize this is the girls dorm, right?
-Spray paint? Yeah, I got some extra cans you can use.
-Hey, stop that! You’re messing up my painting!
Starting fight with Cliques:
[Bullies]
-At least I don’t take orders from a big dumb ogre!
-Wanna go, pepperoni face?
-Once I’m finished with you, pimples won’t be the only thing on your face!
[Preps]
-For someone’s who rich, you sure do make poor decisions!
-Would be a shame if you got red paint all over your pretty face, huh?
-Daddy won’t save you this time!
[Greasers]
-Oil goes in cars, not you’re hair, idiot!
-Wanna side of fries with that grease, oil stain?
-Get ready to kiss the floor, grease monkey!
[Nerds]
-For someone with four eyes, I’m surprised you don’t see how ugly you are!
-How about you calculate my foot up your ass!
-Why don’t you go cry to mommy, nerd!
[Jocks]
-If you stopped cuddling in the showers, you’d actually be good at football!
-Do you fight as bad as you play?
-Go back to the zoo, you pea-brained ape!
[Townies]
-Was your hairstylist a dropout too?
-You smell like trash and disappointment!
-Your chances of winning a fight is as low as your IQ!
Requesting an errand:
-Hey, could you do something for me?
-You’re not busy right?
-A little help here.
-Care to help an artist in need?
Friendly Comments:
-That shade of blue looks good on you!
-I love what you did with your hair!
-You’d be perfect for my next model!
-Woah, careful now
-No need to get aggressive
Unfriendly Comments:
-Weirdo..
-You might as well put on a clown wig because you look ridiculous!
-Can’t you go be useless somewhere else?
-Don’t you have a class to go fail?
-Hey watch it maniac!
-Your face is ruining my view
[EXTRA]
Demanding flowers:
-Good artists deserve nice gifts, don’t cha think?
-I spy, with my little eye, something I want
-I like presents that: smell good, look pretty, and can be put in a vase.
-I’m looking for pretty things to paint. Got anything?
After receiving flowers:
-Thank you for your patronage!
-Aww, and they even match the paint splatters
-Art supplies would’ve been better, but these will do
-My favorite! How’d you know?
Before kissing:
(this would never happen, but for the sake of her being a girl)
-Paint your kiss on my lips
-I never kissed anyone before. Will you be my first?
-Alright, here I go!
-Kiss me like one of your French girls
Post-kiss:
-Oh no, I got paint all on your clothes
-So, that’s what it’s like to kiss a boy
-This... is so embarrassing...
-I-I’m not blushing! Its red paint...
[PHOTO OF YOUR OC]
( i don’t have any friends to tag T-T)
#this was so hard to do#i couldn't come up with any#fighting phrases for the cliques bcuz#idk how to start fights so they're mostly insults lol#but i think i did pretty good overall#bully oc#my oc#canis canem edit#bully scholarship edition
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Would you ever chew gum after someone else already has?
noooo, yuk
Earrings or a necklace?
necklace
Have you ever wished on 11:11?
I do smth else/have different tradition
Have you ever listened to the Goo Goo Dolls?
Iris, even recently
Have you ever watched Lost?
nah
Do you have pictures of your exes?
I think I deleted them
Do you have Ozzy Osbourne on your mp3 player?
I don’t listen to him but I liked to watch Osbourne’s family tho
Do you read romance novels?
the only one I could count as a romance was Five feet apart
Did you draw pictures for your crushes in preschool?
no :o
Have you ever not asked someone out cause you were scared of rejection?
yep
Have you ever liked someone just because of their appearance?
had some crushes like this, especially celebs lol
Pink or green?
green but pink with green looks interesting
A bracelet or a ring?
depends
Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?
LOTR
By airplane or bus?
bus
What’s the last thing you binge watched?
She-ra
Do you watch youtube videos or tv shows more?
yt videos
What are you tired of right now?
everything
Have you ever gotten rid of something and then regretted it? If so, what?
several things, personal
How does your stomach feel right now?
silence before the storm?...
Do you live in an apartment that has inspections?
I don’t live in an apartment
Do you hate taking naps during the day?
yes and no
Who in your immediate family has the best natural hair?
my grandma has, she never got grey hair nor dandruff etc.
Do you know anyone who thinks they’re more talented than they are?
obvi
What is the origin of your last name?
polish?
Have you ever been inside a Victorian mansion?
I wish
What was the most boring field trip you ever went on?
hmm...
What are your favorite types of videos to watch on youtube?
music videos, thrift hauls, interiors, fashion, funny stuff...
What’s a DIY craft project you want to try?
I’m not into DIY
Are you a hoarder?
yep
Do you ever call yourself stupid in your head?
often
If you were to start a collection, what would it be?
not counting those I already have? for example - znicze
Would you ever give your daughter the middle name Marie?
I could, especially if it was a boy :P as it’s legal to call him Maria if it’s the middle name lmfao
Do you have a relationship with God?
some sort of it
Have you ever “fired” a doctor?
could say so
Who is the prettiest Asian youtuber that you can think of?
I don’t watch any Asian youtubers
What was the temperature where you live today?
less than 30 Celsius but it felt colder
Is your sleep schedule all messed up?
umm...
Did you wear green last St. Patrick’s Day?
I don’t celebrate this
Food: Are you adventurous or do you stick to what you know?
stick
Do you know both of your biological parents?
I do
When was the last time you wrote so much your finger ached?
last night
Do you store a lot of pictures you’ve taken that no one else has seen?
ppl close to me saw them
When did you first start using the internet?
regularly or very first time?
Do you prefer tents or staying in hotels?
prefer hotels
Do you have any family traditions for certain holidays? Which?
personal
Do you enjoy clowns / street performers or are they creepy to you?
some I like
Have you ever had a teacher who would just babble about nothing?
for example - we had a priest who was always talking about war times or his night dreams :D
Do you ever look at a word and think that it looks odd?
hahaha it happens
Did you ever dream about being an animal?
plenty
Which vowel occurs most in your whole name?
A
What’s your favourite colour on a dog?
dunno
Do you prefer Skirts or Dresses?
dresses, I can use them as tunics
Have you ever been told you are fake?
once :(
Can you do cartwheels?
not well
Do you like the name Sara?
no longer...
What’s your first name without an r, e, s or l?
doesn’t change
What’s your age plus two divided by 4?
7.5
Do you know someone named after a month (April, May, June)?
used to know May
Stop typing. What do you hear?
someone is mowing grass as every other day ugh...
What was the last book you read that also is a film?
Five feet apart
How often do you get a new purse or a new wallet?
whenever I feel like it but I thrift them so it’s not like I spend lots of money
What is the most money that you have ever spent on getting your nails done?
few PLN for a nail polish and done them myself lol
Does it matter to you if your girlfriend drinks?
I wouldn’t date an alcoholic, someone who is drunk a lot and then do stupid stuff, pukes, have hangovers often, spend all their money on alcohol, smells like it, gross!
Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before?
nah, just cat
If you heard your best friend’s significant other was cheating on them, would you tell them? Even if you couldn’t prove it?
I’d mention that to them
Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding?
if they want to attend...
Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again?
nope
Where did your mother and father meet for the first time?
in front of the church
Would you rather read books or magazines?
depends
Have you ever had your cheek pinched?
I hate that >.>
Do you own any plaid pants?
I have a pair of plaid leggings and pajamas
Do you talk in your sleep?
nah
Have you ever fallen off a horse?
never been on a horse to fall
Can you pick things up with your toes?
I do this often
If you are a girl, do you get bad PMS, or is it not so bad?
my PMS were usually worse than my period
Would you rather have your shirt be too long or too short?
too long
Are you the type of person who can shake insults off easily, or do they tend to stick around in your brain & bother you?
stay forever
Do you like clothes with ruffles on them?
usually not
Were you happy when you woke up today?
I wasn’t
Have you used the opposite sex’s bathroom in a public place before?
had to
Do you rent movies frequently?
I don’t have money for that
Do you quote movies or songs to answer survey questions?
very rarely as it’s annoying
What is your name spelled backwards?
Annazuz :3
How do you think the world will end?
people will destroy it?
An alien ship lands at your house, and they want you. Do you go with them?
If you were in a horror flick, would you be one of the first ones to die?
I think I would survive or die saving someone
What movie has been taken WAY too far, as far as sequels go?
most of them but it’s more shows’ thingy
Do you get a fake Christmas tree each year, or a real one?
fake, I’m against using real ones
How long would you have to know someone before tying the knot?
it’s not about length of time that much
Would you embarass yourself if you met your favorite celebrity?
probably :x
If a person had a glass eye, would that scare you?
no idea, hope not as I don’t wanna make them feel bad, sorry in advance
Are you a twin?
am not
Do you get paranoid that someone’s looking at your through your window?
my neighbor sometimes does so...
Mountains, oceans, or forests?
forests
When was the last time you “de-haired” your hairbrush?
recently?
Are any of your great grandparents still alive?
they’re all dead
Where’s your significant other?
visiting her dad
How much blankets do you sleep under?
1-2
Is a hair dryer a necessity for you?
it is
If you were atop a tall building, would you throw stuff at people below?
don’t do that!
Do you believe we really landed on the moon?
I don’t give a shit
Name a movie everyone else thought was funny, but you couldn’t stand:
majority of comedies tbh
What topping do you HATE on pizzas?
same, I’m more into simple food
Got any interesting wigs?
bunch
Can you resist temptation?
most often
Would a credit card get you into trouble?
if I lost it, I would be paranoid about it 24/7, omg I just got scared I’ve lost my ID and bus card
Truth or dare?
truth?
Which is more annoying: sequels or prequels?
*shrug*
Do you use rechargeable batteries?
when I did they were blowing up, didn’t charge back or smth like this so I prefer normal ones thank you very much
Describe the chair you’re sitting in. Is it comfy?
it's so old there’s barely anything left to sit on but I have no cash for a new one nor can get that kind of chair anywhere so... 2 pillows under my butt have to be enough
What would you do if you thought someone was following you?
try to lose them
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*claps my hands*
so you all remember the post i made about the “boyz from space” yknow??? if you dont that’s cool they dont come up like, at all in this. it’s just they’re relevant because they came from a time when i loved to make ocs and think about them and talk about them. well, guess what, the slog of breeding clown wigs has given me a lot of time to think. and guess what, I decided to take some of my old ideas and make them less awful. i dont know if I’d do anything with them. but i will share them nonetheless.
basically, it’s a story about a bunch of magical creatures who go on an adventure to stop a dark, evil force. bog standard. except almost everyone isn’t exactly protagonist material. or antagonist material. if you were to slot them into another story they’d definitely fill the quirky talking animal sidekick role. there are a grand total of 5 characters who are taller than a large soda can. In general it’s called the Spriteland Story.
The rest of the information will be under a cut!
So, basically, the protagonists are a pair of bunny-like creatures, called Pink-Bun and Blue-Bun. Pink-Bun is optimistic, loves eating, and is caring, but she’s also really stupid. Like, reaaaaaaally stupid. And she overworks herself once she’s set on a task.
Meanwhile, Blue-Bun is snarky and picks too many fights, but she has really good common sense. Her anger gets ahead of her quickly, but she’s really reliable. That’s of course assuming you can get her to help you in the first place.
Above: crude drawings of them both
The two of them live in an idyllic village along with other small creatures similar to them. There’s an owl who runs a library, a fox who is in charge of protecting town, and a frog who does some farming alongside his best friend, a snake. Pink-Bun and Blue-Bun have a very important job: protect the temple built to the goddess of light, Moonpie, who is a cow spirit. Yes, roll with it.
One day, an excessively large (actually just human-sized) humanoid spirit breaks into the temple. Pink-Bun and Blue-Bun try to stop it, but it’s too strong for them. It steals an artefact and books it. Pink-Bun takes responsibility for what has happened and takes Blue-Bun with her on a journey to get the artefact back.
Along the way, they learn that there are 3 other temples that house similar artefacts. There’s the Fire Stronghold made to honor Nyabetha the Cat, Spirit of Fire. And the Shadow Dungeon made to honor Mumford the Wolf, spirit of Darkness. And finally, the Undersea Castle made to honor Jules the Sea Dragon, spirit of Water. The evil spirit is trying to break into them all to... do something. I haven’t gotten that far yet.
There are also some other spirits that they meet along the way. For instance, Pink-Bun accidentally disturbs a settlement of these creatures that I’m going to just call Bugs for now. They’re a lot more than bugs but i can’t come up with a better name for them. Particularly, there’s Skwirt, who’s a wannabe hero.
Above: drawing of Skwirt, based a drawing my brother did of him
Pink-Bun and Blue-Bun are shrunk down and made to do some menial tasks as punishment for disturbing the Bugs, but eventually they make a deal with Skwirt. The buns have to help Skwirt take down an enemy base, and in exhange he will up-size them again and help them on their journey.
Skwirt is a very big hothead. Even angrier than Blue-Bun. But unlike Blue-Bun, he’s actually concerned about the fate of the world and stuff. I didn’t draw it, but he’s got a hammer he can change the size of at will. But he’s tinier than even the buns, being slightly larger than an ant.
there’s also Lord Metal Knife, whose name sounds too much like Meta Knight now that it’s been brought up to me. He’s one of the 5 characters who’s taller than a gallon of milk. And he’s massive even when he’s being compared to humans; about the size of 3 cars stacked on top of each other. He’s got 4 arms for holding 4 biiiig swords. and he’s a big... eh, not a robot, but something like that... yknow, made of metal. He’s kind of an eeyore-ish character who likes to talk with big words and use metaphors. And of course he loves animals, which means he wants to help the buns and skwirt out! but he’s kind of rusty in both senses of the word. so rusty, in fact, that he can’t move from where he’s standing. at all. he’s only ever able to move during the last third of the story.
some other characters to note....
There’s Scarecrow (yes, that’s his name), who is basically what you get when you stuff Puppetmon and Snufkin in a blender, visually anyway. He’s actually a human person. Well, he was. He was killed and stuffed with straw, to be used as a scarecrow. But one day a dark wizard cast a spell on him and brought him back to life. He’s the loner type who prefers to stay by himself on his parents’ old farm. And he’s also a bit stubborn. He also doesn’t have much in the way of magic powers despite being undead, technically, but what he does have is a rifle and a good aim. And, lastly, his mouth was stitched shut so the straw inside him wouldn’t fall out, so he can’t talk. Instead, he draws pictures.
And then there’s Pumpernickel, who is a plant monster with a pumpkin head! He’s not the brightest, but he will follow the orders of anyone who treats him kindly. Sadly, the “person who treats him kindly” is currently the main antagonist. Before getting mixed up in all this, he would wander around in the bog he calls home and help out anyone who was in danger.
Speaking of, the main antagonist is named Drop (...yes, lame) and he wants to collect all 4 of the things to be strong. He’s changed the most. Before reworking things he was kind of just this generic edgy villain, but now? He’s cool! Kind of. Obviously he’s evil, but most of his power comes not from being innately strong, but from making friends with a lot of powerful beings. One of the hardest things when it comes to making up stories (at least for me) is setting up conflicts, but hey, I think I did OK.
Some people are more developed than others, but hey... i like to think i did good here. Eventually I might think more about things and get more ideas, but in the meantime... *shrug...?*
#the kira-verse#(wip tag for any like... ideas that i come up with)#god. where even is the boyz from space post anymore. i lost it
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The Wacky Adventures of Seven McDonald
Here it is~ My fic for @mysmehalloweenzine They’re having their leftovers sale rn, so be sure to check it out if you missed your chance to preorder. https://mysmehalloweenzine.storenvy.com/ It’s totally worth the purchase ;)
My fic was also illustrated by the amazing @nanashiart I’m seriously blessed that she agreed to collab. Her illustrations really did bring my fic to life <3
Pairing: 707xMC
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: Spoops and elixir +_+
“Are you sure this is okay?”
Seven’s heart jumped at her whisper. He talked to her on the phone many times before, and yet, without the static filtering her voice, everything was different. The CCTV’s low quality, grainy veil was lifted, and there she was: flesh, blood, and soft warmth walking beside him through the dark and decrepit hallway.
“What do you mean? It’s a haunted house! It’s made to walk in and explore.” So why was Seven’s heart beating so fast? It wasn’t the rotting wood and peeling wallpaper along with the bevy of spider webs dangling above that put him on edge. It wasn’t the dust dancing in the ghoulish glow cast from several lanterns or the gloomy symphony of cicadas and crickets seeping in through the broken windows either. Not even the way the house groaned in agony with every footstep was the culprit.
It started when he picked her up from the apartment. For obvious reasons, he had been nominated to escort the lovely party coordinator to the RFA’s night of Halloween fun and spooks. Spooks indeed. From the moment she answered the door, his stomach twisted itself in knots.
Was his brain malfunctioning?
“Or is there haunted house etiquette I’m not aware of?” He put his hands on his hips in a dramatic stance.
“Don’t you think it’s weird there was no one to let us in? You walked in on your own.” She huffed and folded her arms with a pout. The gesture was arguably unbefitting of her princess costume, yet the frilly dress and tiara was perfect for the lovable Princess of the RFA.
Seven shrugged. “Didn’t Jumin pick out this place? He probably wanted something authentic and spoopy. OooOOOOooo~” He wiggled his yellow, gloved fingers to emphasize the spoop factor.
“. . .we could’ve waited for the others.“ Her lips twitched as she muffled a chuckle.
“What?” Seven asked with a suspicious grin.
“You! I can’t take you seriously when you’re dressed like that!” She burst into a fit of giggles. “Why Ronald McDonald of all things?”
Seven guffawed. Her laughter was too contagious. “Cause I wanted to see everyone’s reaction! You think anyone’s scared of clowns? My bet is Zen~” He adjusted his curly, red wig and tugged at his bright, yellow jumpsuit.
“Zen!?” She wheezed.
“Yep. He hates cats, so why not clowns too~?” Seven bared his teeth. “Grrrr~ Fast food clown!” The white paint on his face, red lips and nose, minus the glasses made him look completely different. The RFA wouldn’t know what hit them. “Oh! Oh! Let’s hide and scare ‘em!”
“Alright. I’ll bet you five candies Zen won’t get scared.”
“Oh, you’re on!”
Holding back laughter, they decided to hide in a bedroom. A musty, revolting odor permeated the air. Dusty debris littered the floor and bed, along with fake blood spattered everywhere, most notably on the tattered curtains.
But there was something nostalgic. . .
Seven shook those thoughts away as the two huddled near a dust coated table. A picture frame sat on top of the grime. It held a photo of a woman. Her lips were curved into a coy smile and her eyes glittered. The part that stood out the most was her long, wavy hair. Oddly, she looked similar to the princess next to him.
He was about to point that out, but stopped short when he realized how close she stood, practically pressing against him. He shifted awkwardly, but then flinched and threw his arms around the princess when something slammed, causing her to shriek.
“Whoa! A-are you okay?” His face heated when he realized she clung to him for dear life.
“Was that the door?” She gasped and let go. “Do you think that’s them?”
“Maybe,” Seven whispered, reluctantly scooting back. “Let’s wait and see.”
And wait they did.
And wait.
And wait.
But nothing happened. “Are they even here?” She murmured.
Seven was starting to wonder why everything was so quiet. Yoosung should have been screaming, while Jaehee would have been constantly checking on Zen.
“Do you want to text them?” He asked.
“Well, my phone’s been acting up, so I don’t know if there’s something wrong with it, and since someone forgot their hoodie.” She cutely huffed. “We can’t use his phone!”
“Hey. . .!” Seven tried to keep his voice down. “This is the first time I’ve been without my lucky hoodie in. . .in. . years!” He put a hand to his heart and let out an agonized sigh. He kept everything in those oversized pockets. “You should still try texting.”
“I guess.” She grabbed her phone, but froze at the sound of a deep groan.
“Why have you returnnnnned?” The lights waned and flickered with every rasping syllable.
The spooks were starting? Seven’s face lit up. Was there a hidden sound system projecting the voice?
A girlish yelp snapped him from his thoughts. “Did you grab me!?”
“Wha-? No!” Seven lifted his hands as proof.
“You’re kidding. . .” Her face paled. “S-something grabbed me! Ugh!” She shimmied past him and stormed out of the room. “I’m done with this stupid creepy house! I’m waiting for the others!” Her voice echoed along with her stomping footsteps.
“Wait!” Seven followed after, scrambling not to trip over his giant red shoes.
She rushed to the front door and yanked the handles, but it wouldn’t open. “I-it’s stuck!”
“Let me.” Seven tried, causing them to shake and rattle, but the door still wouldn’t budge. With a frustrated grunt, he kicked the wood, but still nothing. Chills ran down his spine. This wasn’t right at all.
“I-I’m calling Jumin.” She shakily tapped her phone, and Seven moved closer to hear. The monotone call tone accompanied by her frantic breathing made for a nauseating combination. Seven held his breath, until a click sounded.
“Yes, this is Jumin Han speaking.”
Never in his life had he been happier to hear that deep, robotic voice.
“J-Jumin!” She gasped, voice wavering. “ Where are you guys?”
“I could ask the same question. We just finished purchasing everyone’s admission.”
“What are you talking about!? There were no tickets or anything and now we’re stuck in here!” She replied almost hysterically.
There was a pause and static. “I don’t quite understand. Security would not have let you two in without tickets. You and Luciel are-?”
“Trapped in this crazy house!” Between her frantic words, a static white noise grew louder, overpowering Jumin’s voice.
“Where- ou- ry-“
“Jumin? Are you still there? Jumin!” She nearly sobbed.
The static-filled garble morphed into a cackle. “Sorry, Princess, but the RFA won’t be able to help you this time~” A new voice interrupted with a menacing snicker.
Seven snatched up the phone. “Hey! Who the heck are you, and how do you know about the RFA?”
“Turn around and maybe you’ll find out~” He said before hanging up.
Dread filled Seven as he looked back. A figure stepped out of the shadows, slender and clad in black. His bleached hair glowed in the moonlight like a halo, yet his green eyes were wide and demonic. A mask covered his nose and mouth, but the folds revealed a manic smile underneath. Perhaps the most striking part was the chainsaw he held. With a high pitched cackle, he revved it up.
“If you want all of your limbs intact, you’d both better come with me. Without fighting.”
They had to surrender. The man shut off the chainsaw, but carried it as he led them into a empty room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf on the far wall. He ordered them to sit.
“Did you like my surprise?” Edgy chainsaw man grabbed some rope. “You should have seen your faces~” He cooed, before cracking up. “It was great!” He started with the princess, tying her torso to the chair. “You probably had no idea I hacked your GPS, right?” He moved on to her hands, holding her wrists together before tying them. “I was hoping to get you alone, but no matter.” His hands moved with gentle and skillful care, but Seven hated the way they lingered on her waist and brushed against her skin. The man soon finished and his eyes narrowed into something dangerous as he approached Seven.
“I won’t let you stop me from taking her to Paradise, clown boy.”
Seven held his knuckles together as the rope tightened around him in hopes of being able to get loose later. Anything to make up for his failure in protecting the princess.
“You’re the one who talked in that spooky voice and locked the door?” She snapped, legs shaking.
“Huh?” Their edgy captor tilted his head to the side. “Spooky voice?”
“Yeah,” Seven said. “You were like ooooOOOoo. . .Why did you returnnn or something like thaaaaat. . .”
The man raised an eyebrow before scowling. “You’re both trying to distract me. I’m not stupid, so stop belittling me!” he hissed before digging in his pocket. In an instant, his anger switched to unhinged glee when he pulled out a piece of candy wrapped in black foil. “Trick or treat, Princess~” He unwrapped it, revealing dark chocolate coated with teal frosting. “Now be a good girl and say ‘ahh~’” He cooed, however his eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned closer and pinched the chocolate between his long fingers.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned her head away. The man didn’t give up and pushed the chocolate against her mouth. “Nnf!” She whimpered as her lips formed a thin line.
“Hmm…” The edgy man cocked his head. “Don’t be scared. Once you eat this, you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”
Seven’s stomach churned.
“Here. We can share~” The man pulled down his mask, revealing a wide smirk. With a snicker, he popped the chocolate in his mouth, holding it between his teeth. He then set a hand on the chair’s arms and the other grabbed her face.
“Hey!” Seven’s blood boiled. “Don’t touch her!”
A muffled snicker escaped the edgy man as he dug his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The corners of his lips twitched into a victorious smirk, and his eyes shut as he leaned in, bringing the chocolate to her mouth.
Nononono! With a panicked grunt, Seven wiggled and jerked, ignoring the burn of the rough braids.
“S-seh-ehn-!” she cried as the gap between her mouth and the chocolate shrank.
Seven’s struggled more as the rope loosened. A smoke bomb could distract the man, then Seven’s knife would cut the remaining ropes. His wrist ripped free! Fueled by adrenaline, he dug into his pocket and flung out-
Candy.
Just like his phone, all of his other trinkets were in his hoodie pockets.
The colorful array of sweets bounced off man’s tattooed shoulder, causing him to pause.. His eyes widened with awe, and the teal chocolate fell from his mouth just as everything went black.
“You dare taunt me with these two mennnnn?” That same voice from before wailed as a blue fireball appeared, casting a ghostly glow.
The princess screamed when her chair tipped backwards and scraped across the floor.
“No!” Seven clawed at the remaining ropes, but to avail. He was useless.
The chair slammed backwards into the bookcase and her legs flailed upwards. “H-h-help mee-ee-eee!” Her shriek came out bumpy as the bookshelf spun, pushing her to the other side with a loud slam.
“Give her back! ” Edgy chainsaw man chased after her, but crashed into the bookcase. “She’s mine!” He pounded and kicked at the wood, causing several books to fall.
The fireball vanished, leaving them shrouded in inky darkness. Seven squinted as his eyes adjusted to the blackness. The edgy man fell to his knees, fingers gripping his hair. Shallow, frantic breaths filled the air.
“Are you. . .afraid of the dark?” Seven whispered.
“No!” The man snapped. Stray strands of moonlight illuminated his pale face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. . .Sav. . .ior. . .” He babbled to himself.
“H-hey.” Seven cleared his throat. “Uh. If you untie me, then we can save her together.”
The man pulled his mask back on before narrowing his eyes. “And why shouldn’t I kill you, clown boy?”
“B-because,” Seven blurted the first thing that came to mind. “You can have all my candy. They’re all limited edition and rare. Don’t ask where I got them!” He was rambling, but needed to survive. For her sake.
The man eyed the candies on the floor. “. . .Fine.”
Chainsaw man cut Seven’s ropes and the two inspected the bookshelf. It was clearly a trapdoor they couldn’t activate. Did it only work with ghosts? “What about your chainsaw?” Seven asked.
“Good thinking, clown boy!” The man’s eyes glowed with violent glee, and with a cheerful snicker, he grabbed his chainsaw and shoved Seven out of the way before revving it. His laughter erupted into manic cackles as he cut into the wood. A cloud of sawdust filled the air while a hole formed and grew. “You messed with the wrong people, ghost!” He kicked down the rest of the wood, revealing a large room with a fireplace. There the captured princess sat, still tied to the chair, but safe.
A frustrated growl came from a willowy shadow bathed in a blue glow. The ghost. “It wasn’t enough for you to leave me for dead, but now you taunt me with these mennn?” He pointed a bony finger at Seven and the chainsaw man. “Perhaps once you suffer and die like I did, I’ll able to move on to the after lifffffe.” A humorless chuckled rumbled as he snapped his fingers. The fireplace erupted to life with an inferno of blue fire.
She gasped and flailed against the ropes when her chair scooted backwards. “No! Please!” Her scream was almost as high pitched as the scape of the chair against the wood.
“No!” Seven barreled past chainsaw man and tackled the chair away from the blazing fires. Pain shot up his knee upon landing, but he didn’t care. “Are you okay!?”
Her chest heaved and her face glistened with sweat, but she smiled and nodded.
Seven’s insides tingled with a fuzzy warmth. “It’s okay now,” he whispered. “You’re safe.” He brushed away a strand of hair from her face, but the buzz of the chainsaw interrupted him. With a wild cackle, chainsaw man swung at the ghost, but stumbled and cursed when the weapon went through the ethereal being.
“I’ve had enough of thisss!” Smoke oozed from the ghost. “If these men will interfere, then so be it!” Several floating fireballs appeared throughout the room, causing the temperature to spike and the air to distort with heat. “I’ll burn down this entire place, taking all of you with me!”
“Please don’t!” Her eyes filled with tears. “This isn’t the answer! But. . . if you want, hurt me instead, not Seven and this other guy. They did nothing wrong!”
Seven’s lungs constricted. Why was she sacrificing herself? She was so kind hearted. Not someone who would abandon anyone.
Not someone like him.
“You’ve got the wrong person!” He shouted. “Your lover left you? That wasn’t her. She’d never do that! From the moment I first met her, she’s been nothing but sweet and caring. She listens to our problems and puts up with a lot of crap like chatrooms at three in the morning! I know without a doubt she’d never abandon or betray anyone!”
Her eyes grew watery as her expression softened. “Please believe me, I’m not who you think I am, but. . .I’m so sorry that happened. No one deserves to go through the pain you did. I-I wish I could help you. . .!” Her voice cracked and her lips quivered.
There was a pause and Seven was sure they were all going to die, but then the flames dwindled one by one. “I see,” the ghost’s voice softened. “Revenge may not be the answer. It’s strange.” He lifted a hand to his chest. “I feel. . .warm? Is this what moving on feels like? I wish I had met someone like you instead of that woman. Perhaps my life would have been much longer and happier.”
Seven’s heart flip flopped.
“Thank. . .you. . .” The ghost faded, leaving the three of them in the dark silence
Not wasting another moment, Seven untied her, before helping her stand. His cheeks burst into flame when she hugged him tightly.
“Thank you so much for saving me!”
Seven returned the embrace. Why was it so hot in here? Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and he squeezed her tighter. “I-I don’t know what I would have done if something happened.”
“Seven,” she whispered as she pulled back.
He got lost in her eyes as their magnetic force tugged him closer. What was this feeling? Was this…? His lips parted and he closed his eyes.
Wailing sirens broke the spell.
Edgy chainsaw man cursed under his breath and shoved his hands into his candy filled pockets. “This is my cue to leave,” he stomped towards the nearest window. However, before he climbed out, he turned and burst into hysterical laughter. “I’ll come back and visit you soon, Princess~”
Seven joined in on the laughter. This edgy dude had a hilarious laugh. “Hey! I hope you visit me too! I’ll have more candy for you- Oh! And Honey Buddha Chips. You’ve gotta try those!”
The man jolted, then shrugged. “I guess you’d make a good Believer too, Clown Boy.” With that, he jumped out of the window as blue and red flashing lights filled the dark room.
“Guess, the cavalry came,” Seven chuckled.
She grinned and nodded. “The real question is if Jumin was the one who sent them. Wanna change our bet to that?”
“No way! I still wanna scare Zen-gwuh!” Seven sputtered in shock when she took his hand and tugged him towards the door with a sweet giggle. His pulse pounded in his ears louder than the sirens and for a split second, he thought he might faint.
“Happy Halloween, Seven~”
A/N: This was really fun to write. Honestly, it had been a lot longer, but I had to cut out several thousand words in order to fit the zine's wordcount;;; Still, I think tightening it was for the better. I also couldn't resist adding Unknown. From the moment I applied to the zine, i knew I wanted to write something with Unknown and a haunted house +_+ The elixir chocolate scene was sjfkdsjfkdsfj yum +_+
Anyways, am I the only one that remembers those old Ronald McDonald cartoons? The 90's ones? That's where I got the title from. Does anyone remember the haunted house episode? Good times lol (Seriously. Let me know if you remember it, because nobody in the zine server did sjflksfjdsjfds)
#halloween zine#halloween#spoopy#seven x mc#707 x mc#707 mysme#unknown x mc#unknown mysme#jumin han#rfa#ronald mcdonald
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