#then we see that the missiles and ‘bad guys’ do not stop just because there are children

[gay-jesus-probably]

Let me just preface this by saying everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, TOTK is a really fun game, and I'm glad that other people have been able to enjoy the story as well.

...But I'm being dead serious with my complaints about the narrative being 100% imperialist propaganda. And I'm getting really tired of people replying to those posts by saying it can't be imperialist propaganda, because imperialism is bad and the game says that Hyrule is the good guys.

Like, guys. That's not the argument you think it is. Yes, I am aware that the game tells us Ganondorf is a flat, one dimensional character with no ambitions, interests or motivations beyond destroying the entire world for the hell of it, and also it's totally not racist because he's green, not brown like literally every other member of his race. Unfortunately literally all of these things are kind of the entire goddamn problem.

See, the thing is, everyone trying to make these arguments is accepting the game at face value. Hyrule is the perfect and almighty nation chosen by the demigod Zonai, and whose royal family has the right to rule due to their divine heritage. The other races exist to serve the glory of Hyrule, and they're happy to do it. Ganondorf is pure evil and must be stopped at any costs.

But that's not how anything works. The story informing me that Hyrule is the ultimate good that has done nothing wrong is the whole goddamn reason why I don't trust Hyrule at all. There's always more of a reason than that. And the game fucking suggests there was more going on! Ganondorf mentions Rauru has repeatedly 'invited' the Gerudo to become Rauru's subjects, and let's be clear here, it doesn't matter how peaceful those 'invitations' were, when the guy who owns every single magical nuclear missile in the world repeatedly demands you surrender to him, there's always going to be an implied threat of 'do it or get magically nuked'. Just that power difference alone shows us exactly why Ganon would feel threatened enough to invade. It's because Rauru was holding a gun to his head, and Ganon was expected to just trust that he'd never pull the trigger.

And yes, even if it wasn't intentional Hyrule was always threatening to wipe out the other nations, considering the entire royal family walked around openly wearing their magical nukes as cute accessories. If they couldn't be safely hidden away, there wouldn't be four other secret stones sitting untouched in a vault until the last second.

But that's never acknowledged. Of course Hyrule is the only nation with the right to the secret stones; even if other races get to touch them, they can only have them if they swear eternal blind loyalty and servitude to the glory of King Rauru and Princess Zelda. Ganon wanting to have one magical nuclear bomb out of a stockpile of eight of them is proof that he's dangerous and evil. I mean my god, what if he just walked around all day wearing a magical nuke and using its power for his own benefit, that would be terrifying. It's only okay when Hylian royalty does it.

And you can't argue that Ganon betrayed his own people, considering we don't get to know fucking anything about his relationship with his people. He's shows as the leader of the Gerudo, we're told he's a hero to his people, he has soldiers that loyally follow him into battle... and then oh nevermind, they all hate him and will spend eternity trying to atone for sharing a race with him. How did the entire race do a complete 180 in the span of at most a few months? Who cares, what's important is that now they accept they exist to serve Hyrule so they get to be the good guys now and we don't need to know why they were following Ganondorf, or why they stopped following him.

Basically my point is that yeah, I fucking know how the game insists everything went down. That's the entire reason I think it's imperialist propaganda, because the entire story feels like Hylian propaganda to conceal and justify some horrific atrocities that caused all of this. I literally do not believe that I'm getting the story through reliable narrators, especially considering that the only people allowed to actually tell me the story are all the characters that have the most reasons to be heavily biased in favour of Hyrule.

When the game shows me protagonists that have a massive amount of power and control over the entire world, then says the bad guy doesn't like that system just because he's evil, and literally nothing and nobody in the game says anything to oppose that take, I have some questions about what the fuck the story isn't telling me. And I'd really appreciate it if people would stop trying to argue with me just by telling me to stop asking those questions.

#tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #can you tell that i'm annoyed by these people bcause i'm annoyed #...nothing personal if you are taking the story at face value btw #its just that i'm trying to dig into the story to talk about it #and it's frustrating to have people telling me i'm wrong because i'm analyzing the game #like guys... if someone doing a little bit of analysis is all it takes to dismantle the entire story #then it's not a well written story

[xxfangirl365xx]

Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy

Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.

It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.

" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined

" Why?" Jet asked

" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.

" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him

" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up

" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished

" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.

" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.

" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling

He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.

We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.

We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.

Poison sighed.

" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said

" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.

" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.

"..."

" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked

" I mean...sorta."

" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "

" Thats-"

" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.

" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.

" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.

" Thanks Kobra." He said

" Anytime. "

*STATIC*

"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out

" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.

" relax. You got this alright?" I said

" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.

I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.

" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked

" Dunno..." I responded.

*STATIC*

"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.

" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered

" Anytime." I said

He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."

Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.

" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.

I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,

Kobra Kid out

#my chemical romance #mcr #gee way #gerard way #g way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #my chemical fucking romance #danger days #the fab four #the fabulous killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #kobra kid #jet star #fun ghoul

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Walking Shell

Debut: Rayman 2: The Great Escape

Hello! This is not a pencil. I know it looks very much like one. Please try to keep pencil thoughts to yourself until the reception after the post, where we WILL be serving tiny hot dogs. If you didn't think this looked like a pencil before, I'm sorry that now you'll only be able to see a pencil. But this is a missile! Shell, like a bombshell! Get it? Yeah! Ok.

It is a very cute and lovable missile, too! This is what Mario does to us. It makes it normal for missiles and bombs and bullets to be cute. This missile even has a skull-style emblem of the Bad Guy on its back... but it has legs! It is Walking Shell, after all! And that's not even the best and most precious part...

It has a DOGHOUSE!!! What the heck! This missile is literally an animal. Someone makes little houses for these missiles to sleep in. I think they are beloved! Even if they are just sort of like guard dogs, being Enemies stationed at certain points, I love to see such in-universe appreciation for a dawdling deathtrap.

When a Walking Shell senses Rayman (I think it should have the ability to Smell), it becomes a Running Shell, and really books it with those funny little legs it has! And with every footstep a lovely tock-tock-tock sound. They're gonna getcha! Gonna getcha! Until they get tuckered out. They stop running and just stand there, bobbing up and down, like they're panting!

I'm sure you're familiar with the classic All Animals Are Dogs trope, where regardless of species, an animal in a piece of media acts like a dog instead of its actual species (unless it's a cat, I guess). And boy, does that get tiring. I love dogs! But they are the only animals that act like dogs, because they are the animals that are dogs!

Anyway, Walking Shell acts like a dog, but THIS is a missile with two legs and no other features whatsoever! It's such a novel thing to act like a dog! A real innovation in the Thing That Acts Like A Dog department! With its two legs and pointed front, I would think if anything it would act like a chicken, and "peck" the ground as an idle animation, or something. But don't worry, farmheads! Look!

After it gets tired, Rayman can mount the Walking Shell, and it will rear up and neigh like a horse! Real dogs do not become horses. Yes, I do know many animal facts, why do you ask? Walking Shell will then cheese it and run over any terrain at high speeds! Sadly, the goal of these sections is to guide it into a wall so that it will explode on impact and destroy the wall. And that's so sad!!!

Yeah, this is a missile, it's destined to explode, but they also made a point of portraying it as an animal, a creature, one that can even be befriended. It's almost like if the Yoshi Dismount Jump was necessary to end every level where Yoshi was found. I think Rayman should adopt a Walking Shell, and walk it on a leash, and literally just let it be a dog. But be careful it doesn't bump into anything too hard!

Welcome to TOY CORNER. Toys are an important part of Walking Shell's history! Rayman is, obviously, a nightmare to design toys of. You could have strings to represent his floaty hands and feet, but then he doesn't look like Rayman, he looks like Ol' Strings Fer Arms Raym'n, who is not real! So, they had to get creative. And it worked, I think! In toy form, Rayman is always accompanied by some kind of prop that his hands and feet can be directly attached to. It may limit play possibilities, but it's better than the alternative, which is nothing. I hope you are getting excited reading this tangent on a post about Rayman's funny steed...!

Here it is! Walking Shell McDonald's Toy, for you to enjoy! The legs are sort of sticking straight out, but it is still unmistakably our friend. The exhaust pipe can be turned to make it go forward and occasionally turn in circles!

Gee. What a great concept. They get to put Rayman's hands and feet somewhere secure, and we get to know there are Walking Shell toys out there! It would be great if they did this again.

Wow! They did this again! This time in plush form! Walking Shell is truly just a creature so nice you gotta make a toy of it twice. This plush fascinated me for a few reasons. First, it's from Rayman 3, and Walking Shell is only in the GBA version of that game, which is absolutely not the Main version, and yet it gets toy spotlight again (this is a good thing). Second, it is directly modeled after the McDonald's toy, with the legs in the exact same position. I am intrigued by this, like, translating a McDonald's toy into a more "real" toy, if that makes sense.

Would you let Walking Shell sniff your hand? Be careful!

#walking shell #rayman 2 the great escape #rayman 2 #rayman #rayman enemies #rayman allies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[poshpunkqueen]

I've been listening to Taylor Swift since the debut. I'm not one of those listeners that believe Taylor is a Princess, wholly innocent, 24/7 victim but at the same time I don't believe she's a Villain. She's made mistakes.

I'm not one of those listeners that has the time and immoral capacity to sit on the Internet to committ Cyber crimes nor am I willing to put my health on the line to see her live. There should be boundaries.

The transfer from Teenhood to Adulthood for Taylor...I could tell ..she's still unravelling. Its okay to be in your 30s and still finding yourself. Hopefully there is an expiry date.

I'm not trying to be funny but I believe Taylor needs therapy. There are some unresolved things: fame, dealing with the industry and the media has definitely affected her. I don't think she's quite shake off alot stuff. It's passivity with a cupcake appearance of happiness.

Her patterns and methodology when it comes to music....mmmh the adults are taking a step back and analysing 😄. Writing those songs and knowing the effects will eventually become a "Here we go again" Moment. Everyone will move on and she will remain.Therapy is needed.The pride comes before the fall.

I say this because when Tortured Poets Project was announced I was unsure about it. I've never been unsure about a Taylor album. But then again I'm aware of the Taylor Formula. Not sure if she can carry this formula into her 40s and 50s 😄 but we will see. But I listen for listening sake..I'm listening to everyone this year.

TTPD Album: I had to stop half way because its the typical Taylor album...same note 🙆🏻‍♂️ same storyline... lol no doubt she's a good songwriter. Not sure how to feel about missiles being sent to someone who struggled or struggling with Depression. NOPE.

Emotional cheating is interesting lol We had this before 👀. Alcoholism and the talks about drugs is interesting too. Blurring the lines between two men. One you barely bedded to be in this deep. This seems like a tactic for writing material. Calculated PR stunts. I said this last year...she knows what she's doing...she dated him purposely ...she knew what to expect and Matty knew what to expect ...I'm disappointed in Matty selling out ...and acting out for attention..he needs to grow up too....he knows better. He made the whole band look bad...(I'm George fan btw)

Meathead guys years ago like Travis Kelce were saying they wanted to date Taylor for fame and songs. Sadly I'm starting to see it. Travis is a big time user. However we live and learn 😆

Idk I don't get it. If people pay attention to her lyrics not just on this album but previous albums, she tells on herself alot lol. We will have this again 2026.

Being Human isn't without flaws and wrong paths but it seems people only see it with Taylor Swift. .they don't see it with others 🫡 Others would would be stamped with cancellation. The Devil.

Taylor is in her 30s and I hope she figures out what she wants personally and professionally. It doesn't make sense moving from person to person then writing these songs. This is why therapy is important.

A few weeks ago, we heard Beyoncé album and I'm not the biggest Bey fan but we heard her different layers vocally and with the blending of genres. While I'm aware Taylor isn't a vocalist...I want to hear her do other genres.

Honestly I liked Midnights and reputation better.

Here are the songs I might listen to again:

✨️ Fortnight

✨️TTPD

✨️Down Bad

✨️So Long London

✨️The Prophecy

✨️Robin

⛔️Florida...but it's meh...Florence was downplayed...similar to Snow on the Beach with Lana.

The other songs were...okay....

I support Joe. I don't think Joe deserves this...I'm not gonna defend wrong actions even if I like your songs...

TBH EVENTUALLY I WILL STOP LISTENING TO TAYLOR BECAUSE I'VE GONE BACK DEEP INTO ROCK AND OLD SKOOL MUSIC

#joe alwyn #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #swifties #toxic fandom #matty healy #the 1975

[amarriageoftrueminds]

If Endgame Steve is so out of character because he's Not Really Steve (Skrull, android copy, clone, etc) perhaps Sharon Carter in tFatWS has turned to confusing villainy for no discernable reason because she's not actually Sharon, but rather Peggy possessing her niece?

If Sharon was being possessed by Peggy they wouldn't be admitting she's a villain.

They'd be Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Waying her, giving her Sam's title, putting her in all the promo (where is Sam? who cares he's not feige's blorbo!) and inventing time travel to make sure that the most attractive Ken can date her.

(Crucially, Sharon is actually competent as a spy, and temperamentally suited to that job, which Peggy is not. So if Peggy was possessing Sharon, to us she'd appear to suddenly have picked up the idiot ball, and yet still be getting credited for showing a level of competence she does not, in fact, show.)

Also: Sharon in the MCU hasn't ever really not been a villain?

Like she wasn't included in the 'people we can trust to help bring down Nazis' group. (After being fine with dressing up as a modern version of Steve's Dead Mum to spy on/honeytrap him, which to be fair is her job but also a textbook example of why Steve doesn't date spies like Nat.)

She stayed in SHIELD even when they accused Steve of a crime she knew damn well he could not have committed, because she was right there when it happened. And she stayed in as part of the team while they were hunting Steve down and sending fighter jets and missiles and Strike teams after him.

(Contrast: Natasha did the opposite of all this. What exactly was stopping Sharon doing the right thing, too? Family Tradition?)

She only eventually did the right thing (stopping even more missiles being dropped) once Rumlow was pointing guns at actually-courageous-and-brave unarmed tech-dude's head (ed: whose name is apparently Cameron Klein!) right in front of her. And once it was spelled out (by the innocent guy she knows is innocent but didn't object to SHIELD hunting down or do anything to stop that) that millions would die if Insight launched.

But, crucially, her 'help' didn't go as far as actually killing Rumlow, which left him free to almost kill Sam (and, later, in CW) Steve -- and all those other innocent people caught in his bomb in Lagos.

(If Sharon had just done the right thing properly... That rotten apple really doesn't fall far huh...)

And then she immediately went to work for the CIA.

(Contrast: Nat who stuck by Steve, Maria who went to work for Stark).

In CACW Sharon gave Steve a headsup about Bucky's whereabouts and retrieved Steve's shield and Sam's 'bird costume' in Berlin.

...But that was only necessary because her people the CIA took that stuff in the first place. And she even argued in favour of that!

(Which as Sam said "that's cold." Also, weirdly off with Sam in that scene?? I know Carters don't waste manners on people they're not desperate to get fucked by, but still...)

Any good she did was, arguably, only possible because she had voluntarily joined the bad guys -- as a legit agent, not as a double agent -- and was still making up for the fact that she wronged Steve et al in CATWS.

Then, that awkward as hell kiss.

Like a creep, she expected a physical sexual reward from Steve for helping out (fun fact, you can see the inverted non-creepy version of this with Thor and Valkyrie in Ragnarok!)

And agreed with Steve that he took too long to deliver (late to being creeped on? having his personal space violated? Steve bb this is making me sad.)

Another bad inherited family trait I guess...

(In the original cut, Sharon & Steve had had a drink together after the funeral / right before all this went down, which adds crucial context to the moment which is sadly not canon. 😕

However... Even with that factored in: expecting a kiss from a guy you've been on a semi date-ish with, hours and hours earlier... when he clearly doesn't want to kiss now, off his own bat (clearly isn't thinking of it, and if he'd wanted to kiss her, could've done so earlier, when they were still in a romantic-ish context?) 😬

Still kinda creepy...)

So when white woman for the first time in her life encountered ✨A Consequence✨ she turned to a life of organised crime in Indonesia (...something kinda icky about that too, just me? a bit Colonialismy?) but still whined about- I dunno, having to live in a mansion?? 🤷‍♀️

So villainy doesn't seem that OOC to me.

From state-sanctioned, to outcast, back to state-sanctioned. She was briefly one of the (bad-guys-doing-human-experiments) outside the system... but now she has returned to being one of the (bad-guys-doing-human-experiments) from inside the system (more continuing the Carter family tradition). By breaking bad she's really just re-establishing her original status quo.

If anything it's unusually consistent characterisation, coming from a DisneyProduct!

(Although, to be fair, we all know they're only doing it so they can villain-turn Sharon in the comics... so that they can shove Hyacinth Bucket: Agent GropyMcNaziCollaborator in her place, since Sharon was comics-Steve's big love interest for decades; he actually ditched Peggy for her.)

ps. if this family had one good member it's because they foolishly married in.

#release the cracken #antipeggy #antisharon #anticarters #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #meta #mcu meta #antiendgame #endgame steve is a skrull #mcu #the key difference is now they're actually writing her as a villain ON PURPOSE #which is why sharon appears to have suddenly become more interesting and fleshed-out #they're still not calling her out on (continuing the family's other grand tradition) being a creep tho 😕 #sidenote: my personal fave fan theory about eg steve is that he's loki (who didn't die) #somethingsomething endgame is My Immortal/Cursed Child somethingsomething #atwell wouldn't take on a sharon role if it wouldn't involve creeping on cevans as well so... #tagging this antisharon just so sharon stans can filter it #but really I am NOT anti 'women being written doing bad things / as villains' #so long as they're actually acknowledged as bad / it's being done ~on purpose~ #remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T LIKE 🤍

[frogspawned]

this is such incredibly poor reasoning. biden is actively alienating his own party, you know, the thing he needs to have behind him to win, the people who want him to win this fucked up binary of bad options, to appeal to people who absolutely will not vote for him. who cares if they are stirred up! they don't like him anyways! they were never going to be swayed to the left, particularly in the current extremely polarized political climate in the united states. you're alienating your base for ZERO return. why are mainstream democrats always pulling this same tired routine? it has NEVER worked! you're just cutting away your own support, like some idiot sawing at his own rope while dangling over a cliff, because some of the other guy's might slip loose (spoiler they won't).

if trump wants to be the most pro-israel president in history, why are you competing with him for it? let him fucking die on that hill. your actual voters, your staff, the whole fucking world world are all BEGGING you to get off the hill.

"my opponent wants to wear the shit crown, but gosh, his followers -- who hate me viscerally and will never support me under any circumstances -- won't like it if i don't fight for the shit crown. oh well! guess i better wear it first!"

i'm already holding my fucking nose knowing i'm going to have to vote for this joke, because the alternative is the the same but worse! at least i can try to shame biden, and pressure him! we've moved the needle incrementally, and the momentum is building. too slow, but it is. the us abstained for the last UN vote for ceasefire. which is not enough, laughably paltry by any stretch, but at least it's creeping in the right direction. trump's going to continue to fund israel's war machine gleefully, with no hold's barred, if not ramp it up. he will actively enjoy any protest as red meat for his followers. because then he can whinge and posture and puff himself up. biden has an emotional attachment to the idea of israel? who gives a shit joe! maybe one should care more about the reality than the idea, and the reality is undeniable at this point. it's standing stark and naked before the world.

the reality is the united states has poured BILLIONS into a genocide machine who openly celebrates ethnic cleansing. idf soldiers put up selfies and funny tiktoks, and loot the homes of the palestinians they've slaughtered for the crime of existing on land they want. idf snipers target aid workers and doctors and children. they block food and medicine. they blow up trucks of flour. this is not speculation -- even if someone doesn't believe what their own eyes can see, every day, of the horrors pouring out of palestine, then take israel's word for it. they're proud of what their doing. they celebrate it. they snipe old women and beat old men to death, use children as bait for ambulance drivers, tear down homes and temples and mosques and centuries old olive groves then post it for their friends and family to see. they actively corroborate their own war crimes on tiktok.

but because it's easy, because the us has always done it, because it makes money for contractors and makes evangelicals giddy about the apocalypse, we'll just continue to pour anti tank rounds into their hands, missiles, drones, whatever tools they need to """mow the grass"""" in gaza. the military industrial complex has the us in an inescapable chokehold, in every facet of our lives, and god forbid we stop throwing lives and money and blood down the endless money hole. they might stop bombing people if we stop sending them bombs! and then how will israel sell that prime beach front property?

and in a decade we'll wring our hands and coo about what a tragedy it was, how sad, how inevitable, and throw up a fucking memorial in some park so we'll never forget.

#i am so angry i am so fucking angry it feels like my heart is going to tear itself out of my chest i can't fucking take this anymore FUCK #frog croaks

[plsdonttakemyname]

Hey pooks, yes you can I NEVER wrote fnfcs for Reo b4 so he might be Abit ooc and sorry if it's bad..😭

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*You're walking around the mall with Bachira and Nagi, your bestfriends, "I feel bad for leaving Reo all alone." You sighed.

Bachira immediately looks at you and said, "Now now, it's not the time to be upset!" "True, you should be enjoying yourself. Afterall, Reo is really strong, I'm sure he would be fine." Nagi also started comforting you.

"But what if Reo feels lonely and thinks I don't like him anymore or I only like him because of his money." *You started to overthink about your own lover, Reo. What if he thinks like that? What would happen next? What will he do in the future? What-*

"ALRIGHT!" Bachira hugged your shoulders, "Stop overthinking stuff, it isn't good y'know! Just like Nagi said, Reo is strong, I'm sure he can take care of himself!"

"But I want him to feel loved by me." You looked down, still feeling worry and guilty for your lover,

"What do you mean? Pretty sure he feels loved by you. Especially when you accepted his confession." Nagi tilted his head; he seemed quite confused by how you're explaining to him.

"Could you guys atleast give me any advice on how do I make Reo feel more loved" You finally decided to ask them for advices,

"Advices? As in those love advices?" Bachira joins Nagi; also tilting his head.

These two really are hopeless, but you didn't gave up!* "Well.. supposed so..?" Please be useful for once, I swear to God.

"Oh! Hmm, lemme think!" Bachira starts thinking through some thoughts, while Nagi... Well.. "I want to help. But when it comes to love, I'm not sure if I can do it, sorry." Despite looking stoic, you could feel the 'sad' aura from him,

"It is fine, at least you wanted to help." You gently smiled.

"Ah! Got one!" Seems like Bachira got something,"Maybe try..."

"Flirting?" Bachira suggested.

"Or you can buy some stuff for Him." Nagi also decided to suggest.

"Eh.." Now it is time for you to choose, flirting? I mean you can but do you have the confidence? No.

Buying a certain gift? That would be nice, IF you were rich like your lover. So, maybe, our only choice is flirting, I guess.

"Alright! It has been decided, do you need some help with finding some pick up lines?" As he patted my shoulder.

"Please do." "Alright, then! We shall GO! GO! GO!"

Bachira started pushing you. "HEY—"

Finally, you're at home.

You checked your whole surrounding; trying to find your beloved, Reo himself.

"Hey babe, I'm home" Reo turns his head to your direction with a confusing look "What happened babe, you usually don't call me any nicknames..?"

"Nothing I just missed you that's all, why?"

Reo immediately goes closer to you, and starts touching your forehead, he also checked everything. "Are you okay? You don't seem to have a fever, which is relieving. Did something happen? Did somebody do to you?" He started to look worried and panicked.

"Babe, calm down I'm perfectly fine. Can we just- cuddle?" You open your arms; offering him into a cuddle. You can feel the warm sensation going through your face.

As you were cuddling with your lover, it was all peaceful and quiet until you decide to break the silence, "Hey babe, Do you wanna know why my favorite word is Unicorn?"

"Hm~? Why's that?" He asked tiredly.

"It's because the u and I are close." Then you continue to play with your lover's hair.

Your lover laughed, "That pickup line is so cringey, this is so unlike you!" He continues to laugh even louder.

"H- Hey! I'm trying my best." You pouted.

But that doesn't mean you gave up! You decided to shoot another missile,

"Well uhmm.. what about... There's no need to use pickup lines on me. Why? Because I've already picked you up as my future husband."

"Okay- that's actually- pretty good.." You can see the redness from his face; seems like you did it! I think...?

You feel a little tired from all of that, you released a yawn. "Now, guess who's sleepy~?" Reo starts teasing you,

"Shut up..."

"Haha, okay then."

As you were drifting away to the dream world, you felt something on your forehead. Reo gave you a goodnight kiss,

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #reo x reader #reo mikage #bllk x reader #bachira meguru #nagi seishiro

[lewis-the-quack]

OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill.

More bees

@you-need-not-apply

#time to fo these randomly #stink bug tones #awoken my beloved #i am lewis

[mememanufactorum]

Things I've said to my friends out of context (July 2023 edition)

* FEEL FREE TO SHARE AS YOU PLEASE, NO CREDIT NEEDED. CHANGE PRONOUNS OR ANYTHING ELSE AS DESIRED.

Stop tiptoeing your fucking death.

I see someone else has played Project Wingman.

Get your Taco Bell orchestrion roll.

I already know the smart thing to do in this situation, but when you're both enforcing it on me like this, it makes me want to buy it out of spite.

It'll just make my bank angrier, that's all.

Don't you flimflam me here, fucker.

HOW MANY LAYERS OF NEGATIVES ARE YOU GONNA BE ON?

HEY YOU WANNA SHOOT SOME OUTER GODS?

Have we just been Mandela Effecting ourselves this entire time into thinking that [name] was ever smart?

But there's a lot of little factors that probably wouldn't end up killing things that are already basically dead.

Dogs don't tend to like fireworks.

He wanted the magic fire stick.

I have TWO legs.

Where's the part where God sends down legally distinct Godzilla?

God wants to pick a fight with the human race? We're going to shoot God.

We don't quite have the power of God and anime on our side, but we do have the power of anime and a ridiculous defense budget.

One guy manages to survive and put out his own fire by RAPIDLY SPINNING on the ground.

Sure hope he found out he can punch his own shotgun blasts.

You know the funny thing? I wasn't about to yell at [name].

Man goes "Who the hell is Story of the Year?" I felt personally attacked.

I learned to claw and I liked it.

Just don't stare at the mirror, that way you don't have to worry about the mirror demons.

Whatever you do, don't look up Tallgeese Flugel.

Everything exists so [name] and [name] can slam and jam.

So I have finally found something that made me experience cringe overload for the first time in years.

I feel like I got gut-punched.

How the fuck did you make it through 90% of this game without ever using items?

You know how my ass has consistently played Pokemon since I was a kid? Pick my starter, literally use nothing but my starter, Unga Bunga my way through 100% of the game. Wing bang boom done.

Thank God we don't actually live in Armored Core timeline shenanigans, because something like this would probably result in war crimes between corporate mercenaries using mechs.

Missile launcher: Not actually a missile launcher. Just fires non-explosive, pointy, metal rods.

I also have food, you're not so special.

It wasn't just that I walked into a web, it's that fucking spooders kept shooting webs at me.

That's super fucking rude of you.

Fuck it. Take me, YHVH.

I'll blare Ace of Spades by Motorhead the whole time while we're on the freeway and the whole trip will take less than 2 hours.

Drop the bomb on me, [name]. I'm ready.

But if the dog comes to me and refuses to leave me, I have no choice but to give the affection.

I want to go back to the times where I could shitpost openly again.

Bad cosplay. He still has two arms.

So [name] is about to get BAJA BLASTED for once.

I am not sure what to say other than the fact that this sounds like an intricately layered shitcake.

Surely you would not mix and match M&M's and Skittles together, right?

You're both fucking creatures.

You fucking nondescript entity, beyond a creature at this point.

So I reserve the right to sit back and heckle from my heckler box.

I bet you ate it like a squirrel.

#meme #meme prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #sentence starters #inbox prompts #inbox meme #ask prompts

[drunktuesdays]

i finished “ghosted” last night and was thinking about what happens after like, they finally get to touch each other, dustin probably has to do a fuckton of PT/OT, how do they navigate living together for real where they both have physical forms and i realized at least part of the answer is: dustin walks into walls. like. constantly.

re: ghosted

irl lol i love thinking about dustin forgetting how walls work and constantly stubbing his toe on shit because he forgets he's corporeal now. do you guys remember that—god, was it astolat? pru?—that fic where the team came back to earth and john sheppard was so used to atlantis seamlessly opening everything for him that he kept walking straight into closed doors? that's definitely dustin.

i too love thinking though about the first time they touched. i literally couldn't work it into the story as it came out, because i'm full allergic to writing sex after the emotional climax, and i did try to write a coda at one point because i DO have very strong opinions on how it goes down, but failed out.

i actually really really love that dustin's in for a LOT of PT. i asked a doctor friend of mine, and she was saying that dustin's probably in for a month of rehab. to me, that's very good, because i picture like...okay, so he's hanging out in a hospital room. his parents are constantly around because they're so happy and relieved he's okay. friends are coming to visit, the nursing staff comes in and out with the most perfunctory of knocks. plus—dustin's literally hooked up to a heart monitor for awhile. they're not doing any sexy stuff. but's loaded as all hell. jim takes time from work, and then works from dustin's hospital room, taking calls while ducking missiles from dustin as dustin tries to get him to quit (he will, eventually. his path is a little windier but don't worry about it—he, dustin and greg all still end up in AEW eventually.) they've kissed a little—not anything super sexy or intense but lingering little teases that get jim flushed up red real fast, and dustin's eyes dark and hungry. but then jim goes back to the empty apartment, and dustin stuck in his stupid hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines, not allowed to even go to the bathroom alone.

eventually though, eventually dustin gets released, and he can't tell his parents not to be there just because he wants to be alone with his stupid boyfriend, so he suffers their help with bad grace getting him out of the hospital and back to the apartment. and then ronda sugggests dinner, and jim (suck up) enthusiastically offers to help, and it's pretty late by the time dustin's saying "BYE MOM, SEE YOU AT CHRISTMAS" and locking the door behind them.

the rush at finally being alone, of being allowed to be alone, would be so intense that i think jim would almost start freaking out.

"We could go to bed," he says, standing there a little awkwardly.

"We're gonna," Dustin says, advancing on him.

"No, i mean," Jim says, backing up a little. "to sleep."

"I don't wanna sleep—"

"You just got home," Jim says, "and it's late."

"It's not that late."

"You must be tired—"

"Okay, coward—"

"I'm not a coward for thinking maybe—"

"Then stop backing up—"

"—you should wait a little to have your first time with a guy!"

Immediately, Dustin’s face goes from amused to outraged. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Jim says, “I just meant—”

“Just because I haven’t done it before, you don’t think I’d be good?” Dustin says. “Because I’d be good. I’m gonna be so good—”

“That’s not what I’m saying—”

“And anyway, maybe I’m not the one who should be worried.”

“Excuse me?”

Dustin gets a shit-eating smirk on his face. “I’m just saying. You're right, it's my first time with a guy, and from what I saw, my mentor might be a little boring—”

“Boring?” Jim squawks. 

“Oh yeah, Josh,” Dustin imitates in a toneless voice. “So good....” and then yelps when Jim stomps on his instep.  

“Okay that’s it,” Jim says furiously. “You wanna have sex? We’ll have sex,” and stomps off to the bedroom. "I'm gonna send you back into a fricken coma, watch me."

and then? they simply do all time good sex where dustin puts it in.

#GHOSTED #MY WORK

[latesunsetovermonroeville]

Transcription of Dr. Death Defying Radio Show, Special Holiday version, 14th February, 2019.

Couple: Party Poison/Dr. Benzedrine

[static]

Show Pony: …Oh, are we on? Hello, my favourite people of all people! I am your most beloved and requested host, Show Pony! Today is the 14th of February, you guessed it, it’s Valentine's Day! The advice of the day is to fucking tell that one joy that you are pastel for them, because personally, I think pastel is a cool word.

Now, last year, we brought on some Cherri Cola poetry actions and a special love song from our dearie Mad Gear. He played a wonderful melody dedicated to Missile Kid, who was, funnily enough, in the next room. I saw that you guys definitely enjoyed the special guests, so I figured, why don’t we have more this year? After all, it would be so boring to hear my lovely voice rambling all day, right?

So, without further a-do-a-dee, let’s welcome our new people. For privacy purpose, we are going to use nicknames so there’s no point finding them, folks, you better get rid of the idea!

Murder Wizard: Hi, I’m Murder Wizard.

Nosebleed: I’m Nosebleed.

Show Pony: Okay, let’s make this straight, you guys are a couple, yeah?

Murder Wizard: Pony, that is not the definition of straight. But yes, we are.

Show Pony: Wonderful! Happy Valentine! So, any plans for the day?

Nosebleed: Considering the fact that you knocked on our door at an unholy hour in the morning to drag us here, no, not really.

Murder Wizard: Sorry, he didn’t get enough sleep last night. We were busy-

Nosebleed: I dare you to finish that sentence.

Murder Wizard: …Alright.

Show Pony: Boys, boys, calm down. I know that this is my fault. To make up for it, how about we play a fun little game and I’ll let you guys go?

Murder Wizard: Sure.

Show Pony: Cool! The game is simple. I had some questions regarding love sent in from some killjoys out there who need advice, and you will have to answer them.

Nosebleed: You know that I should be the last person to ask for love advice, right?

Show Pony: I mean you got yourself this crash queen right here as proof that you got something up your sleeve, no?

Nosebleed: I think it’s because Murder Wizard is kinda fucked in the head.

Murder Wizard: Hey!

Show Pony: Let’s see… the first question is from a gentleman called Fusion Heatstroke. ‘Hello, Show Pony and whoever the guests are. I’m in a situation where I made a really bad first impression with this motor baby and I want to change that. Any advice?’.

Murder Wizard: That’s an easy fix. Just show ‘em that you’re better than what you showed. Like meeting them a lot, being nice and so on!

Nosebleed: You weren’t particularly nice to me.

Show Pony: What is your first impression of the other?

Murder Wizard: This guy is no fun.

Nosebleed: You still say that all the time, though?

Murder Wizard: Never admitted that I was wrong.

Show Pony: What about you, Nosebleed?

Nosebleed: Fucking annoying son of a bitch.

[someone yelled]

[static]

Show Pony: Please leave the fight after the show. Okay, let’s move on. This next question is from… oh, a familiar name, Tommy! What an honor! ‘Not really a question, but I want to get someone away from their crew from time to time, and I need a list of excuses ASAP. Whoever Show Pony brings on must be able to answer this, right?’

Murder Wizard: I take this as a challenge. Fixing a broken down vehicle, needing a helping hand at your store, you name it. It’s actually pretty easy, and my advice to you is to ask them privately before letting the crew know, ‘cause like, if the other person already agreed then what’s the point in stopping them, you know?

Show Pony: You seem experienced, Murder.

Nosebleed: You never had to do that with me. I’m wondering, where does this come from?

Murder Wizard: No! I saw… uh, that blond friend of yours using those shits to get my blond particle of the group away all the time!

Nosebleed: Fair enough.

Show Pony: Then what does Murder do to get your attention, Nosebleed?

Nosebleed: They are like, constantly invading my home and personal space. It never changes. I’m just better at enduring them.

Murder Wizard: I love you, too.

Show Pony: Leave that to the pillow talk and let’s move on to our final question so I can let you two disgusting creatures go-

Murder Wizard: Oh yeah? And who begged us to fill in because you were left hanging by a certain other couple?

Show Pony: This is from someone who would like to remain anonymous. Thank you for joining in! ‘How do I tell them that I am pastel for them? I don’t think just one sentence is enough, and a whole speech sounds kinda cringe to me.’

Nosebleed: Murder is good with speeches, I can give them that.

Murder Wizard: I am!

Nosebleed: Anyway, the point is that you get your feelings across, I believe, and do what you feel like it’s best. Other than that I don’t know what to tell you.

Murder Wizard: Getting philosophical, are we?

Nosebleed: At least I’m being helpful.

Show Pony: Since Murder is good at doing a speech, how about you declare your love to Nosebleed right here, right now? You have 10 seconds to prepare if you want.

Murder Wizard: I don’t need that crap. Ahem.

I love you to the moon and back, and then another 10 rounds around Zone 7. I would take down Battery City, sell my car, or even cut off my own arms and legs if they mean you will give me just a smile. I swear under the Witch and Destroya or whatever God is looking down at us that my love for you is undying, even if we’re dusted and gone. My love will bleed into the air you breathe, and it’s so much that you will breathe the same air in your next life walking this Earth.

[silent]

Show Pony: Wow, you don’t even stop to breathe.

Murder Wizard: Thanks.

Show Pony: Nosebleed?

Murder Wizard: Nosebleed, what are you- Get off me! We’re in the studio- Hmph!

Show Pony: Ew! Get a room, you two!

[something crashed]

[static]

Show Pony: Well, I guess that will be the end of today’s special Valentine show. I hope you find it fun, yeah, fun. Anyways, thank you for tuning in! I will see you next time!

[radio signal stopped]

[silent]

#party poison #dr benzedrine #show pony #danger days #killjoys #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr #my chemical romance #killjoys comic #the young blood #dr death defying #for my friend vinny for valentine

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 5) - Get A Job

First Previous Next

This chapter is the continuation of "The Secret Origin of Mr. Hornet."

Have fun reading this chapter.

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Intro

Mr. Wolf:Yeah!I'm bad!

Mr. Snake:You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula:He's bad!

Mr. Hornet:She's bad!

Mr. Piranha:We're bad!

Mr. Shark:Who's bad?

The Bad Guys:Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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In the morning, Hornet was sleeping peacefully in bed, but he began to squirm like a frightening worm as he was stuck in the dream world.

The world was dark with raging fire all over the place. Humans and a few other anthropomorphic animals screamed and ran in fear. A missile was dropped on a building, exploding the rooftop. In the very center of the city, a shadowy-figure was on top of a high mountain where the Bad Guys were staring at it from the bottom.

"Hornet!" Shark cried.

"Hornet, stop!" Tarantula yelled.

"You don't have to do this!" Snake exclaimed.

The shadowy figure turned out to be Hornet as he wore black clothes and a cape, "You chose to be good over me! And you're going to abandon me?"

"No. We want you to join us!" Wolf answered.

"We want you to be good like us!" Piranha added.

"Well, I don't want to be good! Not after everything that I've been through! If I can't have you 5 by my side, nobody will!" Hornet roared in rage as he stomped one of his little legs on the mountain, causing large cracks at the surface of the Earth, sinking everything in their paths, including the Bad Guys. Hornet cackled crazily and evilly.

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In the real world, Hornet snapped awake from that horrible nightmare. He panted in stress while sweating as he realized it was just a dream when he looked around, and found out he was in his bedroom.

Thank goodness it was just a dream.

But Hornet shouldn't depend on it. It was not just a dream… It was a sign or a vision if he continued to think negatively about his friends for being good and him wanting to stay bad, there will be die-hard consequences. No, he can't! He won't let that happen! His friends are the only family he ever had, and he couldn't lose them because of his own pride. He had to find a way to prevent that nightmare from happening.

Hornet looked at his alarm clock shaped like a hornet hive comb, and saw it was still 6:15 am. This means his friends weren't up yet, not even Piranha since he usually woke up every 6:30 am to prepare breakfast. Hornet got out of bed, and headed to the door. He slowly opened the door so his friends won't hear him coming out of his bedroom.

Hornet stuck his head out to see if the room was good enough to be out. There was no sign of his friends yet, so he was safe. Hornet quietly shut the door, and looked around for a clue if there was anything that can help him be good again than usual, like he used to be.

While he was flying towards the dining table, he noticed a newspaper that was published yesterday. Hornet flew down, and looked at it. He was skimming a few pages, until he found an employment ad. He read to it, and figured out that this might help him redeem himself. He might be still a Bad Guy, but he wanted to be good just for his friend… to avoid hurting them and betraying them. His own family. Hornet quickly tear the newspaper, only saving the ad, flew back to his room to dress up, and carried a file from his closet before moving out.

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There was a fast-food restaurant called "FasTogether" that was newly opened to the public. The grand opening was yesterday, and they were only a few employees working there to cook and serve food to customers.

That would be Hornet's goal today: To work at this new restaurant. He already gave his "résumé" to the co-owners of the restaurant as they read it with Hornet mailing nervously. The resume only contained Hornet's profile, but no working experience or school achievements at all.

"Are you sure you want to take this job?" The female co-owner, Mrs. Gardener asked while taking the résumé down and staring at a nervous hornet.

"Yes," Hornet nodded.

After looking at the résumé, the couple glanced at each other, knowing that they didn't know Hornet's résumé him better for the job.

"I have to remind you, Mr. Hornet. You were known as one of the members of the Bad Guys. We know you and your friends were released from prison, but that doesn't mean we trust you sooner," Mr. Gardener said.

"We can hire you, but we can't just accept you. You have to gain our trust by doing your job," Mrs. Gardener added.

"I promise. I will do that," Hornet held his hand up as a gesture of promise.

"I don't know. You're just a little bug, and giving orders to the customers with trays might be hard for you," Mrs. Gardener said while pinching her fingers together to measure Hornet's size.

"You can trust me. I've done this before. And carrying stuff like this won't be hard for me," Hornet pleaded, wanting this job so badly.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardener glanced at each other, and their eyes wandered all over their restaurant where they only saw two waiters and 5 cooks. They didn't have enough waiters to serve new customers every day, and they would have to serve customers, in case their waiters were too busy serving others.

Mr. Gardener groaned while pinching the bridge of his nose, "Fine, just do your job well, and don't think about stealing, or you'll be fired," When Hornet cheered for himself, a bell ran from the window kitchen, and the chef slowly shoved the tray of food out of the window. Mr. Gardener took the tray, and placed it on the counter in front of Hornet, "Now, this is the order, and you're going to give it to the customers at table number 5. It's right there," he pointed to the number along with the food on the tray, then pointed the table where there was a number 5 standing the table, "Understood."

Hornet nodded as he carried the tray. It was a little heavy, but he can manage without dropping it.

"Good, now get to work," Mrs. Gardener commanded as Hornet flew across the restaurant to get the order to the right customer.

Hornet kept avoiding the obstacles along the way while delivering the food to the customers. Even though Hornet nearly dropped the food, he managed to balance the tray on his hands.

Finally, he arrived safely with the order as Hornet put the tray down on the table, "Number 5, here's your order."

"Thank you," The male customer said before grabbing the burger, and about to eat when he recognized his waiter, "Hey, are you Mr. Hornet? And you work here?" Hornet nodded as the customer smiled, "That's good. You got a job than stealing money. Good for you."

Hornet nodded smilingly as he turned and flew back to the counter to wait for more orders to serve.

Just then, while he was in the middle of the place, Hornet heard familiar voices from the door.

"Where's Hornet?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him this morning."

"Well, we have to find him later. I'm starving, and I wanna eat outside here."

Hornet gasped as he turned and see all of his 5 friends were here. The Bad Guys… are here… at the same restaurant… where he was working in! Of all the restaurants in this big city, why do they have to come here? Hornet started to panic. If his friends saw him here, who knows what they would think of him?! He has to hide. But where?

The Bad Guys headed to an empty slot so they can sit and eat in this restaurant.

Shark looked around the place as he was amused, "Is this the new restaurant? Because I haven't seen this place before."

"It probably just opened after we got out of prison. I think we can eat here any time," Wolf guessed.

"Yeah, it's nearer to our place," Snake added.

While Hornet was flying out of sight from his friends, a waiter then came to them with a notepad, "Can I take your order?"

"Yes, I'll have…"

When Wolf was taking his order, Hornet quickly flew behind the counter so his friends won't see him. Unfortunately, he was caught by his new bosses.

"Mr. Hornet, what are you doing?" Mrs. Gardener asked.

Hornet was startled by one of his bosses' voice as he sighed in relief and confessed, "I'm… hiding from my friends."

"Why?" Mr. Gardener inquired.

"They didn't know I was working here, and if they find out, they would think I'm a weirdo," Hornet said sadly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hornet, but you can't hide from your friends, especially when you're at work," Mrs. Gardener stated, crossing her arms.

"When your friends' orders are ready, you have to serve them," Mr. Gardener added.

Then, a waiter clipped the note of order from the Bad Guys onto the, this meant they finished taking their orders.

Hornet turned to his bosses with pleading eyes, "Why can't someone else could do it?"

"We only have three waiters here, which includes you, and they are both booked, so you're the only one who can serve them," Mr. Gardener reminded.

"Order up!" The chef from the kitchen called as he took out a tray of food

"Now go," Mrs. Gardener told him as Hornet sighed and carried the tray of food that his friends ordered.

To hide from the sight of his friends, Hornet lowered himself to have the tray cover him while flying towards the table to serve the food to his friends without them noticing him.

When the tray came closer to the Bad Guys table, they saw the tray floating without seeing Hornet anywhere.

"Oh, I won't mind there was a floating tray serving our food," Tarantula said.

Shark gasped in terror, "It's a ghost!"

But Wolf doubted this theory, "Wait a minute. I saw floating stuff before, and they are not ghosts!" He then turned to the floating tray, "I'm not sure this is a floating tray. Are you a floating tray or not?"

"I'm a floating tray," Hornet's muffled voice answered.

"Okay then," Wolf smiled before snapping himself into realization, "Wait?! If you were really a floating tray, you wouldn't answer that question because everyone knows that trays can't hear!" When he grabbed the tray, he lifted it up to reveal Hornet under it

"Hehe, hey guys," Hornet grinned nervously.

"Hornet, what are you doing here?!" Piranha asked.

"I work here!" Hornet answered.

"You got a job?!" Tarantula exclaimed.

"And why are you even working?" Snake questioned.

"Well, you said I have to give a good life a second chance, so I decided to have a job serving people food," Hornet grinned.

The other Bad Guys turned to Snake, and smirked slyly at him for giving Hornet a piece of good advice. Wise snake he was. Snake wasn't comfortable with those looks as he defended himself, "I didn't mean that-!" he snapped, but he cut himself off, "Okay, okay, that's it! I give up! Do whatever you like. I am not good in giving advice like this!"

"But what about our plans today?" Piranha reminded.

"Don't worry, I won't be long. I only work 4-6 hours a day. It's no big deal," Hornet explained whispering to Piranha, "But I'm gonna steal some cherries on my way out."

Piranha winked and grinned proudly in response.

Hornet nodded before telling the rest, "Hope you enjoyed your food, guys."

"Oh, we'll do," Shark grabbed a burger, and took a bite, "Well, we'll see you back home, alright, Hornet?"

"Sure thing…" Hornet chuckled in response as he turned and flew to the direction of the counter, where he hid his sad guilty, and scared face, "Maybe…"

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Later at night, when the customers are getting fewer and fewer, Hornet was one of the employees who stayed for a while. When Hornet noticed his bosses were about to head out of the restaurant, he swooped in front of them to talk to them.

"Umm, sir, ma'am, is it okay I'll stay here for a bit?"

Mr. Gardener was surprised about this from a former criminal, but he was unsure about this idea, "You're gonna do nightshift? But it's your first day of the job."

"I figured that this new restaurant needs a lot of help, and since this place opens 24 hours a day, I figured I can help extra more," Hornet said.

The couple looked at each other if they could even trust Hornet. They then turned back to the bug as Mr. Gardener said, "Alright, but promise you won't steal anything."

"I won't make promises like that," Hornet smirked playfully.

Mrs. Gardener rolled her eyes, but accepted that answer, "Fine. Just do what you do."

Hornet waved goodbye to them with the Gardeners still didn't trust Hornet.

When Hornet went back to work, he couldn't come home tonight, not as long as he kept remembering his nightmare of betraying his friends like that if he doesn't turn fully good like the rest of the team. He has to stay awake and keep working, even if avoiding his friends in the process.

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Back in the Bad Guys' hideout, Wolf was looking out the window, waiting for any signs of Hornet. But he was already waiting for hours, Wolf closed the blinds of the window.

"Hornet's not home yet?" Tarantula asked.

Wolf shook his head "no".

Snake groaned frustratingly, "Ugh, where is he?! He was supposed to be home! We have work to do tonight!"

"And we already planned a heist tomorrow morning," Piranha added about the plans.

"Look, let's just hope he'll be home soon. We'll just take a nap, and get to our vigilante work, okay?" Wolf suggested.

The rest of the team looked at each other worriedly. They were worried for Hornet. They couldn't forget his breakdown since their trip to his former home, and confessed to them everything about his life. They just hoped he was okay while he was working at his new job. Snake, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula nodded in agreement as they all went to their respective bedrooms to nap.

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It was a huge heist right there. 7 criminals in a group with backpacks already filled with stolen valuables. Some of them even went out of their way to steal files, so that they could use them to search through more of the place they robbed. As the Bad Guys got ready, slowly climbing up the building, one of the criminals realized that they forgot something behind. Quickly muttering something, he ran right back through the emergency door they came from...

The two groups got into a stare-down. The Bad Guys knew that they are somewhat outnumbered since there are 6 criminals they are up against, but they can get through them. They already did get into a few fights, so they might win for sure. As they all got into a fighting pose, the criminals even got into theirs.

…they did the strangest things.

Whipping out a few batons (clearly handmade), they swung them around as if stretching in preparation. Spinning them around and making a lot of flashy movements.

"Are they fighting or are they dancing?" muttered Snake.

The criminals struck another pose, but they look more like acrobatics than professional thieves. Even their fancy fedoras, full-face masks and trench coats made them look pretty stiff. Enough to stifle a chuckle from the Bad Guys.

Then, one criminal threw out a gun - similar to Wolf's grappling hook - right at Tarantula.

She didn't respond until she realizes how far she was falling for until she landed right into a pot of dirt. She poked her head out, dazed.

"What was that?!" she said.

Back on the rooftop, the Bad Guys stared at the criminals, dumbfounded.

"Did he just throw the gun?!" said Wolf, managing to disguise his voice in a Southern accent.

"Did you just threw your gun?" hissed one of the criminals.

"Wait, that wasn't the dagger?" said the sheepish criminal.

"Who cares?" said the leader of the criminals. "We don't need firearms or knives for this!"

Now, it's 4 against 6. Lovely.

Shark immediately charged in and there were already not just one, but three criminals on him. They all pounced onto him, but he slammed them down using his belly before rolling over. However, that gave one of the criminals a chance to jump right on top of his chest and punch right there. Despite nearly getting distracted by the pain, Shark tackled the criminal and slammed him down like doing a football tackle. The second criminal tried to throw a few punches at Shark. The two traded blows before Shark spun around and swatted the criminal in the face. However, in the process, he lost his balance and fell down the rooftop. He quickly planted his hands and feet on the walls to break his fall, but the third criminal was onto him. Using the same method to get near him, the criminal then kicked Shark in the face and the latter landed softly on the ground, unconscious.

Wolf was up against one criminal. He hopes that this time, he might be able to fight back well and block the moves. It went well as the two were in a punch-and-kick fight with neither of them going down. Though, the criminal brought out his two batons. Wolf decided to try what Diane did back when the Bad Guys were in prison. He leaped upwards and the criminal struck an X to defend himself. Wolf landed on the ground and tried to reach for the criminal's pants, but the latter didn't have his eyes closed. Immediately, he crushed Wolf's hand and twisted it around. Wolf gritted his teeth, hissing in pain before the criminal slapped him with the baton in his other hand. Then hit him in the groin with his knee. Wolf squealed before dropping to the floor.

Snake found himself up against odds with a more experienced criminal as his opponent proved to be more difficult to take down. While Snake did spin him around, the criminal kept trying to stomp on him and make sure he doesn't get away. Even when the foot pinned him down, Snake eventually had to find other ways to wiggle his way around. When Snake tried to throw him down, the criminal grabbed onto him to try take him down with him.

Meanwhile, Piranha was nearly the most effective of the group, already knocking out two criminals who ganged up on him after finishing with their previous opponents. He was still having the time of his time, though while he had more on his trail, at least he got to take them down! The criminals were more experienced in fights, but Piranha didn't let that get to him and managed to defend himself.

So far, it was only Snake and Piranha the standing ones who were still fighting. Tarantula (who was trying to get her back up on the rooftop), Shark (knocked out in the alleyway) and Wolf (who was still agonizing in excruciating pain from being hit in the nuts) were out.

Eventually, Snake hopped onto another criminal and the latter tried to swing his baton at him. However, Snake just moved his head out of the way before grabbing the baton with his mouth. He spun the criminal around before pushing him down and charging toward another criminal nearby him.

As Snake flew in about to use the baton like a stabbing knife, the criminal ducked and Snake ended up placing the baton into Piranha's mouth. Or at least where his mouth should be at due to being covered by a mask. And the mask was stretchable enough to stretch inside Piranha's mouth.

"Whoa, chico!" exclaimed Piranha as he quickly spat out the baton.

"Oop, sorry!" said Snake quickly before swinging the baton around.

Unfortunately, he didn't hit anyone and this delay in being on alert got one criminal to quickly overwhelm him by grabbing him by the neck and throwing him to the ground. The baton followed, hitting him in the head.

Meanwhile, Piranha went back to fighting against the remaining criminals. One of them managed to grab him with the other about to whack him with his own baton. Thinking quickly, Piranha used his feet, planting them on the person near him before pushing the two criminals away. Mid-air, he was suddenly grabbed before being thrown to the side, sending him falling onto Shark on the surface.

Snake, dizzy and battered, looked up to see all 6 criminals spinning around to face him. "Uh…no!" he said in a fake 'lady' voice, slowly backing away. "It's over! You won. You won! Fair fight! I-I got to go!"

But the criminals weren't having any of it. As Snake tried to slither away, one of them quickly grabbed him by the tail and spun him around. As Wolf slowly lifted his head up, the criminal slammed Snake right into him once again. With Snake falling next to him, the two fallen fighters could only lay on the ground with goofy, dizzy expressions.

"Alright," said the leader of the criminals. "Let's back off, boys." One of the criminals nearly tried to get back into the alleyway to deal with Piranha and Shark. "C'mon. Let's get the duck out of here."

As the criminals stared at their attackers, the other criminal that went back down to collect something arrived. It was time for them to go before the authorities found them on the rooftop.

Right on time when Tarantula arrived, using the gun that was actually a grappling gun. "Hey, boys! Who's ready to-?" She paused upon realizing that the fight just ended. "Oh. I was just about to get ready!"

"Mental note," slurred Wolf. "Next time, we have to bring weapons."

"We were clearly outnumbered," grumbled Snake. "We should just go together as a full team with Hornet the next time we get into a fight.

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The next morning, Hornet was still working at the restaurant. This time, Hornet worked as a janitor overnight. He started to feel exhausted as his eyelids were getting heavy. Hornet slapped himself whenever he felt sleepy. He even made himself coffee from the kitchen, but he put his own money that he and his friends stole into the cash register to pay up for the coffee. Hornet already drank 4 cups of coffee as he kept returning back and forth to use the mop.

When the co-bosses came to the restaurant, and put their bags down, they noticed the same new employee they hired yesterday was still here, but looked tired and exhausted.

"Mr. Hornet, you're still here, and you're still working?" Mrs. Gardener approached the little bug in concern.

Hornet shook his head to wake his brain, and formed a fake smile, "Yep. I enjoyed this job already!"

Mr. Gardener then walked behind his wife, looking worriedly at Hornet, "Are you sure you're not tired? You look… exhausting."

"I'm…" Hornet yawned, but tried to snap himself awake, "I'm fine. I just have to keep working, that's all."

But the couple weren't buying for it as Mrs. Gardener tried to take the mop away from their new employee, "You need to rest, Mr. Hornet. You can work again tomorrow."

But Hornet hesitated to take the mop away from him as he yanked it away before proceeding to keep mopping, "I'm fine. I can handle this."

The couple were a bit worried for Hornet. He had been working all day and night without resting or going home. They wanted to make him rest, but they were afraid to get into an argument with a hornet. They slowly back away, letting Hornet work.

They were right. Hornet is exhausted, and he wanted to go back home, but he can't face his friends again while thinking about the nightmare. He feared it might come true. He has to keep making good deeds without seeing his friends for a moment.

Meanwhile, as planned for their heist that they discussed this morning, all 5 Bad Guys all slipped into the bank, unnoticed, set to place their heist into action.

Disguised as bank officials, with Shark dressed as a police officer, it was easy for the team to walk inside without anyone noticing who they really were.

Shark used his disguise to mimic being a police officer and escorting all of the customers out due to "Safety concerns" with the bank's new "air freshener." It was more than enough for them to leave, with only the fellow security officers remaining since they thought that they still had to stay behind to guard the place.

Snake quickly got to his spot where he first made sure that no one, and no camera, was watching him, before he scaled up a nearby pillar and easily slithered into a vent.

Meanwhile, Tarantula saw that the security officer who was watching over the video cameras in a secluded area nearby left his position, leaving the bank to go on a "lunch break." Seeing the perfect opportunity, she crawled over to the video camera area, quickly opened her laptop, and plugged in her hard drive, hacking into the security cameras so they couldn't record what the Bad Guys were going to do. Plus, thanks to her size, no one else could see what Tarantula was doing.

Wolf walked past a nearby officer and easily pickpocketed the officer's I.D. card and then waited for the officer to enter the bathroom so he could use the I.D. card to scan and gain access to the door. With quick access, he and Piranha easily walked through the door, down the hallway, and all the way to the vault.

Piranha couldn't help but chuckle while he and Wolf tore off their disguises and wore their black bodysuits, "Ha, this is so easy! We are practically gonna be in and out before anyone notices!"

Wolf then said, "Let's just focus on getting the money first before we consider this an 'easy' job."

Snake slithered through the vents and molted out of his disguise and into his black bodysuit, before greeting his buddies at the vault door through another vent, "Look who's arrived!"

Snake leaped down and got right to work on trying to unlock the door, finding the right combination to do so.

Shark and Tarantula, who also ditched their costumes and were wearing their bodysuits, quickly joined up with the crew with Shark said, "Hope you didn't start without us!"

Wolf replied, "Nope, you're right on time."

Snake soon felt the door unlock, laughing as he said while opening the door with his tail, "Alright, here we-,"

Suddenly, all the Bad Guys gasped in shock to find that the vault… was empty! Completely empty… or so it seemed.

Wolf and his friends entered the vault in a state of shock with Wolf exclaimed, "W-What is this?! Where's the money?!"

Piranha and Shark frantically looked around as Piranha shouted panickly, "Nothing, zero, nada, amigos!"

Shark added, "It's like someone got here before us!"

Tarantula then commented, "But that's impossible! How could anyone have been in here before we did?"

Snake suddenly sensed something, "Hold on. Something doesn't feel right about this vault."

He slithered around, using his tongue to smell something, before he approached the back wall and saw what looked like a painting of a dog on it. Curiously, Snake took the painting down and saw that there was another vault door spinning handle on it. And when he took careful notice of it, he realized: this wasn't the real vault! The vault was in the back wall!

Snake gasped, "The real vault's back here, guys!"

Wolf was shocked, asking, "What? But then, why would-,"

Suddenly, there was a loud BANG and the Bad Guys turned their heads and saw that the "Vault" entrance they came through had metal bars, like the ones at prison, go up and trap them in, and the door swung shut! And to make matters worse, a loud alarm played, with red lights flashing on top of the ceiling!

The Bad Guys all panicked, with Shark shouting, "There was a trap!"

Piranha added while frantically gripping the sides of his head, "And we're stuck in it!"

Wolf grew nervous, "this was not supposed to happen! This bank wasn't supposed to have a trap!"

Tarantula commented, "Hornet would've known if there really was a trap or security system like this because he would've done research about the bank before we started to rob it!"

The Bad Guys grimaced, knowing that if Hornet was with them at the moment, they would've known if this fake vault was a trap or not.

Suddenly, Wolf pressed his head against the door and heard noises outside, "Oh no, the police! They're about to come in!"

Shark added, "Hornet would've done something to hold them off before we could escape!"!

Piranha was panicking, "Ay caramba!Without Hornet, we're screwed!"

Wolf tried to regain control, "Don't worry, we can try to get out of this! Snake, unlock that back vault door! Everyone, once we are inside, grab as much as you can, and then, let's bust out of here!"

Snake replied, "On it," and quickly got to work trying to unlock the new vault door as fast as he could.

Outside, the police heard the alarm go off and were swarming inside the bank, heading towards the security door to go and bust who was robbing the bank, with Chief Luggins leading the charge.

All 5 Bad Guys heard the police coming closer with Tarantula shouted, "Snake, go faster!"!

Snake was close to freaking out, hissing out, "I'm going as fast as I can! How close are the police?!"

Shark heard the loud shouts from outside the door, and replied frantically, "Uh, very close!"

Snake groaned, "That doesn't help me! I need more time!"

Piranha then shouted, "We don't have more time! Hornet would know how close the police are if he was keeping watch!"

Wolf realized that this heist was not going as planned because without Hornet keeping watch, then they weren't going to be able to successfully get any money and slip out without getting caught.

With a heavy sigh, he then declared, "You know what? Snake, stop! Everyone, forget the money! Let's just find a way out and fast!"

Tarantula covered her ears, "I can't think with all of this noise!"

Shark added, "And how are we gonna get out?!"

Wolf looked around the trap vault and saw a trap door on the floor that was their chance to get out. He quickly pulled out a crowbar and used it to open the door, "Everyone, go through here!"

One by one, all 5 Bad Guys hopped through the trap door, with Wolf being last as he slipped through and closed it in just the nick of time.

Just as the door was closed firmly, the fake vault door was opened as the chief of police walked inside, inspecting it to see if the "robbers" who tried to steal from the bank were able to access the real vault. She completely ignored the secret trap door, and saw that the real vault door was luckily still locked, "They got away, but luckily couldn't get the door open in time. They couldn't have gone far."

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Underground, the trap door the Bad Guys used to escape led to a very stinky escape route: the sewers below the bank. All 5 Bad Guys had to hold their noses as they trekked through it, as Snake asked, "You couldn't have picked a better escape route?!"

Wolf replied, "Hey, easy, at least we got out in time before the police caught us."

Shark then commented, "But did the escape have to be so…smelly?"

Even Piranha couldn't handle the scent, "I'd rather smell one of my own farts than this!"

Tarantula groaned while hanging onto Shark's shoulder, "Next time, if we're gonna do a heist, we need ALL of us for it."

Wolf nodded in agreement, "Agreed. We really need Hornet with us to do a successful heist. Without him, not only are we incomplete, but our heists are too."

Once the Bad Guys were able to successfully go through the sewers, they found their car located in the secret spot, and drove away, unnoticed by anyone, and headed back to their hideout.

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When the Bad Guys made it home empty-handed, they changed back to their regular clothes, and noticed Hornet still wasn't home yet.

"Okay, so Hornet hasn't come home yet since he got the job. What are we gonna do?" Wolf asked for suggestions

"Get him to quit his job," Piranha said.

"Piranha!" The rest of the team shouted at him

"Come on! Ever since he got his job, Hornet doesn't have time for us anymore!" Piranha scoffed, missing his best friend.

"It's just one day," Shark reminded as he was considerate for Hornet.

"Yeah, well, he will do it again the next day," Snake guessed, "We can't do all of our missions without him."

"Since Hornet got a job…, why don't we get jobs ourselves?" Tarantula inquired.

The boys stared silently at Tarantula confusingly. Them? Having a job like Hornet? Sure they dreamed of getting dream jobs since they got out of prison, but would that be so soon?

"Is that even possible?" Shark questioned.

"Yeah, people are slowly accepting us,chico," Piranha responded, thinking that people won't just hire them because of being former criminals.

"It works for Hornet," Wolf stated, "Besides, if we can't do robbery without Hornet, we can't get much money like we use to. And I can't find myself a job. I have to stay and take care of our home."

"I'm staying too," Snake raised his tail as he told Wolf, "You need a helping hand around here, Wolf."

Wolf smiled at his best friend appreciatively.

"Well, I guess we have to find jobs then. Just easier and simple than our dream job of singing, acting, and being an accountant," Tarantula said.

Shark picked up a newspaper, containing a job ad on one page, "We can find jobs here in this newspaper." He opened the page as he, Piranha, and Tarantula looked up at the ad to find the right job for them.

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In the Chocolate Factory, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula started working in the factory separately, but as their work began, they made many mistakes, like Piranha messed up the whole kitchen with chocolate, Tarantula accidentally poured herself with chocolate milk powder into a giant pot of water, and Shark disarranged the chocolates in their boxes.

The forewoman then led the three to another room where there was a conveyor belt, and two holes from each side.

"All right, you three. Listen carefully. This is the wrapping department. Now, the candy will pass by on this conveyor belt, and continue into the next room where the girls will pack it," The forewoman l explained, "Now, your job is to take each piece of candy, and wrap it in one of these papers, and then put it back on the belt. You understand?"

"Yes sir… yes ma'am," Shark corrected himself as Piranha and Tarantula nodded.

"Let her roll!" the forewoman shouted at the next room, but the conveyor belt didn't move when the three Bad Guys were ready, "Let her roll!" She shouted again, but the belt still didn't move, "Well, wait here. Somebody's asleep at the switch."

The forewoman marched out of the room as the three Bad Guys sat down at the side of the conveyor belt.

"What are you guys doing up here? I thought you were downstairs boxing candies," Tarantula said.

"Oh, they kicked me out of there fast," Shark answered.

"Why?" Piranha asked.

"I kept pinching them to see what kind they were," Shark stated, then asked Piranha and Tarantula, "What about you guys? I thought you two were making chocolates."

"Turns out, chocolates aren't good for swimming," Piranha said.

"And I'm not one of the ingredients," Tarantula added.

The forewoman came back as the three Bad Guys sat up straight when she appeared, "All right, you three! Now, this is your last chance. If one piece of candy gets past you, and into the packing room unwrapped, you're fired!"

"Yes, ma'am," The three nodded.

"Let her roll!" the forewoman yelled at the next room as the conveyor belt started to move.

When the forewoman left, a chocolate came out as Piranha, who was next to the hole where the chocolate came out, passed one piece to Shark. Shark then quickly passed another piece to Tarantula. They quickly started wrapping each chocolate passing them, and placing the wrapped ones back on the belt that sent them to the packing room. Tarantula's wrapping technique was like she wrapped up her food with her web.

"Well, this is easier," Tarantula chuckled.

"Yeah. We can handle this okay," Piranha agreed.

Everything ran smoothly and easily, but then, the belt started to speed up, and the pieces doubled in volume. There are fewer gaps between the chocolates, and the three couldn't keep up with the moving candies. They started to wrap the chocolates as quickly as they can, but at the same time, they put the chocolates aside from the belt, and ate some of them since they couldn't wrap them as quickly as they could.

"Listen… Guys, I think this…" Shark was about to say something, but he couldn't concentrate on collecting the chocolates.

"I think we're fighting the losing game!" Tarantula yelled as she ate some of the chocolates passing by her.

Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula hid some of the chocolates in their clothes, and ate some as well. Luckily for Shark, it was sugar-free since he couldn't eat a lot of sugar. One of the chocolates was sent to the other room, much to Tarantula's horror because she couldn't catch it in time. The three bad Guys continued to eat the chocolates, and wrapped some of them at the same time.

Just then, the conveyor belt stopped, and heard the forewoman's voice from outside.

"Here she comes," Piranha alerted as he, Shark, and Tarantula quickly emptied the conveyor belt.

They hid the chocolates in their mouth while hiding some in their clothes

When the forewoman came in, the conveyor was already empty, and the trio's mouths were stuffed with chocolates.

"Fine. You're doing splendidly," the forewoman said proudly, then yelled at the next room, "Speed it up a little!"

The trio's eyes widened as they knew they were going to do their thing again.

When the forewoman left, the speed and quantity of the chocolates on the conveyor had become preposterous as Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula each gathered up all the chocolates, and stuffed them down in their clothes and mouths.

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Back in the Bad Guys' hideout, Wolf and Snake tried to make themselves like "Stay-at-home" dads to make a meal for their friends once they get back home.

While Snake was vacuuming, he didn't like doing this task, but he couldn't trust Wolf to use it, Wolf approached him after taking out something from the oven.

"Hey, Wolf, what you got there?" Snake pointed to the platter Wolf held in his paws.

"Oh, I made my cake for the guys tonight," Wolf replied, "Seven layers of luscious devil's food. Wait till you see it," Wolf lifted the lid to show Snake his cake, but revealed a burnt flat cake

Snake took a close eye on the "cake", and to him, it didn't look like a seven-layered cake at all, "What happened to the other six layers?"

"Well, they're all in there. Some of them just… didn't rise very much," Wolf explained.

"Well, you can put on a lot of frosting."

"What do you mean 'put on'? The frosting's already in it."

"In it?!" Snake pointed on the "cake".

"Yeah, I mixed it all up together before I baked the cake," Wolf clarified.

"Well, maybe you'd better wait until breakfast and serve it as a pancake," Snake said sarcastically.

"Oh, never mind, now!" Wolf took the cake from Snake, and put it aside, "How about your part of the meal?"

"Well, it's coming along fine," Snake said proudly, "I got the rice cooking. Hey, listen, by the way, how much do you think we should use for six people?"

"Usually, Hornet does the math," Wolf admitted since the team always depends on Hornet when it comes to Math. The little bug is a math genius.

"Well, how does one pound person sound?" Snake suggested.

"That's sounds about right," Wolf nodded.

"That's good because that's what I put in; six pounds," said Snake, "I also got the chickens cooking in the pressure cooker. Now, how long do you think they should take?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'd say about an hour and a half," responded Wolf.

Just then, they heard an explosion sound, and the pressure cooker behind them popped its lid up.

"What was that?!" Snake exclaimed.

The two turned to see the pressure cooker all steamed up, and the lid fell on the floor. Wolf and Snake rushed to the stove, and looked down at the opened steaming pressure cooker.

"Hey, what happened to my chickens?! I had two chickens in there!" Snake yelled.

"Well, they got to be here someplace." Wolf said while looking around to find the chickens Snake supposed to cook. Then, Wolf looked up, and poked Snake's back to get his attention, "Uh, Snake, are those your birds up there?"

Snake looked up where Wolf was looking, and answered, "Yeah."

One of the uncooked chickens fell on the floor. When Wolf and Snake picked it up, the other chicken fell on them too.

Wolf then picked the other chicken and asked, "Now what are we going to do?"

"Well, let's wash them off. Come on," Snake suggested while hold one chicken.

The two rushed to the sink, and Wolf turned the faucet on.

"Here's the brush," He gave one of the bristle brushes to his partner-in-crime

"Give me some of this stuff," Snake requested Wolf a can of soap powder as the latter handed it to the former, pouring soap powder all over the chicken.

Wolf and Snake cleaned the chickens with soap and brush while soaking them with water. Unbeknownst to them, behind them, a pot started to rice as a six pound of rice started to erupt. Because a lot of rice erupted from the pot, the lid began to flip very slowly until it fell down to the floor. The stove was now flooded by rice.

While he was cleaning the chicken, Wolf turned around to see the pot was erupted with rice.

"Hey Snake, what's that?!" He yelled

Snake turned around, and saw the rice he cooked overflooded the pot and stove, "Oh no!" He yelled as he quickly took the broom and dust pan besides him, "Catch the rice! Hurry up, Wolf!"

To help Snake, Wolf took the pot's lid, and scooped up the rice before throwing them into the sink. The two continued to scoop the flooded rice with dust pan and lid, but the rice still kept erupting like the pot was so bottomless.

"I guess this is why this is Piranha's territory!" Wolf yelled as he continued to scoop more rice from the stove.

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Back at the restaurant, Hornet was still working, serving orders to the customers, but he almost fell asleep on the job. He even sleep-serving, but he got time to snap himself awake. When he finished serving the last order, he dropped himself on the counter, and snored, falling asleep.

"Order up!" The chef shouted, snapping Hornet awake. He groaned exhaustingly when he found out there was another order he could serve. He flew weakly to the chef's window, and the chef said, "Order's in table number 2."

"Great…" Hornet murmured tiredly as he flew across the place where he found out his friends were the customers who ordered the food he was going to serve. Wolf and Snake had rice all over their heads while Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula had melted chocolates on their clothes, and they were all giving Hornet a death glare. Hornet was surprised as he threw the tray and the food in the air. Hornet quickly caught the tray, and caught the food with it. He then turned back to his friends, "Guys, what are you doing here?"

"It's the one place we knew we could find you!" Piranha answered.

Hornet put the tray down, and apologized, "I am so sorry about this week. I'm just so—"

"Busy! We know," Snake snapped, "Obviously, your work is more important than your friends!"

"No, that's not what I meant!" Hornet exclaimed.

Tarantula then groaned, and told him, "Seriously, Hornet, what is going on? You've acting strange since you have your job."

When Tarantula asked that question, Hornet began to panic inside, and felt the sweat on his forehead. He was fiddling his hands together while staring at his friends, who were waiting for him to answer. Hornet still didn't want to tell his friends the truth, bud… they are his friends. The only family he ever had. Why would he keep another secret from them?

But Tarantula saw the fear on Hornet's eyes as she guessed there was something wrong here, "Hornet…, are you… avoiding us?"

Hornet sputtered and laughed hysterically, "That is… I mean… Are you… Oh, guys… Yes." He admitted in guilt, "I was avoiding you for the whole 24 hours.

"Why?!" Piranha asked, feeling hurt.

"What did we do?" Shark whimpered.

"It's nothing that you guys did. It was me," Hornet confessed as he looked sadden, "I'm just afraid that if I won't be good enough, I would lose everything, even if it's a risk for me to go back for being the old me."

The Bad Guys then glanced at each other, understand what Hornet meant: About going back to his old self again if we will be good again.

"But, you're not going back to the old you," Tarantula said.

Hornet rose his head up, "What do you mean?"

Wolf then gently patted Hornet's back, "This is still the new you, Hornet. Even if you're trying to be good like you used to, but this isn't like the past anymore. This is a different kind of good."

"I already told him that," Sanke admitted as he looked down at Hornet, "And you don't have to overdo it. Heck, you already did something good that you didn't even realize yet."

"What?" The little bug asked.

"Being our friend," Piranha smiled.

"And you've been treating us like we're your family," Shark added, almost shedding a happy tear, "It's like you've already forgotten about your colony, you've been focusing on us."

Hornet formed a small smile as he agreed to his friends. Even when he kept his old goof life for a while from his friends, he couldn't pretend to be "bad" like a real bad guy. He was only being himself for his team, "I guess… that is the good thing I've ever done since I met you guys."

"You're just afraid. But now, you don't have to be afraid of being alone anymore, even if you're turning good again. You still got us," Wolf said as the rest of the team smiled.

Hornet nodded with a smile. If he would've known better, he could always come to his friends, and told them everything. He should've been honest in the beginning, and he wouldn't avoid them for 24 hours… but he didn't regret getting a job as a waiter, "Well, I better get back to work, and I'll meet you guys again tonight," he fluttered off the table, and turned to the direction where the counter was.

"Wait? So, you're going back home," Shark was surprised by this.

Hornet turned around back to his friends again, and flew at the center above the table, "Yeah. I do need some rest, and I missed going back home with you guys."

"But you're still keeping your job," Wolf stated.

"I was having a little fun," the little insect giggled as he whispered, making his friends lean closer to him, "Besides, this is one way we can cover our secret crimes we already planned to do tomorrow."

"Now that is genius, you little bugger," Snake smirked proudly as he tickled Hornet with his tail, making him giggle.

Before Hornet could go back to work, he halted himself before turning back to his friends again, "Oh, and I'm gonna do the thing I promised."

"What thing?" Piranha asked.

"You'll see," Hornet winked before heading back to work.

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At night, Hornet just finished cleaning the counter as he dropped the towel down, and his bosses came towards him.

"So, you're going home tonight?" Mr. Gardner guessed while his spare arm was on his wife's shoulder

"Yep. But I'll be back, tomorrow," Hornet admitted.

"You've been working with us for 2 days, and you seemed to be… a quite nice employee, Mr. Hornet." Mrs. Gardner said nicely, "Hope you can stay with us for a while. We need a good employee like you."

Hornet nodded as he flew at the back of the restaurant where employees had to take the back door to go in and out of their working place.

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At the Bad Guys' hideout, the elevator went "ding!" as the doors opened, and Hornet flew into the room.

"Hey guys, I'm home."

"Hornet!" The rest of the Bad Guys exclaimed as they all charged forward at Hornet.

The Bad guys just finished cleaning the mess Wolf and snake made when they tried to cook food. Wolf, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula went for a group hug with Hornet at the center. Snake wasn't into hugs much, but he was forcibly pulled into it by Wolf.

"Whoa, whoa, it's like you've never seen me for a while," Hornet chuckled as the Bad guys separated from each other

"Eh, we kinda miss you here at home. But now you're back, we can still continue our mission as vigilantes," Wolf said.

"Yeah, I kinda miss secretly fighting crimes with you guys," Hornet confessed as they all laughed. But then, Hornet noticed there were cleaning materials resting next to the sink together, "Uh, what's going on here?"

"Eh, when the three of us were getting jobs, which we got fired on our first try, Wolf and Snake tried to cook dinner, and ended up a disaster," Tarantula chuckled while her thumb pointed at the two.

"Guess we're not so good at working at home," Wolf confessed while admitting it was a silly idea.

"Was that Piranha's thing?" Hornet reminded.

"I already told them," Piranha said.

"Oh, speaking of secrets," When the Bad Guys were now around their dining table, Hornet pulled out a bag from under his shirt, and dropped it on the table, causing it to spill cherries, much to the Bad Guys' surprise.

"You stole the cherries?!" Piranha gasped.

"As promised," Hornet recalled.

"But how? You might get caught with the security cameras that I haven't hacked yet," Tarantula inquired worriedly.

"Oh, I did worse than hacking," Hornet smiled sinisterly while rubbing his hands together

*Flashback*

Back at the restaurant, when Hornet was alone at the back of the kitchen, he flew close to the walls, and clang tight to it. He secretly moved towards the neck of the security camera footage, and bite it repeatedly until the wire of the neck were cut off. He did the same routine with the other cameras. When he took down all of the cameras, it was his chance to take some cherries from the jars, and put them in the bag. He had to find another place to hide the bag when he will fly back home, and he knew exactly where.

*End of flashback*

Snake laughed as he loved Hornet's antic with the cameras, "Can't believe you did that!"

"Well, I may have started my second chance on a good life… But I'm still bad," Hornet admitted as Piranha and Tarantula laughed proudly at their best friend.

Wolf rolled his eyes, and said, "You're never gonna get rid of it, do you?"

"Nope," Hornet shook his head as he knew Wolf was referring to his bad side that he will never get rid of, "Oh, and I, uh, I brought you a little something as part of my paycheck."

"Really?" Shark asked.

"You did?" Piranha cooed excitingly

"For Wolf, I got you a box of fries," Hornet put a plastic bag on the table, and pulled out a styrofoam container of fries

"Thank you, Hornet," Wolf couldn't wait to open the container.

"For Snake, a little bit of chicken burger," Hornet pulled a box of chicken burger from the plastic bag, and placed it in front of Snake, "Because I know you also eat chicken."

"Thanks, bugger," Snake flicked his tongue around the box where he could taste the air of chicken.

"And for the rest of you," Hornet pointed to Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula, who was shaking in excitement at what Hornet brought for them. Instead of pulling his treat out of the plastic bag, he rather pulled the plastic down to reveal his treat, "And I know you still have the condition, Shark. That's why I got each of you a five-pound box of sugar-free chocolate!" With that, he pulled the plastic down, revealing three boxes of sugar-free chocolate.

Instead of loud cheers or simply 'thank-yous', Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula groaned in exhaustion when they saw the boxes of chocolates that they forcibly ate at their work earlier. They dropped themselves on the ground, and fainted.

Wolf, Snake, and Hornet glanced at each other in the confusion about why their remaining friends reacted that way

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener

Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener

Michael Colyar – Chef

Carolyn Hennesy – Chocolate Forewoman

Jeff Bennett - Waiter, Male Customer

Author I.M. Rally

Co-Author MasterClass60 TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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Hornet's nightmare was a reference to the book series where Snake was corrupted by Dread Overlord Splaarghön.

The Gardener couple was based on Tom and Anne Harper from Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn as they were voiced by the same actor and actress who played the Harper couple. Michael Colyar, who voiced the chef, was also the voice actor of Buford the chef from The Princess and the Frog. Carolyn Hennesy, who voiced the chocolate forewoman, was the actress who played as the Sushi Manager from Drake & Josh.

The scene where Wolf wasn't convinced that the floating food tray, which carried by Hornet underneath, could float or talk was a line reference from MutANT Farm 3, an A.N.T. Farm Halloween episode.

The scene where Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula working at a chocolate factory, and Wolf and Snake worked at home were both references to I Love Lucy: Job Switching

The Bad Guys scolding Hornet about his absence was a reference to My Little Pony: Student Counsel.

From now on, Hornet continued to work as a waiter in FasTogether restaurant during his free time from secret crimes and crime-fighting as one of his steps to a good life.

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me make the fighting scene between the Bad Guys and the other criminals. And also thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me make the heist scene.

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[e350tb]

Amphibia - Vacation Day 2: Tiger

“This thing sucks.”

Sasha was standing in front of a large, boxy tank, a long and fearsome gun extending from the round, slab sided turret. Her arms were crossed, a frown on her face.

They were in a giant, airy shed; a tank museum. It wouldn’t have been their first choice of destination, but Captain Grime had asked for pictures of ‘the human war chariots’, so they’d stopped over here to do so. Marcy was standing next to Sasha, reading the placard in front of the tank - she looked up.

“This is one of the most well-known tanks of World War II, Sash,” she said. “Why does it suck?”

“Why does it suck? Look at it!” Sasha gestured towards the tank. “It’s a tactical nightmare! Trust me, I was a general once.”

She marched over to the front of the tank, knocking on the frontal armour.

“It’s pretty strong,” noted Marcy.

“Strength doesn’t mean anything if it’s just a slab!” exclaimed Sasha. “Look at it, it’s nearly at a ninety degree angle. Laser fire from one of Andrias’ frobots would rip right through it! If it was angled, it might stand a chance of bouncing it, but this?! It’s a wall, Marcy! A big stupid wall!”

She strode to the side of the tank.

“Same here! Just flat, ninety degree sides,” she continued. “And look at the size of it! You could see this thing from Wartwood! You wouldn’t have a hope of hiding it. Total sitting duck for any flying drone units.”

“They didn’t have those in World War II, Sasha,” said Marcy.

“But they had planes, right?” Sasha waved her arms in frustration. “And good luck trying to dodge any bombs they’d drop on it. There’s no speed, no agility! You can forget about any fast hit and run attacks.”

She marched over to the placard, slamming her hand on it. “And they’re so hard to make, too! I looked at that thing; the Germans made about, like, a thousand of these? In the whole war? And then they had to keep spending money on them, ‘cause they’re overcomplicated and kept breaking down? Jeez, no longer they lost the war.”

She stepped back, crossing her arms.

“That’s the problem with dictators, Marce,” she said. “They just can’t help themselves. They’ve always gotta build these big, overcomplicated death machines that can only ever do one thing - this thing, Andrias’ giant missile tank robots, the Death Star…”

“Did you just compare Andrias to Hitler?”

“It’s just stupid and wasteful!” Sasha shook her head. “What’s wrong with a good old fashioned sword? Or whatever the tank equivalent of that is.”

Marcy smiled.

“You are your father’s daughter, Sash,” she said.

“Look, call Yunan!” snapped Sasha. “Call her right now! She’d totally agree with me!”

“But Sasha, the time zone difference means…”

“Guys! Guys! Guys!”

Anne sprinted up to them, drenched in sweat. She pointed over her shoulder.

“You really gotta come see this tank, guys,” she said breathlessly. “I was walking past it and looking at my phone and I looked up and I saw it and I was like no way and-and-and guys, it’s amazing, this tank has a di-”

“I’m calling Yunan,” said Marcy flatly.

“Guuuuuys!” exclaimed Anne.

“We saw the tank, Anne, it’s very funny,” said Sasha. “Right now I’m getting a second opinion on how this tank sucks eggs.”

Anne looked at the tank, tilting her head.

“...why?” she asked.

“Because it’s a bad weapon and I’m honour bound as a toad…”

Sasha pursed her lips.

“...oh my frog I’m turning into Grime.”

“Marcy? Is something wrong?” Yunan’s voice cut in as the newt answered the video call. “Because I can totally make a commando raid to get you out of there if you need me?”

“Everything’s fine, Yunan,” replied Marcy. “Sash just wants to know what you think of this tank.”

“I’m a newt, Marcy, I don’t really know much about human weap…”

She trailed off as Marcy turned the phone towards the tank.

“...dear frog, this thing sucks!”

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[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Chapter (7/7) ~

*DBZ SFX : BOOMING*

[Earth Squad 2 - Takashi Yoshimatsu, Hideaki Kobayashi]

Darkside Death : I could enjoy this to bring an end to witchkind with the powers of deadly super weapon that ends all!

Seto : YOU HEARTLESS SCUUUUUM!!!

"Vs...Darkside Death & MISSILE OF DARKNESS"

Super Sonic : That Maka Albarn kid was being used as a pawn in corrupt game! Shotaro wasn't the bad guy, the entity is! This so-called Ruler of the Cosmos, wasn't a ruler at all! It's just a heartless trying to bring dominance over the galaxy by spreading the influence of his creator!

Super Shadow : I knew there was something fishy from Soul Eater's existence! The world of Soul Eater she lived is only a fantasy inside her head, a hoax that I discovered Lord Nightmare was the one who put her a sleeping beauty curse!

Super Sonic : So Kirby's old nemesis is behind all of this!? What was he planning to make Soul World come to life?

Super Shadow : To make the world of Soul Eater come to life in the real world, everything must exist within from the Ohkuboverse that was destroyed by the Time Eater 1000 years ago.

Super Sonic : Right! The Time Eater was the one responsible for destruction on the Ohkuboverse which was destroyed in half or entirely, and the world of Soul Eater was only a fantasy created inside of a Girl's head? Who knew that the world of a famous manga take place inside a girl's dream? Can Maka Albarn be the 2nd destroyer?

Super Shadow : Be my guess!

Darkside Death : Feeble pests of this planet! Today, Judgement to all humans and witches must die together! Help the Kusakabe Legacy to make us stronger! With all my power and all of Shinra Kusakabe's influence, I shall make myself the Ruler of the Real World and the universe will never show my true intentions of making the real world a target to me! Demon Vibe's essence of galactic conquest shall draw near his end! This is truly an astonishing farewell between Humans and Witches all together! IT IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!!!

Kingdom Hearts : You lie, Darkside. You calling yourself Lord Death was meaningless. You are no ruler to one's universe, and you are not a God to this planet. I shall make you regret on who we are ordealing with and that's your own fault that the boy who created died because of the outcome on others and yours upon yourself!

Darkside Death : What!? (turns and sees Kingdom Hearts) K...Kingdom HEAAAAAARTS!!!

Seto : Hey, Heart moon! Give me a little boost!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Unlock*

Seto : Alright! Time for this Heartless to give it a farewell! Ready guys!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Ready!

Sonic & Shadow : Ready!

Seto : Let's combine our hearts with the powers of light to go against the Darkness!

ALL : DO IT NOW!!!

Seto : SEE SHINRA KUSAKABE IN HELL, DARKSIDE!

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLAST+LOUD EXPLOSIONS*

Seto : It is done.

*DBZ SFX : LOUD ENERGY EXPLOSION*

Super Sonic : Yes! We did it! The Missile's gone!

Seto : Now do you believe me, Lord Death? This is the reason we humans and witches can't have nice things because of you!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You can't get away with it no!

Super Shadow : This must put a stop to the lying now!

Seto : So now...This is what you get for manipulating Maka Albarn...and the lying from Shinra Kusakabe's influence. The cursed tales of the Ohkuboverse must be gone!

[Round Clear (Shadow) - Jun Senoue]

Darkside Death : I must be impressive, but this isn't over yet, Seto! In the meantime, when I manipulate others and so does Master Xehanort, The Heartless' attention on destroying the Kusakabe legacy would be the key of being a diversion that are known as the evil forces that I set it up for her and for protecting Shinra Kusakabe's legacy.

Super Sonic : So you tricked Shotaro the Dokeshi to believe he was Shinra's man-made son, the evil forces that Maka and others fought, were only a diversion for you! You lied to Shinra Kusakabe, you lied Maka Albarns, you made us hurt Ashley's people with your so-called Manipulation!

Super Shadow : I can't believe that Maka Albarn would trust a heartless giant like you! You have no desire for truth and justice, you only crave death and destruction. Your manipulation was to fuel the darkness in people's hearts on making you stronger!

Seto : That's right! Humans and witches can live togehter in peace, harmony, and bring love. That's how a Reaper like us is to defend humans and witches that are innocent and not that are evil, truth is with us and only Truth can destroy you!

Darkside Death : In the end, Humans and witches wil betray each other by bringing darkness into the hearts of all and bring many conflicts into this planet, making hatred as their only master! I was created to carry out Shinra Kusakabe's ambitions. Shinra Kusakabe said he wanted a world filled with hope and without the despair that is the key to open the Door to Darkness itself! Demon Vibe and Angel Vibe were the two entities of the greater goods! Watch me, Deathless! When the witches are gone, this planet can be witch-free by destroying the legacy of Inca Kasugatani!

Seto : Yeah, right! Nobody's gonna fall for your stupid tricks! A girl named Homura Akemi is going to create a new era for the real world, an era where Humans and Witches can live in peace, a place where Maka Albarn and others can live in harmony with the witches...with out you!

Darkside Death : Mark my words, Heroes of Sega! If you are surely mistaken there can be only one purpose to make the world of Soul Eater cease to exist, waking up to reality is what really destroys the Ohkuboverse and one who can ever wake up to that reality is Maka Albarn! Humanity of Real World AU haven't fought Shinra Kusakabe for nothing...Nothing! But i'll be back for her. I'LL BE BACK!!! (LAUGH EVILLY) (Teleports and leaves)

Seto : Man...Talk about some betrayal...can't believe Maka would take the manipulation for yourself. Can't say that the world of Soul Eater was all a fantasy in her head. That's no way how we make Humans and witches bring peace together after Shinra Kusakabe caused all of this or perhaps Demon Vibe was it.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : We'll get that heartless bastard next time, it's others that needs to be done with villainous ways before attempting omnicide. We can't let these omnicidal villains get away with this! Luckily, Maka Albarn is fine, but she's a sleeping spell.

"Later..."

[The Last Scene - Fumie Kumatani]

*Door opening*

Seto : Tadaima.

Solva : Seto, Okaeri! (hugs Seto comfortly) So how was travel in space?

Seto : It was alright, Solva. I just had deal with a nasty someone that isn't a Shinigami.

(cuts to show the two of them outside, eating ice cream popsicles)

Solva : So I heard everything, Both Metal Sonic and a Gizoid were trying destroy all life on earth. It's because of carelessness from Sonic's world, right?

Seto : Think so. Solva,I got news. It turns out the world of Soul Eater was just a fantasy and Maka trapped in sleeping beauty spell by Lord Nightmare, Maleficent was the one who gave him that spell, just to make Maka the hero of her own world.

Solva : Where the story of Soul Eater take place all inside of her head. So do you believe that there's no such thing madness or anything, I mean why did the DWMA exist to hurt Ashley's people and would bring an end to one's heritage?

Seto : It's because of manipulation, Maka Albarn trusted a heartless giant that isn't Shinigami, Shotaro the Dokeshi was only kid and I heard that he went missing along with his companions during that investigation. He was investigating to discover the secrets of Soul Eater to be uncovered. I heard that he's responsible for the creation of the Mabuki, japanese name for Demon Weapons.

Solva : So I guess it was manipulation after all, Shotaro the Dokeshi a taboo committed a taboo for creating demon weapons that are defenders of humanity self from heartless?

Seto : Truth did scolded Shotaro, but let truth to unveil that the Demon Weapons were the creations of another Hero like what the Elric Brothers. Humanity can be arrogant sometimes, but everybody can believe in truth of what the Ohkuboverse really wanted to be existed or cease to existed by being erased.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : So I believe that Shotaro the Dokeshi was the charlatan all along, the school he created was not about bringing peace, it's about bringing manpower and making political tides. That's why the heroes and villains of Soul Eater have been conflicting each other one or another. That damn Atsushi Ohkubo is pretty slick to get all of the high stakes to believe that the Mangaka industry is full of stubborness for greed. He didn't cared about his characters, he cared about was his greed. Maka Albarn and others do care for their selves, she could be friends in the real world that we are living in today. I guess you, Seto the Deathless, is the only Shinigami in this world that needs humanity and witches for their protection, that's why we are saving Real World AU from the spreading lies.

Seto : You're right! I am the only Shinigami that needs me for humankind and witchkind's protection, and in order to break the will of Shinra Kusakabe, I'm going to reclaim everything that isn't their's to control and takes others' diginity for having one's heritage. If I can be a hero, then I'm going to be the hero of one story, I'm going to get to the bottom of this influence from the Kusakabe Legacy 1000 years ago. With our aide to Maka and friends, we can finally defeat the one that spreads lies from Shinra Kusakabe, and truth will the be the only one that wins it all! (stretches) Come on, Seto. Let's go make ourselves dinner. a celebration party awaits!

Solva : Yeah! I'm bring lots of people to come over, Kanna and Darts are waiting! We should give them desserts after dinner.

Seto : (stops for a momment and looks up into the sky) Darkside Death. One day, you will regret everything for manipulation and to the lies that you caused. That's on you. I will become Shinigami of Japan and no one will ever believe in you anymore. (walks back to enter inside)

(Master Xehanort is shown behind the moon)

Master Xehanort : So you understand all of this, Little Shinigami. You would understand the sudden fruition that the world of Maka Albarn is all a living fantasy. A dream perhaps. But there is one thing that you may never know, the Lord Death that you knew is Darkside Death, the heartless reaper created by the devil himself! (laughs evilly)

~ Final Prologue : Beginning of the End Pt.2 ~

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[the-firebird69]

We hear our son too these two people are huge assholes to everybody and they won't leave him alone and you guys don't give him some slack for it at all everybody out there is not giving him slack and he's beating these people at death everyday cuz we're doing it too and the trumpsters are not going to make it his whole plan and family and army is dying rapidly because of his idiot actions on our son it is more on keeps on bothering people my programs working and it means that AI I said everybody has your program you freaking moron stop that freak you're getting blamed for it too and his people stopped him it wasn't that bad but it was a pretty deep cut a couple places and he got out and really the AI programs been out for decades because it's a government project practically everybody has a copy and they're laughing at you all the time mocking you making fun of you slaughter your people cuz you don't shut off your bunch of asinine jackasses just like he says you're spoiled fruitcake loser you got kicked out how car did you melon and and everybody said you don't know what you're doing you got kicked out of the AI program for Tesla they said you're a phony Harvard and Yale and other schools declared your a fraud and they revoked your lawyer degree and your engineer degree all the stuff should be publicized that you're a fake and your Osama bin laden on top of it and you didn't drop to the stupid place. And certain creatures are there too I said he was trying to figure out we know which ones they are so ones you have trouble with edge of Tomorrow.

-right now the bozo is heading up to San Francisco and people say they hear jackhammers and saws that's the middle of the night big jackhammers too they make this big huge noise wimp whomp and clank. And it repeats and they explain it like that and a sense is why not just recorded I mean we should be sniping these people and all sudden the person says I've had it with a s*** you're being too mean to him get away from him on the radio and it's talking about Trump and his idiot kid so if you have someone that would be nice we'll get you out of there cuz people are trying to stop them or going to get killed so the person left and it said that the whole way out he's being mean to us his whole army we don't need him we should cut him loose said a few things and they're free more reports went out about noisy saws. My son is saying that the idiot was out back sawing today and that was Dan. We see that they're not going to be nice fun and they're forming up it's still 100 mi away and they have some long range missiles and we have some targeted and some other missiles and we have it all targeted if they fire we hit those right away

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Thor Freya

I want to know something how long this juvenile s*** going to continue because we can't stand you at all down there in Florida I told you to shut up

Camilla

Yes we did tell you to shut up I hear you calculated

[nightcoremoon]

a lot of people who criticize spec ops: the line did not understand the game or approach it correctly

“it didn’t make ME feel bad for playing!” you’re stupid.

you’re not supposed to feel bad for the 1s and 0s that the game is made of. you’re supposed to feel bad for the actual real humans who die in real life in the exact same situations that the game is showcasing. you’re supposed to see that the good intentions of the soldier still end up with innocent lives brutally slaughtered by weapons of mass destruction that should not exist. martin walker and joseph konrad aren’t real, but there are dozens if not hundreds (if not THOUSANDS) of walkers and konrads. soldiers who join the military because they wanna fight evil to protect the country, and ultimately end up having complete control of drone missiles that rip families apart figuratively and rip their bodies apart literally. generals who decide not on whether to attack or not attack, but on where to attack WHEN. math degrees who calculate the statistics on how many civilian casualties are okay to reach the goal. and they’ve been doing that since WWII. breaking eggs to make omelettes. for the greater good.

it isn’t about what happens in the game. it’s about what happens outside of the game. it’s about what happens in real life. you should feel very bad because of the military industrial complex creating a narrative that allows you to commit wanton acts of cruelty and feel badass for doing it. for consumers giving money to activision and ea and ubisoft who then give money to the military who use that money to make murder toys for slobbering troglodytes to throw at brown kids so we can steal their nation’s oil. you’re having fun in your ac130 raining hellfire on The Bad Guys. but are they really the bad guys? so says you?

take call of duty 4: modern warfare. american soldiers are saving the citizens of iraqistan from al asad’s violent coup. but then makarov nukes them. what an asshole! then america (and the uk) tries to heroically defend the free world from the evil bastards (who sold chernobyl waste) trying to take over russia from the inside. and that is one way to view it. but here’s an alternative take.

iraqistan is run by an evil fascist dictator. al-asad is a hero who liberates his people and shows the word that we’re not gonna stand idly by and be ruled over, viva la revolucion! oh no, an ally to iraqistan is suppressing us to return us to compliance, whatever shall we do? well, we have an ace up our sleeve. makarov, our friend and ally, has a plan to eliminate the foreign invaders who steal our resources and kill our children and rape our wives. he will lure them into the evacuated city and NUKE THEM to show WE WILL NOT BE OPPRESSED. makarov’s friend zakhaev is trying to do the same to russia, and that rat kamarov is working with the ss141 to keep us under an imperial thumb. zakhaev just wants to defend his people from the bloodthirsty savages who will stop at nothing to get what they want. not 60 years ago we were allies fighting a greater threat. but then they abandoned us to the germans and NUKED JAPANESE CIVILIANS TWICE then pointed nukes at us to coerce us into submission. we raced to have more nukes, we raced to go to space, and when chernobyl exploded america “just stood there and fuckin’ watched.” they are a world superpower who invaded foreign lands and slaughters innocent civilians to claim their resources for their own. and they won’t stop until every russian and iraqistani man woman and child bows down and knuckles under to the dictators. we are freedom fighters who want to protect our loved ones. and then they blew us the fuck up with ac130 gunships.

their primitive religion, our proud faith. their evil empire, our proud kingdom. propaganda.

cod 4 was revolutionary, a fantastic game. but consider the implications and its effect on video gaming culture. and then look at no russian. the us government state sponsored slaughter of an airport. for the greater good. shepherd was depicted as wrong, and died for it, yes. but what about the hundreds of military shooters that only took the aesthetics and missed the point entirely?

spec ops the line was a pushback against the heroics of mass murder with collateral damage everywhere. spec ops the line offered a recontextualization of what the greater good really means, the road to hell paved with good intentions. and that’s what it was until the white phosphorus scene, capping it off like the cherry on top of the sundae. but the game continued after that. you the player and martin walker the character became one and the same entity as far as the narrative went. he lied to you just like he lied to himself. he needed to be the hero because you needed a reason to keep playing. he needed to feel important because you needed to be the protagonist. the game isn’t trying to make you the player feel bad. the game’s messages about how you’re an evil asshole are walker’s internal dialogue. walker lives with the guilt and trauma of being the man who blew up the mother and daughter with white phosphorus. walker did that, and he needed a good reason for it retroactively. the game is a commentary on the soldier’s mentality.

you should feel bad because walker feels bad. the game is trying to show you what it feels like to be the soldier who pulls the trigger. the game is trying to emulate the feeling of regret and shame that veterans feel when they come home. but you the player are different because you only played a video game. you can go home. you can just turn the game off and play stardew valley or minecraft. you have that option. but the people stationed overseas in the military who still have to stay and finish out their tours? they have to stay. they have to linger and stew in knowing that their actions caused innocent civilians to die horribly. slowly. painfully. joseph konrad is the vets who killed themselves because they couldn’t live with knowing the horrors of war. and you are walker. you have the freedom to turn around. to put the controller down. to stop. every step of the way you could have turned around. lugo didn’t have to die. that was your fault. you made this happen by continuing. you turned the page.

your agency enabled this sequence of events.

you did this.

if you don’t feel bad playing this game, you are not emotionally mature enough to play military shooters. you’re a mouth breathing knuckle dragging moron and I don’t with to involve myself with someone as simple as you. I only hope that you never have the resources that bring you to a situation where you are given a choice between harming someone, and not doing so. I fear for the safety and well being of any children you may have in the near future. of any partners you may interact with. and I hope to god you never end up behind the trigger when an innocent civilian’s life is on the line.

because I know that you’d pull it.