#I just want to freeload on your luck

[violetlunette]

Main Female Protagonist: Oh, my face was horribly scarred! I’m so ugly now! No one will ever love me!

Me: Oh, you poor thing, that’s awful--

The hideous scarring in question:

Me: ...

[lianchuann]

zhao mingxi & fu yangxi (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (01)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; AND THE FIC IS OUT 💃🏻✨

ngl, i posted up the teaser at around 1am just to see how it'd go (was planning on deleting it right afterwards if nothing showed up). i woke up like 6 or 7 hours later and holy shit yall - i wasn't expecting it to get so much attention or blow up 😭 and it was just a TEASER 😭✋🏻 i've also gone through the small notes section of the taglist form (my favorite is the one that said they like my brain lol) either ways, i'm so glad you're all as excited as i am for this fic 🥹🫶🏻 it really means a lot to me <33

i'd also like to point out that i'm writing this fic as i go, kind of going with the flow, so, occasionally some things might not make sense but let's hope the flow goes well 🙏🏻

taglist at the end !

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“hey there, babygirl,” vernon greeted as he took a seat in front of you at the library desk.

the nickname had you looking up from your laptop, shooting the boy a grimacing look.

“vernon, what the fuck?”

vernon chwe, an art major you had met on the first day of college during orientation, since both of you were in the same freshman group during said orientation.

you were entirely new to seoul, having spent most of your life in a small town in daegu (alongside your introverted nature, talking to new people while having to adjust to your new surroundings was basically an introvert’s nightmare).

when vernon approached you during one of the 30 minute breaks, he handed you a bottle of coke, a friendly gesture you appreciated a lot. that wasn’t what caught your eye though - it was his clothes. it’s not every day you’d see a college student wearing a bright neon tie-dyed shirt.

when vernon noticed your staring, he simply said “ah, yeah, the rest of my clothes are in the dryer. i’m vernon, by the way! vernon chwe!”

“...i’m ___,” came your response, “lee ___.”

from then on, you’ve both been stuck to each other like glue. always seen together to the point you both had been mistaken as a couple one too many times.

guess the saying of 'you're not real besties unless people think you're a couple' is true to an extent.

though you both have made it clear that the relationship between the two of you is strictly platonic.

the boy laughs at your reaction before shutting up as a few students shoot him a dirty look, a few others shushing him. “it’s fun messing with you, ___,” he said in a soft voice, not wanting to get on the nerves of the other students, “watcha working on?”

“just the usual presentation preparations,” you answered as you pushed back up your glasses and continued typing away.

“is this a group or solo project?”

“solo, which thank god. if this was a group and i had another bad luck on my groupmates, i was going to lose it.”

vernon cringes at the mention of groupmates. in your previous group assignment, you were stuck with not one, not two; but three parasites. he remembered how sleep deprived and stressed you were throughout the semester for said group project. he’d gotten you to submit an email to the lecturer in charge, writing out in extreme detail how you had to bear the responsibilities of the group members while they were out and about, partying, going out on dates etc.

however, you decided to go even further than just submitting an email.

it was the day of the presentation. as your lecturer sat in the front row seat alongside two other faculty members, you looked at your parasitic freeloading groupmates that were standing to your left.

“are you guys ready?” you asked in a quiet voice.

when they nodded their heads, you smiled as you pressed the clicker in your hand. anyone would have assumed your smile was that of an encouraging smile. you however, knew better.

as the first slide was projected onto the projection screen, the topic of the presentation was written in a big font while all four names of yours and your groupmates were written underneath it.

as you pressed on the clicker, one by one, the names of your groupmates began to be removed from the slide. the classroom was confused before catching on - you were calling out your group mates for being parasites.

your groupmates watched in a panic state as the students began whispering amongst themselves; the faculty members jotting things down on their clipboards.

once all the three names were removed with your name being the only one left on the slide, in a calm and collected voice, you said, “now, shall we begin the presentation?”

vernon remembered the proud expression you had when he met up with you the same day. “how’d it feel?” he asked, having helped you with your research and planned out the execution for the revelation of the free loaders.

“amazing!” came your reply with a beaming smile, satisfied.

“whatever happened to those three anyways?”

shrugging, you heard from some classmates that they had either gotten suspended or needed to retake the class. but, you didn’t care.

why would you?

if anything, you were glad you didn't have to deal with them for the rest of your studying years.

"hmm, fair enough," vernon responded before placing both arms on the table, leaning forward, "so, got any friday night plans?"

"if you're planning to drag me to a frat party-"

"not a frat party."

looking up from your laptop with an eyebrow raised, the boy just shoots you a smile - a smile that you can't help but feel suspicious of.

as you saved your work progress and shut down your laptop, vernon spoke again.

"have you heard of underground boxing?"

"i am not going to get in a boxing ring."

"you don't have to!"

once you've packed up your stuff and headed out of the library together, he explained more about the underground boxing.

it's a monthly event and is usually held somewhere in itaewon. when you mentioned that you didn't think vernon was the type to take part in these events, he replied with, "that's because i don't. a close friend of mine does and i usually go to support him with two other close friends!"

"and where do i play a part in this… support group?"

"don't hate me for this, okay? i just think that you could use some outdoor time, ya'know? i know you're introverted and want to hole up in your apartment the entire weekend, but it wouldn't hurt to try something new!"

you were silent for a moment.

"so, i'm a bore, is what you're getting at."

"what!? no! absolutely, not!"

when you let out a laugh at vernon's reaction, it had a few students around both of you stunned.

maybe it's due to your introverted nature that everyone assumed you'd be cold-natured too, black cat energy they call it.

but to vernon, he knew it wasn't the case. you just needed to be around the right people or in a setting you're familiar/comfortable with to be yourself.

'naturally introverted, selectively extroverted' as they called it.

"i'll go if you pick me up."

"does seven sound good to you?"

"yeap."

"aight, bet."

introverted ass: ik i should've asked this earlier

introverted ass: but is there like a dress code or smtg?

introverted ass: bcs i don't wanna show up looking extremely out of place

vrrnonie: casual should be okay

vrrnonie: maybe bring a jacket along

introverted ass: but it's a boxing match

introverted ass: wouldn't it be hot and stuffy from all that sweat

introverted ass: ?

vrrnonie: it's actually air conditioned, believe it or not

vrrnonie: and it's well ventilated too

vrrnonie: and there's not much people, dont worry

vrrnonie: the place can hold up to 100+ ppl

vrrnonie: but they usually only let in abt 70-ish?

vrrnonie: not wanting to be too stuffy, crowd control etc

introverted ass: so i'm assuming i can just wear my sweater and tights?

vrrnonie: yeapp

vrrnonie: reaching in 10 btw

introverted ass: wtf

vrrnonie: you can do your makeup in the car when we reach

vrrnonie: it doesn't start til 10pm so we can grab some dinner

introverted ass: again, wtf

vrrnonie: love ya bestie 😘

introverted ass: 🙄✋🏻

true to his word, vernon did show up ten minutes later at your apartment front door.

parking his mercedes-benz in one of the few empty spots, he then brought you to a diner he deemed to have the best burger in all of itaewon (of course that was after he let you finish doing your makeup, as he had promised you).

"so… how long have your friends been doing this whole underground boxing thing?" you asked, stabbing a few fries on a fork before shoving them into your mouth.

"oh, just one of them actually," vernon replied with his mouth half full of his beef burger. "wonwoo hyung acts as the manager while mingyu hyung and i are there as first aiders. occasionally, we'd help him train too. but, mingyu is the one he trains with since he works out more than i do."

"does this boxer friend of yours have a name?"

"i can't really say his actual name out here. but, his stage name is scoups!"

why does that stage name sound so familiar… you ponder.

it's now 1230am and you've been out way longer than you should be (technically, more like longer than you wanted).

by right, shou should now be on your bed, cuddled up in your blanket as you binge whatever series or movies are available on the many streaming platforms offered.

yet, here you are - in an underground boxing ring somewhere in itaewon all because your best friend had decided you should spend more time outside.

the match was nearing its final round and based on what you've heard from the people sitting beside you (vernon had left to go to the locker rooms where his friends were; but had assured you everyone is respectable and won't try anything weird. it didn't reassure you completely to be left alone in the crowd, but any kind of reassurance is acceptable at this point), it seems that the two final boxers would be JK and scoups.

(you had also taken a lot of toilet breaks due to the overwhelming feeling of being in a crowd for an extended period of time)

you still ask yourself why the name 'scoups' sound so familiar…

it was only when the loud cheers snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to shift your focus onto the ring that you finally realise why that name sounded so familiar.

because right in that boxing ring, stood an old face you've been longing to see for years.

choi seungcheol.

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[y-rhywbeth2]

...starting to dawn on me why the Chosen decided to utilise an army of mind control squids for world domination. Tadpoles, erasure of identity, and hive minds are fast and efficient, as these things go.

The job of the High Primate is managing the entire Bhaalist church in a region (in the case of the region around Baldur's Gate that should be the Western Heartlands) and trying to bring these regions under Bhaalist control. Bhaal having been out of commission for a good century (and the Gate being the only place known to have a temple), there's a lot of room for growth. Like, you're starting basically from scratch with the world's least useful sycophantic butler, a brainwashed half-brother, maybe a decrepit ex-priest or two at risk of keeling over from old age, and your niece (who hates you), and any overly excited serial killers you can find who are up for a new religion.

You'd be looking at pinning down Baldur's Gate first (that'll take at least a few years). Maybe using the Brethren of the Keen Strike to start spreading influence amongst the smaller, less important settlements and locations in the immediate region like Beregost (and Candlekeep maybe?)

But you're going to want to seize influence in Elturgard (Torm is their favourite god; good luck with that) and Najara (infiltrating a yuan-ti cult with another cult: good luck with that.). You might also be attempting to manipulate the elves of Evereska (they won't like that very much either).

And that's an insane amount of work. Except it's actually worse! Because Bhaal's instructions weren't just "I'm putting you in charge of my church in this region and want this area brought to heel."

Bhaal: I am making you my Chosen and High Primate, my prophet, the leader of my reborn faith, and my avatar upon this world.

Durge: So you want me to bring the entire Western Heartlands under your influence?

Bhaal: No.

Bhaal: The Entire World.

Durge, screaming internally: And how soon do you want this accomplished, Father?

Bhaal: Quickly.

Gortash probably has a similar job, but as a Banite I suppose world domination schemes are a hobby of his. I wonder how many schemes they went through before they decided on mind flayer empire, and who had the idea?

On the bright side, once you'd finished expanding your power far enough and have multiple temples and can start appointing individual Primates and Primistresses to manage them, you can make Orin Primistress of Baldur's Gate and she can kick you out of her room and maybe hate you a little less. (Well, no, but it might make things a little calmer while she plots against you? Or she'll shank you for presuming to "give her" the temple she sees as hers already.) Clergy usually live in the temples, and Bhaal's temples are described as fortresses that house the assassins: I think Orin lives in the temple too. Pretty sure she was born there. From her perspective you are very much freeloading in her house.

[miralyk]

love the drawings you've been making for desmond and alex, what's ghosts in the machine? first i see them crawling out of your screen and now everyone's angels devils or monsters, i don't know if i'm missing something!

ah man, think it's time to try to summarize everything and apologize LMAO;; ty for asking though, i should've made things less confusing! this will be a Pretty lengthy post for irl context/backstory and "actual au" info so be ready if you want to read everything!

(for starters, the title's just a pun on the philosophical phrase "ghost in the machine" interpreted Literally and taking inspiration from clay in ac revelations, since he Was a ghost in a machine and jokingly called "my guardian angel" by des, haha)

the short version: basically, "ghosts in the machine" is what i've called the au(?) where i just doodle silly "artist talking to her art muse(s)" stuff like these kinds of comics instead w me,, the ""art muse"" is whatever i'm hyperfixated on (currently desmond, the assassin brotherhood as a whole, and alex/prototype lmao):

the Full LONG version: when replaying prototype and ac awhile back, i also posted fanart on LOFTER (china’s local version of tumblr) and made a mainlander mutual/friend who drew fanart too, like her oc w the assassins in an animal shapeshifter 刺客信条乙女向 (assassin’s creed otome) au! as i’m vietnamese-american and she’s chinese, we use translators and send pictures/doodles to talk about the games and our days, and when i was replaying prototype, she started ac2 too and sent me this as commentary:

from there, whenever we’d text or send pics/art, it became a running joke of sorts to also include our ""game companions"" like that fanfiction thing of “author’s note where the author and fictional characters comment on the situation and/or talk to each other”, and my doodles also became us or our computers being accompanied by them LMAO;; that’s pretty much the origin and setting of the particular doodles; just the daily shenanigans and art struggles of an artist (me and her) talking to their art muses (characters from special interests) haunting them and their computers

as for the "supernatural" aspects, at some point desmond and alex got drawn an as angel and devil because i’ve had ridiculous “protected by a guardian angel” luck lately like surviving a car crash unharmed, they’re my favorites and associated with me, the motifs match the duo, etc, it's not really that deep and/or for a "Lore Reason";;

likewise, the brotherhood got drawn as ghosts to emphasize the “we/our computers are haunted by them” joke more, along with how my friend and i are both asian and used to like ghosts and ancestral worship casually being a part of our lives already LMAO (ig in the context of the au then, they’re basically desmond’s ancestral spirits disney-mulan-style that freeload off of his vietnamese protectee (me) for both spiritual veneration or "worship" like staying relevant in this modern age via fanart)

for example, i'm also considering drawing like altair, ezio, connor, and edward as the vietnamese four holy beasts just to play around, things like that! there's no special lore reason aside from just personal thoughts and "oh that'd be fun to draw", they just thematically fit well being four prominent “legends” and being desmond's ancestors, etc,, haha

at the end of the day, "ghosts in the machine" are just silly shenanigans of me drawing what's on my mind, from who/what i'm hyperfixated on (aka impromptu art muses for me), any thoughts/frustrations i have w daily life or drawing stuff,, and "hm this sounds cool, i could draw this design or Cool Thing" stuff. it's not really an au persay (plus i still really cringe and feel self-consciously wary about the embarrassing self-insert aspect of all this, help lmao), it’s just,, just silly personal scribblings that are kind of sharing an inside joke to everyone now, but i'm happy to know people still humor these silly drawings and are curious if there's more to it, thank you!

[dilf-rights-activist]

Another Life: part 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gender neutral reader

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the founder and CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the world. All the money in the world can’t buy love, something that Miguel so desperately needs, and the one thing that he could never afford. Or, the one where Miguel gets dumped by his freeloader partner and can only find solace in you, a down on your luck student with sweet drinks and an even sweeter smile.

Word count: 2k

Content: eventual sugar daddy AU, slow burn, coffee shop/bars, no use of (y/n), descriptions of financial hardship, Miguel is tired and is going through a break up (aw)

AO3 part 2 part 3 part 4

Miguel sighed as he watched the car of yet another failed relationship leave his property. He took a moment to wish his former lover well before closing the door, mechanical lock whirring quietly as it slid into place. The large man scrubbed a hand over his face before looking at the large boxes that littered his home, there was still a lot of unpacking to be done. He recently moved to a lavish penthouse in the Upper East Side to be closer to his office. He decided to indulge himself by going on a couple of dates with a number of (whom he formerly thought were) nice people. He thought it would have been different after his move, but every relationship he entered ended the exact same way. Being the CEO of a prolific tech company came with a number of risks, but it also came with a lot of money.

He sighed. A lot of money.

It was the same thing time after time, Miguel would meet an amazing person and spoil them rotten with anything they wanted; clothes, jewels, food, you name it. One week turned into two, into three, into months, enraptured in an unrequited embrace, only for him to find out that they were only using him for his wealth. He allowed himself to be manipulated by the charming smiles and whispers of his lovers, wanting so badly to believe that they deserved everything in the world. Desperate for anything to assuage the dark void that was slowly burrowing its way into his chest.

He needed a drink.

---

A sigh escaped your lips as you approached the end of your shift. It had been busy today at the bar; between running around serving tables and making drinks at the bar you barely had time to think. You were bussing one of the last remaining tables, figuring you’d get an early start on cleaning for the night. You picked up an empty glass, smiling to yourself; there were only 30 minutes left until closing, no customers left, and you could already hear your bed calling your name. You hummed softly, nothing could spoil your mood now.

“Hello. Table for one, please.” a quiet man said as he walked into the bar.

The glass in your hand almost shattered with the sheer force of your frustration alone.

A tall brunette man shuffled through the door of your workplace, ducking slightly as he did so. His broad frame filled out the entryway in its entirety, waiting politely. He glanced around the dim space, just now starting to notice the sheer lack of patrons and music.

“Shit, are you closed? I can go somewhere else,”

You checked your watch, 29 minutes to go.

Goddamnit.

“No, please. Come in,” You said in your best customer service voice, hoping you didn’t sound as tired as you felt. You were half hoping that the man would reject your invitation and walk out the door, never to be seen again.

He did not.

The man nodded and slowly made his way to sit at the bar,the poor stool squeaked dangerously under his weight.

“What can I get started for you, sir?” you wore an easy smile, looking to get this guy out as soon as possible.

He nodded as he settled into his seat. “What would you recommend?”

“That depends, how much are you hurting?” You took a brief moment to look at the brunette before glossing over the wide array of bottles you kept behind the bar.

“I’m not-“

“You walked in to drink at a random bar at 11:30 pm on a Tuesday. Men like you don’t do that unless they’re hurting.” You set down a bottle of whiskey onto the bar and threw him a crooked smile.

Large shoulders slumped as the man grimaced. “That obvious?”

“Just a little,” You held a glass up to the light to inspect it for spots before putting it on a napkin in front of the brunette before you. You uncapped the whiskey with ease and poured the amber liquid into the crystal glass, making sure to give the man a little extra for his troubles. “Wanna talk about it?” you asked, still working on his drink.

He chuckled softly, “What’s to tell? I just got dumped.”

You winced as you dropped a couple of ice cubes into his glass. “Ouch. I’m sorry.”

He held up a large hand. “Don’t be. It would have never worked out anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” you raised an eyebrow while peeling an orange “Why’s that?”

“That’s just how it is with me.” he said softly. You stopped working to look at him properly. His eyes were obscured by the shadows cast by the harsh contours of his face, but even in the dim light of the bar you could tell that they were a deep shade of crimson. His eyes held so much sadness in them, seeming to be permanently downcast.

Miguel was never one to talk about his issues, much less to a stranger, but tonight was different. He would allow himself to wallow just this once, to indulge in the cliché that is the sweet pity of a kind bartender.

“Y’know how it is. Get someone, and they’re really great. Until they aren’t.” he gave a half hearted laugh. “People just use me for...entertainment.”

You looked up at him, in awe at just how small the man managed to look at that moment. You garnished his drink with a curled orange peel and set it down on the bar. “Well, mister…”

“O’Hara.” he said. “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Well, Mister O’Hara, if I may be so bold. Every person who’s ever used you is an absolute shit bag and they don’t deserve your kindness. You’re on your way to bigger and better things and they’ll be sorry.” you smiled as you pushed his drink forward. “Old Fashioned.”

Miguel’s eyes fell from your smiling face to the golden drink in front of him. He didn’t typically drink an Old Fashioned, always thought they were too sweet.

“Thanks.” he smiled at you, the glass looked comically small in his large hands as he gingerly took a sip. Thick brows raised and he hummed softly, pleasantly surprised by the complexity of the complimenting flavors.

“Not bad.” He murmured into his glass before gently rolling it in between his palms. “What’s your name?”

“You’re gonna have to take me out if you wanna find that out, big guy.” You winked at him and he abruptly stopped fiddling with his glass, eyes widening comically.

“I-”

“I’m kidding!” you laughed at his reaction and told him your name. He went silent at the sound of it and repeated it to himself.

“What a nice name.” Miguel smiled while working on his drink.

“Thanks, it’s the only one I got.” you flashed him a grin and leaned on the bar. You were actually starting to enjoy his company, it’s a shame that he’d have to leave in a couple of minutes.

Before long Miguel finished his drink and thanked you for your service. He left a generous tip before saying one last goodbye over his shoulder. You waved him off before locking the door behind him, paying little mind to the strange feeling in your chest.

---

You flinched as your alarm clock rang on your bedside table. You turned your stiff neck to squint at the time; 5:45 am, you couldn't afford to press snooze again. You sighed heavily before turning the alarm off, turning to stare up at your cracking ceiling. Did you really need this job? Really and truly? What if you could just get 5 more minutes of sleep…

You glance at the clock again. 5:47. Now you really couldn't afford to stay in bed. You swung your legs over the side of the mattress, bristling slightly when your socked feet touched the cold ground. You went to the bathroom and took a brief moment to observe your reflection in the mirror, noting how the dark circles under your eyes made you look like a deranged racoon. Good. You thought, squeezing out some toothpaste. Maybe customers will be too scared to bother me today. After getting dressed you jogged down the stairs to get to your second job, a quaint cafe nestled in New York City’s East Village. You braced yourself during your commute, you would be facing the morning rush of caffeine starved corporate zombies that came in every weekday. You sighed, blowing air into your cold hands to warm them up a little.

“Hopefully they'll tip a little more this time” you thought wistfully as you walked into the subway station.

---

You let yourself in through the alleyway entrance of the cafe, sighing as you smelled baking bread.

“You’re late!” your boss half yelled from behind the counter. You shot him a wry smile and shrugged as you clocked in.

“Only by-” you glanced at your phone, “ten minutes!” you winced, maybe you should have jogged those last couple of blocks.

Peter B. Parker pouted at you and leaned against the clear dessert display case. “Whatever! Just help me prep, I have a feeling the rush is gonna be real bad.” You hanged your coat in the back hallway and winced, you really did feel bad about being late. Peter ran the cafe with his Aunt May, a fierce, kind woman who never hesitated to give you free desserts whenever you saw her.

You tore open a bag of coffee beans and grimaced, it was midterm season at the local universities, which meant that sleep deprived student after sleep deprived student would come in to get their hourly dose of caffeine. You bit your lip nervously as you thought about that huge essay you had yet to start for your own classes. You poured the beans into the espresso machine, half mindedly listening to the sounds as they filled up the small container.

You couldn’t go to school if you didn’t work, and you couldn’t work if you had to study! You were pulled out of your thoughts as you realized that you were now spilling coffee beans all over the bar. You swore quietly, working frantically to fix your mistake.

“You okay?” Peter asked from where he was stuffing napkins into a dispenser. You carefully scooped the remaining coffee beans into your hand and threw them away in a nearby compost bin.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Nice! Look alive, sunshine! We’re opening in 10.”

---

Miguel’s large hand rubbed at his tired eyes on his morning commute to the temporary office he’d be inhabiting until the construction on his new building was finished. He swallowed and looked at his phone, blinking at the time.

“6:30?” he muttered to himself, slowing his brisk walk to a slow stride. He didn't have to be at the office for another thirty minutes. Miguel adjusted the scarf on his neck as a movement caught his eye, he turned his head to see a tired looking man flip over a sign in the window of a nearby building to read “OPEN” in cute cursive letters. They made brief eye contact and the man in the window smiled and waved at him.

Miguel smiled and raised a hand in greeting, dark eyes looking up to read Cafe May above the window. Coffee, huh? He smiled lightly to himself, he supposed he could grab a couple of drinks for him and his employees, he did have the time to spare after all.

Miguel was just about to make a detour into the cute coffee shop he had discovered before his phone rang obnoxiously in his hand. Furrowing his brows, he looked down at the caller ID: Jessica Drew.

Shit.

Jessica wouldn’t call him if she didn’t have a reason for it. Miguel closed his eyes and sighed, he just wanted a quiet morning with coffee! Clearing his throat, he braced himself as he accepted the call.

“Hi, Jess.”

“Good morning, Miguel. Where are you?”

The brunette grimaced, right to the point. “East Village. Was there something you needed?” He heard the ruffling of papers and a small hum on the other line.

“Yeah. Tony Stark wants to hop on a video call within the hour to update you on the research he’s been running for the Arc Reactor.”

Large shoulders slumped as Miguel let out a small sigh. “Within the hour, huh?” He glanced at the warm cafe forlornly before making his way down the street towards the office.

“I’m on my way.”

Notes: Please do not talk to me about NYC geography, i looked at a map and nothing is consistent in my story lmao. I know Miguel is pretty OOC in this. He (at least in atsv) is not this kind, patient, or gentle. But he is sad! And that’s what they both have in common :) I think he was a geneticist in the comics, so he’d more than likely be running a lab or a bio tech company but…hey. I’ve released the second chapter to this story, but am unsure if I will continue, I guess it depends on how these first two parts are received. Thank you for reading, please lemme know what you think (if you want)

[boliv-jenta]

Sex worker!Max Lord x f!reader.

WC:1.7k

Warnings: Unprotected sex. A little angst.

Summary: There's that rule about not mixing business with pleasure. What happens when pleasure is your business? Max is about to find out.

Series Masterlist

Redrafting

Max turned your reaction over and over in his mind. It was obvious that control was a big issue for you.

All your interactions were on your terms. Even in the moment, you would control everything. Shifting your body to move him where you needed him. Or flat out ordering him to move. The money you gave him was good. Who was he to question your motives? Friday night rolled around. The scent of coconut met him at the door. The sight of you in your short robe that barely covered anything greeted him. 

"Come on in." The room had a few little candles dotted around. The ambient light was low. 

Max was inside and shrugging off his jacket as usual when you caught his arm. He stopped his movement and he left the jacket in place. 

"I want to apologise, Max. For the other day. It's not an excuse but I spent all day walking a tightrope at work. If I don't speak up I'm freeloading off the ideas of others. If I do speak up I'm a bitch. If I'm friendly I'm leading them on. If I'm not friendly enough I'm a frigid bitch. It's just hard being damned if you do and damned if you don't just because you happen to be female. I wanted to be the one in complete control for once." The longest sigh you let out tugged at his heart strings. "I understand if you want to stop this. There was no time frame in your contract. We can just stop."

Max continued to remove his jacket.

"I can understand how that must be difficult. I prayed on it before, that insecurity that society seems to hard wire into women. I had one steal for me, so I could get what I wanted, just by making her feel seen."

"Wow, it seems like we both have a mean streak. I guess we deserve each other." 

Max's lips parted in a silent question. "Obviously not like that." You waved a hand in dismissal. "Rule two still stands. But, I guess it wouldn't be so bad to loosen some of the other rules I've imposed on myself. I wouldn't mind if you took care of me again. You're a nice guy Max. I can see that. Even if you can't. If you're alright with it, I'd like to keep this going."

"It's more than alright with me."

With that a weight was lifted and you snapped back to your usual, confident self."Good. I was hoping we could try something different tonight."

The coconut candles continued into the bedroom. The scent reminded Max of drinks on the beach in the summer heat. The memories warmed his skin but nowhere near home much your next sentence did."I was thinking I could give you some control tonight." You dropped your robe leaving you bare to him without  a care in the world. "As always I have some rules. No missionary or similar intimate positions. The main one is that you come inside me."

Max's curiosity got the better of him. He decided to push his luck while you were being so open. "Why that rule in particular?"

"I don't know. It just does something for me. Everyone's got something. You clearly have a thing for praise, Pretty Boy." A flush burned his cheeks. "I don't know why you get so embarrassed about it. You are."

"Thank you." He looked even more embarrassed.

"Right, well this is feeling a bit too familiar. You wanna get to work?"

Max had asked a pretty damn good question. What was it about a man filling your cunt with his cum that drove you crazy? Could you still have a breeding kink if you didn't want kids? Was it the sinful waste that called to your lapsed Catholic upbringing? Something about it always felt naughty and wrong, even with you using birth control. The thought occupies you until Max decides he wants to take you from behind. And what a good choice it was. Max certainly knew his way around a vagina. He knew every spot to make you feel good and just how to hit it. He hit the last spot perfectly when he purred "Can I come inside you?"

It was your turn to beg for a change. "Please, Max. Give it to me. I need it."

It felt better than you remembered when he spilled inside you. Two large hands came to palm your breasts as he pulled you up flush to him.

The sounds Max made when he came made you want to double his fee. You had never heard a man get so lost in his enjoyment. He would moan deeply. Whimper your name when your touch was too much, which you made sure was often for Max. Always just pushing him just a little further to hear his panted whines and pleas. It was a rush to have such a man beg for you. 

When Max walked into a room people paid attention. They were attracted to him. Whether that attraction be physical or to his energy. When Max was in his element he could charm the birds out of the trees. You knew he was accused of being some sort of con artist. The details were fuzzy in your memory. It made sense when you saw the two men he was. The confident one he presented to the world was almost its own con. Sure, Max was confident but he didn't think he deserved anything that came with that confidence. The attraction. The admiring glances. The envy. The Max he let you make him during your time together was more comfortable in his skin. Ordering him around, making him beg for you, that seemed to be what he thought he deserved. That's where the aftercare came in, you wanted to show him what he truly deserves.

In your heart, you had so much love to share but no one to share it with. The job you moved her for took up most of your time. Aside from your Sunday night call to your parents, you didn't tell anyone you loved them. There were a few acts of service you did for your female friends at work but even then they had to be kept quiet. There was no room to show weakness if you wanted to move further up the company.

Max quivered, giving a final choked off whine as he pumped the last of his cum inside you. The sounds of him panting and cursing in Spanish made you smile. A smile played on his lips and dragged over your shoulder. He pressed the occasion kiss along the path he traced up your neck and behind your ear. For a moment he just pressed his head to yours, his arms still around you. His cock softening inside you. Post coital bliss settled under your skin as Max settled over it. You should move. This was too close to something more intimate. You would just let him catch his breath then send him away. When Max's breathing settled, you turned your head to dismiss him. That was a mistake. Those captivating brown eyes caught you in them. Caught in their trap you stayed where you were, saying nothing. Just being there, lips hovering so close to him. It wouldn't take much to lean in. To fall into him. To let the feelings in your chest rule over the thoughts in your head. You knew he would be so soft with you if you asked him. Even without being paid. 

The line came into focus. He was being paid. This was a job for him, nothing more. You had bought a service that you needed. 

"Max, why don't you go get a shower?" He looked a little confused. Almost always you had him make you come at least twice, he hadn't even achieved that once, your bare pussy being too much for him, before running him a bath. Reluctantly he obeyed.

Once you heard the shower running, you lay yourself down to finish what Max had started. There was no way you could have his hands on you in your current emotional state. Dipping your fingers inside you felt Max's cum gathered there. A few times you ran your fingers through it aimlessly just enjoying knowing you were full of him.

Max's heavy footsteps on the fall drew you attention. "I'm sorry. I was just coming to ask if you were sure you didn't need anything else."

Fuck, he was pretty. He was naked and willing. And sweet. And charming. And caring. Would it be so bad just to fall a little, to land in his arms? It didn't have to be a marriage proposal. It didn't even have to be for more than one night. Just for once you could be soft. Not just in your care for him but by letting him care for you.

"Take care of me, Max. Please."

His broad form pressed you heavily into the bed as he lay on top of you. The feel of him grounded you. He hadn't stopped kissing you since he climbed on top of you. Your lips tingle from it. His nimble, clever fingers brought you closer to orgasm by the second. 

When you came you moaned a single word against his mouth. "Max."

Gently he worked you through the aftershocks until he could start on another orgasm. "Look at you, letting me take care of you. I know it's hard. You're so strong all of the time. You don't need to be with me. I can be whatever you need."

That was food for thought. Maybe a new contract could be drawn up. One with rules on how far his care was allowed to go. All too soon you were arching into his touch again. "Oh my god. So good, Max. Max. Ahh." The second climax was stronger than the first. It spread through your whole body, systematically wiping out every part of you until you were a compliant mess for him. So compliant that you didn't say a word as he took you to the still running shower. Or even when he rutted his now hard cock against your ass. Or when you guided him inside you to finish again, you combined moans echoing a chorus in the confined space. The silence continued as he helped you dry off and wrapped you in your bathrobe. It still carried on when he slipped you into bed before climbing on top of the sheets and wrapped his body around yours. Sleep found you so fast that night.

The next morning you awoke to an empty bed. A fresh glass of water and one of your legal pads sat on the nightstand. Picking the pad up you looked at the heading, writing in neatly scrawling cursive and underlined.

My new terms.

[atopvisenyashill]

What kind of jobs do you think asoiaf characters would have in the real world?

jon - history podcaster, famous in lefty circles, robb keeps begging him to get a real job so the stans of his haters stop review bombing robb's law practice

dany - political twitch streamer, they have beef bc jon is an anarchist and dany is an ML.

barristan - he's an econimist and a landlord and dany gets dragged constantly for being friends with him and retweeting his shitty medium articles.

grey worm - he has A Real Job as a low level agriculture engineer but he does political commentary in his free time which is why he's friends with dany & barristan.

arya - runs a coffee shop and is everyone's favorite manager because she's super chill and drives them to protests on her days off. has a burner twitter account and ratioed barristan online once.

sansa - a small business owner that has one of those cute little storefronts where four or five small businesses band together to be one shop.

robb - has a law practice doing something Important like immigration help or something. lives in a nice apartment above his practice.

theon - literally just freeloads at robb's apartment.

jeyne westerling - receptionist at robb's practice, the power dynamic IS weird but also kind of sexy. they are both clearly fucking theon as well, ned has no idea this is happening and keeps asking about grandkids even tho jeyne has an IUD.

catelyn - she clerked for a scotus judge and she is NOT modest but she IS modest about the thanksgiving she spent at RBG's house. her instagram is dedicated to promoting sansa's business because she is sooo proud.

jeyne poole - the only non nepo baby in the group who lucked out in befriending two rich girls in the art fair circuit and got a storefront with them.

loras tyrell - think mayor pete but with more personality.

margaery tyrell - the third business owner with sansa & jeyne, but she uses her mother's maiden name so no one associates her with her brother's tacky lib poitics or accueses her of being a nepo baby (she definitely is, but she takes the accussation personal)

renly baratheon - a fed from a family of feds, and the FACE of a pinkwashing campaign

cersei & tyrion - political family but for local politics like the daleys or cuomos or castro brothers (as in joaquin and julian). they fucking hate loras for primarying tywin from the center and winning but also lowkey hate each other because they both want Tywin's seat as like, Lieutenant Governor or some shit.

jaime lanniser - was supposed to be in politics but got ptsd from his time in the military and became a professional hater and freeloader until brienne talked him into getting a degree and helping people instead of just giving donations to charity for tax write offs.

brienne of tarth - i have no idea what she does but she works for a non profit and is solidly middle class as a child.

the martells - they own a local chain grocery store and they have a rivalry with arya but they keep it classy. oberyn posts thirst traps all the time and doran made him put 12 disclaimsers on every social media profile about not speaking for the store but otherwise he does what he wants. yeah man pour milk over your tiddies for charity who gives a fuck.

[victoria-writes]

Yoo can I ask for all saints street nick X reader pretty please ????

Absolutely, I love him so much. Banged this one out super quick so apologies for any mistakes.

Nick Hoult x Reader (All Saints Street)

Let Me Stay!

Pairing: Nick Hoult x Reader

Word Count: 791

Summary: Nick won't stop coming to your apartment. Can be read as an established relationship or the beginning of one. Reader is a slight tsundere.

Read it on AO3 here too

Story:

“You’re home!” 

“Get out of my apartment”

You glare at the devil as he lays sprawled out on your couch with a bag of popcorn in his arms. The TV is playing a show you’ve never seen before.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss. I know you’ve been dying to see me.”, he pushes his luck.

All you wanted to do was kick your shoes off, flop onto the couch, and sleep after a long day at work. Someone was making that very difficult. It really is your fault for being so nice to the jerk in the first place.

You had walked past Nini’s apartment and seen Nick sitting on the steps outside of the building with his head in his hands. You were by no means strangers and you had met him plenty of times before when you were invited over, being a friend of Ira and Nini. He was flirty, loud, messy, and a bit too handsy at times. But, he was nice. You fought against your urge to keep walking and mind your business. You really should have. Mistake number one.

“You okay?”

He looked up at you with glossy eyes that almost seemed to say “do you really care?”. 

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t realize you were coming by today.”, his Aussie accent dancing on each word. 

“I’m just passing through. You look like you’ve had a tough day.” 

Nick went on to tell you about the argument he had with Lynn, where Lynn accused him of being a slob (right), loud (right), not paying rent (right-o), and eating his food (right again). Lynn had told him to high-tail it out of there before he purified him out of anger. Yeesh. 

“I just wanted to stay with my brother! Is that so bad? I’ve no where else to stay.” 

As much as you agree with Lynn, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the demon. A pang of empathy rang through your heart at his brotherly love. Mistake number two. 

“You can crash at my place”. 

His goat ears perked up at your words as the corners of mouth formed a smile. 

“Really?”

Ever since then, Nick has taken a liking to hanging out in your apartment whenever Lynn kicks him out. Which brings us back to Nick lounging about. You sigh and slip off your shoes. You walk towards the couch. 

“Why are you here?”

“Lynn is one of his moods again.”

“Maybe he’d like you better if you paid rent or cleaned up around the house”.

“I don’t live there”.

“You don’t live here either. Get out, freeloader”, you say sharply as you push his legs off the couch. 

Nick holds onto his popcorn for dear life, trying not to spill it everywhere from the sudden movement. 

“Hey!”

“Out!” 

He put the bag of popcorn down on the coffee table and raises his hands in surrender, “Listen, I just thought you could use some company. You’ve been cooped up all the time lately. Haven’t seen you at the flat for months”.

“I visited last week. I don’t come by every day because that’s rude, intrusive, and I have work.”

“Last week? How come I didn’t see you?”

“I don’t think you were home.”

“You came by and didn’t even wait for me?”, from the tone of his voice you’d think you had stabbed him. Pure betrayal. 

“Nick, be for real”. 

“So you didn’t miss me at all? Not a little?”

You wavered.

“I… didn’t say that”.

“So you did miss me!”, he approached you cheerfully now that you were both standing.

“I didn’t say that either”, scrunching your face. 

He hugged you tightly, his strong arms wrapping around your frame. The warmth of his body enveloped you in a way that made you cozy and dizzy at the same time. He smelled of cinnamon and cigarettes. He felt like home.

“Ugh get your buttery popcorn fingers off of me.”

Nick knew you didn’t mean it but he let go anyway. He stands too close for comfort and your heart beats loudly in your throat as you struggle to pull yourself together. He looks down at you lovingly, anticipating your next words. 

“Fine, fine, fine. You can stay, but don’t make a mess like last time.” 

He smiles at you as his tail twists into a heart shape.

“Thank you, my love”.

“Yeah, yeah”, you mutter flopping onto the couch. Ah, plush softness at last. You sit up slightly and leave room for Nick to sit beside you. You drape your legs over his lap. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. The fabric of his shirt feels soft as it grazes the skin of your arm. 

“Change the channel”.

[citrus-soda]

oh oh oh! R and P!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom and R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

My fave platonic relationship has got to be Dororo and Koyuki's friendship. It's a shame the main focus is on Keroro n Fuyuki because honestly? While it is super cute I think there's sooo much interesting potential in the dynamic between Dororo and Koyuki. Like uuuuu. Their time in the ninja village... the time they spent hunting hostile aliens together.... I'm so fascinated!

Perhaps it's not that it's my fave for what it is, but for what it could be?

For R... I think I mentioned to you once that I was messing with a FriendSwapAU for KG... I might as well just elaborate on it! Prepare for a long post. I'll use a readmore to keep it neat.

As the title implies, the Human and Keronian friendships are swapped!

Tamama is pals with Natsumi

Giroro ends up crash landing onto Momoka’s estate

Kururu is friendly with Fuyuki

Dororo is found injured in an alley by Saburo

Keroro is found half-dead in the forest by Koyuki

Tamama crashes on the grounds of the Hinata sibling's school, and is discovered by Natsumi when he sneaks in to raid snacks! He would be the first Keronian the kids meet in the AU.

Initially, Natsumi is the first to run into him during sports practice. She freaks the fuck out and throws her lunchbox at him, which Tamama gladly picks up before he runs away.

After practice, she goes home and spills the details to Fuyuki. Of course, Fuyuki immediately suggests the two go back to school that night to try and find the mysterious creature.

Upon sneaking back into school, Natsumi and Fuyuki search around, to no luck, before Tamama manages to corner them in a stairwell. The situation seems dire... but it turns out that Tamama ate the lunch Natsumi chucked at him and he LOVED it. By the power of anime and tasty home cooking. He admits that he's lost and sad and may I pwease have some more food. Look at me I'm so cute you just can't say no to me. (Tam just wants more of that tasty Earth food.)(Freeloader!!!!!)

Fuyuki is on board immediately and begs Natsumi to take Tam with them, but she refuses. Tamama ends up following them home anyway, and when they all run into Aki she dotes on Tamama sorta like how she did with Keroro in canon. The Tammy distribution system, everyone. (Freeeeloaderrrrrr)

Anyway, they keep Tamama at home under the guise of keeping the public from finding out about him, while Tamama is happy to get free food and adoration. One day, Tam declares that he needs to find his comrades, and it goes from there. 

Tam is very very cute, but he’s also a little shit, he and Natsumi squabble a lot. Natsumi thinks Tamama is cute, nice when he wants to be, but also kinda a pain. Tamama likes Natsumi’s cooking, likes her fun big-sister side, but hates when she nags him.

The two have a bit of a rivalry going on as they both are fairly strong for their species. They like tusslingggggg.

Technically, Tamama is more of the Hinata family's counterpart alien than he is JUST Natsumi’s. Sorta like how Keroro is ultimately the Hinata’s in canon, even if Fuyuki is touted as being his best friend.

(I'm basing a lot of their dynamic on a manga translation of a chapter where Tamama helps the Hinata siblings cook dinner after Natsumi cuts her hand. He gets along with them rather well!)

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At first you wouldn’t expect Giroro and Momoka to get along, but they make for a surprisingly good team. Giroro is initially apprehended by Momoka’s bodyguards when he crashes onto NPG property, and he puts up a hell of a fight to escape. He gets injured and on his way through the mansion he runs into Momoka. Running on fumes and being caught unawares by her unassuming appearance, Giroro gets beat pretty soundly. His life, however, is spared by Momoka under the condition that he becomes a part of her bodyguard force. And if he promises to meet Fuyuki. A girl's got her agenda!!

Thoroughly humbled by Momoka’s crazy warrior spirit, Giroro agrees and ends up living at the mansion as Momoka’s sparring partner / bodyguard / feral spicy alien frog thing.

Giroro ends up being a pretty decent guard dog. Momoka learns about warrior’s honor and how to use grenades. 

Imagine Giroro grumpily having a high tea. He hates its he hates it ughhh.

GIRORO you will eat the petit-four and you will LIKE IT

For like the first year, Giroro sleeps in his tent outside before he can finally be coaxed inside. Then he just sets up his tent on the floor of a guest room. The road to domestication is a long one.

This is purely for the sillies but Giroro is forced to follow the NPG army dress code and wears NPG body armor when he’s at the mansion. He was a little ball of anger the entire time he got measured for that suit. Fuck you Paul.

At first Giroro is kinda embarrassed and tries to justify his capture to the other Keronians by saying that he's at the mansion to study how the NPG private army is run, or that he's studying earth weaponry. This tapers off after a while.

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Dororo and Saburo initially meet on one of Saburo’s late-night excursions. After being hit by a car, Dororo hides for a few days in a nearby alleyway that just so happens to be a hang-out spot of the young DJ. No one comes to save him until Saburo, cool as ever, takes Dororo in and patches him up.

Saburo would take an interest in the alien Dororo, who latches on to this crumb of recognition gladly. When you so often get forgotten and overlooked, having your friendship being sought out is. Amazing. Once Dororo is fully healed, he decides to stay with Saburo and keep him company, and I personally think the two would get along well. Apparently they like playing shogi together in the manga. Cuteee.

I’d argue that canon Dororo’s ninja lifestyle isn't too dissimilar to his old assassin ways, which is why it fits him so well. Considering that, AU Dororo takes longer to adjust to a purely civilian life. However, just as canon Dororo learns to love Earth’s natural beauty and the traditional culture of Japan, AU Dororo learns to love the beauty of Earth’s cities, and Japan’s contemporary culture. Thanks to Saburo, he develops an interest in modern poetry, as well as dance and music. Dororo and Saburo would totally do parkour together, convince me otherwise. 

Enjoys street fashion. Uses either a fashion facemask or a painter’s mask to cover his mouth. He dresses like a splatoon character….

Still hates litterbugs and carbon emissions.

Technically, canon Zeroro chose the name Dororo for the area he was rescued in, so if Zeroro was rescued in an alleyway… he probably wouldn’t have the name Dororo. For clarity’s sake, he’s still called Dororo in the AU.

You ever try to read an AU where the character’s names get switched around because of the circumstances of the AU? That shit is CONFUSING.

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Honestly it was hard to separate Fuyuki from Keroro but I think Fuyuki and Kururu is a very funny combo. When Kuru eventually joins the team, Fuyuki just sorta gravitates to him.

Fuyuki’s fascination with aliens and the occult pretty much overrides his common sense at times so I think he’d be very wowed by Kururu’s smarts and constantly asking him about Keron and space in general. Kuru hates all the questions at first but he secretly ends up liking the attention and feeling wanted.

Kururu definitely lies to Fuyuki for shits and giggles. He loves to point at whatever crap magazine Fuyuki’s reading and say shit like “mothman’s actually my brother in-law”. Both Fuyuki and Natsumi are the targets of Kururu’s pranks. As a byproduct of this, Fuyuki becomes less of a pushover.

Still a little bastard but a bastard with pals now

Kururu won’t do chores like canon Keroro does but he’ll tinker with electronic devices around the house to “improve efficiency”. This is often done without permission. The Hinata’s washing machine now plays car crash sound effects when the laundry is done. Natsumi hates it so much. 

Kururu is a tricky character to write for since he can be unpredictable, but I do think my idea works. He can be friend.

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And the final set, the one that gave me the most trouble....

Keroro and Koyuki!

This is like such a far-flung idea but. I really think i can make it work. Keroro and Fuyuki are pals why??? Fuyuki pretty much just looked at this alien and said “hey lets be friends” and ol’ insecure Keroro was like. Damn. friends? With me? Sniffle sniffle ok….??

Koyuki is honestly fairly friendly too! She likes having friends! She probably runs into Keroro like half dead of starvation in the forest, thinks he's a kappa, picks his 12lb ass up and takes him home. Talking all the while about how he’ll be ok and hey what's it like being a yokai.

Keroro was going stir-crazy being all on his lonesome in the big, dark forest, so he kinda latches on to Koyuki. Totally cries.

He has a hard time fitting in at shinobi village at first, since it’s far removed from all the modern convenience and entertainment he loves so much. Keroro… HATES being left alone with his thoughts. He likes to do stuff with his hands! He tries to keep busy however he can during his healing process. He picks up on traditional Japanese cooking, and maybe in a fit of desperation he tries making his OWN gundam to fill the plastic-model shaped hole in his heart. And by ‘own gundam’ I mean, like made of sticks and acorns. Whittling.

Bud does chores old fashioned style washin laundry in the river. Chatting with Koyuki-dono.

All the while he’s being eaten up inside by his thoughts. The kindness of Koyuki. His plans of invasion. Why did no-one come for him? Once he leaves the village, (will he leave?) what’s his plan? Has he been assumed dead? Oh he’s totally legally dead now isn’t he. His days in the Shinobi village are both freeing, since he has no invasion tasks and is just chillin in the beauty of nature, yet also INCREDIBLY hectic with his self-imposed routine he’s come up with to keep his mind off of things. Denial is a river in Egypt.

He wonders if anyone cried at his funeral.

When the ninja eventually split for the modern world, He tags along with Koyuki since hes got no other options. He really pushes for Koyuki to get out there and finally experience society. It’s mostly a ruse to get her to take him gundam shopping or to the movies but. They do bond over it. Both of them are learning about Earth’s society together. They find comfort in the fact that they both feel like outsiders.

When it’s revealed to Keroro that the rest of the platoon is still on Earth, Keroro keeps his presence a secret for a bit longer, as he tries to come up with a decent plan to explain where he’s been and why he’s made no progress. Oh my god is he suffering. It just eats him up inside. "Why did no one come to save me?"

In the time that Keroro has been MIA, Kururu naturally has been the platoon’s acting leader and most of their tasks have been related to finding Keroro.

His star-badge got fucked in his crash-landing so that's why it's taken so long.

The two do end up fighting against other invader races like Koyuki and Dororo did in canon! Koyuki is the one doing most of the fighting though, while Keroro provides her intel into the different kinds of aliens.

Keroro justifies this to himself by thinking that, if he eliminates some of the competition early on in the game, It’ll go towards the invasion effort and keep his platoon + HQ off his ass. Are you sure it isn’t because you’ve grown to like Earth, Keroro?

After he reunites with the team, he still lives with Koyuki since he'd feel bad leaving her in her hut alone, so he essentially would commute to the secret base under the Hinata house.

...Whew! Talk about a word avalanche. I hope this made sense!

[violetlunette]

Something that I really like about Isekai/time reversal stories is when they show that it’s okay not to forgive a toxic person and that it’s okay to cut them out of your life, regardless of whether they’re a former lover or even a family member. Don’t get me wrong, forgiveness can be a wonderful thing, but I think it’s important to show that if someone hurts you and crosses your boundaries time and time again, it’s okay to leave them behind, no matter the relationship.

The most recent example I’ve come across is “I just want to mooch off your luck.”

While the story has its flaws, I love how the MC draws a line with her neglectful family and leaves them. She doesn’t try to manipulate them into loving her with knowledge of the future or such. She decides, “You know what? I deserve better than this,” and she cuts them out of her life.

Even when they try to force her back, she stands her ground. She doesn’t attack or lash out; she just makes it clear that she’s done with them and lives her life happily. Even with a guy she used to love, she makes it clear that’s over. She doesn’t beat around the bush; instead, she tells him straight up, “I don’t like you anymore.” It’s just such a catharsis for me after seeing so many leads trying to “earn” love from their abusive and sometimes genocidal families.

[lianchuann]

我就想蹭你的气运

[shadow-and-purgatory]

Petrification of the Mind, Ch. 1

Read it here on AO3!

Word Count: 2018

so, this is my first lego monkie kid fic, I saw that there was a lack of Tang content, so. I made my own. this is a "tang gets possessed by lbd" AU :) enjoy!

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It all starts out innocently enough. Tang gets an email from one of his students.

“Hello Professor. I hope this email finds you well. I’m emailing you to ask if you’re already booked for your late afternoon office hours, and if not, I’d like to schedule an appointment for that time. There are some things I need to ask you about. They’re of a personal nature, and easier to explain in person than via email. Please let me know whether that’s amenable. I’ll see you at 4.”

Tang writes a response saying that yes, 4 should work just fine, as well as expressing his concern, and is everything okay? This concern follows him through the day. Towards the end of the day, he sends Pigsy a text to let him know that he has an appointment with a student at 4, and he doesn’t know how long it’s going to take, but at the absolute latest, he’ll be at the shop around 5. ‘Can I expect a big bowl of noodles all ready and waiting for your favorite customer when I get to the shop?’ he tacks on with a fond smile. 

‘dont push your luck, freeloader’ is Pigsy’s quick response, which Tang takes to mean yes. 

Finally, it’s the end of the day. Tang is in his office doing some last minute tidying up, and making sure that any files he thinks might be relevant are already pulled up on his computer. It’s rare for any of his students to ask to meet with him outside of class, and he struggles to remember if there are any special procedures that he might be forgetting. Should he take notes? He grabs a notebook and pencil just in case.

At the exact moment that his clock changes to 4, there is a knock on his door, polite and practiced. Punctual. “Come on in,” he calls out, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The door opens and his student walks in. She smiles, and though there is nothing off about the smile that he can discern, Tang has to suppress a shiver. There’s a faint click, almost inaudible.

He smiles warmly, shaking off the sudden bout of unease. He gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk. “Please, feel free to have a seat.” 

“Thank you, Professor.” She pulls the chair out, sits down, and scoots it back in. Tang winces at the slight screech as the legs of the chair scrape against the floor. Apparently noticing this, the girl’s eyebrows furrow, and then her eyes widen. “Oh, no, I’m really sorry,” she apologizes, looking at the table sheepishly.

Tang waves it off. “Don’t sweat it, it happens all the time,” he says dismissively, and she instantly returns to form. 

Tang studies her, looking for any sign of what might be going on. Between her rigid, almost formal posture and her serene facial expression, nothing about her betrays any clues as to what she wanted to ask him about. He waits for her to say something, but she just stares at him, silent and still and unblinking (has she blinked once this entire time?), a placid little smile on her face, and an almost expectant look in her eyes, as though she were the one waiting on him, instead of the other way around.

He glances at his computer. “I’m looking at the gradebook now, and it looks like your grades are consistently good in my class, if that was what you were worried about?”

“It’s not.”

“Oh. Well, was there something we covered in class that you didn’t under–”

“No.” 

“O-oh, then is there… you said that what you wanted to talk about was of a personal nature? Are you having any problems at–”

“No, no, nothing like that.” She’s still smiling that same little smile, now tinged with just a hint of amusement.

Tang huffs out a sigh of annoyance, trying to keep himself composed and patient. He’s getting the creeps, he’s hungry, and he’s getting sick of this guessing game. “Well, alright then. I’m no mind reader, so… what can I do for you?”

Her face lights up with triumph, as though he’d said some magic words. Tang shivers, and not just because it feels like the temperature in his little office has plummeted ten degrees in a matter of seconds. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked.” 

The overhead lights flicker. 

Once. 

Twice. 

And then the two of them are plunged into darkness, save for an eerie blue glow, casting strange, twisting shadows. 

“Wh–what’s going on?” Tang stands up, suddenly aware that he’s in a very bad situation. He needs to get out of here, who, or what is sitting across the table from him, but it’s definitely not his student, what’s the fastest way out of the building.

“You know, I think that you can do a great deal to help me.”

Tang quickly weighs his options, and bolts for the door, knocking over his chair in the process. If he can just get to the stairwell… There’s a twinge in his ankle, which he ignores. His hand closes around the doorknob and the door doesn’t open because it’s been locked. His hands shaking, he fumbles with the lock that he always has to fiddle with a little bit because it always gets just a little bit stuck, and theresahandonhisshoulder. Slowly, he looks up. The thing that is most definitely not his student stands beside him, smiling. He hadn’t heard her get up, hadn’t seen any movement in his periphery. 

“Leaving so soon?” She tilts her head to the side, a mockery of earnest curiosity. “You know, try as we might, none of us can escape destiny.”

Tang stares at her, searching for any sign of kindness or mercy. He meets her gaze, and he has the sudden sense that he is face to face with something that is absolutely ancient. And there is no warmth behind her eyes. 

He finally feels the fiddly, jammed lock click give with a little click. 

“We all have our parts to play.” Her smile widens, and although he knows he heard her say it, Tang suddenly isn’t sure whether she opened her mouth to speak. “I must thank you for playing yours, Professor.”

And then everything goes cold.

--------

“-and against my better judgement, I went and made sure there was a bowl of noodles waiting for him, just like he asked! And then he doesn’t even show! He’s already a freeloader, but wastin’ food is–” Pigsy doesn’t finish the thought, instead slamming his cutting board down on the counter a little harder than is strictly necessary.

MK shrugs. “Maybe something came up,” he suggests, eyeing the kitchen implements. 

“Did his phone explode? He could’ve said somethin’!” Pigsy begins chopping the vegetables angrily. “Ooh, just wait ‘til the next time I see him, I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!”

“Speaking of,” MK begins, looking around, “where is Mr. Tang, anyways? I thought he didn’t teach any classes on Wednesdays, and he’s normally here before I am in the mornings.”

Pigsy blinks, briefly putting his violence against the carrots that are in front of him on hold. “Hey, you’re right,” he says, frowning. “It’s not like him to miss a meal.” 

It’s at this moment that Tang walks in. He takes a seat at his usual stool, and any trace of concern Pigsy might’ve had evaporates.

“TANG!” he shouts, attacking the carrots with renowned vigor. “You got a lotta nerve showin’ up here like everything’s normal after you were a total no-show last night! I oughta cut you off, I oughta blacklist your name, I oughta– ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?”

This entire time, Tang hasn’t reacted, just staring off into space. At this, though, he blinks and shakes his head as if to clear it. “Er. Sorry, what was that last thing you said?” He smiles earnestly at the pig-man.

“I SAID–” Pigsy starts to give his tirade again. Then he pauses as he looks at Tang, and fully takes in his friend’s demeanor for the first time since he walked in. It’s clear that something is amiss.

In all the time that Pigsy has known him, Tang has never been much of a stickler for the way he looks. Nearly all of his clothes are simple, putting comfort and sensibility first, and fashionability last. Despite Mei and MK’s (but mostly Mei) infrequent efforts to diversify Tang’s wardrobe, he always wound up picking the same colors, patterns, materials, and styles that already occupy the majority of his closet. His looks have just never been all that big of a deal for him, that much is undeniable. 

All that being said though, it is also undeniable that Tang takes a certain amount of pride in his appearance. His outfits and features might not be all that much of a factor to him, but he always looks put together, simply because Tang likes feeling put together.

“Whoa Mr. Tang, is everything okay? You look like shit.”

“MK!”

“What?” MK puts his hands up defensively. “If I looked the way that he looks right now, that’s totally what he’d say to me and you know it.”

Pigsy rolls his eyes, sighing. And yet, as he looks his friend up and down, he can’t help but agree with the kid. Tang does look like shit.

His hair is an absolute mess, going in every which way and sticking straight out to one side in a bedhead so impressive that Pigsy wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he somehow rolled out of bed and straight into the noodle shop. His clothes are wrinkled, like he’d slept in them, or possibly like he put them on after they’d been crumpled up on the floor for a week. The frames of his glasses don’t quite hide the dark circles under his eyes.

“...hey, you okay?” Pigsy asks softly, worry creeping into his voice. “You aren’t lookin’ so hot.”

Tang waves him off. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he assures. “I just… I slept like absolute garbage last night.” As if to prove his point, he yawns. 

“You sure?” Pigsy says skeptically.

“Oh, sure I’m sure.” Tang smiles. “Don’t you worry about me! I’ll be up and at ‘em in no time at all!” He says it with noticeably more pep, though Pigsy isn’t convinced that Tang didn’t inject it into the statement as a way of reassuring himself and MK. Still, he lets it go for the time being.

True to his word, though, for the rest of the morning, Tang is significantly more present. He engages in conversation, cracks jokes, and generally seems to be more himself. 

In the early afternoon, there’s something of a lull while MK is out making a delivery.

“Say, Tang,” Pigsy begins as he packs the next round of delivery orders.

“Yes, Pigsy?”

“What did happen last night?” 

“Last night…?” It seemingly takes a moment for the question to parse, but when it does, Tang’s eyes widen and he claps a hand to his mouth. “Last night! Oh, no, I completely forgot! I’m really sorry, Pigsy.” He looks distraught. 

Pigsy sighs. “It’s- fine, but what happened, Tang?”

“Well, I told you I had that student appointment yesterday–”

“You also said it wouldn’t go any later than 5,” Pigsy reminds him.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Tang says with a frown. After Pigsy gestures for him to go on, he continues. “It wasn't supposed to. Really, 5 was the absolute latest it would go. But then it– it ended up being…” He hesitates, pulling his scarf tighter, like he’s cold. “Not what I assumed it’d be. I had to stay later, so I could deal with it.” He mumbles the last bit. 

“Well you could’ve said something.”

“I didn’t think of it.”

“...alright,” Pigsy says after a long moment. “Just… let me know next time, yeah?”

“You got it!” Tang smiles at him before going back to slurping his noodles. 

Pigsy returns the smile, trying to shake the brief chill he feels.

[beardedmrbean]

So Yasuke discourse back, and I just realize why

Black Americans are taught to HATE the core of the USA because the treatment of us. I mean my feelings towards my country is complex…but where this idea we were never taught this?

I’m sorry were you asleep in history class after the 5th grade?

I mean have you seen Emmett Till Corpse? My community was terrified for generations for black boys like me.

But anyways black supremacists latch onto other cultures like Japan and such for validation. Rather than our own people who survived and found success even in hard times America

Also this post https://www.tumblr.com/someoneintheshadow456/728775975508344832/i-think-one-of-the-biggest-differences-between

It two fictional historical stories, but remind when I saw a actress on the view being shocked she have slave owners ancestors

Despite being half Puerto Rican

And in her 30’s-40’s

I’m sorry does that chick think real life a Disney film?

Also about the samurai thing, yes people glamorize them like FX Shogun

But the Japanese (especially in counterculture as most mangakas are the descendants of the people the samurai oppressed. Oops, someone didn’t get the memo) acknowledged their samurai ancestors caused them significant issues especially with the isolation and stagnation the Tokugawa caused

Also I suspected but check wiki, the imperial Japanese army was heavily based off samurai culture 😬

And given the horrors they committed…

But anyways like I hinted at, the Japanese acknowledged their ancestors were complex people. But also acknowledged the flaws, because we can see it. Like people complain about how the late dbz creator draw black people

The thing is I heard some Japanese people don’t even a black person irl until their 30’s fuck I’m going too long

But at least get Japanese don’t have socialists in positions of influence and power that treat a book made by a antisemitic freeloader that rape his maid and let that offspring died poor less like the Bible.

Also another thing I notice in my abuse healing. If you don’t make some form of piece with what your abuser did to you.

Your shit out of luck at understanding history. Random but stuff I been noticing with Japanese culture and handling of others maybe another anon because an important figure in the pokemon community said something that shocked him while visiting nyc in the 2000’s.

Black Americans are taught to HATE the core of the USA because the treatment of us. I mean my feelings towards my country is complex…but where this idea we were never taught this? I’m sorry were you asleep in history class after the 5th grade?

The scripted 'how come they never taught us this in school' followed by 'you know' is one of the most infuriating things to show up and signal the beginning of discourse.

Texas isn't going to teach about slavery, Florida is going to teach that it wasn't so bad, are both statements I've seen allegedly educated people say, Texas most certainly will teach about it and the comment from Florida is that some slaves learned trades that helped them when they were free, like blacksmithing and coopering still not a statement in praise of anything, just a statement of fact.

They absolutely taught that stuff in school,

True you likely didn't learn about Bass Reeves which would be why people are so willing to believe The Lone Ranger was based off of him now, that would be also because they don't know about The Lone Ranger either, (there is some crossover and they likely pulled some from Bass)

There's only so much instruction time, you want to learn more there's a library or the internet.

But anyways black supremacists latch onto other cultures like Japan and such for validation. Rather than our own people who survived and found success even in hard times America

I have found that weird, then again they latch on to any successful black person as well and act like they own them, right up till the Williams Sisters marry white dudes, which for some reason was worse than Tiger marrying a white woman if memory serves.

The thing is I heard some Japanese people don’t even a black person irl until their 30’s fuck I’m going too long

I love Psych.

In person they may go their whole lives without seeing anyone but other Japanese people, common in not western nations. For all the talk about ethnostates people sure get them wrong a lot.

But at least get Japanese don’t have socialists in positions of influence and power that treat a book made by a antisemitic freeloader that rape his maid and let that offspring died poor less like the Bible.

That would be why no socialism in Japan, they killed the commies. My commitment to free speech says that was the wrong thing to do, but it also says people that want to cheer can.

The GOT/Downtown Abbey thing those were set in two totally different periods of time and one not even on earth so making comparisons to anything is difficult.

Edwardian Vs when Henry VIII was king totally different and not good to compare to each other to, not from a judgmental standpoint at least.

Also another thing I notice in my abuse healing. If you don’t make some form of piece with what your abuser did to you. Your shit out of luck at understanding history. Random but stuff I been noticing with Japanese culture and handling of others maybe another anon because an important figure in the pokemon community said something that shocked him while visiting nyc in the 2000’s.

Makes healing a bit more difficult too.

Forgive and forget is bunk, you don't have to forget, don't have to forgive either but I think that it's important to do that. Doesn't mean you need to speak a single word to the person or spare them a passing glance ever again though. Don't need to give them a chance to do it again, but forgiveness is as much for you as it is for the forgivee.

[jsx-mbti]

Context:

INTP & ENTP = Engaged

ENFP & ENFJ = Engaged

ENTJ & INFJ = Dating

All = Swinging/Dating

*the 6 are out at a restaurant*

INTP: *orders a bunch of stuff*

ENTJ: .... DO YOU THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?

INTP: I'M HUNGRY

ENTJ: AND YOU'RE NOT PAYING YOU FREELOADING HOE NOW ORDER SOMETHING CHEAPER

INTP: BUT I'M HUNGRY 😡

ENFJ: HEY HEY HEY, I'LL PAY FOR WHATEVER THEY ORDER OK... Geesh

ENTJ: good luck

INTP: thank you Lord sir 😭🙌🏼

ENFJ: ....

ENTP: *fell asleep over INTP*

INTP: *shakes ENTP* bruh wake up its your turn to order

ENTP: it's 5am T-T I'm tire- *glances at the menu* OOOOOH AN OREO MILKSHAKE I'LL TAKE THAT *keeps ordering stuff*

ENTJ: *sigh*

ENFP: *also orders a bunch of stuff*

ENTJ: ANYTHING ELSE?

ENFP: oh and I also want an Oreo milkshake

ENTJ: 💢💢💢

INFJ: I'll just take a water 🥲 please no one fight

ENTJ: NONSENSE, hun pick actual food ok..

INFJ: *anxiously orders*

*minutes later after they start eating*

ENFP: *shoves a chicken tender inside the Oreo milkshake*

INTP: aight I'm out 💀

ENFJ: ...........

INFJ: *giggles*

ENTP: WHAT KIND OF HEATHEN ARE YOU?

ENTJ: 💢💢💢 I want you GONE ._. from Earth, entirely.

ENFP: what? they SLAP here try one *hands the chicken tender to ENTJ*

ENTJ: *yells super loud* I DON'T WANT YOUR DISGUSTING CHICKEN

INTP, ENTP, & INFJ: *snort/laugh*

Waitress: *walks over* is everything ok here?

ENTJ: oh yeah, just that our boyfriend IS A FUCKING HEATHEN SENT FROM HELL TO TORMENT US

ENFP: hey ma'am wanna try my chicken tendie? *hands her the Oreo milkshake chicken tender*

Waitress: *disgusted look* n-no thanks... *walks to the other tables*

ENFP: oh well your loss ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *eats it*

ENFJ: *looks directly into ENFP's eyes* you don't even like it do you...

ENFP: *whispers* nope but I'll eat it because I can ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ENFJ: but WHY?

ENFP: to make em more mad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ENFJ: *sigh*

ENTP: ok maybe it ain't thaaaat bad

INTP: you're NOT LMFAO

ENTP: *takes a bite out of it* *spits it in a napkin* HOW ARE YOU EATING THIS?

INTP: 💀💀💀

ENFP: it's delicious what are you talking about? 😈

ENFJ: is that why you wear scarves so much? Because that's where you hide the lies?

ENFP: WELL DAMN 😭💀

INTP: LMFAOOOO

ENTP: 💀💀💀

ENFJ: oh don't you two laugh you're worse

ENTP & INTP: oh come on we would never 😇😇

ENFP: y'all told me I could microwave coffee and I believed it ok...

INTP: that's on YOU LMFAO

ENTP: see, I learned it first hand so I thought you should also suffer 💀

ENFP: smh see what I mean?

INTP: *shoves a bunch of random paper plates inside their backpack*

ENTJ: .......what are you doing?

INTP: getting free dishes what does it look like deep shit 💀

ENTJ: free dishes? Those are paper plates...

INTP: they're dishes to ME.

ENTJ: ....

INTP: listen, I ain't doing dishes in like a month, so this should help

ENTJ: could you be ANY MORE LAZY...

ENFJ: not as bad when ENTP used saran wrap over dishes and then put the food/drinks OVER the saran wrap, and then when he was done threw the saran wrap away and put the dishes back in the cabinet

ENTP: *cackles*

INTP: 🤔 fuck you mean to tell me I could've used saran wrap

ENTJ: .......IN ALL THAT TIME YOU COULD'VE JUST WASH THE DAMN DISH INSTEAD OF WASTING PLASTIC, not like I give a damn about the environment anyway but STILL...

ENTP: listen a win is a win 💀 I didn't have to do dishes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ENTP & INTP: *fist bump*

ENTJ: ..... Why did I agree to swing with these losers

[tsuki-sennin]

Donbrothers, Episode 35!

Ohhhhh boy! Just got off the train from Oishi-Na Town! Time to visit my friend Tsubasa in Donbura County Jail. And uh... well, my good buddy Jirou is in immense pain so, I wanna check on him too. Going all over the place today, huh? Please stand behind the white line! We're departing on a train ride towards pain!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Well, at least you're not having a massive rampage, right Tsuyoshi?

-It's OUR power, boys!

-"Kijino, you're really making an annoying racket stirring your coffee like that."

-"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU SON OF A BITCH, I PAID FOR THIS DRINK!"

-"Hey man, chill, you don't gotta yell at him like that-"

-"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE OTAKU BRAT I DIDN'T WORK FOR 10 YEARS TO BE BOSSED AROUND BY A LITTLE ONI PUNK!"

-"Jesus Christ, what's gotten into you"

-"OHHHHHH LOOK AT ME, I'M A FREELOADER, I'M GONNA WRITE A HAIKU TO PAY MY BILLS!

Lies high as the palms

Bananas within reach

Monkey gets free lunch!"

EAT MY ENTIRE ASS YOU APE!"

-How many takes do you think it took to get that rant right?

-Ohhhhhh, Shinichi jbk;hjg

-Hello Auntie Yuriko.

-"He's hot" OH MY GOD how does Haruka rein you in?

-Ohhhhh, there's something with Auntie Yuriko isn't there

-"Ah fuck, he has a girlfriend already"

-...I get really bad vibes off of auntie Yuriko.

-Miho Spotted.

-Oh no

-Aaaand, we're in jail!

-Jail time with the homie.

-"So like... do you want 500000 yen?"

-"Nah, you... you can keep it, I don't really need that kinda money."

-"Ah... so this means... YOU'RE REFUSING A RANSOM! C'MERE YOU SON OF A BITCH"

-Free doggy!

-Kito, please stop that, I'm pretty sure fraternizing with suspects under interrogation is a violation of the law.

-Ah, who am I kidding, that's not gonna stop her.

-Ohhhhhhhhh, she hit you with the whammy.

-"Go investigate your girlfriend! If you get us results, we'll let you go free!"

-Murasame's just sitting there, huh?

-Yeah just seal him up a little, he'll be fine

-Oh hey, Rumi-chan, right? You're Jirou's ladyfriend.

-Alright, my boy's getting focus!

-JIROU HJKHK

-Natsumi rehearsal!

-Very solid delivery

-Proposal!

-Wan-derful!

-Oh... hello Sononi! There's a really funny case of some poor kid unable to confess his love happening in Oishi-Na Town if you wanna come with me next time!

-"Oh, that boy's gonna die. Old Yeller's got nothing on this dog tragedy. I'll be sure to hand his friends a posthumous Newberry medal."

-Having a midlife crisis so soon?

-Hmm... what is that thing... he seems to be a physics major, so... perhaps he's one of the more science-y sentai. That's a red bird of prey for his face. Yellow beast with tusks... or fangs? And those blue... rubbery shoulders he's got... Ohhhhh, I get it now! This guy must be our Liveman rep.

-A toast~! For the most~!

-Naptime!

-Hello Jin!

-Just send him away like that, huh?

-"Ahhhhh, so you're the guy who made him a psycho. Good job, dingus."

-Hmm... found a new form of dimensional travel, huh? Do you think perhaps they cut through the CooKingdom?

-"Menkai wa wata."

-Natsumi? Ohhhhhhh, a crane.

-Fuck

-Y'know Momoi, I think whenever somebody acts even slightly weird around you, you should assume

-"Are you okay, Pheasant Guy?"

"FUCK YOU HARUKA YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM"

-Sloooooow motion!

-Party Time!

-Too fast, too strong!

-Ohhhh, Avatar Change!

-Now transforming! Get your ass on the dance floor behind the white line!

-Aaaaaaaaalll aboard!

-Hyper ToQ Momo-gou! Hyper ToQ Momo-gou!

-Gotta admit, I'm actually kind of a fan of this idea that Momoi's so up in his own hype that he just... slaps his own super form onto another Sentai's Red.

-Alright, Jirou!

-Stop sniffing your girlfriend and lie down!

-...yeah, like that, thank you for listening.

-Got a ToQ Blaster and the Rail Slasher, badass.

-Awww, I wanted to see more.

-Darkness of youth!

-Kimochiiiii!

-Ore koso only one da.

-Youth stuff!

-Let's fly!

-Take that power!

-Matsuri da matsuri da!

-Donbros Utopia!

-Yeah, good luck with that, Mister! Have fun!

-BRUH

-Juto Suck

-"Nooooo :("

-And he just got eaten!

-Fuck!

-Oh God, where is this

-That poor Anoni lady :(

-Oh...

-Ohhhhhh this is the lion's den.

-Jesus fucking Christ, what on earth is happening

-Why is this so horrifying

-Inoue? Tasaki? Shirakura-P? Anybody?

-What the fuck guys, what is happening?

-Ohhhhhhhh that's not good.

-That's not good at all.

-Ramen! Deliciousmile~!

-Oh, that poor chef, he's going through this again.

-That's not our dog, that's a really fucked up cat!

-Uh... hang tight, Tsubasa! We'll save you!

-Next episode that is, Happy Halloween buddy!