#Zack’s a simp

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I saw a post saying ‘give me your hoodie and fuck me in it’ and obviously! My first thought was Zack and Cloud. Cause how could it not be??

But the way Zack would give Cloud his hoodie, just cause the blond was cold and then he can’t stop staring. Cloud looks so fucking good in his hoodie. He’s putting on muscle but he’s still not as big as Zack, mako injections didn’t take to him the same way it did with Zack.

That means the hoodie hangs a little, past his fingers and loose on his shoulders. He’s got his fatigue pants on but Zack can see him without them so very easily. Can see the way the edge of it sits just at the top of his thighs and would hide just enough.

And when Cloud flips the hood up, looks up at him from underneath its edge and smiles that shy smile in thanks?? Zack starts looking around for the nearest form of cover cause he really needs to get his hands on Cloud. Like, yesterday.

[ankhnu]

FF men sketch dump

[wannaeatramyeon]

wowowow my asks are a hit huh i need a copyright claim

can reader slam zack into their chest until his stupid monk glasses break cuz they uuuugly

Zack Lee x Reader: Broken Glasses

Scenario (1) - No break

"I'm sorry Zack, but those glasses are fucking ugly."

"What???"

"I just... I'm sorry I hate them."

"Oh. Sure. Yeah. I'll just... Take them off,"

Zack sadly removes the offending accessory, wanting to hide them in the depths of a drawer, never to be seen in the light of day again.

Maybe he'll join the glasses in that drawer, locking himself away forever.

Ugly? Damn, he thought they looked cool. He just wanted to look good enough to be seen with you.

You didn't break his glasses but Zack did feel his heart break a little.

"Babe," you croon, seeing his crestfallen expression, "your eyes are just so nice, y'know?"

"Yeah?" His spirits lift a little-

"You're so handsome and it hides too much of your face."

"Really??"

"Yeah! Its just a shame with those things. That's all."

"Y/N thinks I'm handsome!" Zack grins to himself, his brief moments of desolation all but forgotten.

Well. That was easy.

Scenario (2) - Break

Crack!

"Huh?" Zack looks up from between your legs, and sees his glasses in pieces.

"I'm so sorry Zack!! I just got caught up in the moment!"

That wasn't entirely true. You saw an opportunity and you took it. The ugly specs were staring at you on the nightstand. Your fist had slammed down while your boyfriend was otherwise engaged.

Oh. Well Zack did like those glasses, but your words were more than enough to make it up to him.

"I made you feel like that? Man, I am good! Yep, totally worth it!" he thinks, internally rubbing his hands with glee and patting himself on the back.

"Don't worry," Zack says, beaming at you. He returns to his previous position, eager to please you more.

[f-thot-f1tzgerald]

shout out to autistic, funny looking, stem guys. gotta be one of my favourite genders.

[todayisyourturntolose]

im so normal abt zack ward you guys!!!

[hecate-valentine]

FF7 characters as my favourite song

Sephiroth - Monster by Lady Gaga

"Look at him, look at me

That boy is bad and honestly

He’s a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes"

~

Vincent Valentine - Suspended in Dusk by Type O Negative

"Four centuries of this damned immortality

Yet, I did not ask to be made

Why?

I will never again feel your sun upon my face"

~

~

Cloud Strife - No Surprises by Radiohead

"A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired, unhappy"

~

Aerith Gainsborough - First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

"The night breeze

Carries

Something sweet

A peach tree"

~

Tifa Lockhart - Cover Me in Roses by Holden Laurence

"Take me in your tender arms, roll me in the dirt

Cover me in roses, cover me in pearls

And then when the sun sets low, roll me in the dirt

Cover me in roses, cover me in pearls"

~

Red XIII - The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

"Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring

I promise you, they'll sing of every time

You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child

Witness me, old man, I am the wild"

~

Yuffie Kisaragi - Silhouette by Pastel Ghost

"Pastel ghost you're sleeping

Soft teal in the evening

You won't leave me and nights just

Get colder and colder and colder"

~

Barret Wallace - Back to the Old House by The Smiths

"I would love to go

Back to the old house

But I never will

I never will"

~

Cait Sith - Little Dark Age by MGMT

"Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange

I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone

Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age"

~

Cid Highwind - Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

"I made a wreck out of my hand

I put it through the wall

I made a fist and not a plan

Call me a reckless wrecking ball"

~

Lucrecia Crescent - Jobless Monday by Mitski

"He only loves me when

There's a means he means to end

Oh, I miss when we first met

He didn't know me yet" (Ouch, that hurt)

~

Reno - Evil by Interpol

"Rosemary

Heaven restores you in life

You're coming with me

Through the aging, the fearing, the strife"

~

Rude - I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

"I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down"

~

Tseng - This Charming Man by The Smiths

"I would go out tonight

But I haven't got a stitch to wear

This man said, "It's gruesome

That someone so handsome should care""

~

Rufus Shinra - Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

"And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too"

~

Genesis Rhapsodos - Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

"Breathe, keep breathing

Don't lose your nerve

Breathe, keep breathing

I can't do this alone"

~

Angeal Hewley - Viva La Vida by Coldplay

"I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'

Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field"

~

Zack Fair - Come a Little Closer by Cage The Elephant

"Time shakes, found you at the water

At first you were my father

Now I love you like a brother

Earthquakes shake the dust behind you"

Take a shot for every Radiohead and Mitski song I put :)

[shimiyass]

Not me addicted to Milo 👁️👄👁️

[1800-lover]

most embarrassing moment of daniel’s life

“Daniel! Look what I have here!” Zoe opened the paper bag, revealing a black headband…with ears? Oh!

“Is this…cat ears?” Daniel asked, slightly tilting his head in confusion. Zoe exclaimed, “Yes! Try it on!”

or

Everyone in Fashion Dept is forever grateful to Zoe for forcing Daniel to wear cat ears (Mostly Zack and Jay)

It's a regular day in J High. Actually, scratch that. It was never a normal day in this school. Random fights, bullying, and half of the students being absent due to taking down/uniting crews or whatever. 

In the classroom of the famous Fashion Department, beauties certainly stay there. The perfect, pretty boy, daniel park. It's no wonder that with his beautiful face, kind personality, and extraordinary fighting skills, he’d steal the hearts of girls and boys in the school. 

To be honest, daniel’s classmates are lucky to see the pretty boy every single day. Especially zack. Sitting with Daniel is both a win and a loss. With Daniel being so dumb and oblivious, Zack wonders how he managed to survive throughout his whole life. I mean, with a face like that, people must constantly be hitting on him. 

As much as Zack wants to deny it, Daniel has a somewhat attractive face. He’s thoughtful, always taking care of Zack. There was one-time Zack had a tiny argument with Mira, and although they act like a married couple, Mira knows that they’re just the best of friends. Zack was feeling down about it, and throughout that day, Daniel gave him kind words that made Zack’s heart flutter. Words like, ‘I’m here for you, Zack.’ and ‘Are you too sad to eat? Here, let me feed you.’. To be honest, Zack was not even that sad enough that he has no energy to feed himself. He was just being a big baby just so Daniel would spoon-feed him. 

As the students were waiting for the teacher to arrive (which is never…), Zoe excitedly approached Daniel. 

“Daniel! Look what I have here!” Zoe opened the paper bag, revealing a black headband…with ears? Oh! 

“Is this…cat ears?” Daniel asked, slightly tilting his head in confusion. Zoe exclaimed, “Yes! Try it on!” 

Daniel shook his hand and shook his head, “No! That's too embarrassing…” He shyly looked away with a small blush on his cheeks. How cute! Almost everyone in the classroom thought.

Meanwhile, Zack was blushing like crazy, while imagining how cute Daniel would look with the cat ears. With Daniel’s soft and fluffy hair, he’d want to pet him nonstop. He was certain he’d most likely purr. While Jay was imagining…not so pure things. Yes, he’d look heavenly and beautiful with those ears, but imagine Daniel as a cat boy. Gosh. If anyone looked at Jay right now, they can compare him to a ripe tomato.

“Aw, come on Daniel! I bought this specifically for you!” Zoe pouted. “And look, you haven’t even worn it, but Zack and Jay look like they'll explode anytime soon.” She pointed at the two idiots who looked embarrassed as hell. 

Damn you Zoe! They thought. 

“Fine! I’ll wear it so your money doesn’t go to waste…” Daniel took the headband with shaky hands and slowly put it on his head. This is so embarrassing! He closed his eyes and looked down. 

He faced in front, meaning Zack, his seatmate, can now see Daniel 100%. 

What the fuck…He’s so cute!!! 

Everyone was stunned. What the! How come a human can look this breathtaking? Almost everyone is at a loss for words. Jay, with wide eyes and mouth open, boldly snapped a picture with his new phone. He was glad he bought a phone with an amazing and hd camera. 

“This is so embarrassing…” Daniel muttered, about to cover his face when Zoe grabbed it. 

With all seriousness, Zoe said, “Daniel, please say nya. Like a cat. Please.” Oh shit. He has never seen Zoe this serious.

“HUH?! No way!!!” 

“Please!!!” “NO!” “I’ll give you 50,000won.”

“Deal.” 

Daniel sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and said, “N-Nya..!” and winked. Everyone blushed with wide eyes. So cute!!! Crazy part here? He was looking at Zack, who almost died. He didn’t even notice the blood dripping from his nose. 

“Z-Zack! You have a nosebleed!” Embarrassed, Zack looked away, muttering I’m fine, with his hands on his face. While Jay, who was recording everything, looked like he won the lottery. That was hot… he thought. He can't believe he had this absurd thought for his friend!

While everyone looked happy as hell, Daniel will always remember this humiliating moment of his life. This will forever haunt him. But he can’t deny that he’s proud that he made Zack’s nose bleed without the use of his fists. 

[nerdynanny]

This game is going to consume me.

[freakyd0ll]

I could be saying the most down bad things that I want to do with Zack de la Rocha from RATM and bro wouldn't even know I said all that cuz he doesn't have social media. But I'm refraining from saying the things I want to say in fear of my digital footprint 😇

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Logically, Zack knew that the Mako enhancements would’ve somewhat changed Cloud’s physical appearance, they definitely worked some wonders on Zack’s physique. Especially so once he’d started regularly working out and started all the SOLDIER missions.

But knowing something in theory and then knowing it in practice were two, very different things after all. Hence why Zack was now staring wide eyed and open mouthed as Cloud and the girls walked down the steps toward the beach he and Barret were on.

The girls looked wonderful of course, Aerith’s chosen beach wear as flowy as her usual dresses and Tifa’s clothes doing wonders on showing off her hard earned muscles. Honestly Cloud’s board shorts and sandles were stupidly simple in comparison.

But Zack had also never seen him in anything less than a t-shirt and jeans. So being suddenly faced with miles of pale, soft looking skin going just a little pink under the sunlight? And the slim yet cut muscles that gave him broad shoulders and a sinfully thin waist?

Zack felt like he was gonna suffer a heat stroke even though he was in the shade. Barret was glaring at everyone around them, whether it was cause of the people picking on the black robes or cause of the amount of eyes leering at their three companions, he wasn’t sure.

But he knew he was glaring at the guys walking up to the three of them, especially the ones talking specifically to Cloud. Zack could feel his hackles raise when one of them got a little too close for comfort, Cloud reeling back a little with an uncomfortable frown.

Tifa and Aerith didn’t seem to notice, talking to some girls that had come toward them and asked about their clothes. Zack took it as his chance to intervene, walking over and shoving between the guy and Cloud just a touch too roughly.

The guy made a disgruntled noise but Zack paid it no mind when he had his blond in his arms, looking up at him with a hint of amusement in his stoic features. The older man merely smiled back at him, squeezing his waist between his hands and silently crying over just how far his hands went around it.

Zack took another moment before turning toward the guy still standing there, shooting him a smug smile as he let his arm rest around his shorter counterparts waist, fingers dipping just under the waist band. The small peek of blue boxers nearly sent Zack running back to Johnny’s crappy little hotel, Cloud slung over his shoulders and subtlety thrown out the window. Not that he was being very subtle in that moment.

[cyberp-1-nk]

[ cacophobia. || zack foster. || gigglers. ]

CONTENT WARNINGS - Heavy mentions of insecurities, self-loathing, and bullying.

TAGS - @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2

A/N - This is one of the oc backstories that need a bit more of a trigger warning-- so, be warned. This gets kind of disturbing throughout the story. This is the first Giggler backstory, since he was the first.

" 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. " — 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐋.

Zack stands in front of the full-length mirror, staring at his reflection with a mixture of disgust and despair. He hates how his body looks - the way his stomach protrudes, the flabby arms, and the love handles that give him a shapeless appearance. He can't help but feel like a failure, like he's let himself down by not taking better care of his body. He glares at himself in the mirror, feeling the weight of his self-loathing bearing down on him. His eyes trace every inch of his body, scrutinizing every imperfection and flaw. He feels like he's drowning in despair, like there's no way out of this endless cycle of disappointment and shame.

Eyes narrow in pure disgust, as he pokes and pulls at the small bits of chub attached to his body. As he trails his fingers alongside his body, the dysmorphia clouding his vision— and he can't help but feel absolutely disgusted with himself, he could never be like his siblings. His brother was a handsome jock— extremely tall, and fit, girls were constantly crowding his brother and Zack couldn't help but envy him. While his brother was tall— and handsome, he felt short and chubby. He felt disgusting. He loathed himself.

Zack's father walks into the room and greets him with a broad smile. "Hey there, big guy," he says, ruffling Zack's hair. "Looking a little chubby there, huh? You gained a bit more.." At first, Zack laughs along with his dad, thinking it's just a harmless joke. But then he sees the look of amusement fade from his father's face, replaced by something else entirely. It's a look of disappointment, like he's let his father down by not being thin enough.

Zack's cheeks start to tinge with red, and he feels a lump form in his throat. He tries to hold back the tears, but they start to spill over anyway. He can't help but feel like he's not good enough, like he'll never live up to his father's expectations. As he starts to cry, his father looks at him with confusion. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, not realizing the impact of his words.

But Zack can't even speak. He just cries, big, fat tears streaming down his face. He feels so insecure, so ashamed of his body, and his father's comment has only made things worse. His mom rushes into the room, sensing that something is wrong. When she sees Zack's tears, she immediately knows what's happened. She scolds his father, telling him how hurtful his words were and that he needs to be more careful.

Zack's father looks contrite, realizing for the first time the damage his words have caused. He apologizes to Zack, telling him that he didn't mean to hurt him and that he loves him no matter what.

But the damage has already been done. Zack can't help but feel like he'll always be judged for his appearance, like he'll never be good enough. His mom tries to comfort him, telling him how beautiful he is and how much she loves him. But he doesn't believe it. After all, who could love someone like him? He thought he looked disgusting.

His mom looks at him with worried eyes. She sees the look on his face and immediately knows something's wrong. "Zack, what's going on?" she asks, her tone gentle and concerned.

Zack can't bring himself to meet her gaze. He feels ashamed of his appearance, like he's let everyone down. But his mom won't let him wallow in self-pity. "Hey, look at me," she says, taking his face in her hands. "You are not your body. You are so much more than that."

Zack feels a glimmer of hope stir within him. Maybe his mom is right. Maybe he's been too hard on himself. His mom continues to speak, her voice soothing and reassuring. She tells him how much she loves him, how proud she is of him, and how much he means to her. And slowly, but surely, Zack starts to believe her. He looks at himself in the mirror again, but this time with a newfound sense of acceptance and compassion as she leaves his room. He sees his imperfections, but he also sees the potential for growth and change. But as he drags his eyes toward the mirror again— the overwhelming feeling of loathing and insecurity.

Maybe he can change. Maybe then, he'll find someone to love him.

— . — . —

Zack has always struggled with his weight. He's tried every diet under the sun, but nothing seems to work for him. But today, he's feeling particularly motivated. He wakes up early, before the sun has even risen, and puts on his running shoes. He's determined to stick to his new exercise routine and finally shed those extra pounds. As he steps outside, he takes a deep breath of the cool morning air. The sky is still dark, but he can see a faint hint of pink on the horizon. The birds are just starting to wake up, and he can hear their chirping in the distance.

Zack starts off slow, jogging down the empty street. He focuses on his breath, making sure to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. He feels his heart rate start to pick up, and he knows he's getting a good workout in.

As he rounds a corner, he sees the sun slowly rise, and he feels a sense of confidence and optimism wash over him. The way his muscles overexerted themselves as he ran through the early streets, the way sweat helplessly trickled down his forehead. He knew he was overwhelming himself— but he needed to get this done, he needed to get rid of the body he loathed. He wanted to be in a body that everyone would love, he wanted to be in a form that he would love.

But he knows he can't stop for long. He takes off again, pushing himself harder. He can feel the sweat starting to form on his brow, and his muscles start to ache. But he keeps going, focusing on his goal. As he nears the end of his run, he can feel his body starting to tire. But he's determined to finish strong. He picks up the pace, sprinting the last few yards.

Breathless and sweating, Zack finally comes to a stop. He looks up at the sky, now a brilliant blue, and takes a deep breath. He feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, knowing that he's one step closer to his goal of losing weight and getting healthy. But his confidence is short-lived. As he runs down the street, he hears a car honk loudly. He looks up to see a group of kids from his school, who start to yell insults at him, taunting him about his weight.

"Hey Piggy!"

"Woah, isn't that Jake's younger brother?!

Zack feels his face flush with humiliation and anger. He wants to lash out at them, to tell them how wrong they are. But he can't find the words. He just stands there, feeling helpless and alone as they loudly honk their horn at him— Zack felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. He tried to hold back his tears, but they came anyway, especially when they started throwing food at him degradingly. Soon, he was crying uncontrollably. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and tried to wipe his tears, but they just kept coming. Zack sniffled and hiccupped as he tried to regain his composure. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but it was no use. The tears just kept streaming down his face. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable, but he couldn't help it.

After a few minutes, Zack managed to pull himself together. He took a few more deep breaths and wiped away the last of his tears. He knew he had to get back to jogging, but he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. What was even the point anymore? In his mind, he would forever be trapped in this undesirable body. He felt like an idiot for wanting to change, he'll always be like this— no matter hard he tries.

— . — . —

Zack has been struggling with his weight for weeks— even if cut back on all the food, and even started to work out, nothing seems to work. He's tried every diet and exercise program out there, but nothing seems to work for him. He's sitting at the family dinner table, staring down at his plate of food, barely touching it. His eyes are sunken and he looks more than depressed. His eyes are sunken, and he looks defeated— nothing seemed to ever work out and it was frustrating.

His mom notices his lack of appetite and gently asks, "Zack, are you okay? Are you going to eat your dinner, honey?" She reaches over to sooth her son, but as soon her hand brushes against his arm— he flinches.

But before Zack can even respond, his older brother Jake chimes in. "Why bother eating, Zack? You're already so fat," Jake says with a smirk. His heart sinks at the snarky comment— he hated his brother and his stupid friends. He hates when his family makes fun of him for his weight. His sister, who's sitting next to Jake, even laughs at his comment.

Their mom quickly scolds Jake. "That's not a nice thing to say, Jake. You need to be kind to your brother," she says in a stern voice. But the damage has already been done. Zack feels embarrassed and ashamed. He pushes his plate away, no longer interested in eating. He knows that he needs to lose weight, but it's hard when his own family makes him feel so bad about himself.

His sister notices his reaction and tries to make him feel better. "Hey, don't worry about Jake. He's just being a jerk," she says, reaching over to give him a pat on the back. Zack appreciates her kind words, but he still feels down. He knows that he needs to find a way to feel good about himself and take control of his health. But at this moment, all he can do is sit there, feeling sad and defeated. He stuffs a few miserable bites into his mouth, before pushing himself off the table— and ignoring his mother's encouraging words.

Zack rubbed one of his tearing eye with the ball of his hand and stepped out of the kitchen, stretching his free arm as high as it would go. With a groan, he walked down the hallway towards the outside, his house burning with the bright, luminous moon above. A loud sigh escaped her lips and his brown eyes shimmered like glass against the moonlight that bore through a large window in his living room. His feet walked his body to the glass slider door leading into his rather large, fenced backyard. He left his house with a sour expression, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he ventured into the night.

He didn't know where he was going— he just needed to be somewhere else.

As the somber walks closer to the exit of the woods, the whistling wind wafts in a refreshing breath of air which mildly causes the pungent smell of dirt to drift further away temporarily. Reaching his desired destination, the boy slowly but surely leans his head close to the running, sparkly water to satisfy his parched throat only to briefly arrive at a halt by his very own reflection.

Zack's saddened eyes had widened and the glint in his brown hues fades away like a lost star until fear finally decides to take residence in his eyes. The serene tune produced by the springtime breeze mischievously plays with his blond hair. He looked disgusting— he shouldn't even have eaten. Narrowing his eyes, he stuffed both of his fingers in mouth till it grazed the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Mountains of vomit spilled from his mouth as he coughed and struggled to breathe. Tiny drops of puke dives into the running long torrent of freshwater; forming a miniature splash. The blurry reflection reveals the appearance he hated. He loathed himself so much.

He angrily swatted at the flowing stream of water, glaring angrily as it revealed the reflection he hated. The water eventually settles and reveals Zack's appearance once again, and of course, the very sight had him rooted to the ground. But for a moment, somebody else had flickered into the reflection. A stranger. Long cotton-candy colored hair with a cute bright-colored ribbon tied in the back of her hair, a dress that had been covered in cute little decorations and a very pastel color palette, she looked to be about his age, maybe a bit older. She had a permanent grin on her face, but something told him she was anything but friendly.

"U-uhm—? Hello—?" Zack questioned, staring at the running torrent of water, while droplets of vomit continued to drip from her lips. Quickly wiping it, he turned back to the woman— who seemed a bit closer this time.

"You don't look so well," The mystery woman's expression softened, becoming a less unhinged grin as she sat down near him. "What's wrong?"

Zack knelt by the river, his stomach churning as he tried to steady his breath. He had always struggled with his appearance, but today it felt like too much to bear. He had just finished puking, and the tears in his eyes blurred his vision as he looked down at his reflection in the water. "Why do you care? You don't even know me."

"I'm just concerned. Is that so wrong?" The mysterious woman with long pink hair and a pink dress sitting beside him. Zack was taken aback, unsure of what to make of this mysterious stranger. But her gentle voice soon put him at ease. "So. Is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint.

At first, Zack was skeptical. He wasn't used to opening up to strangers, especially not ones that looked like they had stepped out of a fairytale. But something about her made him feel safe, and he found himself pouring out his heart to her. "I hate my body," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could look like my brother. He's so much more attractive than me. He doesn't ever have to deal with people constantly teasing and degrading his appearance— he's everything I want to be. Tall, handsome— skinny."

The woman listened patiently, nodding along as Zack spoke. When he was finished, she reached out and only stared up at the sky. Right as she was about to offer him a deal he couldn't refuse, he cut her off. "Please. Don't try to tell me to love myself just the way I am— I mean, look at me! I'm disgusting— I have pimples all over my face, I'm short— I'm even overweight! I can't have anything in life."

"I don't care for meaningless words of encouragement. Now if you're done interrupting me— I have something to offer." Zack felt a tinge of curiosity spreading through his chest as he looked at her. He didn't know how she knew exactly what to say, but it was as if she had seen right through him. Her tone was sharp, and even if she still had that soft smile, the way her eye slightly twitched had indicated she was annoyed.

"I know a way to help you. To give you exactly what you want. But you need to tell me right now— and after you answer this, there is no going back!" An unsettling chuckle escaped her mouth as she stretched her soft lips into an empty smile, "Now. What is it you desire?"

This question seemed so strange. It came out of nowhere— and it's not like she could even solve this problem, unless she was a type of magician. But still, he felt obligated to answer, "I don't want my body to be like this. I don't wanna be unhealthy— I don't wanna be short, I wanna look…I wanna be handsome. I want to love the body I'm in." His words were nearly silent, bit he still continued on as the mysterious woman listened intently.

"And, would you do anything for this wish?" Akuma 's eyes were a sight to behold, both mesmerizing and unsettling at the same time. They were luminous pink, almost like glowing orbs that seemed to emanate their own light. The irises were large and round, with a depth that seemed to draw you in, as if you were falling into an endless pit. They were framed by thick, long lashes that fluttered with every blink, casting shadows on her pale skin. "Absolutely, anything?"

As she stared at Zack, her eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if she could see every thought and feeling he had ever had. They were intense, almost hypnotic, and he found himself unable to look away. The pink glow seemed to intensify as she spoke, as if the emotions she was feeling were reflected in her eyes. He nodded, "Yes."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" But there was something unsettling about those eyes too, something that made Zack feel uneasy. They were too intense, too otherworldly, as if they belonged to a creature from another realm. They seemed to hold secrets that he could not fathom, and he wondered if he should be afraid. She smiled as a cupcake suddenly appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him. Zack was skeptical— he knew never to accept food from strangers, especially since they could be poisoned.

"You just vomited, so you must be hungry, right? A small cupcake won't hurt." She smiled, taking a small bite of it, just to prove it wasn't poisoned— before offering the sugary treat to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, deciding it was probably safe considering she had taken a bite out of it and remained unscathed. He shrugged, grabbing the irresistible sugary treat and took his own bite out of it. As the woman stood up and walked away, her eyes continued to haunt him, their pink glow fading into the distance. He knew that he would never forget those eyes, and that he would always wonder what secrets they held.

"Enjoy your new body!"

What had she meant by that? It was such a strange thing to say— but then again, a lot of strange people live around this area, so he wasn't surprised. He shrugged, taking another bite out of the cupcake.

— . — . —

Zack woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and confused. As he tried to shake off the grogginess of sleep, he realized that something was very different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it at first, but as he sat up, he realized that he was too tall for his bed. He looked down at his hands, and realized with a start that they were much larger than they had been before. He was also more muscular all of a sudden, as if he had been working out for years. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Panic set in as he tried to stand up, and he hit his head on the ceiling. What was going on? Was he dreaming? He stumbled out of bed, his feet feeling too big for his slippers. As he walked, he realized that everything around him looked different, as if he were seeing the world from a different perspective. As he made his way to the bathroom, he hit the doorframe with his head, and had to bend down low to get through. And then he saw himself in the mirror, and gasped in shock.

His eyes were glowing pink, just like the strange woman's had been. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this some kind of strange dream? As he stared at his reflection, he realized that his face was different too. His jaw was more defined, his cheekbones higher, and his skin smoother and clearer than it had ever been before. He felt a mixture of confusion and excitement, as he realized that he was in a new body. But how was this possible? And what did it all mean? As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. This was a new beginning, a chance to start over and be whoever he wanted to be.

But at the same time, he felt a sense of loss for his old body and his old life. He wondered what would happen to his family and friends, and how they would react to his new appearance. As he stumbled out of the bathroom, he realized that he had a lot of questions to answer. But for now, he was just excited to explore his new body and see what it was capable of. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild and amazing adventure. He even flexed his arm— smirking at the muscle being flexed

Zack's heart was racing as he heard his bedroom door open and his mom's footsteps approaching. He knew that she was going to freak out when she saw him, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.

"ZACK?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" his mom exclaimed as she entered the room. "YOU— YOU—...You're a completely different person!"

Zack tried to calm her down, but she was already rushing to go get his dad. He didn't want to cause a scene, but he couldn't help the way he looked. As he watched his mom leave the room, he felt a sudden coughing fit coming on. He raised his hand to his mouth and coughed up a bit of pink liquid. It pooled in his palm and began to glow, casting an ethereal light across his skin. He narrowed his eyes, trying to understand what was happening to him.

The liquid continued to glow, pulsing with a strange energy that seemed to come from deep within him. It was as if his body was trying to tell him something, trying to communicate in a language that he couldn't quite understand. As he stared at the glowing liquid, he realized that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to discover about his new body, so much more to explore and understand. He couldn't wait to see what other surprises it held.

But for now, he had to deal with his mom's freakout. He took a deep breath and prepared to face the music, knowing that this was going to be a long and difficult conversation. But he was ready for whatever came his way, as long as he had the strength of his new body to carry him through.

[duckapus]

Cody: *hears some sort of commotion in his and Zack's room* Alright Zack, I haven't seen you all day and I know you're up to-HOLY-!"

Zack: *leaning against his bed, stopped cold in the middle of struggling to hastily take off one of the poofiest, pinkest dresses Cody's ever seen* Uh...this isn't what it looks like.

Cody: *visibly reevaluating everything he knows about his brot-siste-sibling?*

Zack: *growls* I just sai- Look, GG's on a "Normal Little Girl Things" kick and keeps dragging me along, and this time she forgot to reset my model after her princess tea party was over, alright?

Cody: *and the gears grind mercifully to a halt* Ohhhh, that makes way more sense. Wait, but you told Katie not even three days ago you wouldn't be caught dead at a "dumb fake tea party" 'cause they're for "glue chugging toddlers." Plus *gestures to Zack's...everything* All That?

Zack: *coughs and suddenly can't meet Cody's eyes* Yeah, well, she's kinda hard to say no to.

Cody: Huh, I thought Floyd said she was getting better abou- Waaaait, you mean hard for you!

Zack: Uh...maybe?

Cody: *gets That Spongebob meme face and leans in* You like Gamer Girl, don't you Zackary?

Zack: *grabs him by the shirt collar* Breathe a word of this to anyone and your crush finds out about the Marmalade Incident, got it?

Cody: Got it. *after Zack lets him go he can't help but get one last dig in* You look very pretty by the way. That sparkly pink nail polish in particular really makes your claws pop! *Zack throws a shoe and nails him in the face*

[artemistshinra]

Inktober. Halloween costumes

Dammit Kim broke character. Guess who they're dressed for Halloween.

[mark-of-chrysus]

#14

A squeaky hammer hit the desk hard enough to dent the wood.

"Alright folks, the first meeting of the 'Ulrta Mega-Simp Club' has officially begun!" Daniel announced before pointing to his vice president, Zack. "What's on today's list of discussions?"

The boy cleared his voice and adjusted his fake mustache before reading loudly from his clipboard.

"To begin with, we must welcome our new members and let them introduce themselves and the reason they have decided to join our glorious army-cough! club."

"Did he just verbally cough?" Someone whispered incredulously, causing Danny to slam his hammer repeatedly onto the desk for silence.

"Then we must inspect the status of their inner simp through a trial...TO THE DEATH! Afterward, we have a 30-minute break for tea and snacks and proceed onto the usual afternoon program of simping."

The president adjusted his own neon green fake mustache with a thoughtful look, before motioning for them to go ahead as planned. He sat up and cleared his voice gravely.

"My name is Daniellicus Maximus Eugeneseternalbaneicus Park. I am the devoted and eternal simp of the beautiful, brilliant, generous, superb, glamorous-"

Zack coughed and was rewarded a nasty glare in response before Danny continued.

"JAY HONG, soon to be Jay Park, loop-willing!"

He unraveled a poster bigger than himself with Jay's face while confetti rained down on him from the vents. It made it entirely worth it to have stuffed Vin Jin's goons into the vents the previous night with the confetti cannons. His performance was rewarded with deafening applause before Zack took the stage.

He looked around, leaned into the microphone, and just said, " I love Mira."

His 'secret' was received with deadpan stares that all seemed to say 'we know'. The boy left the stage silently, the tips of his ears burning brightly, but with a proud expression, as if daring anyone to protest.

The whole Burn Knuckles came onto the stage to express their adoration for their cinnamon roll leader, then the Beauty Dept. girls, who had to be escorted off the stage for expressing their love for Eli in a manner that was too frightening for the male population to bare. After that whole fiasco came a few other no-name simps who sang their praises for the object of their affection (someone had literally read a poem about how much they loved the cafeteria, which...fair, it was free food and free drama, what more could you ask for).

The first stage of their meeting ended somewhat peacefully.

Then came the trials.

DUN! DUN! DUN!

Everyone jumped and turned towards Zack, who sheepishly lowered the beatbox he had pulled out from god knows where. They were all lined up and Danny pulled out a tube of toothpaste, while the boxer fished his phone out of his pocket and began filing the interrogation/interviews with the flair of a professional cameraman.

"What would you do for your bias?" was the question addressed to all members and each of them gave an answer that was more worrying than the other, up to the point where homicide and world enslavement was mentioned.

Satisfied with their new simps the two concluded the interviews and awarded each of them with a badge made out of the lid of a noodle cup with the words 'I'm a proud member of the UMSC' written on in sharpie.

Afterward, the newly established UMSC had a wonderful, peaceful tea party in which they bonded over their shared love of their bias and other various things. Unknowingly, Daniel had created the ultimate weapon against the 4 Major Crews, whose own members would slowly be baptized into the simp way and join the UMSC, turning it into an unstoppable force of over 3 thousand fanatic followers and devoted simps.