#cheaters and pirates are apparently a thing for me

[blushweddinggowns]

Some context expansions. I write explicit works and am angling for another Dom Eddie so that's a factor. And I don't do unhappy endings. I do morally ambiguous endings, but always happy for the boys.

Option 1. Rockstar Eddie falling for a completely oblivious Steve and trying to hide his fame to have a normal relationship because Steve has a celebrity vendetta. (Alternate Universe)

Option 2. Established Relationship Steddie dealing with the after effects of an overly affectionate, aggressive, and protective Kas Eddie. (In Universe)

Option 3. Married "ready to leave my wife for you" Steve cheating with "i can not handle that kind of pressure" Eddie, (In Universe)

Option 4. Adult siblings Robin and Eddie with single dad Eddie begging for a babysitter rec, which Robin gives in the form of her bestfriend that she's never let Eddie meet, on the one condition that you do NOT fuck her best friend. He does not follow this condition. (Alternate Universe)

Option 5. Pirate Eddie escorting cursed Prince Steve overseas for a possible cure to an unknown affliction, with explicit instructions to kill him if it doesn't work. And to ignore any singing you may here at night with him on board. And a whole other list of strange details. (Alternate Universe)

[littlesniggy]

Don’t leave me

Anon:I have to agree with the previous anom, Strangers is way too good I'm totally in love 😍🙈 Since your bio say that u like dark themes and u accept requests can u please write for Law, like a dark-smutty-angst idk? 👀 (female reader pls) I'm craving for it... If u not vibe with it it's fine, thank u for your work 🤍

It’s the first time I tried writing angst and it’s not too shabby I think. Law is an asshole and reader is a little bit too obsessed with him hence making a pretty toxic relationship. I hope you like it and I hope it’s angsty enough? Cause I don't know. At least it’s smutty and dark.. 😅🙈

Warning: 18+, abusive relationship, cheating, nsfw, angst(?)

Word count: 2.6k

“Who was the woman you were talking to?” your voice sounded insecure, hands fidgeting and your eyes were focused on the floor. Law looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question and a confused look on his face. “Who are you talking about?” he questioned. “T-the one just now. With the brown hair and big…breasts.” Now Law was even more confused. “Name-ya? She is the doctor of a pirate crew. You’ve met her before, remember? You got along pretty well.” He told you but you couldn’t remember her. “Really?” you whispered, your nervousness taking over your body.

Law sighed and put his hands on your shoulders. “Look at me, Y/n-ya.” He demanded. Slowly, you lifted your eyes and looked at his. His eyes were hard, trying to search for something in your eyes that apparently wasn’t there. “Stop worrying about other women, okay? I have only eyes for you.” You didn’t believe him. You were no pirate and you only saw Law ever so often; sometimes you almost forgot what he looked like, what he smelled like, what he sounded like. All those times he was away you were convinced he found someone new; someone, who was more exciting, more enticing, more….just more.

Laws hands wandered down your arms and stopped at your hips, pulling you closer. “Believe me, Y/n-ya. I would never, ever cheat on you.” His thumbs were circling your hipbones, giving you a warm feeling and you felt a little more at ease. You nodded, leaning your head against his muscular chest. Your doubts, however, were still present. He could make you feel a little more secure in your relationship but only until the next train of thought hit you – and it always hit you hard.

“C’mon, Y/n-ya. Stop thinking so much about things that are only in your mind and let’s enjoy the time we can spent together, okay?” You listened to his words and to the voice rumbling through his chest. You nodded again but didn’t look up at him. His hands traveled to your back, rubbing it in comfort.

Your muscled relaxed and you could finally breathe a little more freely. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing him closer against your body, feeling his warm through your thin shirt, his hot breath on the top of your head, and his calm presence around you. “I love you, Law.” You mumbled against his chest, now slowly lifting your face to look at him. He smiled a little and bend down, kissing you on your lips with his warm lips. “I know.” He replied and then pushed you gently towards your bed, making you sit and then lay on it, kneeling above your body.

You bit your lip, pulling him down again for another, now more heated kiss. Your doubts slowly were pushed to the back of your mind only to be pulled back later again. His hand travelled down your side and moved under your shirt, caressing your naked skin underneath. It made you giggle into the kiss at the feeling and you squirmed under him since you were really ticklish. Law smiled against your lips and then moved his down, along your jawline and to your neck where he started sucking and licking on your delicate skin, leaving a purple mark. Then, he moved to the other side and repeated this action, making you sigh in pleasure.

His hand had found your boob in the meantime and massaged it gently through your bra, making you moan quietly. It felt good; his touch, his breath, his lips – everything made you feel lightheaded. And you anticipated the moment he filled you up with his dick. Your own hands travelled over his chest‚ feeling the hard muscles under your touch. His pelvis pressed down against yours and you could feel his erection through his pants. An excited feeling rushed through your veins and you moved against his clothed sex.

“L-Law…” you gasped as he bit down on your neck, pressing your body against his. “L-let me…let me suck you off…” he moved back and looked down at you, pupils dilated due to the the arousal. “Y/n-ya….” He said breathlessly but smiled at you. He moved down from you and laid down next to you. You sat up, looking over at him. You moved between his legs and put your hands on the button of his waistband, opening it and pulling his pants along with his underwear down, exposing his erect member.

After you removed his shoes, his clothes were thrown off the bed to not bother you anymore. Your eyes traveled up his legs, his muscular thighs and almost missed the little red mark close to his most private area – almost. Your eyes darkened and you got down, put a hand on his leg and pushed it to the side to have a better view of it. Law looked at you confused and propped himself up und his arms, wanting to know what happened.

“What’s this?” you asked, voice strained, your eyes glistering. “What is what?” he followed your eyes and sighed. “It’s nothing, Y/n-ya.” He said, letting himself fall back on his back. “Don’t tell me it’s nothing! That’s a hickey! You are cheating on me!” tears spilled down your cheeks and your body started trembling. “Why are you lying to me, Law?” your voice was high pitched, vision blurry. Law sounded annoyed at this point. “So what, Y/n-ya?” You looked up at his words, your heart started to clench tightly. “So what if it’s a hickey? So what if a had someone else suck me off while I was away? Can’t expect me to wait until I get back here, can you? Just thought it would’ve disappeared by now. That was a miscalculation on my part, sorry. You weren’t meant to see it.” He crossed his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

You didn’t know what to say. This whole time you worst fear was Law getting hurt, Law not coming back, Law….finding someone else. All those times you have accused him of cheating you were actually right? He’s always told you not to worry, that he’d only love you and would always wait for you no matter what. Your body was frozen in place, tears silently running down your cheeks and dropped down on your chest. Your eyes were still fixated on this small, red mark on his thigh, the visible proof he wasn’t faithful.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” Flabbergasted, you looked over at his face. He wouldn’t leave you? “C’mon, Y/n-ya. You wanted to suck me off, then get on with it. Just ignore the hickey.”

A loud smack echoed through the room, Law’s cheek slowly turning pin but his eyes were still set on the ceiling. You didn’t know where you took the courage from slapping him but you regretted it instantly. “Was that it? Are you done behaving like a child, Y/n-ya?” Law’s eyes moved over to where you were sitting, unimpressed with your slap. Angrily, you started smacking him again and again, eyes shut closely, rage and hurt fighting inside your body to see which emotion would take over.

You didn’t notice how Law sat up and grabbed your wrists, his grip tight and unforgiving. “Y/n-ya!” he yelled, making you stop moving and looking at him. “Stop it!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you bastard! You’re a cheater, a lowlife, a-!” but he cut you off. Your cheek hurt, your face was facing to the side and the feeling of his hand still on your skin. He hit me. The shock sat deep, your arms going limp in his grip.

“If you behave like a brat, I will treat you like one. I said I won’t leave you and I know you won’t leave me. So, get over it and be a good little girlfriend. You promised me a blowjob and I want it. Now.” His voice was even and somewhat monotone; no yelling, no anger, just his usual tone. “B-but-“ but he cut you off with a kiss, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth, exploring your wet cave. He pulled you closer, pressing your body against his and rubbing his exposed dick against your clothed thigh, groaning into the kiss.

Your thoughts were running wild, you couldn’t think straight. On one hand you were heartbroken; your body hurt, your soul was shattered at this revelation. But on the other hand, did he say he wouldn’t leave you. Did he lie? But he’s always come back to you, regardless of who he has been with before; he always came back to you. You needed him. Every time he was away from him you thought about him and you arched for him to come back.

You haven’t even realized how you reciprocated the kiss and moaned against his body, feeling his dick rub against your thigh. “Law….” You gasped, breaking away from his passionate lips. “Law….don’t leave me, okay? I don’t wanna live without you.” You pleaded, eyes still teary from crying. Law smiled at you and out a hand on top of your head. “I won’t, Y/n-ya. I know you need me.” You felt him push your head down to where his dick was until you were eye level with his mushroom head.

Your eyes caught on to the red mark again but you tried to ignore it. Law was here, with you. Whoever left this mark would never make him feel the way you could make him feel. You closed your eyes and closed your lips around the head of his dick, twirling your tongue around it and sucking on it lightly. You heard him sigh in relief and it made your body tingle in excitement. His huge hand rested on the back of your head, massaging your scalp but pressing you further down in the process. Your jaw widened with each inch you took him in, your tongue gliding down the underside of his shaft, feeling the vein running along under the soft skin.

His abs tensed as you started bobbing your head up and down, sucking on his dick. “Y/n-ya.” He gasped, his grip on your head tightening a little. His reaction made you feel wet between your legs and you moved your hips up and down together with your head to mimic the movement. Your hand travelled over his thigh, then down to his balls and gently fondled them in your palm, squeezing them from time to time. You knew he liked it and you had to think if the other person (you refused to believe there could be more than one other person) could give him head as well as you could.

You took him in deeper, down your throat and started swallowing down on him, making him groan in pleasure from your action. Your saliva coated his dick and dripped out of your mouth, making the sounds of your mouth around his dick wetter and dirtier. You couldn’t help yourself and moan quietly around his dick, swallowing his pre-cum like it was the most delicious juice. “That’s my Y/n-ya. Always eager to please me. That’s what I love about you.” You widened your eyes at his words, then started picking up your pace. ‘That’s what I love about you.’ Those words flooded your mind like a tsunami and made you feel high. He wouldn’t say such a thing to anyone else, right?

He grabbed your hair and pulled you off his dick, making you whine a little at the loss of him inside your mouth. “You want my dick so badly, Y/n-ya?” you nodded, lips slightly open, saliva and pre-cum coating them. “Take off your clothes for me, will ya?” he asked and before he had even finished his sentence did you start taking off your shirt, followed by your bra, shoes, pants and panties, leaving you completely exposed in front of him. He took a nipple between his teeth and teased them, making you moan in pleasure. He knew exactly what to do to you, his hands wandering down your back to your ass, squeezing your cheeks with his warm hands. He pulled them apart before moving one of his fingers to your entrance, making you press against his touch. “You want it here?” he murmured against your breast, pressing against your rim with his finger.

“A-anywhere is fine, Law.” You panted. You felt his smile against your skin before he pushed you away, looking at you. “The be so kind and get in position.” He asked but it was more like an order. “Of course.” You answered and turned around, laying down on your stomach before pulling your ass up high in the air. Your hands moved to your cheeks and spread them like Law did earlier. The warlord licked his lips at the sight and positioned himself behind you, eager to follow your invitation.

You felt the tip of his dick at your entrance; his hands replaced yours at your cheeks and instead you started rubbing your clit. “Here I go.” Was the only warning you got before he pushed himself inside your tight ass. A deep groan left his mouth and he closed his eyes. You let out a slightly painful squeak but wouldn’t complain. He was here, with you, and he had said he loved you – more or less. But that was enough.

Law gave you some time to adjust before he started moving. His thrusts were slow but deep. He knew he couldn’t just go all out, especially when he did not prepare you whatsoever. But he also knew your body good enough to know that you could take him like this if he only gave you enough time.

He bent down, his mouth right next to your ear while he slowly picked up the pace. His hot breath was coming out erratically, ghosting the side of your face. “That’s my Y/n-ya. Taking me on so well. Do you like it when I take you in the ass?” you mewled and moved your hips against his movements in response as a sign you were ready for more.

Law grinned and kissed your neck almost sweetly; his hips started to slam against your ass, rocking your body forth and back. Small moans filled the room paired with his low grunts. It felt good; the feeling of his dick inside you alone had your pussy dripping and you soon didn’t need to pay attention to your clit anymore and could focus on the feeling inside your ass.

“D-do I make you feel good, Law?” you gasped, trying to look at him over your shoulder. As a response he straightened his back again until he was kneeling behind you in an upright position and pulling you up with him. Your back was pressed against his warm torso, his muscular arm wrapped around your belly, his other hand fondling your breast and his dick moved inside of you. He started nibbling at the shell of your ear, his hoarse voice making you shiver.

“You make me feel so good, Y/n-ya. I will never leave you.” You moaned in response, closing your eyes. “As long as you let me do as I please.” He added. You opened your eyes slightly, hurt reflecting in your eyes but he couldn’t see it. “You can do whatever you want. Just don’t leave me, Law.” You replied. Yes, you would never complain to him again. It was better to be hurt than without him. You couldn’t live without him. You wouldn’t live without him. You’d rather be dead than know he wouldn’t come back.

[kittymaverick]

That Time of the Year Again (tm): Get ready for MCF 21: the Harbinger commentary!

It’s that time of the year yet again! Mystery Case Files 21: The Harbinger commentary. If anyone has been waiting for the hilarity that is my commentaries, I’m sorry I’m late this year. I actually started working as a freelance writer, and projects are coming in hot. Plus a recent family matter (not COVID-related. I’m thankfully in one of the safest places from it.) meant I had to put this on a back-burner. And then I guess I left it there for too long and triggered the smoke alarm, and people entered my inbox going “Are you okay???” So without further ado, let’s get this started. *cracks fingers* I have DUAL MONITORS NOW which means I can see my commentary AND watch the playthrough at the same time. (Yet, I still DON’T have a credit card. This is the new running joke.) I’m going to be watching YouGib’s playthough. Pazu also has his playthrough up. Spoilers below the cut as usual!

First, Grandma? A new studio? (A quick google shows they have done quite a bit of HOP titles and series.) Welcome to the MCF family! I hope you’re ready for the roasting that’s ahead. 8D MD: You mean the roasting they’ll let me do, right? I don’t know if they would be so nice as to grant you such catharsis right away. MD: Damn… It’s Grandma though. There’ll at least be cookies, right?

I like how “The” is in a place where you can almost read it as “The Mystery Case Files”, which MCF honestly deserves at this point. 21 years! That’s old enough to drink in the US!

(MD: Hm, old fashion building and clothes? Are we having some anachronistic adventure again--) CAT. Black cat. This is Isis. (MD: Not all black cats are Isis…) Yes they are. They are to me--

*Crystal ball* SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.

Captions: (Otherworldly scream) Why yes, yes game, thank you for describing my exact reaction to seeing that darn crystal ball. I love this self-awareness and I hope it stays.

Oh nooooo, green beam of light… (Green was the color of souls used in old Ravenhearst games, and also the type of light that the Archivist from Moths to a Flame evaporated into, iirc.)

MD: Hm, a harbinger usually means something worse is coming up. So who’s harbinger to whom I wonder? Well you could say Emma, Madame Fate, or Victor was the harbinger to Charles, and then Charles himself was a harbinger to Alistair, who apparently was harbinger to the twins, who were also harbinger to Alistair again-- MD: Yes, I know, thank you, please stop. --and then he was harbinger to a Lord Ravenhearst who we never saw again, and then we picked it up again somehow to Phineas Crown though that was much earlier and the pirate was a harbinger of himself in a sense. In fact, I guess in a metasense, you could say each MCF game is a harbinger of the next-- MD: You haven’t even gotten past the opening so PLEASE STOP.

Hm, game difficulty settings-- no Master Detective level. Ten marks off. :( MD: Okay that’s unfair. Also Hardcore is one word. MD: Hey, I’m the pyromaniac, okay? Chill! (Me at recording: pick helpful messages, pick it! PICK IT!)

OH, a CHOICE?! Oh, wait, it’s just the main game and extra content.

THEY GAVE YOU YOUR BUGGY BACK. THEY GAVE IT BAAAAACK. AAAAAHHH. MD: Interior’s a little different, but yes, I HAVE MY CAR BACK AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW. MWAHAHAHA-- Queen: Something strange is happening in Darkmoor. MD: *Does a 180 and goes back home* [The end.] Just kidding. :P I love how all the names of the places we’re going to immediately screams DANGER. MD: If I turned back every time I heard a name like that, I would be a very different person today. Probably saner, less salty, and generally happier.

It took me a while to see clearly, but the bobblehead looks like default MD (the costume seems to be inspired by the Fate Carnival collectibles)! We can now safely assume that MD is either really afraid of the cold, or very, very desperately trying to hide their identity. MD: Don’t tell anyone… but the getup is like a security blanket. ...One that you wear?! MD: Shhhhhh not so loud…….

Queen: Several keywords related to your previous cases-- What keywords? What are they? MD: Ravenhearst? Souls? Pirates? Skulls? Crystal Ball? Madame Fate? Dire Grove? Death herself? Queen: I’m not revealing this mystery… it’ll give the whole plot away! ...Okay, I’m putting ten on Victor, twenty on Charlotte, thirty on Alistar, and a hundred on Charles-- MD: You CHEATER you were spoiled while GOOGLING. --actually, I should do a bingo board instead. Yeah, I’m gonna do that. (And then she spends ten minutes wasting time on that, before giving up. We are at… 2 minutes in of the playthrough. This is normal.)

Queen: We’ve detected a possible energy anomaly-- MD: I’m sorry, we have DONE WHAT?! You guys have technology for that??? MD: Where was this technology for like…. The past ten cases? I really could have used some of that before heading in! (Somewhere in the world, the Mystery Tracker detective hides his gadgets…) (Post video edit: Speaking off, he seems to have gone UFO now.)

*Radio fizzes out* MD: That’s not good. Um… UP AHEAD. MD: THAT’S REALLY NOT GOOD. DETECTIVE TAKE THE WHEEL!!!! MD: THIS BUGGY IS STILL ON MORTGAGE NO. (And the MD, the bobblehead, literally lost their head, lol.)

Gibs is definitely feeling the stylistic difference. I personally don’t think it detracts from the game right now, and if anything, it can open new avenues for MCF to explore. Also, awwww it’s not our old buggy, but hey, I like the red!

MD: Okay… agency device. Better use this to scan for creepy crawly energies. I’m so sad it’s not something you can get attached to… MD: I’m pretty damn attached to my new car, thank you very much. Well, the windshield is already broken, so I think it’s been marked as “readily expendable” emotionally. :P (Machine sort of reminds me of the old machine from Huntsville, actually… which did appear again in… Rewind?)

Wow, that royal decree is like… a permission slip from mom. XD MD: Enough to get people’s attention, but not enough for them to treat me seriously. You would think with lives at stake, they would send something more official? MD: If they did, I might just be out of a job, because half of my job seems to involve waiting for people to get in trouble. Also, marking this officer Davis down as “guy who might get into trouble later and need rescuing”.

...Okay, you know what the device could have been? A portable TV head. MD: I will PUNT that metal box so hard if they handed me one! Missed moment of creepy, honestly.

“The agency never ceases to amaze me”??? MD: I meant that in both the “wow, I can’t believe this is what you used our money on!” and the “wow, I can’t believe this is where you used our money instead of that other really important thing we could have had” sense. Never cease to amaze you in how disappointed you are at them, then. MD: After our last security breach, yes.

Solved Case Files, omg. And you carry it on your car.XD MD: The therapist said I needed to “express my outrage” more healthily than arson. And you made the WORLD NEWS???? Whatever happened to being the most secretive person in the world?! MD: Shhhhh let them keep guessing… (Also, Bobblehead isn’t our MD, it seems. A case of mistaken identity. Awww….)

Guy in purple: I didn’t do anything wrong! Hm, this guy is sus… also, we’re in the UK, confirmed? MD: ...As if the name didn't’ give it already. Also, SIR, SIR, YOU DROPPED YOUR purse……. Well I guess it’s my purse now.

Tarot cards as collectibles! More Madame Fate coming up?

Wow, that police station entrance was a time machine. We’re back in modern-day old town England! MD: ….pattern on floor, sus… Aaaaand power outage. Cue bars. Policeman trapped. Oops. MD: Number of people that needed rescuing is now one, and is exactly as I predicted.

Police: Um, can you come closer? I dunno man, you behind bars, pretty sus. Maybe you’re not a real police. Police: Oh please. We talking real? How about your prove you’re the real Master Detective-- MD: *Hands Queen’s note* Police: Right that’ll work. (We didn’t get to flash our badge?!)

Wait, you’re in a ROYAL AGENCY??? Did you.... change agencies or something??? MD: After the last game, can you really blame me if a headhunter came asking? Me: No but… you work for the CROWN???? MD: Hey, if me collecting stories for Grandma Queen wasn’t obvious enough, I don’t know what else to say.

Wow, an ACTUAL FLASH DRIVE. We’re actually in modern day society. XD Albeit one with really industrial looking computers. (Now I need to go and check if the old games used floppy disks…)

Witness 1: It’s not like she has a crystal ball! Suspect purple: Yeah, I’m a fair owner. Girl Aisling is a fortune reader. ...Madame Fate, Madame FATE, MADAME FATE. MD: Okay, maybe that cat WAS Isis after all. Guy: She likes watching ravens. MD and I, simultaneously: FUCK.

I have to say, the puzzles are quite refreshingly different from ones that have appeared in the past. Me likey.

Gibs sees victim photo on autopsy table: What a handsome devil he is! Me: *Dies laughing and fails to make comments for a while*

Oh wow, you can write coherently again! Actual journals! Clear sketches! (Actual cutscene replay???? TWENTY POINTS.) MD: Therapy can be a wonderful thing sometimes. ...Please tell me you’re talking actual therapy and not “I got to explode a ship and the pirates on it” therapy. MD: Well, that counts as therapy still, right?

Okay Madame Fate, if you have a daughter, or this is your granddaughter, please just descend from heaven and let us know right now. (...wait, didn’t Madame Fate have a son? The really big eater guy? Franco!) That said, it says the veil of time, which might be an allusion to the Dark Veil too.

Omg a FAX MACHINE.

Davis: Right, good luck heading into town to the victim’s home! MD: Yep! Thanks for being a rare competent soul in this universe! Really appreciate the help-- [Rose street.] MD: ...Is it too late to turn back? Yes, yes it is entirely too late. 8D Let’s gooooooooo! MD: *sighs*.

SHADOW IN JAMES’ HOUSE! SHADOW! MD: Probably Nigel. He was sneaking around already.

MENTION Of CAT. CAT. MD: ...are you broken? ...Yes. (It’s nearing 1 am. So Kitty commentary might be retroactive below.)

Huh, HOP has sections that unlock objects like in Dark Parables. Neat!

Well, well, well, what do we have here? Small town drama as usual. MD: The predictable disappointment of human nature. Why can’t I just have cases that deal with that? No supernatural stuff, just little town murder mysteries. Little Town Mystery Case Files, coming to a store near you soon! (I’ll be honest, Grandma, I would play that once, just to have MD be completely paranoid over nothing actually supernatural.)

Santa Claus Beard Guy: I hope I didn’t scare you. MD: I’ve had undead grip me through the window. A little shadow doesn’t spook me. A family whose last name begins with a D though rattles them. MD: Please don’t give away my weaknesses so quickly...

Santa Guy: So the cat kicked my ass. Can you get me some medicine? MD: Sure thing. BTW, where is this cat, and how can I recruit it to kick the asses of my enemies?

Eeeeehhhh complex door puzzles are back! Except they are now complex cupboard puzzles.

WOOOOOOOOOW that’s a LYNX if I ever saw one! MD: Hey, remember how I say I’m not good with animals? Too bad, grab the pet carrier, you’ll need it. MD: ...please don’t scratch me. Cat: *Roars* MD: *flips shit, runs and hides*

James has visited the Museum of Mysteries… And what’s with the MCF crest in his diary??? MD: Wait… Allison? ALLISON THE REPORTER??? Omg, James is her BROTHER. THEY HAVE THE SAME LAST TIME EVEN OMG. MD: ……….. I’m NOT going to be the deliverer of this bad news. Hey MD, does that curse that surrounds people associated with you extend to their families? MD: Thank you for going where my brain didn’t want to, now kindly proceed no further. Just morbidly wondering…...

MD: They… they visited all the places that my cases took place. EVEN A HOUSE I REPORTED BURNED DOWN AND EXPLODED. AND THEN CAMPED OUT IN DIRE GROVE. MY GODS ALMIGHTY YOU TWO!!!! ...These siblings don’t have a lot of self-preservation sense, huh? MD: There are some things that should NOT run in the family. This is one of them. (I’ll be honest. Just… HOW can the MD process this kind of guilt??? Kudos to you, Grandma Studios. This is possibly the most evil story choice ever, and you went there. Slow, claps. Seriously. That said there is a small plothole here with James saying he was there when MD rescued Allison. I think that might be a translation/grammar error though.)

Journal: Oh btw John worked on the Ravenhearst manor restoration. MD: *grabs John* WHY. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME AND TO THE WORLD?! John: Um….. it was work? MD: SOME PLACES ARE BETTER OFF GONE. Hey, look on the bright side. You can burn it down again as therapy! John: Oh btw, I made the elaborate locks-- MD: *Begins to strangle John* NO HOMICIDES MASTER DETECTIVE! You investigate them, not commit them! MD: TELL ME THAT AFTER I’M DONE.

MD: Okay, John. Let me be clear on one thing. You are now number one sus on my list of “The person that’s gonna betray me in the end” right now, and probably staying there. If you turn out to be one of the Dalimars or their crony in disguise, I will END YOU. Are we clear? John: ………… MD: What? John: You’re more terrifying than James’ cat--

*Another prevention of homicide later…* MD: Alright, fine. Containers, opened. Toy, fixed. “Cat”, got. Now take it and get out. John: Thanks, here is the final piece to that closet door that I totally have been keeping from you this whole time. ….Seriously???? MD: ….Like I said, top of my shitlist. *Reads the closet puzzle poem* On second thought GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE I HAVE QUESTIONS!

James is the greatest dork. He locked his special diary entries with a lock. I’m so sad we didn’t get to meet him in person. Though that said... MD: My gods, some common sense is really missing from this family’s mind. Seeds from the carnival?! A cube from probably dire grove??? How does it feel knowing you contributed indirectly to his demise? 8D MD: ...It’s like seeing someone win the Darwin award and feeling bad that you are the one handing the trophy to them.

Davis: Oh hey, a cassette? Let me go and get the camera for it. We’ll meet later! MD: Wait a second, you’re gonna end up dead if you do that! Davis: No, I’m gonna be fine! Here’s a ticket to the night market! Have fun! MD: …… ...More Darwin award nominations? MD: No. Awww….

Marge: Oh hi detective! Thank you for saving me and my daughter so many years ago! MD: …. Who are you again? *Goes to google* Oh, she’s that woman from Reverant’s Hunt…. MD: Ah, the gossip hen. My gods what’s with this town and its inhabitants… It’s like all the people connected to you which fate has yet to kill are all showing up again for a chance of going to the afterlife! 8Db MD: That would be the worst lottery ever. All in the life of being Master Detective’s friend! Forecast for percent of death: high! MD: *curls up in a corner to be depressed*

Nigel: What do you want? MD: Here are your seeds. Nigel: Okay I’m gone! MD: Right, now Aisling-- WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. Crow: Caw-caw! MD: You, you’re not Crowlister, but if you are responsible, I will make you one very bald bird.

Okay, soooooo what do we do? MD: Removed what the device can. Guess we’re down to brewing this… tea... ...I think you need this tea more than her, honestly.

“I expect these MCF references now.” XD I think the 4th wall has just been shattered into oblivion.

Aisling: I see death all around you Master Detective! MD: Thank you for stating the obvious that has been made abundantly clear by the past hour and a half of plot. Davis: Hey waddap? MD: ….*breaks down sobbing* YOU’RE STILL ALIVE THANK GOODNESS! *hugs Davis* Davis: Um… what’s going… anyway, you should look at the video.

MD: Nigel! This video here suggests something. Want to talk before I make you? Nigel: This proves nothing! Now go away, I have preparations to-- Noooooooooo! *Nigel is swallowed by the earth* ……...MD? MD: NOT IT. WASN’T ME. DEFINITELY NOT ME! You saw that right, Davis? Davis: Oh no, he’s dead! Guess we’ll need to exhume him. MD: Now hold on, that reaction is just WAAAAAY TO BLAND.

(Watched a little bit ahead. I have some theories on who Aisling might be, since Gib’s thumbnail does appear to hint at it. We’ll see where it goes!)

(Aaaaand I was right!)

[Here ends entry one. Part two is going to be even more retroactive...]

[gosh-im-short]

Taking the Bull by the Horns  {Loki x oc}  Prologue: The Box Turns Out to be Important

“Rock, paper, scissors- shoot!”

“Ha! I win!”

“What? That’s not fair! You cheated!”

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes, it’s so!”

“You have no evidence against me.”

I huffed in defeat at that.

“Okay. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t a cheater.”

Clint looked at me offended and made some sort of gasp of repulsion.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

Thank you speech class for your wonderful help in getting me this far in my snarky comebacks.

He simply gave a roll of his blue eyes at me and lightly shoved my shoulder towards the wall.

“You lost the bet fair and square. Now. Go get me a sandwich.”

“There weren’t any fair squares.” I mumbled as I scooted across the small metal platform that loomed across the cemente a good twenty feet below.

I used the metal railing to pull myself up before I looked down the edge of the platform. Well. Seems that I was the one who had to go down and get the sandwiches. Great.

Tingling with nervousness I reached for the rope that felt more like a string in my fingers before I looked down at the cement.

What if I lost my grip? I would plummet to the cement and land with a sickening crack as my-

“Hey, Sallie. You good?” My brother’s voice brought me out of my daze and I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Yeah. I’m good.” I said while putting a smile on my face to which he gave he a toothy grin that made his blue eyes lighten up.

“Good. Now go get me a sandwich, little sis.” I playfully rolled my eyes and without a single hesitation I hopped off the platform while grabbing the string with my other hand.

I wrapped my ankles around the string like rope as I went down into the large and loud room.

There must have been a dozen doctor’s buzzing around with clipboards and white lab coats that flapped with each step they took. Their conversations were all business and curt.

There were four or so black cladded agents armed with rifles ready to defend the room in any given notice. But they were all here for one thing.

One small thing. A little blue box. Literally it was a glowing blue box that was driving everyone crazy for some reason.

Soon my feet hit the ground and now I was able to hear the conversing better.

“Doctor Selvig. There are strange energy readings coming from the Tesseract.”

A tan skinned man who looked like he had Arabian in him informed Doctor Selvig.

Or Erik as he had told me to call him that one time I brought him a granola bar.

That was the way to befriend scientists apparently.

I neared the shiny, metal table that the younger man was bent over at one of the computers that displayed the shiny box.

“Energy readings? That’s odd.” Erik mumbled as he moved the younger man out of the way with his arm with flannel on it and bent over the computer himself.

“What’s up, Doc?” I asked as I stopped by to see what they were fussing about now. Honestly, in my opinion they were making too much of a big deal out of this. Okay, yes the blue box was from outer space and whatever, but what if it was just like an everyday common thing from wherever it’s from? For all we know we could be protecting some kind of toaster for crying out loud.

But let’s pause by rantings for a sec.

“Ah, hello there, Sallie.” Erik said briefly spotting in looking at the computer to give me a closed mouth smile before returning his gazing. “And nothing new just trouble. The Tesseract is being very strange.”

“Really?” I said as I decided to stick around for a few more seconds since Clint would just have to wait for the sandwiches. It was his fault for cheating anyway. “I thought it’s strange all the time.”

“Yes, you’re right about that.” He said with a light chuckle before resuming a serious expression. “But this time.. it’s different.”

I looked over at the blue box to see that the tan skinned man from before was now examining the box.. by poking it with a metal stick. I didn’t have some degree in smartness or whatever, but that seemed like a bad idea with an alien toaster.

Who knows what could explode out of it?

“But this should fix it.” He said before he pressed a button that had some sort of importance to it and the humming of the box cut off.

“See?” Erik said with a proud grin on his face only for twelve seconds later it returned with the same humming tune. And Erik’s triumphant grin disappeared. “What?”

I looked in between the computers trying to figure out the different.. colors. It was just.. different kind of shades of grey and like... brown.

“Was that suppose to happen?”

He hurriedly shook his head as his eyes worriedly scanned over the computers.

“No. That.. that should have shut it off.”

Should have.

Oh great. The ending of the world was going to start by a electric, blue toaster.

“Well, uh.. as much as I would love to help you, Erik... I can’t. I can’t even see the colors on the screen.” I said with a sort of helpless shrug as I gestured to the screen with my right hand. “But word of advice- might as well tell Fury about this.” He simply nodded to my words before I gave his shoulder a friendly pat and walked off.

 My pixie cut, curly hair that was like.. a brownish blonde or a blondish brown bounced slightly as I kept my steps brisk and short out of the large room. I headed up the metal and loud stairs while moving around a couple of agents who were descending downwards.

I soon made it up the stairs and into a large hallway before I continued in my walking. I had the tendency to walk fast even though I had stubby legs and was about as tall as a twelve year old boy. Even then most people had to speed walk in order to keep up with my short and quick strides.

Some of the agents dubbed me as the Flash. But at least it was better than what I had been officially nicknamed which was Dove. Every time I heard it I always thought about chocolate. When you’re a secret agent and had to be really fit eating chocolate isn’t the best way to go. Because who knows? Maybe I’ll get attacked. Like that one time last year in New Mexico with that crazy hobo guy that Clint told me about.

But, back to the mission of sandwiches.

I continued briskly walking down the hallway and even ended up passing Director Fury or, as I secretly called him with Clint, the Pirate of the Seven Motherfuckers.

He said the word a lot.

I gave him a nod in greeting to which his one eye flickered towards me before looking straight ahead. Nat was the only who was only tolerable to him I think.  

 Finally after a few more minutes of walking I made it to the breakroom and saw- the fridge.

It was small. Like the one that would be a in motel or something.

But it was where all the good stuff was stashed.

I crouched down the small fridge before opening it up and retrieving two sandwiches.

“You know you’re only suppose to take one at a time.”

I stood back up quickly making the blood swish around in my head and turned around. A grin came onto my face.

“And here I was thinking I would be able to sneak past the man who has eyes on the back of his head.”

Phil simply tilted his head with that smile that spread across his face on.

“Guess it’s not your day.”

“Well, it rarely is. And these-“ I held the two sandwiches up for a moment “-aren’t just for me. I have to feed a hungry bird.”

Phil chuckled at my words.

“Than I can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope. Clint gets grumpy whenever he’s hungry so I’m doing the whole facility a favor.” I said as I made the fridge’s door close with my hip and walked out of the kitchen with Phil chuckling lightly at the truthfulness of my words.

Clint was grumpy whenever he didn’t have his coffee or his food. But other than that he was like a dog with realistic views about life.

That... didn’t make sense, but neither does my brother.

Once more I found the hallway that connected all the other hallways together.

I was walking at my normal pace since there wasn’t a reason to hurry back.

But than I heard the gun fire.

And the shouting.

And explosions.

And then I was bolting down the hallway while gripping the two sandwiches in one hand which was kind of harder than it looked actually.

After running down the steps, I skidded a stop by the doors of the large room whenever my eyes landed on a tall male? standing in front of me.

Quickly, I squeezed myself next to the wall and out of the doorway before he spotted me.

While still gripping the sandwiches and probably squishing them at this point, I peeked my head around the corner before shooting back into a straight, terrified stick.

Whoever the attacker was took out the armed men and I managed to catch a glimpse of destruction around what used to be a lab. Now.. it looked like a war zone.

So many questions filled my head.

How had the attacker gotten in?

Was Clint alright?

What about Erik?

But what most stood out in my head was ‘what was I going to do?’

My eyes drifted down to the gun on my black cladded thigh.

I had a gun. And I was behind him.

I could shoot him.

I could save everyone.

And I could finally be something more than just Clint’s little sister.

I felt slightly bad that that was the first thing that went to mind, but I was still going to do the right thing anyway.

Slowly I set the sandwiches down at my feet and stood back up.

 I could hear whoever was still there speaking to the attacker who as far as I could tell was a man by his deep voice.

Or it was a woman with a deep voice.

Well, the only reason I cared what gender they were was so that I knew were to hit them where it hurts.

Because it really does matter actually.

Or at least that’s what Nat taught me, but I never went against her defensive training.

Suddenly, I heard a loud gunshot causing me to nearly yelp in fright.

But.. the gun shot wasn’t directed at me though. Must have been at someone who survived, or uh...was surviving. No.. had been surviving. Yeah... grammar.

 Slowly, my hand slid down to my right thigh that was next to the opening of the doorway before it carefully drew the gun out. Keeping my breath even I pulled it up to my sight before I switch the safety off with a click. I held my breath.

No running footsteps.

Good sign.

Slowly and very carefully I made sure it was loaded. I gripped the gun with both hands. Okay. This was it.

I took a deep breath.

Than I turned to my right and suddenly appeared in the doorway.

I had no time to lose.

I ran inside the large room while raising the gun. I barely heard my own feet pounding against the ground causing the surviving heads to turn towards me.

And just as I was about to fire- someone fired first.

I let out a cry of pain as something rammed into my right shoulder.

I started falling back.

With a loud smack! my head landed.

There was ringing. So much ringing in my ears. I couldn’t hear.

But I felt the footsteps moving towards me. I raised my hands at whoever was approaching. But they were empty. The gun was gone.

My hazel eyes looked up at my attacker only to meet steady blue ones back.

He had a gun pointed straight at me.

I froze. The pain in my shoulder was gone.

All I could hear was my own heart pounding in my ears.

Time just... slowed down.

Clint’s index finger movement was groggy and in slow motion as he got ready to fire a bullet into my head.

But I could still see it.

He.. was going to kill me.

Than my survival instincts took over.

I swung my leg into his and made him stumble a tad. And in a instant I was on top of him.

But he still had the gun.

My eyes widened as I rolled off of him barely missing the bullet whizzing past my head.

I landed on my side with a grunt before quickly rolling back onto my feet just as he did. Than I realized my mistake.

I hadn’t knocked the gun out of his hands and he still had it.

It was locked onto my shocked features.

“Clint.” I whispered his name.

Than I saw it.

The hesitation.

His very bright, blue eyes hesitated for a moment. Just a moment.

But that was all I needed.

With a battle cry I charged at him.

Realizing his mistake he fired a bullet but by some miraculous miracle it only scrapped the side of my temple.

I tackled him to the ground. With one swift motion I yanked the gun out of his hands.

I rolled off of him and back to my feet while shakily griping it down at him. My hands were sweating as my heart was pounding. But even though my hands were shaking, I didn’t let go of the damn gun.

“Well. That’s new.”

My eyes snapped up to the male voice.

The attacker. He was standing there in what seemed like a long, black robe of sorts. I was able to make out black hair that was spiky at the ends and sort of long. Or at least longer than my hair.

I kept the gun pinned down at Clint while my gaze drifted to the bright object in his hands. A spear? A glowing spear?

A weapon maybe?

And he.. did he shoot me with that? Well that’s just kind of rude.

“Who are you?” I asked with the strongest voice that I could muster at the moment as my legs were screaming at me to sit down while my shoulder was.. well. I couldn’t feel it actually.

He huffed as if annoyed at my question.

“I am Loki of Asgard. And I am your future king and ruler.” He declared to me in a boisterous tone and in spite of my brother almost killing me a couple of seconds ago, I let out a snort.

“Really? You? You and all.. that?” I asked with a lift of my eyebrows as I gestured at his attire with the gun. “Because honestly its all a bit.. much. You need some help.”

Even from my spot I could see him visibly roll his eyes.

“And you call yourself an expect in fashion?”

I glanced down at my black jeans, black boots, and my favorite blue denim jacket.

On my injured shoulder I saw a strange blackness on there.

Well.. that wasn’t good. He ruined my jacket.

“Well. Not really. But better than you.”

Oooh, that ticked him off.

I could see it in his eyes.

“I grow tired of you, you pathetic mortal.” And suddenly I was knocked down to the ground.

I grunted whenever my right shoulder was shoved into the ground even though the numbness was there still.

Damnit. Clint got me.

I looked up at him and saw that he had the gun fixed at my head in a blank expression.

His eyes.. something was wrong with them. Something I had never seen before.

And I didn’t want to see it anymore.

This wasn’t my Clint.

“Go ahead. Do it.” I edged him on with gritted teeth. “Just.. do it.”

When we were kids my older brothers always said that there were going to kill me whenever I did something mischievous to them. I never knew that those words would be so true.

Slowly I saw his finger pull back the trigger. It was like some part of him didn’t want to do this.

But why was he even doing this?

I closed my eyes.

I never wanted to see my death.

But I knew one thing for sure, I was not going to look pretty at my funeral.

And just when I accepted my fate- it stopped.

“Wait.”

My hazel eyes opened to see that the barrel of the gun still pointed to my forehead. At the sound of approaching footsteps I looked up.

Him.

“Don’t waste your resources.” The attacker- no. Loki said to Clint.

And for a second I was relieved as I looked up at the man who seemed to be very pale.

“Let her die in the explosion.”

Wait. What?

Suddenly the weight of my abdomen was gone as Clint got off and up to his feet.

I was alive. Not dead. But alive.

But not for long.

As the two walked away, followed by a man I couldn’t remember the name of and Erik, my eyes saw why they were leaving.

There was a blue substance gathering over my head. I craned my neck to look at my brother for one last time, but I ended up seeing the attacker stumble a tad.

He was weak. Good to know.

But I was going to die.

No use in knowing.

I slumped back down on the cold cement in a strained groan.

My shoulder didn’t hurt. My back did.

Did.. I even have a arm anymore?

In one look I could see that I did indeed have a arm. But there on my shoulder was the black substance. Like I was burned.

I looked back up at the ceiling.

I was tired. So, so tired.

My legs were heavy.

My arms were heavy.

And my eyes were heavy.

With my version slowly closing down around me I heard someone talking to someone else with the name “Barton” thrown in the words somewhere.

I lost my grip on this world as someone spoke my name while walking towards me.

[tigerlover16-uk]

Well, just read up to the end of the Champa saga in the Dragon Ball Super manga...

I’ll give it this much credit. The artwork is nice and expressive, it was cool to see an actual fight between Beerus and Champa in the past, Majin Buu simply failing the entry test instead of falling asleep works a bit better than the anime, especially in hindsight with the universe survival arc since it means Buu’s sleeping won’t be quite as overplayed here, Goku’s fight with Botamo was better than in the anime and even his fight with Frost was a bit better in places, at least in it’s choreography...

but literally EVERYTHING ELSE was a downgrade from the anime.

Remember how the anime gave Piccolo a short but pretty good fight with Frost that showed off his wide range of techniques and expert battle strategy, and how Piccolo would have won if Frost hadn’t cheated... well here, they just exchange a couple of punches and whatever before Frost used his poison on him, it lasts 3 or 4 pages at most with nothing particularly impressive happening and there’s no implication that Frost even NEEDED to use the needle to beat Piccolo.

And you know why? Well, remember how the anime set up Frost as this great hero celebrated throughout universe 6 as it’s greatest hero who lead an army to defend the universe from evil forces and end wars, but then it turned out that he was actually leading space pirates in conquering and selling planets he pretended to save for high profits, all the while making himself look like a hero to the rest of the universe? And how that made him kinda just like Frieza, but smarter and gave him enough unique qualities to still be his own character even if he was a bit of a knockoff?

Well screw that actually interesting idea that had potential to be further expanded upon. Because in the manga, he’s just some rando who happens to just be a dirty cheater, and just wanted to get the tournament over with quickly because he didn’t want to fight in it since he wasn’t being paid. And that’s it.

And the whole thing makes Piccolo’s shafting far more egregious and pointless than in the anime, and Vegeta’s beating him a LOT less satisfying or cool. It all just made Frost feel pointless and flat, whereas the anime at least gave him some character and managed to successfully leave the audience equally disappointed and disgusted with Frost as the characters were. We don’t even get that cool bit of foreshadowing with Hit taking Frost out afterwards.

Magetta and Cabba both get much weaker showings too in their fights, both barely having time to show their stuff with Cabba not even getting to land any good hits on Vegeta after ascending to super saiyan.

They also completely alter the rules for super saiyan God and super saiyan blue, to the detriment of the story. here the super saiyan God form is used again for Goku’s fight with Hit, despite that the form was supposed to be absorbed into Goku’s body after use with SSB effectively being it’s replacement, making it basically bargain sale SS4 instead of it’s own thing. And instead of being about perfect ki control and peace of mind, here super saiyan blue is taken in the exact opposite direction and given an even WORSE power drain than super saiyan 3 where using it more than once means that after the first usage, the user loses 90% of the strength they had when they first used the form that day.

Which Toyotaro tried to use to make Vegeta losing to Hit seem less anti-climactic for Vegeta as if Toyotaro felt he needed to protect Vegeta’s image by making it look like he only lost because he was exhausted. But all it actually does is make Vegeta look like a big idiot for using SSB against Cabba earlier, and along with some other stuff makes Hit himself seem a lot less cool and impressive than he was in the anime.

Speaking of which, you know what an awesome character Hit was in the anime, how great his interactions with Goku were, how he really pushed Goku to the edge, and how AMAZING the moment Goku went Kaio-ken as a super saiyan blue was? Remember how everyone lost their minds over that and how it made the Goku vs Hit fight into one of the most beloved moments in all of Super, if not one of the best fights in the franchise?

Well, screw that apparently, there’s no kaio-ken here. Like I said, Goku just uses Super saiyan god to initially gain the upper hand on Hit, then instead of Hit having the ability to rapidly improve his skills and strength as he’s fighting Goku like he has a fast acting zenkai boost ability, it turns out he was just holding back and Goku has to use Super Saiyan Blue to beat him. It’s... not satisfying at all. And to top it all off, instead of Goku giving up because he realized that he and Hit were basically just being used as pawns for Beerus and Champa’s childish feud and him basically doing so to give Beerus a figurative screw you and teach him a lesson, while still believing Monaka can win for universe 7, in the manga... he just quits because... he feels like it I guess? Hit’s pretending to lose to Monaka makes a lot less sense as a result.

Honest the entire fight felt really anti-climactic and a lot less exciting compared to the anime. And all of the good character building moments and interactions Hit gets throughout the saga in the anime and particularly during this fight are missing, so Hit comes off a lot less flat and interesting whereas even though he wasn’t exactly super fleshed out, he still felt like a rounded character in the anime that you wanted to know more about and put on an amazing show. Here... he’s just kinda meh. And that stinks, because Hit is honestly one of my favourite characters in the franchise so this just left me feeling insulted for him.

Oh, and we also rush through the ending and especially super shenron’s summoning in a montage that takes away most of the spectacle of his summoning from the anime, and the ending with Beerus wishing Universe 6′s earth back for Champa feels less touching because we didn’t get quite as many moments with Champa here compared to the anime or as much interaction, so the build up to the ending was overall weaker.

Honestly, so far this manga feels like a bust. It starts off as basically an abridged version of the Battle of Gods movie (Except not a funny parody like DBZA, just an abridged version of the story that cuts out a lot of the best parts, all of the good character moments that didn’t involve Goku, Beerus and Whis and to a lesser extent Vegeta, and the moments it does show in full usually aren’t handled as well as in the Super anime or in the movie), it skips the Resurrection F arc entirely despite it still happening in this continuity, and the Champa saga just feels... lacking. A lot of the coolest and funniest moments are missing, and a lot of the cool moments replaced with stuff that’s just far less impressive or boring. Character interaction like Vegeta and Cabba aren’t handled as well, all of the supporting cast get virtually no good moments to themselves where even in the anime they all had at least a few good character moments to themselves, if not really being crucial to the story or fights.

Goku comes off as more of a jerk in places, especially when he seems to outright ridicule Gohan for choosing to be a scholar instead of a fighter and being angry he didn’t come to watch the tournament, whereas in the anime he was disappointed Gohan couldn’t take part because of a press conference, but understanding and happy to shrug it off since he knew Gohan’s academic ambitions were also important and still expressing pride and acceptance in Gohan. So, basically the manga removed a good moment that showed off Goku’s maturity and him being a loving and supportive parent... to replace it with him being a smart mouthed jerk annoyed with his son over matters out of his control. Charming. Are we sure it’s the anime that makes Goku into a selfish parody of himself, people?

Honestly, this manga so far feels pretty weak. There’s very little here that improves on the anime and nothing that improves of the Battle of Gods movie, and it just feels like a watered down experience with some worse writing choices so far, and it ends up underselling all of the universe 6 characters except Botamo oddly enough, and all of the supporting cast. Everything feels less fleshed out, more rushed and just not that satisfying or entertaining, with it’s only saving grace really being the artwork. Not to mention it cuts out any breather episodes, so I know it’s not going to include the baby pan story from episode 43 or anything like that.

I’m still going to read the Future Trunks arc of the manga, but only out of morbid curiosity and because I want to be informed about everything that’s going on in regards to Dragon Ball Super. But honestly so far, I’m starting to really scratch my head and wonder why the heck so many people keep trying to insist to me that the Super manga is so great and the anime is trash by comparison. because honestly, it feels like quite the opposite for me so far. But hey, that’s just me, I can’t blame people for enjoying it, that’s perfectly fine and I encourage people to have fun with things. But I’m getting really annoyed at how people bash the anime for certain things and blame them all on Toei, when this version of the story makes me feel like Toei are the ones actually putting in the effort to make the story as good as they can.

[toseehowthestoryends]

A Different Fate - Chapter 10

Summary: Fiona learns that Rumplestiltskin is the Dark One shortly after Cora breaks his heart, and leaves the Dark Realm to find him. Slowly, they build the relationship they should have had - and Fiona grows determined to restore the destiny she cut away from her son.  Years later, when Belle makes a deal to become the Dark One’s maid, she never expects to find his mother living with him, or to find Fiona encouraging her growing relationship with Rumplestiltskin.

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Chapter 10—“And So Unsure”

Belle waited until that afternoon to drag Rumplestiltskin out into the snow.  By then, the storm had mostly stopped, leaving a few innocent snowflakes floating in the air, and Rumplestiltskin’s sour mood had passed.  She brought him a steaming cup of tea before grabbing his hand and pulling him outside, half surprised (and half not) to find that the protesting Dark One followed her without actually resisting.

“What—what are we doing out here, Belle?” he demanded, looking very out of place in his fine silks and leather pants, surrounded by snow and hardly shivering at all.

The sight made Belle blink, realizing that she’d been sure to bundle up in a warm, fur-lined cloak, but she hadn’t thought to find one for him before pulling Rumplestiltskin outside.  Guilt made her throat tight.  “Are you cold?”

“No…no.  I’m fine.” He looked adorably confused, and Belle bounced forward to grab his hands.

“Surely even Dark Ones get cold.  Can I get you a cloak?”  If she let him go inside, he’d probably never come out, so Belle didn’t let go of his hands—even though he was looking down at their intertwined fingers like he’d never seen such a thing before.

“I can manage that for myself.”  His smile looked unsure, but Rumplestiltskin tugged one hand free to twirl his fingers, and suddenly he was wrapped in a large blue cloak.

“Good! Come on, let’s build a snowman.” Belle started to lead him deeper into the courtyard, but his response made her stop cold.

“A…what?”

“A snow man.” She turned to face him.  “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

When he shook his head wordlessly, Belle felt a part of her heart break.  He’d been human once, but what kind of life had he led? Swallowing resolutely, she decided that she would ask the Black Fairy about that later.  For now, she would show him how.

“Well, then, I’ll help you build your first.”  She gave him her best smile, and tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered when Rumplestiltskin gave her a timid smile in return.

Luckily, the Jolly Roger was ashore at the moment.  Under normal circumstances, Bae wouldn’t have been happy to see the pirate ship, but today was an exception.  He needed somewhere to hide, and a great big ship lying on the sand had to possess about a million hiding places.

And at the moment, Bae would take Hook’s merry band of cutthroats over Rufio’s sadistic little bunch.  He’d run out on their game of pin the tail on the “donkey”, because he’d been their chosen donkey and they wanted to use knives to stick the palm-frond tail into him.  He’d spent the last two days evading them, but he knew that Rufio was getting close.  He’d thrown the Lost Boys off of his scent a half-dozen times, but this time they’d split up and cornered him between the river and the beach.  None of them, however, expected said beach to have a ship on it.

Bae vaguely remembered reading in one of Wendy’s books about how sailing ships like the Jolly Roger were repaired.  They were dragged onto shore and allowed to lean over like crazy so that the bottom of the hull could be patched.  Or something like that.  Whatever their purpose, the pirates had supplies all over the beach.  Barrels and barrels of what Bae assumed was rum and food were scattered everywhere, and some of them were even empty.  Those barrels would make for a great hiding place if he could get to them, because the Lost Boys weren’t going to dare hunt for him among Hook’s pirates.  Because, while Rufio and the others liked fighting pirates, they weren’t dumb enough to take on really long odds without Pan there to help, and it looked like Hook’s entire crew was out here.

So Bae sprinted for a group of barrels that was far enough from most of the pirates, and he made a run for it.  Panting, he dove between the two closest of the bunch, quickly knocking one on its side and squirming into it.  He pulled the lid in as fast as he could, his heart pounding in relief—

But a hand stopped the lid before Bae could get it settled.  “What are you doing there, boy?”

It was Smee. Bae doubted Hook’s favorite henchman could tell him apart from the other Lost Boys, but he remembered Smee.  Smee had been the nicest of a bad lot, and right now he was Bae’s only chance. “Hiding.”  He figured honesty was best.  “From the others.”

“Now why would you want to do that?”

“Because they want to stick knives in me!”

“Well, that’s not very sporting of them.”  Suddenly, Smee turned away, and Bae could hear shouting in the distance.

“We’re going to skin you alive, traitor!”

“You can’t run from us!”  Laughter from Felix.  “We’re your family!”

Smee turned back towards him.  “You say in here, all right?  We’ll deal with this later.”

Bae could barely breathe from relief.

Fiona returned in the middle of a snowball fight, and at first she thought she’d teleported to the wrong castle. Where else could she find two overgrown adolescents throwing chunks of icy fluff at one another whilst they giggled? Belle seemed to be winning, which was no surprise, and even as Fiona stared in shock, the maid nailed Rumplestiltskin right in the face with a snowball.

She jumped even as her son did, expecting the Dark One’s legendary temper to come out, to have to jump in to save the girl (more for Rumplestiltskin’s sake than Belle’s, because the girl might just be the key to freeing him, and if so, she couldn’t have him killing her).  But Rumplestiltskin only stared, looking utterly dumbfounded.  Belle took advantage of that opportunity to hit him with another snowball, although this one only hit him in the chest.  He blinked, looking down at the snow dripping off of his cloak, and then looked back up at the maid with eyes full of confusion and wonder.

Then his hands came up, and magic swirled in the air as a giant wave of snow picked itself up and landed right on Belle’s head.

“You cheater!”  Belle’s voice was slightly muffled from being under all that snow; Fiona could only see her feet and her hands until she scrambled out from under the miniature mountain, and it almost made her giggle.

Much to Fiona’s surprise, when Rumplestiltskin laughed, it was an actual laugh, not that irritatingly high-pitched giggle. In all of her years living with her son, she had heard that laugh once or twice—and it had taken her a decade to find it.  Belle has been here for less than two months.

“Of course I cheated.”  Rumplestiltskin’s grin severely undermined his serious response.  “I have magic.”

“Well, I’m clever, and that’s just as good.”  Belle clambered to her feet and walked up to him, flinging a snowball as she went.  Rumplestiltskin dodged—only to fall flat on his rear when Belle pushed him.

“Clever?!” he sputtered.

Belle grinned down at him.  “Clever—oh!”

As Fiona watched speechlessly, Rumplestiltskin yanked Belle’s cloak hard enough to unbalance her, and suddenly she was in the snow next to him, laughing.

“Now who’s the clever one?” Rumplestiltskin demanded.

“Well, apparently you’re smarter than you look.”  Her cheeky grin took the sting out of the words—or most of it.  Fiona did see the quick flash of self-loathing in her son’s eyes, but she didn’t blame Belle for that.  It took a lot more than six weeks around Rumplestiltskin to understand how, despite the way he used his looks as a weapon, he hated them.

“Well, I’m not the only one,” he drawled, and Belle twisted to look at him.

“What, do you think that women can’t be smart?”

Rumplestiltskin shrugged.  “Usually, you get smart, pretty, or nice.  Pick two.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Belle cocked her head, and even from thirty feet away, Fiona could see her son blushing.  Oh, she’s a smart one!  I could almost like having her around if she wasn’t so insufferably good.

“I—um—uh, that is to say that…”

Fiona smiled to herself as he babbled embarrassedly, and turned to head into the castle proper.  She’d leave the children to continue on their merry way; it seemed as if the absolutely unforeseen solution to their problems had arrived in the person of Lady Belle.  Yet she was too distracted, far too pleased with this turn of events, to notice where she was stepping, and her foot found a branch under the snow, sending Fiona stumbling for balance.

“Damn it!”

“Mother!” Rumplestiltskin sounded surprised and pleased at the interruption—and no wonder; she had saved him from his inane gibbering.  But when she turned to face him, he also looked a bit like a child who had been caught stealing too many sweets.

Don’t think of what might have been, of how you could have played in the snow with him as a child, she thought heavily.  Rumplestiltskin mattered more than her own simmering anger over being forced away from him, and Fiona would give him all the love she was able to.  All the love I should have given him for his entire life.  Still, that didn’t mean she was going to let on how much she enjoyed seeing him have fun.  If he knew how much she approved of this turn of events, Rumplestiltskin would probably only clam up faster.

“I see the two of you have found something useful to do with the afternoon.”  She allowed herself a small laugh, because she didn’t want her son thinking she disapproved, and besides, he knew that she laughed at almost everything.  He was strangely loyal in matters of this ilk, particularly after what happened with Cora.

Belle, however, was clearly no Cora.  Not if she’d started a snowball fight.  That jumped-up miller’s daughter would never have dreamed of doing something so ‘demeaning’; only someone confident in the class she had been born in would ever dare.  Thank goodness she’s only a knight’s daughter.  Anyone higher would sneer at his peasant roots, Dark One or no.  Fiona knew she was a little biased against the nobility, but her time as the peasant she’d chosen to be had marked her.  But even a princess should swoon over a fairy’s son, peasant-born or no.

Rumplestiltskin went predictably red again.  “It’s, um…”

“Fun,” Belle supplied.  “Rumplestiltskin said that he’d never built a snowman before.”

Was the girl judging her?  Fiona felt her hackles rising, and she stared at Belle for a long moment, not missing the pointed look she was receiving after that comment.  Surely he did as a child, she tried to tell herself, and then remembered the hateful bastard that Malcolm had turned out to be.  The spinsters had been kind to him, according to Rumple, but he’d already been withdrawn and lonely by the time they took him in.  He’d buried himself in learning to be a spinner, so of course he’d never built a snowman.

Fiona refused to let Belle see how much that broke her heart.

“I don’t see a snowman here,” she said archly.

Belle giggled.  “We got a little distracted.”

“Yes, that’s quite obvious.”  She couldn’t quite tell if Rumplestiltskin was still embarrassed or he was crawling back into his shell.  Either was possible, so she gave him a gentle smile, the one she generally reserved for moments when Belle could not see.  “Then don’t let me stop you.”

Fiona headed inside after that, but the quartet of snowmen—one at least twenty feet tall and clearly built by magic—that decorated the courtyard for the next several weeks certainly did not escape her notice.  And she reveled in them as much as she hated the fact that Belle had been the one to show Rumplestiltskin how to build one.  

Confusion always made him spin.  It was the only way to clear his mind, the only manner in which he could find enough peace to silence the voices inside his mind.  And the memories.  Opening himself up—if that was even what he was doing—always meant reliving old hurts.  When he did choose to sleep, he was plagued by visions of Belle turning into Cora, or Milah, or even Zelena; she always turned on him, always came to hate him.  That was what happened, Rumplestiltskin knew.  The only people who hadn’t abandoned him were his son and his mother, and he’d done the abandoning in Baelfire’s case.  His mother had at least been taken from him, a thought which made his blood boil.

Dark though his mother was, she had stood by him for decades, now, and Rumplestiltskin could admit that he loved her.  At least to himself.

“Is something wrong?”

Now her voice intruded on his solitude sometime after midnight, when Fiona should have been long since asleep.  Still, that didn’t annoy him as much as it once would have; Rumplestiltskin had grown rather used to having someone to talk to.  His mother was prickly and difficult, yes, and took everything to greater extremes than even he did, but she was his…and he didn’t mind when she interrupted him.  Even if he didn’t want to talk about what was on his mind.

“Why would something be wrong?”  He didn’t turn to face her; Fiona was too damned good at reading him.  “Nothing’s wrong.  Life is as it has always been.”

“With the exception of the young lady who has been your guest for these last two months?” Fiona was smiling; Rumplestiltskin could hear it.  Soon she’d start laughing, even if it was a gentle laugh.

He scowled. “She’s just a maid.”

“Oh, let’s not lie to one another tonight, Rumple.  I’m too tired for that.”

“Then go to bed!”

“No.”

If she was going to be stubborn like that, at least he could still ignore her—at least until his mother put a hand on his shoulder.  She squeezed firmly, turning him on his seat so that he had to look at her. Is this some trick that mothers have?  I don’t have to turn around, and yet I always do.  Rumplestiltskin knew that his frown had turned petulant, but he really couldn’t care. Sometimes, Fiona made him feel like the small child who had never known her, the one who the Blue Fairy had deprived of his mother.  “What?”

“We need to talk about Belle.”  His mother looked down at him, her expression so serious that Rumplestiltskin had to swallow. Had he ever seen her this serious, aside from when she’d spoken of killing Cora?  Rumplestiltskin didn’t think so.

“No, we don’t.”  He got up because he couldn’t bear the height imbalance, pacing towards the window nervously. The window Belle opened.  He didn’t want to talk about her, though, particularly with his mother.  He just wanted to have his fantasies in private, to dream of things that could never happen, of companionship he knew he could not have.

I have a mother.  I never expected that, never imagined anyone would love me enough to stand by me, even when I’m like this, he told himself firmly.  It is more than I deserve.  Expecting—even wanting!—more is foolish.  Particularly since Mother is willing to help me find my son.

“Don’t be a fool, son.”  Fiona’s voice grew softer, which made him throw a peek her way.  She was watching him sadly, and that made him irrationally angry.  

“I know what I can’t have, Mother.  I am content to—”

“She expected you would rape her, you know.  Not an unreasonable assumption.”

“What? No!”  The very thought made him backpedal furiously.  Belle had asked him if he expected that of her, but he’d thought she knew better by now.  Hadn’t they become more comfortable with one another?  He’d even started to think that she didn’t fear him. Was he wrong?  Was he fooling himself?

“Not now, of course.”  Fiona shook her head.  “She seems quite taken with you, now. She thought that originally.  She clearly doesn’t believe so any longer.  Have you seen how she looks at you?”

“Like a monster.”  His whisper was bitter, but Rumplestiltskin knew the truth.  He wasn’t good at lying to himself, after all.

“Hardly, you silly blind boy.”  He heard Fiona stepping closer, but Rumplestiltskin refused to look at her. Instead, his eyes found the floor. “You rather like her, don’t you?”

His giggle wasn’t supposed to sound so nervous.  “So what if I do?  It doesn’t matter.  Beautiful young maidens do not fall for monsters.”

A moment of silence passed, until Fiona finally said: “You don’t know how the story ends if you don’t try.”

“I have tried.  You met Cora.”  Now he looked at her, feeling that old pain rage upwards. He’d loved Cora so much, and she’d tried to take his dagger.  She’d tried to enslave him.  I would have given her anything, but she never loved me.  She only loved power.

The lesson had been simple: no one could love him.  His mother was the exception, but only because she was his mother.  Even then, if she hadn’t been the Black Fairy, Fiona undoubtedly would have hated him, too.  Even Bae probably hated him, even if Rumplestiltskin was willing to spend a thousand lifetimes groveling for his forgiveness.

“I hardly think Belle is cut from the same mold as Cora,” she said softly.  “Rather the opposite, even if her sheer goodness does drive me mad.”

Rumplestiltskin just shook his head sadly.  “It doesn’t matter.”

Belle didn’t really do much cleaning these days, but as spring approached, she found herself mopping the front hall more often.  Rumplestiltskin’s guests—often a frightening and unpredictable bunch—didn’t care if they tracked in mud, and Belle refused to live in filth. Rumplestiltskin didn’t really seem to care if she cleaned or spent all day buried in the marvelous library he had given her, but Belle cared if the castle resembled a pigsty.  It didn’t matter if the floors would miraculously clean themselves overnight (a spell she suspected was Rumplestiltskin’s doing, after he’d tutted over her fight with the mop bucket one day).  She didn’t want them to look terrible when some morning visitor ruined everything with unclean boots and a muddy cloak.

This morning’s visitor had been the Hatter, who had brought his adorable young daughter along.  Watching Rumplestiltskin give young Grace treats and candy had been a little mind-boggling, but the mess the girl had left after exploring the great hall was far less pleasant to contemplate.  The Hatter had just departed—complete with a tangled ball of golden thread tucked in his pocket—so Belle pulled out the mop and decided she’d at least make the mess manageable.

She had just finished the front half of the hall when a red-haired woman strode in, stepping right onto Belle’s clean floors and looking around like she owned the place.  Fortunately, she didn’t bring mud with her, though she still left footprints, much to Belle’s annoyance.  Not that this newcomer appeared to care.  Many of Rumplestiltskin’s visitors were arrogant (though none stayed that way if they crossed him), but this woman certainly stood out from the others.  For one, she held her nose so high that she might have been trying to sniff the clouds.  And she was also green.

“Who in the world are you?” the woman demanded as Belle rang the mop out again.

“The person whose clean floors you’ve just ruined.”  She shouldn’t snap back, Belle knew, but after nearly three months in the Dark Castle, Belle had all but forgotten how to act cowed.

“I am Queen Zelena.  You will show me respect.”  The green-skinned woman looked her up and down with a sneer.  “You’re nothing but a servant.”

Belle couldn’t help the way her chin came up.  “I’m here by choice.”  

Zelena laughed.  “That’s what they all say.  Still, I suppose you’re pretty enough.  Rumple always has liked pretty things.”  Her smile turned vicious.  “Has he plucked your pretty little flower yet?”

“…What?” A moment passed before Belle fully comprehended what Zelena meant, and then she felt herself go red with anger.  “No!  Of course not!”

“Don’t play coy with me, little girl.”  Striding forward, Zelena grabbed Belle by the chin, turning her head this way and that as she inspected her.  Shocked, Belle submitted to the rough treatment for a moment before yanking away—or at least trying to.  Zelena held her firmly, nails digging into Belle’s jaw.  “We both know what kind of monster your master is.”

“He isn’t!” Finally, Belle managed to wrench away from the witch, even though Zelena’s nails dragged along her jaw painfully as she did so.  “He wouldn’t.”

Belle knew now that her early fears about Rumplestiltskin had been needless; he wasn’t the type to take an innocent maid’s virtue away.  Even if I wish he’d look at me that way, now, she thought a little sadly.  Every now and then, Rumplestiltskin said or did something that made Belle wonder if he was attracted to her, but the man was so damned frustrating.  She’d come to realize that he’d never make a move on his own—he was far too unsure. This idiotic queen, on the other hand, clearly didn’t know him as well as she thought she did.

“Oooh, do you like him?”  Blue eyes gleamed.  “Well, that changes everything.  Does he have tender feelings for you, too, or are you just pining after him?”

“That’s none of your business.”  Belle hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“No, you’re not his type,” Zelena decided, sneering again.  “Too pure and innocent.  He wants someone darker.”

Was that envy Belle could hear in Zelena’s voice?  Either way, the possessive lilt that the other woman’s voice took on was downright terrifying, sending a shiver down Belle’s spine.  She’d heard of Zelena, of course; they called her the Wicked Queen, or the Evil Queen, depending upon who was doing the talking.  She’d married Good King Leopold, giving him smiles and coy looks, promising him that she’d make a good mother for her stepdaughter. Of course, she’d ended up murdering her husband soon enough, making Princess Snow run to her good friend, Lady Regina, for help.  Lady Regina had defended the Princess, but her husband Daniel had died at Zelena’s hands, and now both were on the run. Zelena’s reputation pegged her as slightly mad and utterly merciless; rumors said she had a harem of heartless men locked in her castle, bound to serve her every desire.  So, what was she doing here?  And why did she care about Rumplestiltskin’s entirely-too-elusive romantic feelings?

“What he wants is for you to stop invading his castle and harassing the help, dearie.” Rumplestiltskin’s voice was unusually high-pitched and sharp.  Belle could tell he was annoyed, but she was very glad to see him.

Zelena gave her the creeps, even when she cocked her head and gave Rumplestiltskin an innocent smile.

“Oh, don’t be so unwelcoming, Rumple.  You know you love seeing me.”  Sweeping forward—and utterly forgetting Belle, much to Belle’s relief—she tried to reach a hand out to stroke Rumplestiltskin’s red silk vest.

He batted the hand away.  “What do you want?”

“A little privacy would be nice,” Zelena cooed.  Then she twisted to glare at Belle.  “That one lusts after you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”  Under other circumstances, watching Rumplestiltskin sputter might have been amusing.  Right now, it just seemed dangerous.  Fortunately, he seemed to realize that, and snapped back on balance quickly enough to give Belle whiplash.  “She’s merely buttering me up for better treatment.  She’s a smart girl.”

“I prefer my servants dumb and heartless.”  She bounced towards Belle, giving Rumplestiltskin a glowing smile over her shoulder.  “Shall I do it for you?  Consider it a favor.”

“That won’t be necessary.”  Rumplestiltskin’s glare could have melted steel, but Zelena didn’t stop—not until another voice spoke up:

“If you try to take her heart, I’ll be happy take yours in return.”  

Spinning, Belle stared at the Black Fairy with wide eyes.  She was pretty sure that Rumplestiltskin’s mother didn’t like her at all, so why was she was defending her?  The fairy stood with her hands on her hips and her expression a sweet but poisonous smile, and the danger exuding from her seemed to make Zelena hesitate.

“Why do you care about the little chit?”

“She’s my servant.”  The lie made Belle gape for a moment, but she snapped her mouth shut.  Fortunately, Zelena wasn’t watching her at all.

“Yours?” Zelena scowled.  “What do need a servant for?  You’re the Black Fairy!”

“Perhaps it amuses me to enslave someone from the nobility.”  The Black Fairy shrugged.  “I’ve always been a big fan of irony.  Then again, I’d contemplated upgrading to a sorceress, simply for variety.”

Rumplestiltskin tried a little too obviously not to snicker.  Zelena looked more affronted than Belle thought was humanly possible.  Could someone with green skin turn bright red with anger?  Apparently so.

“What?  You can’t possibly think that I’d—”

“Come along, Belle.  We have things to do.”  

The Black Fairy beckoned imperiously, and Belle thought it best not to argue.  Part of her desperately wanted to see what happened; she knew that Rumplestiltskin could make mincemeat of Zelena if he so chose, but she didn’t know why the Wicked Queen was there.  She was ridiculously curious, but she really didn’t want to gather any more of Zelena’s attention to herself.

I thought I was giving myself to the worst monster of them all.  Who would have thought that there are far darker monsters, and that the ‘Beast’ could be so kind?  Belle had expected to sacrifice her life, or at least her virtue, not to enter a fascinating magical world full of knowledge and a prickly-but-adorable Dark One.  And his mother.  Belle could not forget the Black Fairy, particularly as she was led into what Belle could only guess were the Black Fairy’s own chambers.  They actually looked rather like Belle’s own, although the colors were darker and the room not quite as airy.  Rumplestiltskin’s mother seemed to favor blacks and silvers, but the furniture looked both comfortable and inviting, even if Belle felt strangely out of place invading the older woman’s private abode.

They stood in silence for a long moment, and then the Black Fairy sank into a high-backed chair with a sigh.  “You oughtn’t antagonize people more powerful than you, you know.  Not everyone is as tolerant as my son.”

“Thank you.” Belle swallowed hard.  “I don’t know what I would have done if she’d tried to take my heart.”

The Black Fairy snorted out a laugh.  “Oh, my doting son would have stopped her, and then we’d be in an even bigger mess than we already are.”

“What do you mean ‘mess’?”

“Zelena isn’t green because she wants to be, or because of some curse, girl.  She’s green because she’s envious, and now she’s chosen you as her new target.  Or started to, anyway.”

Belle frowned.  “I don’t understand.”

“Oh, do sit down.  You standing around isn’t going to help anything.”  The Black Fairy gestured at a chair near her own, and Belle sat slowly, trying to wrap her mind around what the other woman was saying.  But it made no sense! The Black Fairy, however, simply sighed again.  “Zelena lusts after Rumplestiltskin in the worst of ways.  She has ever since he started teaching her magic.”

“What does that have to do with me?”  Belatedly, Belle realized that a normal girl might have asked why Zelena lusted after Rumplestiltskin…but Belle couldn’t blame her.  His looks were strange, yes, a little alien and sometimes frightening, but she was beginning to see the good heart beneath all of his darkness.

“She views you as a rival.”

“As a what?” Her laugh had turned nervous, and Belle’s heart was hammering against her ribcage.  Rumplestiltskin would have stopped her..

“Do you have feelings for my son?  Romantic feelings?  Genuine ones, as in not a hope to seduce him to get him to let you go?”  The Black Fairy met her eyes squarely, and Belle felt herself shrinking back, just a little.

“I wouldn’t do that.  But I…I don’t know.  It’s—it’s hard.”  She licked her lips nervously.  “There’s a darkness festering inside him that makes it hard.”

“He’s cursed. I love him despite that, but I am his mother.  And I’ve reveled in more than my share of darkness, so it does not eat at me like it would at you.”  She gestured at herself airily.  “You, on the other hand, have no obligations to him, yet you’ve befriended him anyway. Be honest with me: is this you trying to find a way out of your admittedly uncomfortable predicament, or is there something more?”

“I want there to be.”  Admitting that made her feel a little freer, and Belle found herself smiling.  “But can he love?  Like this?”

“Yes. Unequivocally.”  

Belle almost didn’t ask the next question, but she had to.  She’d never been the type to run away when faced with something difficult, but she needed to know before she lost her heart any further.  “Can he love me?”

The Black Fairy laughed softly.  “Why do you think we’re having this conversation?”

“I don’t know.”  Belle swallowed hard, forcing herself to face the facts and not be excited at the idea of Rumplestiltskin in love with her. “I thought you might be jealous.”

After all, she’d seen the sour looks that the Black Fairy shot her way as Belle grew closer to her son.  She hadn’t failed to notice how unhappy her presence made Rumplestiltskin’s mother in the beginning.  Yet the Black Fairy had spoken up on her behalf today when she didn’t have to, so perhaps that meant things were changing.  Or she’s as changeable and as dangerous as the stories say she is, although I’m at least too old for her to steal away.

“I was, of course.”  The Black Fairy shrugged like the admission cost her nothing, but Belle could see old hurt in her eyes.  “I cherish my son’s affection, and I did not want to share it with some empty-headed noblewoman.”

“I’m not—”

“No, you aren’t, and that’s the point.  If you care for my son, if you truly care for him, then you and I are on the same side.”

That made Belle blink.  “I wasn’t aware that there were sides here.”

“Of course there are.  My son is infested with an ancient and dark curse that I mean to free him from.” Unsettling brown eyes studied her. “And you, my dear girl, may just be the key to that.”

A/N: Stay tuned for Chapter 11—“That May Not Make Me Wise,” in which Bae runs into a familiar pirate, Belle and Fiona do research together, Zelena doesn’t get what she wants, and Rumplestiltskin and Belle talk too much.

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Green Eyed Monster - Part 2

Note: Second part to my Peter Pan x Tinkerbell story. I touch on their relationship a little more in this chapter (although there will be further ones that expand it even more through flashbacks and such) and the reader comes in at the end too :)

Peter Pan x Tinkerbell x Reader

Words: 1511

Warnings: None.

“Come on Tink you can do much better than that!”

An angry growl escaped from the ex-fairy as she, once again, found herself meeting with the ground face first. Of course Peter found it to be incredibly amusing just as he always did which only fuelled Tinkerbell’s anger even more.

“You’re right, I can…..” Picking herself up off the ground she dusted off her clothes before sending a glare in his direction. “….when my target isn’t cheating all the time!”

“I think you will find that I don’t cheat. Cheaters ne-“

“Cheaters never win…yeah, yeah, heard that one before Pan.”

He sent a smug little smirk her way as he readied himself for her to continue. A whole year (of what felt like that anyway) she had been on this island now and he was just as insistent about her training as he had been back during those first few days. Having been a fairy all of her life until recently Tinkerbell had no idea how to brandish a weapon, let alone fight with it, so her training wasn’t as successful as he would have liked it to be at this point.

Of course, as she had just pointed out to him, it would be going a whole lot easier for her if he wasn’t deciding to use his magic every time to evade her.

“Anything that I am going to need to attack on this island isn’t going to magically disappear and then reappear somewhere else like you have been. I have certainly never known pirates to possess such magic.”

A mischievous look ignited inside of his sharp green eyes at that moment before he disappeared from her view completely only to materialise directly behind her where he leaned over her shoulder to whisper into her ear.

“What can I say? I’m just special I guess.”

Throwing her elbow back the blonde let out a rather loud laugh of amusement before driving it hard into his stomach. It was a move he hadn’t been expecting at all given the pained groan that escaped his lips. That’s what he got for being too cocky. Any other time he probably would have seen that coming from a mile away.

“You’re definitely special. But I think we both have different definitions as to what kind of special that may be.”

Although she wasn’t the steadiest on her feet, which to her annoyance had been proven on more than one occasion, but in one swift move she managed to spin on her heels to face him while he was still recovering from the attack by her elbow. One hand went to his throat, pushing him up against a nearby tree, as the other removed her dagger from its sheath.

“What is it you always say to me?” Tinkerbell pursed her lips in a feign expression of though, the tip of the dagger blade tapping gently against her chin as she did. “Ah yes! Never allow yourself to become distracted and yet look at you. The King of Neverland pinned against a tree. I believe that is 1-0 to me today.”

He didn’t like to lose. At all. Although his eyes held far more years within them than his physical form showed the one thing that always showed his level of immaturity was when he lost in one of his own ‘games’. It wasn’t something that happened often at all, rarely in fact, so for the one person on the whole of the island who couldn’t really fight to save her life to get one over on her that was never going to end well.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving her hand wrapped around nothing but thin air, a confused look written all over her face as her eyes desperately looked around to locate him. The only thing that gave away his location was the familiar sound of an arrow whizzing past her, only just managing to skim past the skin of her neck, before embedding into the tree she was stood at. No arrows were safe on this island – every single one Pan and his boys used were dipped in dreamshade….a poison that no one but Pan himself were safe from.

Apparently it helped to make their games more ‘interesting’. Tinkerbell was just waiting for the first casualty of such games. It was bound to be one of the younger ones…they weren’t all that good at dodging such surprise moves but so far they had been rather lucky.

“I am never distracted Tink, you should know that by now, I just like to make you think that I am. Worked right?”

Casting her eyes up she saw him suspended a good ten feet off the ground with his trusted crossbow in his hands. He flashed her a playful wink but any smugness that was radiating from him at that point soon disappeared when his eyes cast out to the waters surrounding the island.

“Pirates.”

“Pirates? Again?” For the love of pixie dust they were stubborn little pests. Not one trip that they had made here had proved to be good on their end and yet here they were….trying yet again. “I can distract them while you get the boys ready.”

He raised a quizzical brow, wondering just how she expected to ‘distract’ them and then shook any thought from his mind. There were far more important things to be putting his attention to then what the ex-fairy had meant.

“No I want you with me. It’s time we saw just how much you have learned.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The boys were on their own in the camp, helping to defend the only thing they had ever called home, while Peter and Tinkerbell headed through the jungle and towards the shore of the island. The fairy had never felt so nervous before but she wanted to impress him….she always wanted to impress him.

This may well end up being the first time she actually hurt someone and, oddly enough, she was actually feeling a little rush of excitement course through her from the very thought. Peter clearly noticed this, much to his satisfaction.

“You feel it don’t you? The darkness that the island helps to bring out in you.”

He used a single hand to move long lying branches aside as they continued through the forest – his sharp green eyes were solely on her as they walked and despite the ground not being the smoothest his steps never faltered.

“Everyone has it inside of them, no matter how good they think they are, but what brings it out differs from person to person. Depends how strong-willed you are. It’s taken you quite some time but I think you’re close to seeing this island how I do.”

He had come to learn pretty quickly just how stubborn the blonde fairy could be but it was one of the things he admired about her. It actually made spending time with her tolerable…..for a girl. Who’d have thought it….Peter Pan actually finding a girl somewhat interesting. Not that he would ever admit that out loud to her of course.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the little demon boy and….” A deep, husky, voice cut their conversation short as they found themselves face to face with the intrusive pirates sooner than they had been anticipating. Peter was undoubtedly annoyed by their presence whereas Tinkerbell was rather intrigued. Yes she had come across them many times before but this one....this one wasn’t anything like what she had come across before. “..his gorgeous companion.”

The young pirate took hold of her hand and placed a gentle kiss onto it as his dark eyes stared into hers intensely.

“Hands off her pirate scum.”

Peter stepped forward, a sharp scowl now decorating his face, as he pulled out his dagger and aimed it towards the man. Raising both of his hands in a silent surrender he backed off slightly but the smug little grin he was fashioning showed he was not sorry in the slightest for his actions.

“The King of Neverland protecting a girl? Well....haven’t the mighty fallen?”

The ship mates that stood behind the tall man all laughed in chorus with one another but there was one who didn’t. One whose eyes seemed to have been fixed on Peter’s the whole time this confrontation had been taking place. Peter noticed not long after the pirate stepped away from Tinkerbell and immediately he was intrigued by you.

It wasn’t often at all that you saw females associating themselves with the likes of pirates and yet there you were standing among them as though you were a part of their family. It had been interesting enough when a fairy had ended up on his island but whatever story you had to offer was entirely different....

....and he needed to know more.

[mary-sue-questions]

Blaze Angel and Friends (Re-review)

So nobody’s really posting or sending us Mary Sues, and I was just scrolling through the old crap reviews I did years ago. Thought I should redo this review since the creator of this... character has made a bio for her and the sisters. So not only are we reviewing one character, oh ho ho no, we’re reviewing triplets! (Kms...)

Oh, and I’m now Mod Zilvani, here accompanied by my two good friends, Mod Triple A and Mod Lyn. Also, this creator made many bios, so this is going to be a longggggggg review. *Sigh* Oh the things I do for entertainment...

Zilvani is Bold.

Lyn is Italicized.

(Triple A is in parentheses.) BECAUSE APPARENTLY UNDERLINE DOESN’T WORK FOR SOME REASON

First Character... Blaze Angel.

+ Basic Information + Full Name: Blaze Angel Age: 19 Birthdate: June 14 Gender: Female Species: 85% Human 15% Angel

That’s not how it works. Genetics and ethnicity work in halves, so if you want to, at the very least, be 1/8 angel or whatever you want to do. Although, that would raise questions of your ancestry. What the heck were your ancestors doing with the angels?

Frankly this whole race/ethnicity is just a mess. What fandom are we even in, or is this an all-around type of OC? Not. Happening. Some fandoms don’t even have angels, so this definitely could not work. 

+ Appearance + Height: ??

Pick a height, damnit.

Build: Skinny but strong enough to punch someone

That’s... What.

What even. “Skinny, but strong enough to punch someone”.

That’s really vague.

Not to mention highly CONTRADICTORY. If you’re skinny, most likely you wouldn’t be cut for a fighter. I doubt you could even defend yourself properly, without weapons at least. Actually, how skinny are we talking about? I agree with Mod Lyn, this is really vague.

(CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE.)

Hair Color: red Hair Type: fluffy and long Eye color: red (left eye has sun symbol)

What the-- How does your eye have a symbol? That’s like some sort of whacked up genetic mutation. Most likely you wouldn’t even be able to see through that eye if the mutation is that fucked up.

(CLICHEEEEEE.)

And... Whatever.

I wanna know who the parents are and what have they accomplished to get a fucking sun marked into the eye. I’m not sure about the other mods, but I’m okay with symbols in eyes SO LONG AS THEY AREN’T IN THE SMACK DAB MIDDLE OF THE PUPIL. Like... a symbol in the retina could probably slide... but pupil? Your vision is literally blocked by this weird sun shaped shadow, or blackness. Really?

Skintone: pale peach

Is this really necessary?

I’m not quite sure if there’s such thing as pale peach, so I’m not going to comment about it. Scars: none Piercings, tattoos: none Other: none

If there’s none, you don’t need to include it.

+ Personality & Relations + Personality: Hyper, Tsundere, All around, Pirate-like

... BE MORE SPECIFIC DAMNIT. Don’t give me that one word bullcrap, unless you’re in a rush or something. Even then, put down a “TBA” so that you’ll get back to it later! Freaking-- What does All around even mean? You need to be specific, otherwise this is half-assed.

What a well developed personality! A list of adjectives is not a personality. What the fuck is ‘all-around’ and ‘pirate-like’? That’s already 2 out of the four ‘personality traits’ down. Also, tsundere, is NOT a good descriptor for a personality, and it NEVER WILL BE. It’s a lazy excuse to make your character as random as possible.

Occupation: Middle sister, "Dimension Hopper"

Middle sister is not an occupation.

A Dimension Hopper is not an occupation, so please specify. PLEASE. SPECIFY.

I called it. I fucking called it. This character doesn’t stick to one fandom, oh no, she goes ALL THE FUCKING AROUND. I need to drink clorox to feel clean again.

Sexual Orientation: Straight Relationship Status: single (?)

Suspicious.

Supposedly she put down a question mark since she probably has Angel being shipped with different canon/other OCs in different fandoms...

I just remembered, if she’s a dimension hopper... and she’s dating with these guys in different universes... Doesn’t that make her a cheater? Very nice.

Also, how does she dimension hop? Please. Kill me.

Relationships with Other Characters: Blaze Kirigiri: Blaze likes her eldest sister, but she's always worry about Kirigiri's relationship with a certain crazy boy and her status as "Ultimate Duelist"

This is assuming that this is already breaking the 4th wall from the start.

It’s... It’s really vague. Does your relationship with your sister go only as deep as that?

I’d like to point out the fact that her sister literally stole the last name of the canon protagonist of the anime, Danganronpa. But don’t worry, we’ll get to her soon. Unfortunately.

Moon: Blaze adores her little Vocaloid sister, even if Moon is living at Vocaloid Studios, but she always worries about Moon when she's around the other Vocaloids.

Vocaloids are not people, they are voice banks. And at the very most, they are very interpretive characters. Every Vocaloid artist has a way of using said Vocaloids. Having a younger sister as a vocaloid is not possible, as vocaloids do not have parents, only “creators”. Unless she was somehow adopted????????

... Oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

+ Other + Blaze is more of the all around type when it comes to her personality

All Around???????????? I’m so confused??????????

I can only defend her a little for this one. The way I see it, everyone’s capable of being anything, like I can be loud or quiet, shy or courageous, but the personality is the combination of traits that you choose to be. In a way, I... kind of understand where she’s getting at? Still pretty terrible and vague though.

Much of her background is surrounded by mystery; no one knows where she comes from

Ooh~! Spooky! *making spooky wind noises*

Okay, this isn’t even trying.

Blaze doesn't know where she was born at all, but she simply didn't really care, as long she is happy with friends

I’m not sure about you, but if I were her, I’d be pretty damn confused and demanding to know where the hell I came from. Doesn’t matter if I’m happy with my friends, I wanna fucking know if I was born in Jamaica or not.

Not even a little curious? Not, not even just a LITTLE BIT?

Known as the "Dimension Hopper" for a reason but that is classified.

OOOHHH SO SPOOKY, OOOOOHHHHH *making the same spooky noises*

Again, not even trying. 

She may sometimes speak and dress as a pirate at times.

So she’s cosplaying, great. What for, and why. I’m actually getting a headache the more I delve deep into this.

LOL NERD *throwing rocks* ALSO, PIRATES SPOKE THE SAME WAY AS ENGLISH SAILORS AT THE TIME, SINCE THAT’S LITERALLY WHAT THEY WERE.

Hey, at least she’s not... wait, she is. Never mind. Also, no hate to the pirate loving community, be glad we’re trying to exterminate this character for you guys.

She was the one who had Blaze Kirigiri and Vocaloid Moon as her sisters, because of their similar looks.

So... She’s the one who adopted them???????

Depending on which countries they were born, is Angel at the right age consent to be adopting kids?

Recently, Blaze is starting to become more and more human then her angel self....

THAT’S NOT HOW GENETICS WORKKKKKKKKK. If you’re going to make angels an entirely separate species from humans, then stick to your own damn canon!

Where’s the vodka.

I drank it all~

And you didn’t even leave some for me? Thanks, I needed that. THANKS.

Her ancestor is the Sun Warrior Solarias 

Who the fuck is this dude.

Please, please, EXPLAIN.

This next bio is her new bio for Blaze Angel, but it’s mainly focused on one fandom so I considered this bio to be a secondary to the previous bio we just reviewed.

Name: Blaze Angel Nicknames: Blaze, Dr. Angel, Tori Yugaina, Beta

Blaze is not a nickname, that’s her name. Dr. Angel is not a nickname, it’s a name her colleagues and patients would address her as. And where did Tori Yugaina and Beta come from? I hope this is explained later.

I’m going to be honest, I’m not educated in the fandom of Trauma Team so, Lyn, you’re going to have to guide me through this.

Age: Varies in roleplays

At least give us a range. I mean, it might vary between roleplays, but a range would be nice.

These rps are in the same fandom anyways, so I don’t see why it would vary at all. If this was in the first bio, I would understand since she was bullshitting with the dimension hopping around fandoms.

Sex: F Skin color: pale peach Hair color: red Eye Color: red

That’s a genetic mutation that I would not like to get into the chances of.

Red is not a good eye color to begin with. So many Mary Sues have dried out the uniqueness of the color red. -_- Keep in mind that this is the same eye color as her love interest, as I’ve been told.

Species: Sun Mage Angel (hides this to prevent being an outcast to the society around her)

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.

This isn’t even in Trauma Team. It was never a thing, It will never be a thing, WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK

EVEN I FUCKING KNOW THIS SPECIES IS NOT POSSIBLE, AND I DON’T KNOW THE FANDOM DAMNIT--

Likes: Erhard Muller (CR-S01). Dylan Stiles (belongs to *insert creator name* Only in TCGZ rps), Sweet things and plushies, her work, patient's smiling, etc

Of course only these people she likes. Of. Course.

I’m just confused, but alright.

Dislikes: interaction, being threatened/ made fun off, being an outcast, being feared, ghost, creepy shit, lazy people, etc

Anybody would dislike being made fun of or being threatened. But what I love is the GHOST, as in the singular one ghost. Which ghost is this?

(Maybe it’s Kasper, ‘CAUSE SHE AIN’T FRIENDLY.)

Finally, Triple A speaks.

(Sorry, I was watching Voltron.)

I know. I was sitting next to you the whole time.

Personality: Tsundere Tomboy: A mixture of her Tsundere personality and her Tomboy trait. When she's like this, she tends to get all tough and might as well punch you if your not careful. 

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TSUNDERES-- Also, the tomboy trait is also terrible. Don’t use character archetypes to build your character.

Lazy excuses, lazy excuses. 

(Why does the person always resort to violence?)

Loner Type: She dislikes interaction with others and never talks to them first. If someone tries to talk to her, she'll speak in a cold tone and in few words to push them away

I don’t think that’s how the loner trait works. 

(That’s not a loner, that’s a hostile person.)

They tend to stay away from crowds, not push people away directly.

(Yeah, they’re passive aggressive about most things.)

I... I have no words. 

Bio: No one knows where Blaze came from. 

(OOHHHHHH SO SPOOPY, OOHHHHHHHH)

*(spoopy wind noises)*

While her background is a mystery, Blaze does happen to remember the time she was called the "Beta" during the time she was used to host a pathogen, but was left for dead because her pathogen doesn't have the regeneration ability as some other advanced pathogens have. 

Um, that’s one big long run-on sentence. Do you know where you should put it?

(What?)

UP YOUR --

WHOA OKAY LET’S NOT GO THERE LYN, KEEP IT PG-13 HERE PLEASE.

(o , o ;;;;; )

Also, where was this happening????? (In Agar.io.)

Jesus Christ.

Plus she was used to cultivate pathogens that were used on other victims.

Again, where was this happening???? WHAT GOVERNMENT WAS FUNDING THIS???? Also, this is just BAD. SCIENTIFIC. STUDY.  Having already housed a pathogen...unless this takes place before the first mentioned pathogen...in which case structure your bio better...would ruin the integrity of the cultivated pathogen.

I’m just so confused.

(It’s okay. Just nod your head and pretend you understand. It always works.)

I’m already doing that. It’s not working.

(Did you try unplugging and replugging?)

YES.

(Wait, then take out the cartridge and b--)

MOVING ON.

After her escape, she went into hiding for a while so she doesn't get killed. 

Be more specific: How did she escape? Where did she hide???

(I’m willing to bet that she hid with her future love interest or something. That or in the magical world of Narnia because plot. Why not.)

I second that.

Slowly during her years of hiding, she decided on being a doctor, preferbably a surgeon, to help people who are suffering and prove to them that the world is a good place to live in despite the ups and downs that people will have to face, which is what Blaze has currently gone through herself. 

Didn’t doctors do this to you? I guess, that’s pretty noble though, but how would a person like you, carrying a pathogen that would probably be picked up by like, tests or something, and with no qualifications, get a job as a doctor?

Honestly, what’s the deal with the Pathogen crap?

(It’s just plot, I guess. As for the qualifications, shE’S SOMEHOW MAGICALLY SMART ENOUGH TO BYPASS YEARS AND YEARS OF INTENSE STUDYING, TRAINING, AND DRILLING BECAUSE REASONS. Also, dON’T TRUST HER, SHE’S NOT THE DOCTOR, OR HOUSE.)

After finally catching her dream, she worked as a surgeon in a small hospital in Angeles Bay, where she also first encountered her first GUILT strain in a patient: Kyraki. In due time after figureing out how to stop it, she recieved an invite to work at Caduceus USA, which she accepts and began working there while gaining more knowledge about GUILT and how to treat them. When the GUILT scramble was over and done with, Director Hoffman had Blaze transferred to Resurgam First Care in Portland, possibly in case of a GUILT outbreak there, since some Delphi members escaped from Angeles Bay. She now works as a regular and a GUILT surgeon for Resurgam, keeping her guard up for anything Delphi will throw at her.

Just, no explanation, she just CAUGHT HER DREAM. Cue in the sparkles, please.

*Throws sparkles everywhere* Hooray.

(o u o ;;;;; Okay. wait, what if her eyes sparkle or something? gUYS STOP THE SPARKLES NO.)

TOO LATE--

(Also, I’m not really entitled to say much about the rest of the info, since I don’t know much about the game, but...Guilt? Guilt outbreak? From an outside perspective, I hope to God that Blaze’s creator catches the Guilt and well..No, not do anything bad to herself, just please and kindly fix Blaze.)

Trivia: ~ Blaze has a few weaknesses: While she does have a tomboy side, she still has a soft girl side to her. Evidence is her liking of sweet things and plush toys, though she hides that fact. She can't use sun magic during time when the sun is missing due to clouds or at night, because she is magically drained. Her liking her Erhard (in TT rps) or Dylan (in TCGZ rps) may cause her to lose her focus slightly but she does manage to finish the job without a hassle.

GENDER ROLES, HAAAAAAAAA

WHO NEEDS GENDER IDENTIFICATION AMIRIGHT

( ;A; as a person who identifies as a non-binary gender role (I go by he/him or they/them)....You can’t....You can’t...List.....Girly things...As...A weakness..You can’t just........ cRYING NOISES INTENSIFY. Also, it’S A GOOD THING SHE DOESN’T LIVE IN LONDON CUZ SHE’D BE PRETTY SCREEEEEWWEED. Still, what is she, a freaking plant? I can just imagine her as one of those really cliche, ditsy anime girls yelling “ooohhh nooooo! So and so has drained my powerrrsss!!! Someone saavee meeee!!” Except, this time it’s Blaze yelling about how the clouds and natural weather occurrences are robbing her of her “special” magic.)

Also...magic...isn’t really a thing?? In Trauma Team?? I mean, there’s spiritual people, who can “talk to ghosts” and the like, but “magic” isn’t really shown or stated outright.

I still have no words.

~ Blaze has a few negative traits such as trying to work on a surgery alone when she is in her loner personality, or hit a wall with her fist when she's in her tsundere tomboy personality. She's also presistant that she doesn't want to work with an assistant.

Does she have multi-personality disorder?

(It’s also not very balanced/fair if she has “few negative traits” or “few weaknesses.”, then blabber on and on about the “good things” about your character. You gotta balance out all three equally. Also, I’m pretty goddang sure that you need a team while you’re preforming a surgery. It’s intense, really intense, and high stress. You can’t break your focus for a single second unless you want your patient to die. That includes looking away from the cut-open patient to go get the knives or something; you kinda are brought out of the zone lest you knock everything over or something. Also, just because you’re a loner, that does not justify not wanting to work with others. You can just simply have her do her thing, then leave almost immediately after. That can be considered a loner since she doesn’t stay around others for too long. I know this is a lot, but I got a lot so sit down and buckle up. One last thing; how is her hand not broken yet???? Walls are...Walls. One does not simply hit the wall with their fist while being angry/irritated and walk away unscathed. At the very least, you would have bruises or something. One more thing--)

That’s. Enough. Please. You wrote A FREAKING PARAGRAPH-- TO THE POINT THAT MOD LYN HAD TO GO TO THE RESTROOM.

(.....Why do you write like you’re running out of time-- Okayokay I’m sorry. I tend to ramble a lot when I actually have an opinion. Also, I’m not sorry for the paragraph.)

Gee Thanks. Let’s continue shall we? Even though the only person who knows the fandom left. Oh wait, she’s back, never mind. Now I’m clocking out, have fun guys!

(NOOOO BABY COME BACK! I’M A CHANGED MAN! I’LL STOP DRINKING-- jokes aside, let’s go on!)

~ Having Tori Yugaina within her doesn't affect her status as a surgeon, but she fears that it will go rampant, despite not harming innocent people or patients, and search of the person that left her for dead. However, Tori Yugaina remains dormant unless blaze digested a poisonous substance. 

Okay, so Tori Yugaina is the pathogen. An odd name, but that’s pretty par for the course in Trauma Team. However, she should know better than to risk it moving onto her various patients during treatment.

(Fear can mess someone up pretty badly if left unchecked. The fear that her or her pathogen may cause harm should make her more nervous or paranoid, but I guess that feeds into the loner personality?? Also, what, Tori feeDS OFF OF BLAZE’S OVERWHELMING FLOOD OF ANGST, SELF PITY AND DESPAIR WHEN SHE SLOWLY GETS SCREWED OVER BY SAID POISON?)

How did Tori Yugaina become Tori Yugaina in the first place. I didn’t know a pathogen could name itself... I am so confused, and thank god this bio is almost over.

~ Tori Yugaina is Japanese for "Poisonous Bird" and gains their name from eatting poisnous bugs, which is how this particular pathogen activates when Blaze digested a poisonous substance. She has blade like tentacles on her arms; if she lose both of them, she is rendered useless. Her arms served as wings when her blades are large like wings.

It’s a pathogen????? WHY ARE YOU SPROUTING TENTACLES???? I might not be doing terribly in-depth research, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing???

Well that sort of answered my question???? But where the fuck did the tentacles come from? WHAT IS THIS FANDOM EVEN???????

(o u o ;;; Sounds like some sort of Tokyo Ghoul crap. Okay, the explanation itself, at best, is mediocre. The explanation of the wings symbolism is still kinda confusing and really forced/not subtle. Ohkay, arms are wings. Cut them off and she’s a whiny, blubbering and useless pile of flesh.)

~ Blaze has a crush on Erhard, though she does not interact with him due to her loner personality. The crush probably developed after making eye contact with the convict surgeon, and though she does not speak to him, making eye contact says alot more than you can think.

Ah, love at first sight. Kill me, fellow mods.

Gladly, but let me kill myself first before I do so.

(Guys please ;w; you really shouldn’t joke about that kind of stuff.... As for the thing itself, uhhh.. Okay. I get that it’s been scientifically shown that if you make eye contact with someone enough, you’ll form a bond with them, but you can’t just stare at some eye in the eyes for a while without saying a word and somehow magically fall in love with them. Communication is key, and if your loner personality trait (which by now has been shoved down our throats) is an obstacle, then play with that idea. Does she overcome it for her crush? Or does she just let it continue to be an obstacle? Shrug.)

~ She keeps her wings and magic a secret from everyone else is mainly due to having the fear of being shunned away, being an outcast to the society, and being seen as a monster. She only shows them to the people she can trust, as long as they don't tell anyone. She's still paranoid however....

Whhhhhhyyyyyyy. Just why does she have wings and magic???????

(....You...You can’t just... You can’t just give her those things without any explanation or reasoning. You can’t just.. You can’t just....I mean, I’m sure there would be plenty of people who would be stunned and admire her for her abilities. Okay, though, I can understand the paranoia part, but you can’t just giver her things just so you can fuel her angsty teen flames.)

~ She can lose her loner personality and open up to others once she realized she's slowly accepting people into her life.

(You switched from present tense to past tense. GG? ((GG can also mean Good Going)) ....I guess this kinda redeems her constant hostility disguised as being a loner, but..Still. It’s not fully justified. Though, if pulled off correctly, you can actually have some character growth and development from this.)

~ Her hair, in a way, twitches when she's angry or sensing danger; It's kinda like an instinct or something.

I’ll pass this off as an anime thing, but it’s still annoying.

I never understood the hair twitch...

(IT’S ALIVE. IT’S ALLIIIIIIVVEEEEE!!) ~ When she is Tori Yugaina, her eyes are pure red with a slit black pupil instead of the whites just being black and retained the red iris.

Ow the edge.

So hardcore.

(AANNNNGSSTTYYYYY TEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!! YOU CAN’T JUST....YOU CAN’T....WhydoIevenbotheratthispoint. Clearlythiskidhasnoselfcontrol/reason.)

~ Her left eye is covered to hide the sun imprint inside.

Again with the sun imprint. We’ve went over this already, so scroll back up and read it again if you want to get the ~*extended*~ experience.

Fuck this shit.

(If she constantly covers her left eye with her hair, I don’t care about what kind of fancy smancy powers you got. You’re going to develop this condition called “lazy eye”, which screws over your eye sight. If she constantly had this happen, in a little while she’s going to be half blind.)

~ Only Director Hoffman knows that Blaze is the next candidate to bear the Healing Touch, though it is uncertain when it will be in effect

“She’s sooooo speshyl, u gaiz!!! OMG!!!”

I can already tell this is bullshit. I’m keeping my responses short so I can let out full power on the next one.

(O   u   o ;;; okay you guys. Okay. Uhh.....That again just fuels the “Imma just sham things just cuz plot/reasons unexplained to the readers! WHY NOT” flame. What is she, freaking Jesus? You can’t just...Welp, never mind.)

~ She likes singing and dancing like her younger half sister Moon. Don't watch her do it unless you want to get punched.

Violent, much?? Why would you hurt people who did nothing to you???

What next, is suddenly breathing the same air as her sister going to land me in jail?

(...Okay. So basically, avoid her like the plague unless I want to get physically harassed by a temperamental brat just cuz I found things out about her that she wanted to keep a secret.)

~ More to come later

Alright, that was tough. Two more sisters to go, hooray...

Next up, Blaze Kirigiri!

(o   u   o ;;;; okay..Let’s go..)

I welcome you, death.

+ Basic Information +

Full Name: Blaze Kirigiri

(....Wasn’t the detective kid from the first Dangan Ronpa named Kirigiri something?)

Kyoko Kirigiri! Please change the last name to something else, don’t rip off of an already canon character.

Age: (depending on 's Ryan Komaeda's age, she's 1 year younger then him)

Um, what the actual fresh titty?? Why is her age dependent on that of another character’s???

Fresh titty, oh my god-- On the other hand, what the flying fuck. Does the age matter when it comes to love? I’m only saying this because if she’s mentioning another character in an irrelevant category, it can only mean one thing after all...

(Language you two. Language. Uhh...You two pretty much summed up my thoughts. Whoopsies.)

Birthdate: Unknown (mostly i make it june 14)

Your birthdate should not be unknown in the world of Dangan Ronpa. It’s a “five minutes in the future” setting, which means it should’ve been recorded.

Is there a specific reason why the characters so far have their birthdays on June 14? What’s so significant about that day? Is it the creator’s birthday (I hope not, cause otherwise that’s self-insert character right there)?

(I really don’t have much to say about her birthday, other that I’m hoping to god that AQ is not going to use Blaze’s unknown birthday as a source of angst since no one will celebrate it with her since they don’t know when it is.)

nO DON’T GIVE HER IDEAS TRIPLE A-- Also for those of you who don’t know, AQ is the nickname of the creator. -w-

(I’M SORRY--)

Gender: Female

Species: 90% Human 10% magic user

No. Dangan Ronpa, much like Trauma Team, has a “spiritual” aspect to it, but nothing like magic. Even less so. Also, why are “magic users” a separate species from humans? I already addressed the “race percentages” problem.

This isn’t Yu-Gi-Oh, get out. 

(....Uh...Okkaayyy theeennn. I’m pretty sure everyone canonically in DR are normal people. Well, mostly normal. There’s Sakura and Junko, but we don’t talk about them. Also, since when did magic come into play??? You can’t just throw that in there! It’s like throwing poop at a fan-- oh wait, she’s doing that already. Whoops.)

Mod Triple A is that one dude who refuses to swear by the way. -u-

(Yes indeed. This is off-topic, but I refrain from swearing or using strong language because I was kinda..Raised that way, and it’s been ingrained into my head that swearing is bad. Moving on--)

I was going to say more but yeah, off-topic.

+ Appearance +

Height: ??

Just pick a fucking height.

What Mod Lyn said.

(OOOOOHHH SOO SPOOOPPYYYYYYYYY.)

Build: Skinny but not like chopsticks

(You do you, I guess. But..Chopsticks? Really? Okay then.)

Hair Color: red Hair Type: fluffy and long

(Floooooooooooooffff -smushes own cheeks-)

Eye color: red with purple moon in right eye

W h y??????

N o??????

(Cuz why not apparently. I think it was supposed to be a family thing; Blaze Angel is the “sun” while Kirigiri is the “moon”. Why? Cuz reasons I guess.)

No no, cause fuck logic, it got thrown out of the window. -w- Even if it’s a family thing, Danganronpa is its own fandom, no matter how magical your family is. Stick with fandom rules, pal, and stop causing dimensional paradoxes between universes.

(Yeah. You can’t just insert yourself while defying all logic and reasoning. But you do you, I guess.)

Skintone: pale peach Scars: none

(Let’s all take a moment to appreciate the fact that AQ took the time to write down that she has no scars. I mean, that would imply that her other characters have them, or that she will be updating this later.)

I’m not fucking appreciating this. Moving on.

Piercings, tattoos: none Other: none

(-Insert thumbs up here- Okay. Other, none. Welp.)

+ Personality & Relations + Personality: Calm and collected, Lone wolf and emotionless, but is truthfully insecure.

Again, pretty lacking, but better than the others in that you didn’t start out with just a character archetype.

Very lacking. Again, explain yourself. But I agree with Mod Lyn, better than what you wrote for Blaze Angel, I guess.

(Woman of few words, huh? I actually appreciate that she put down “truthfully insecure”. That means that you can go from there with character development. It’s still not balanced with positive and negative, but at least it wasn’t all positive.)

Occupation: Ultimate Duelist (She has gotten rid of the Soldier of Hope title)

Soo...you’re a card game player. That...probably wouldn’t get you into Hope’s Peak. They’re searching for “the future leaders of the world” not “the future leaders of the basement dwellers.”

I’m at least appreciating the fact that she got rid of the Soldier of Hope title, because that was pretty cliche. Kudos to her for doing that. In response to what Lyn said, they literally have an “Ultimate Cosplayer” in the DRV3 game, so the “Ultimate Duelist” is passable in my book. I could list out a bunch of other useless titles that are actually canon, but that would take a considerable amount of time. -w-

(.....Uhh...... I’m just sitting here hoping that she didn’t throw away her Hope title thing just so she can “SUCCUMB TO DESPAIIIRR!!!1!1!1!”)

Sexual Orientation: Straight Relationship Status: Taken

By??

Ryan Komaeda, who else? -w- He’s not part of this review, so we’ll ignore him.

Relationships with Other Characters: Ryan Komaeda: Loves him dearly. Insecure of her emotions with the subject is about him...

ELABORATE. WHY DOES SHE LIKE HIM?? HOW DID THEY MEET???

Called it. But yeah, why, why and why? Um... Yeah, I don’t understand how they got together.

(Didn’t your elementary school teachers tell you an essential writing technique? You know, the “WHO”, “WHAT”, “WHERE”, “WHEN”, and “WHY?” ...Oh, and “HOW.”)

... Yeah, pretty much what Triple A said. Off-topic, but can we just called you Mod Battery? Triple A is too long. Or should we just call you AAA?

(Yeah, I really don’t care. Triple A, Battery, or AAA is all good with me o u o ; )

Everyone, meet Mod Battery.

Blaze Angel: Likes her middle sister, but often has to put up with her hyperness

Not a word. Also, explain in detail.

Hm, I can really feel that deep, loving connection between the two.

(Welp....? Alright then.)

Moon: She likes Moon, mainly because of her singing, but worries about moon's living conditions...

Again, this little detail on why she likes her sister makes her seem a bit shallow. Only the singing??

“Mainly because of her singing” makes it sound like that’s the ONLY trait Kirigiri likes about Moon. =v=;

(..Living condition? Be more specific?? What, is she living on the moon? I would be concerned too if that were the case.)

+ Other + Elder sister of the three, so she is the second intelligent, with moon ranking somewhat first She is rumored to be cold and emotionless, being more of a lone wolf and have only a few friends, but that is only a mask.. Truthfully, under any sort of negativity involved, will her true self be shown; an insecure duelist who doesn't know how to handle emotions very wells She loves Ryan Komaeda, but the relationship seems shaky, which is observed by the middle sister.

You need to establish the relationship. Explain some of the backstory. Build on her character. Stating that she is secretly insecure doesn’t make her “deep” or even interesting. You need to show events that also demonstrate this personality, otherwise she just looks like the shell that people “think” she is.

Lyn covered most of the things I would’ve said. I can’t muster up any more thoughts to talk about this section.

(Rumors???? REALLY??? ....Welp. If everything is so well hidden, then..I guess that’s plausible? But then again, it really shouldn’t be. The Mastermind has dirt on EVERYONE in the school. Also, SOMEWHAT first? Your age does not entail intellect, but okay then. Plus, why is it only when things are going to crap do you finally come out of that turtle shell of yours? Were your tears too much? Did they wash you out? -puts on sunglasses while air horns wail in the background-)

Oh damn, he sure got you there. Ugh, I know I could say a whole lot more but it’s about 3:40 in the morning and I wanna go to sleep.

(WEAK IS FOR THE SLEEPPPPPPPP)

Yeah, we’re drunk as we write this by the way.

(I SWEAR TO DRUNK I’M NOT GOD)

Don’t worry, I’m god too.

Her background info is surrounded by mystery as well.

You know the drill.

OOOOHHHHHHH SPOOKYYYYYYYY *spooky noises*

(Welp. Again, the Mastermind has dirt on EVERYONE, including YOUR MISTY BUTT YOUNG MISSY.)

Her ancestor is the Moon Warrior Lunarias.

Again with the ancestors? This stuff was never mentioned in Dangan Ronpa.

How relevant is the Moon Warrior Lunarias to the fandom? I bet zero to none, because he/she (I can’t tell because of the flipping unisex name) sounds pretty damn mystical and shit. In Danganronpa, no actual magic is really shown. Spiritually, yes, but physically, no. 

(Again with the random patronymic out of nowhere. Okay. I’m willing to bet that either Lunarias was created by AQ as well with little to no explanation, or they’re some sort of Japanese mythical kid thing.)

I think she made him up along with Solarius, I heard the creator mentioning the two warriors in Angel’s and Kirigiri’s PIRATE BIOS. YOU HEARD ME RIGHT FOLKS, THERE ARE PIRATE BIOS FOR THEM but we ain’t got time for that shiz.

(o  u  o ;;;;; weLP. So what, Moon ain’t cool enough to have some sort of mystical ancestor? I’m kinda confused as to how their lineage and family tree works, but that’s a thing apparently.)

Thankfully this is the only bio for this character. Onto the last one... Blaze Moon? Let’s just call her Moon, as the creator suggested. -_- She has a LOT OF revised bios, but being the lover of suffering I am, let’s review them all! Haha... ha... Kill me.

+ Basic Information + Full Name: Vocaloid Moon, PROJECT MOON Age: ??

Birthdate: ??

As I’ve said before, Vocaloids are not actual people, they are voicebanks assigned “characters,” so the age and “birthdate” of your vocaloid should be recorded.

On the wikias vocaloids apparently do have ages... Miku is 16 if I can recall. So I guess it’s based on when they were created? That or it’s actually their mental age. Whatever. (Regardless, they’re artificial, so measuring them in years for anything really is kinda..You don’t..Really..Okay then.)

Gender: Female Species: Vocaloid

Vocaloid isn’t really a species.

Eh... Try voice synthesizer? Although that as well doesn’t make sense either.

+ Appearance + Height: She's tall when she wears her platform shoes but without them, she's only chin high

PICK A SPECIFIC HEIGHT, DAMMIT. WHOSE CHIN HIGH IS SHE???

Have you noticed she didn’t put down weight for any of these characters yet bothered to put down “Height: (insert crappy explanation/question marks)”? Honestly.

Build: skinny and weak Hair Color: red Hair Type: fluffy and long like the others Eye color: red with purple moon in right eye

=_=

You know the our rant about this symbol in eye thing. Moving on...

Skintone: pale peach Scars: Two horizontal scars on her back that looks as if she used to have wings but were entirely yanked off... painfully

Ah, the angst. Repeat after me, kids: She shouldn’t have wings, because she’s a v o c a l o i d. I don’t think any vocaloid canonically has wings.

Oh, spare me the deets about wings. Cliche, and not happening in the fandom of Vocaloid.

(I CALLED IT EARLIER.)

Piercings, tattoos: none Other: she has two hand shaped bruises on her neck from when she was strangle, which is then hidden by a black leather belt chocker

See above. Also, must be a pretty big choker. But why would those stay? Bruises heal.

I’d imagine someone continuously bruised her???? But that would create more consequences right????? Jesus Christ I forgot that this sue had the most angst out of the three sisters. 

(I agree, Zil. Also...If it was continuous bruising, then that probably would interfere with her ability to sing. Or at least, make her have some sort of breath/speaking problem. If you were strangled, then you’re going to have some sort of health issue. Plus...She’s artificial???? She’s not human?????? She would either be a ghostly projection thing OR she’s a robot. Soo...)

I was so sleep-deprived that I completely overlooked the fact that she’s still a Vocaloid. =_=

+ Personality & Relations + Personality: Shy and always nervous. always stutter when speaking and would flinch away if someone would try to harm her. Isn't very good with socializing with others

Again, needs more depth, but better than before. 

Still lacking like Kirigiri’s, but I agree. A little better.

(“flinch away if someone would try to harm her.” ........wOOOOOWWW. CONGRAAAATUULAATIIONNNSS! YOU DON’T WANT TO GET HURT LIKE A NORMAL KIIIDD!)

This proves that Mod Battery know what he’s doing while the rest of us are being burdened with the “I can’t stand the sueness” headache.

(Welp, rip you guys lol.)

Occupation: Vocaloid at Vocaloid Studios Sexual Orientation: Straight

(THEY’RE ALL AS STRAIGHT AS A STICK I GUESS. I don’t have anything against straight people, but it would be cool to mix it up, I guess.)

Eh. I personally don’t care about their sexual orientation, at least for these mary sues. =_= It’s obvious that they got SOME DUDE they like. Moving on.

Relationship Status: Taken ((Insert creator’s friend’s icon)'s Daburu)

Relationships with Other Characters: (insert creator’s friend’s icon)'s Vocaloids

Daburu: She's always more comfortable around him and trusts him 100%. However, she always feel like she's not good around him. She keeps her distance away from him because Daburu's best friend. Her relationship is Platonic

You probably shouldn’t feel bad around your friends, but okay. Otherwise, this is pretty decent.

A-Okay -- Hold up, how the fuck are they in a relationship then, you just said Moon was taken by Daburu yet here she is, avoiding him like the plague. Contradictions at its finest, my friends!

(Calm down kids ;w; But yeah, contradicting. If you trust someone 100%, that implies that you are perfectly fine with the person being around you since you trust them completely. You can’t just forfeit that when another person is around; you would be okay with their friend if you trust the person entirely. One last thing; platonic? Correct me if i’m wrong, but platonic love means that you love someone, but not in a romantic way. That would technically mean that she’s not taken by him?)

Bodiru: She hates him. Because she has a relationship with Daburu, Bodiru would always try to harm her or kill her so he can have Daburu for himself. Moon often keeps her distances away from the two so she doesn't bother both of them

From what I’ve seen, even the creator is a bit uncomfortable at you using their characters this way. I don’t think this is his canon personality. Plus, it’s not like you’re completely innocent either.

Er... Bodiru... I wonder why she clashes minecraft youtubers with vocaloid, it doesn’t really help the situation...

(Okay, at least there’s explanation. But uh...Look out guys, we got a yandere over here. I’m also willing to bet that it was because of Bodiru that she got the strangle scars or something.)

Maaku: She thinks of him as an older brother and trusts him 100%. He, as well as Jakku, are probably the ones Moon would tell her problems to, other then Tom.

(Okay. That’s nice. This is a good thing. Maaayybe a little more on why she trusts him so much, but this is a lot better than before.)

Jakku: Like Maaku, Moon thinks of him as an older brother. He, along with Maaku, are the ones Moon would always go to speak her problems to, other then Tom.

Elaborate more. WIth this cut-and-paste relationship, you make it sound as if they are the same person.

Who cares, it’s SEPTIPLIER~ I hope someone detects the /sarcasm/ there.

(waiT YOU’RE RIGHT IT IS THE SEPTIPLIER OHMYGOD I DIDN ‘ T RE AL IZ E--)

Tom Wingfield: She respects him as a boss and sometimes calls him boss at one end and "Father" on the other. she trusts him with her documents

???? Why would you call your boss “Father?” It’s a bit weird, but I’m going to assume that he’s Moon’s creator and that’s why.

Mkay... I guess this isn’t.... bad? -3- (insert creator’s friend’s icon here)'s King Haydess Boo the 14th: She's alright around him but mostly keeps her distance from him in case his wife might kill her. Because Moon is in love with a Boo, she calls herself Foolish. Why...why is a Mario World character in Vocaloid?????? WHY IS SHE IN LOVE WITH HIM?????

Yeah, fandom mixing is a no-go. Don’t do it. Especially if it’s with more than two fandoms. =_=

(I’m actually okay with fandom mixing, so long that it’s justified or at least has some sort of explanation. It does get kinda confusing, but again, so long things make sense it’s fine. This..On the other hand...Doesn’t really make that much sense. It’s like you’re just plopping him in here just ‘cause. Also... ooHH MU GAWD GUYSS!!1!1! LOOK, IT’S FORBADDEN LOOOOVEEE1!!!1!)

Stan Wingstein: Moon did not know about him at all, but she is supposed to be his artificial daughter.

Ooooh boy. Here comes ze angst. Need I repeat what Vocaloids ACTUALLY are?

Oh Funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn You hardly know about Vocaloid do you.

(......WELP.)

Kingsley/ Glitch Moon: Moon despises her, but has no choice but to live with it. Kingsley always causes trouble by either trying to take over Moon's system, or try to kill her when Kingsley is in her own body

Any sort of “virus” in the Vocaloids’ systems are created by Vocaloid artists for songs. They’re not real and even if they were, VOCALOIDS ARE JUST VOICEBANKS. THEY WOULD NOT AFFECT THE VOCALOIDS’ PERSONALITY. I’m pretty sure no canon Vocaloid has a “glitch” or “secret dark side.”

*sigh* This is getting ridiculous.

(mORE ANGSTTTTTTTT -throws black confetti everywhere-)

The Yo-kai Venoct, Shadow Venoct and Light Venoct (in Japanese: Orochi, Kage Orochi and Hikari Orochi): After a recent update, Moon can now see the impossible, which include these brothers. Their always around her so she'll be safe. They created this scarf for her to wear, which it also protects her

=_= Whyyyy can you see YOKAI???

TOO MANY FANDOM MIXING, STOP IT

( ; w ; It would, again, be cool if there were some sort of explanation. Also, kindly stop trying to plop all the Japanese things in here. Also, why is it so special that she can see these guys?? I don’t know anything about Yo-kai, so..? But why would they want to protect her??? Cuz they take pity? ; m ; )

+ Other + Moon was born in a test chamber and was to be Stan Wingstein's Artificial Daughter, but was then a Vocaloid upon awakening in the now abandoned lab.

How...how do you accidentally turn someone into a vocaloid?? (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO “ACCIDENTALLY” TURN SOMEONE INTO A VOCALOID.

(weLP. That would mean that she really is artificial, but..Human, like? Not a projection or a robot?? Okkayy then. That doesn’t really...Welp.)

She is the clone of Stan Wingstein's daughter, Lunar Wingstein, however, even if cloned from her DNA, Moon does not gain any memories from her.

Vocaloids(’ characters) are androids, not clones????

What even at this point. How is this process accidental????? I’m hiccuping spicy hiccups because NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE.

(hWOT AND SPWOCYY -wINK- but uh..You...Do..You, I guess. I’m just going to nod at this point.)

She once was a singer for a boy band because they were looking for a girl singer, but she left the group after some time because at ever concert, all the male fans would gather at Moon's feet, making all the women jealous.

But why would there be a bunch of male fans of a boy band??? Seriously, tell me one boy band known for its male fanbase. Also, boy bands are not known for their female singers (it’s in the name) or their use of Vocaloids.

Because she has to be a pretty pretty little princess who’s somehow attractive to ALLLLLLL DEM BOYS AMIRIGHT =_= This is literally just saying, “Hey, she’s hella attractive that all the boys love her and all the women are jealous!” 

(Welppppp. You're doing it. Also, was she a guest singer? It defeats the purpose of calling the group a boy band if they're trying to mix things up with having a girl member. Plus, I'm not really going to comment on why there are guy fans, but I would imagine that they're not the only crowd; there probably would be a majority consisting of girl fans. One last thing; just because you sing beautifully doesn't mean that you are guaranteed a date.)

Moon was ambushed in an alley and left for dead until Tom Wingfield found her. Moon was admitted to the hospital a few times because she often insisted she would go out by to do the shopping without an escort, because she does not want to burden anyone.

Hospital clerk: Wh...what do you want use to do with this?? This a hospital, not a mechanic.

SHE AIN’T HUMAN, SO SHE AIN’T BE GETTING HURT ANYTIME SOON

(Run on sentences. Grammar. I'm thinking that at this point, AQ is convinced that humans/humanoid people become vocaloids if they're programable or can fit their role of singing and such. On the topic of the thing.. I hope she realizes how contradicting that is. You go out with no protection, you get mugged and sent to the hospital...you're causing a lot more trouble then it's worth. Also, why the heck does she continue to go out if she's such a target? After the second time a logical person, who would really want to avoid the traumatic experience, have the common sense to stop doing that.)

She has died once, by a Kingsley infected Daburu stabbing her power core, but was back online by Tom. After a recent update, Moon is now wearing a whispy scarf with dragon heads, in which changes color according to Moon's emotions and it protects her by biting the attacker. 

Moon can see the impossible, but says nothing about it. 

“She’s so speshul u gaiz!!!!11!!! OMG!!!!11!!!!11!!111!!!!!eleventy-two”

SUCH A SPECIALLLLLLL SNOWFLAKKKKKEEEEEEEEEE

(Guys calm down ; w ; it's a little nit-picky, but just.. A singular, singular infected crush guy. Also, if she apparently is a human mixed with artificial, mechanical behaviors, then.. I'm not entirely convinced that ghosts can control that kind of thing. Why do the scarfs change according to her? Is there some sort of spiritual bond? Again, ghosts and technological human things probably don't mix.)

But wait, there’s more (bios)!

Name: Vocaloid Moon. Age: 18-19 Birthday: N/A Height: ???? Weight: ??

In the Vocaloid “universe” Vocaloids are androids with realistic weight. Please, for everything that is good and pure in this miserable world, put some information down.

No comment.

(Still refuses to add a height, this time along with weight. As for the birthday...again, I'm really confused as to what her deal is with the human...clone...robot thing is. You're trying to imply that she's more mechanical since machines don't really have birthdays?)

Gender: F Speices: Vocaloid

(Again with the Vocaloid species. Welp.)

Occupation: Vocaloid at Vocaloid Studio, Venoct's student

Personality: shy and nervous, sometimes to the point of crying if nervous enough. When her scarf is black, she might attack you. If yellow, she'll be a kind and happy person. When turquoise, she's normal.

(Uhh...Well.. I guess it's kinda better than before? Still lacking, but I guess what's there is...Okay I guess. It's actually nice that she has more of her flaws in there. Unsure about the scarf part, though; didn't she say before that only she could see the scarf? It defeats the purpose of including the colors part if others can't see it.)

Clothes: She always wears her standard Vocaloid outfit. Often she wears Lolita dresses, normal dresses or an outfit she received from the mysterious lord of Yo-Kai

Again. Why the yokai.

Fandom mixing. Like I said, I’m not keen about that. By the way, Mod Battery left so he won’t be reviewing the following information. =3= 

(Clothes ....Mmmmhmmm. Alright.)

(ALSO, WHATCHA SAY ABOUT ME?! I was busy shopping cuz...Reasons?)

And he’s back, never mind!

Status: 90% Vocaloid, 10% Yokai

(ﾉTwT)ﾉ ┫:･’.::･┻┻:･’.::･

STOP THIS NONSENSE ALREADY, YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR

(Percentages don't always round to nice and pretty numbers, but alright then.)

Secrets: Heightened Sight to see Yo-Kai, able to use Yo-Kai technique, has the Slippery Tribe mark on her arm.

・゜・(ノД`)

WHERE’S THE VODKA

(...It's nice that she included this, but I was hoping for something that would add to her character so she isn't 2D. ....Being 10% Yo-kai doesn't really...entail all of those abilities. Or at least, the percentages and abilities sorta seem..Off-scale. You make her Yokai-ness sound more like it's complete, when the percentage doesn't line up That would probably be more like...I dunno... 60% Vocaloid, 40% Yokai??)

Sexuality: straight

Relationships: () Dabaru: although she trust him with her secret to see strange things and is indeed in love with him, she worries that she'll drag him into her problems too much.

(....Mkay. That's...Reasonable, I guess. A little more info is preferred..But okay.)

The Slippery Yo-Kai Venoct (and 'brothers'): When Moon isn't singing, she can always trust these three for her training. Depending on the scarf color, each teacher varies in attacks.

(...Mmmhhmmm.. Ooohhkaay then. I don't entirely believe this kid, but I guess that's a thing. Again, I don't know much about Yo-Kai, but from an outside perspective..That's...That still feels self-centered on Blaze. Why do they teach her?)

Lord Enma: She and this lord of Yo-Kai get along pretty well since their first meeting.

W H Y????

H O W???? I hope this is explained in the bio.

(Lord Enmna ....-slow nod- You do you. Though, the way she goes on about Yo-kai kinda undermines the vocaloid part of her, which SHOULD be the majority??)

Bio: Moon was to be the Artifical daughter of scientist Stan Wingstein, who's biological daughter passed away from a disease. She was supposed to wake up at the correct age, but wasn't able to be awaken at the specific date because Stan was forced to leave her behind. She woke up at a different age and time, releasing herself from her glass prison and wanders the world herself. However she is different from the rest of the world because of her 'sight'. She can see creatures called Yo-Kai, creatures that love to make mischief and can't been seen with human eyes. However her eyes are not stronger enough and can only see their sillouettes. Any attempt to see clearer will put a strain to her eyes. 

This is Vocaloid. Yokai should not be involved.

Who cares, she’s already been fandom mixing shit from the start.

(Zil, please ; w ; I know you're upset, but keep going with the character analysis. As for the thing, yeah. Talking so much about the Yo-kai part should mean that she's mostly Yo-kai..Wait, is that even a species?? Aren't they human, just with cool special powers?? Also, this is again a little more nit-picky, but please change the sentense structure. That's like, looking in one direction, looking in a different one with the first "however", then looking in the same direction as before with the second "however". Plus...She never explained why she's part Yo-Kai. Was it because her timing got screwed over so much that it mutated??)

She was brought into the studio by Tom Wingfield, Stan Wingstein's nephew, who is unaware that Moon is his uncle's Artifical Daughter. During her time, Moon enjoys singing solos, but after partnering up with a boy named Dabaru, she enjoys duets as well. She find that she has a crush on him, knowing he will keep her secret and everything. One day Moon had met Venoct disguised as a young boy who had passed out in the snow, but with her 'sight' she managed to found out that he is really a Yo-Kai. After helping him keep warm, she was rewarded with his medal of friendship, and a night visit from the Lord of Yo-Kai himself. Moon met Lord Enma at night, who helped heightened her 'sight' by giving her 10% Yo-Kai soul. With that 10%, not only she can 'see' but also can use Yo-Kai powers. After asking the question about which Tribe she like and who shall be her teacher, Moon has chosen the Slippery tribe and wanted Venoct as her teacher. After the approval, Lord Enma gives her his medal of friendship and a duplicate of Venoct's aura scarf, warning Moon that the dragons at the endS may attack if angered. Afterwards, Moon has lived in two different worlds, her Vocaloid life and part Yo-Kai life. 

“She’s so speshul u gaiz!!!!11!!! OMG!!!!11!!!!11!!111!!!!!eleventy-two”

Why would the Lord give her fucking Yo-Kai powers. I get that she saved Venoct, but I don’t think it’s that remarkable to be awarded with powers. THEN AGAINNNN, Mythology loves to exaggerate awards and quests as well, so maybbeeeeeee I shouldn’t be complaining. Maybe.

(...Again, grammar. Then again, I suck at it too so I don't really have much to say, but still. Also, having a crush doesn't immediately guarentee that he'll keep a secret. Or the other way around; keeping a secret does not entail romantic attraction. Also, how does her sight work? Can she turn it off and on? Is it always like that? ...And did he just magically create a medallion and give it to her as a sign of friendship?? This is not the Indian Peace Medals, nor the 1800s. As for the rest of the thing..Saving one of a leader's subjecst does not entail a visit from said leader. They got other stuff too. Even if the guy you saved is a leader, the supreme guy doesn't just go over and say "hey you did good so Imma bless you with special powers now." I'm still skeptical about the whole percentages and..Wait...SHE WAS ABLE TO SEE AND DO THAT KIND OF STUFF WITH THE YO-KAI //BEFORE// SHE HAD THE PART SOUL THING?! THE HECK?!)

I think this is the last bio for this character. Thank god.

Name: Vocaloid Moon Will respond to: Moon, Squirt (Jakku may call her this), Lass, Miss Moon, Little sister, Madchen (German word for Madame. Nobori and/or Kudari will call her this)

(....dON'T JUST PLOP OTHER LANGUAGES INTO THIS. DUDE. SERIOUSLY.)

Will NOT respond to: Asshole, Bitch, ugly, stupid little sister (Bodiru might say this), any bad names.

There’s...really no need to put this here.

Nobody would respond to those names. I don’t think those are even nicknames, they’re just name calling.

(I'm surprised that she didn't mention anything about punching the guy who did it, since there was a log of violence earlier.)

Age: ?? Personal symbol: Purple moon

(......Ooooohhhkaayyyy..)

skin color: pale peach Hair color: red Hair style: little bit sticks on right side, tuffs of hair sticks up on left side. Back reaches the middle of her back. Has braid tied to left side of head with purple moon hair clip at the starting end. Front of hair covers right eye

(...Soo...Uhh..Her hair is poofy and medium sized?)

Eye color: red. Right eye has purple moon symbol.

(...Again with the whole moon thing with no explaination.)

Clothes: a white vocaloid outfit with purple edges. The left sleeve is short and comes with arm warmer. Right sleeve is long and reaches past her fingertips. Shirt reaches up to her stomach, where you can see her belly button. Her pants ar also white with purple edges. Has multiple zippers. Left legging is short. Shoes are white with tall purple platform soles.

(Pfft she still wears arm-warmers? What, is this the 80s? And what's with the platform shoes??)

Other sets of clothes: Black and white Subway Master uniform, Green male depot agent uniform, a lot of Lolita outfits (Shiro, Kuro, Sweet, etc), boy clothes, a pair of all of her brothers clothes (stolen from their bedrooms by Operator).

Oh my god---We’re bring Pokemon into this, kill me. Just please, stick to a solid fandom and stop mixing them with others, unless you have a REALLY GOOD AND DETAILED EXPLANATION.

(o w o ;; welp..There goes Zil again-- as for the analysis...You..Do..You I guess. Wait..She has brothers?)

Yeah, Daburu, Bodiru, Maaku, Jaaku, all those people.

(.....She..Oh? Okay???? wAIT SHE'S CRUSHING ON HER BROTHER?! And she never explained that part either ; w ; ;;; she just mentioned how she was cloned or something, nothing about the others and how they're related.)

That... That’s true.

(TT w TT ;;; okay then)

Accessories: white headset with purple moons on the muffs, arm warmer (comes with the outfit), black leather collar.

(.....Slowly nods. Okay then.)

Injuries, wounds or red marks: a large black bruise around her neck (covered by black leather collar) (caused by Bodiru), a few small non-fatal stab wounds (caused by Bodiru), a scrap on head and kneecaps (caused by tripping on first day at Studio), a few large bruises (caused by falling down the stairs after being pushed by Bodiru), a large hand print on her back (cause by Jakku giving her a friendly slap on the back), another large handprint on her lower back (caused by Maaku trying to kill a mosquito when she couldn't reach it), some mosquito bites.

I mean, these all will heal...and thinking about it, SHE’S AN ANDROID! SHE SHOULDN’T BRUISE OR BE INJURED THAT EASILY!

She shouldn’t bruise or be injured PERIOD. Freaking---

(Bodiru is really out to get you, huh? There's really no real explanation about why he's such a Yandere.. aLSO WHAT'S WITH THE MOSQUITO PART?!?)

Self insert. AQ always gets mosquito bites so... yeah.

(Welp.)

Personality: Fragile like, easily scared, prone to cry when nervous levels are off the charts. Always nervous. In fear of few of her brothers.

More like one.

Literally Bodiru is the only brother terrorizing her. Who else?

(Your personality can't really be fragile..??? I can't really take AQ seriously about the nervous part when you describe it as "prone to cry when nervous levels are off the charts". Instead, I hear the freaking Dragon Ball Z in the background. Those are actually very realistic things that she's described, so props to her, but still, you should really explain a little more.)

likes: Dabaru, sweets and pastries, singing, cooking, drawing, hard work, strawberries, moons, nice people, meat, some veggies, some fish, singing parody songs.

(Pretty stereotypical stuff, but alright then.)

dislikes: Bodiru and jinboppu, rude people, veggies, raw food, lizards, snakes, spiders, some bugs, poisonous things, etc

(Same as-- wait, pFFFT JINBOPPU?! THE HECK?! REALLYYYYY?????)

In love with: Dabaru

(....bUT ISN'T HE YOUR BROTHER? I shouldn't really say anything about that since I ship Skycest and crap, as well as being dubbed the Shipping Satan, but..Incest? Alright then?? Maybe..Justify it????? I can justify the different forms of Skycest that I ship but--)

Um...

Really hates: Bodiru, Jinboppu Terrified of: Bodiru, Jinboppu, spiders

=_=

Fuck, I forgot about Jinbop. Jesus Christ... 

(I can't take this seriously anymore. Just..Jinboppu--)

Info: ~ can sing to the different emotions in every song ~ has no specific pitch in tone.

(.....I'M PRETTY SURE MUSIC DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY??????? I WOULD KNOW SINCE I'M IN BAND AND PLAY MULTIPLE INSTRUMENTS??????)

FUN.

~ often sings parody songs for fun or for her own purpose. ~ likes to use the voice changer function in her headset to copy her brothers voices.

(Likes to use the voice changer ....Soo..You are a mechanical human thing. Wtf? Please, for the love of god, choose a freaking thing; are you more human or more mechanical????)

~ is in love with Dabaru, but is shy to make the first move. ~ likes to take walks with Aaron, Maaku and Jakku.

(who's Aaron?)

~ likes to hang around with Nobori and Kudari ~ always hide from Bodiru and Jinboppu

(Wtf did you do to Jinboppu to make him hate you so much?)

According to some of her dA gallery pictures, Jinboppu is a yandere for Moon, that's why she hides away from him.

(Um??? Being Yandere and scaring the crap out of your senpai is...Counter productive??)

~ she had no particular favorite song; she likes them equally

(....Them? Specifics?)

~ the only time she has a sexual side is when she sings sexual songs, other then that, she is normal and nervous. ~ always gets strangled by Bodiru, other then that, it might be sometimes a knife going to her head or being pushed down the stairs

Why are you painting him the bad guy because you like the dude he’s paired with???

With every love interest comes with a lovely and badly characterized love rival. Sighhhhhhhhhh...

~ sometimes might call Tom "Father". Most of the time is "Boss"

(.......Mmkay.)

FINAL VERDICT:

Since Mod Lyn and Mod Battery had to leave, I’ll be delivering the final verdict alone.

*clears throat*...

KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!

BURN AT THE STAKE!!!!

But in all seriousness, these characters are ridiculous. What’s even more outrageous is that they all have the same appearance, yet in different ‘fandoms’. You need to get their family genetics/lineage right and put them in the same fandom or something, otherwise this will not do.

Barely anything in these bios are salvageable. You may have to start from scratch again, but if you choose to fix your OCs, be warned, it’s going to take a long time to fix them before they’re considered decent.

The mods and I had a tough time sifting through these bios, but we made it. We’re alive, with the cost of our precious sleep taken way from us.

All in all, just do your research for the fandoms, please.

~Mod Zilvani

EDIT: Battery came back and demanded his own separate judgment. THANKS BATTERY.

(aLRIGHT, SO my judgement. Honestly, there's a lot of wishy-washy mumbo jumbo. It just feels like everything just..Is..Just put in there randomly and without any reason. It's just there for the sake of the character. If you explain a lot more, that would deffinantly help. It really does seem like Blaze, all three, are Mary sues; they're not "perfect", but they're so freaking special but angsty and powerful but weak. All these contridictions. It really feels unnatural and forced. You gotta fix that, you gotta make things flow more naturally.

I was more or less sane while looking through all this bio stuff. You and Lyn were dying--)

BECAUSE WE WERE SLEEP DEPRIVED--

(So was I but I still kept a level head--)

shhhhh I can't handle sleep deprivation as well as you can ;A;

(Welp--)

(Until next time--)

(I'm the "OH BABY A TRIPLE" A BATTERIES, and we'll see ya later!~)

Yup. Buh-bye~! -u-

~Mod Zilvani and Battery