#gah just talking about it makes me go brrr brrr

[maguro13-2]

Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Pt.6

"Back in the early 2000s..."

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Hey, guys. Get a load of this.

Mana Hinoki : Hmmm...This weird place. What's going on here? What's with all this..."Technology"?

Yohei Nanami : What's this "Giant Robot" doing here underneath a city in Nevada like this? Huh? Who's this Deathscythe Hell robot?

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Now, I understand what really created the weapons for. Someone has been collecting souls to power up a giant robot for it's energy. Who could've stolen a machine that isn't theres?

Death the Kid [o.s] : So...You three saw it, didn't you? But I know how to make it all up for you.

[the gang turns and sees someone in shocked]

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Oh no! It can't be...Y-You!

[TV BUZZING]

"The Present Day..."

Marie Mjolnir : Oh, phooey! I can't believe that Asuza would go off and leave me behind! It's no fair that a woman at this height, makes me wanna go smash a toilet, a human toilet. I hope the Mario Bros doesn't stick their plungers in my...(shivers) Brrr! I feel like that I'm the smart one to think that being a woman in Oceania that doesn't make the count. Oh, Well, I better what's on the front page now on today's news. [drinks a bit of her coffe while looking at a newspaper, but then spits out] *coughing* What the...?

[NEWSPAPER : FRANKEN STEIN DEAD IN TOKYO]

Marie Mjolnir : "Franken Stein Dead in Tokyo"?! How could Franken Stein be dead like this? He's not dead, he's been murdered! [reads the newspaper] "The body of local teacher/Meister and former doctor has been found dead in the Tokyo Area after a mysterious masked black figure from the 20th century has assassinated him with an Axe." So I'm starting to bother that the reason Franken Stein hadn't been shown his face in Tokyo, because he was assassinated by a man called Sammy Lawrence! Aha! So that's what Franken Stein was after Medusa, The real Franken Stein was killed and assassinated by Sammy because he was going find out the truth about Soul World, which is part of the Legacy, and "Sammy" wants someone to destroy the Legacy created by Shinra. What the hell have we've been fighting for? Hmm? [sees Eruka walking out of the cafe.] Hey, isn't that one of Medusa's goons that used an injection needle to revive Shinra's grandson? Maybe I go need to tell froggy about this. [gets up from table and walks up to Eruka] Hey, excuse me, ma'am. I need to talk?

Eruka Frog : Who the hell is it? [realizing] Oh sh*t! It's one of the good guys! Darn! I mustn't let Shinra's pawn get to incarcerate me in Louisiana! I don't want to go back to Louisiana! [Marie grabs hers hand]

Marie Mjolnir : Look! What's your problem, frogger? I'm not going to incarcerate you in Louisiana. I'm just want to ask you about the incident happening in Nevada. Do you know why on earth did you revive Shinra's grandson? And what did you use Ink to revive him?

Eruka Frog : Ngh! Piss off, Toilet smasher! [runs off]

[Theme of Saigoh - Kenichi Tokoi]

Marie Mjolnir : Gah! Hey, come back! [runs off to chase after Eruka] Hey, I'm not done with you, yet!

Eruka Frog : *panting*

Marie Mjolnir : Hey, I said come back here! Hey stop! Where do you think you're going!? Hey, stop, damn you! I said stop!

Eruka Frog : Oh god!

[the two jumps on the cars to get across]

Marie Mjolnir : Sorry! Pardon me! Excuse me, sir!

Eruka Frog : *panting* Can't loose to her! Gotta get somewhere to find...[gasped in shock as a she sees a trucking coming by, causing her stop] Woaaah! *THUD* Oof! [turns and sees Marie Mjolnir] Aah! Please forgive me! I'm sorry for what I ever worked with that Doppelganger! I won't do it again! I promise!

Marie Mjolnir : I want answers now! What did you do with the Ink that was inside Asura's body? Where is it?

Eruka Frog : Ah...I...I don't have it anymore! I used it all up!

Marie Mjolnir : Cut the crap, you idiot! [grabs her by shirt]

Eruka Frog : Please! I'm sorry! Forgive me for what we've done!

[scene changes to the alley]

Eruka Frog : Hey, man! I am very sorry! It turns out that the Medusa I know has been a fake all along and the real one used us to revive the grandson of the Kusakabe, in which we witches got involved as the baddies! But please, don't hurt me! I've got a family back home in the Louisiana Bayou! Please, you gotta understand a witch knows best! It's not like that I've witnessed a crime or anything!

Marie Mjolnir : that's your problem of putting our planet in danger because of that Heartless Doppelganger you worked with, but I still need answers about the Ink you used to revive Asura Kusakabe!

Eruka Frog : Look, you want something!? Well, I got something for ya! Ink? You want something that is Ink? Here! Takes this bottle of black ink, it will definitely think it's the blood that Medusa created with.

Marie Mjolnir : This is regular ink, I don't want any of that stuff. Go buy you some paint or something.

Eruka Frog : Look! That's all I have that I got something for ya! I'm planning to leave this entire and god forsaken country, see look at me, I'm broke, I'm bankrupted, I'm officially cleaned out of my pockets! And there's more where that came from, I don't know if there was ink inside of Asura's body, the ink inside of the madman's body would eventually turn into a monster! A really big monster, who has the heart of a heartless bastard!

Marie Mjolnir : Quit your whining! And tell me! [pushes Eruka against the wall] Who was that man with a mask that killed the real Franken Stein, The man that I have been with for 13 years!?

Eruka Frog : That man? I don't who that masked creep is, but I believe that he had a connection with the Gorgon Sisters, the real ones that were captured by those Keyblade Wielders and detectives! More importantly, the Gorgon Sisters that the good guys putting their hatred were actually bunch of heartless doppelgangers, a diversion orchestrated by Ansem just to lure them out to the Darkness.

Marie Mjolnir : Ansem? The Seeker of Darkness? Where the hell is that heartless bastard?!

Eruka Frog : Can't tell him for sure, they'll burn me if I told you the answer to seek the truth! You might not just know to seek those answers to all to the truth.

Marie Mjolnir : And where is this Sammy Lawrence's residence that he has been hiding from the public for many years!?

Eruka Frog : I know where he and the Ink Demon bodily fluid came from. I heard that one of Medusa's Lair is connected to Joey Drew Studios, a 20th century cartoon studio that was closed for years after a tremendous accident due to Sammy Lawrence's work on the project that he was developing the demon. Medusa gets all the ink from Sammy that was part of the project they both worked on. If you ever step foot into that studio, you'll be food for his creation of a demon!

Marie Mjolnir : If the Ink and Black Blood was part of a project that closed down the studio, then why was Crona involved with it?

Eruka Frog : Because that kid was part of an experiment, in which he was the second subject to become an Ink Demon, and the last ones should be next. If that happens, then this whole planet is done for! [releases Eruka] Aaah!

Marie Mjolnir : So, Sammy Lawrence was behind all of this. Can't believe that I seek the truth, and finding out that this was all setup by Shinra Kusakabe, that unbelievable bastard! Why would anyone would not let us seek the truth? Why would they hide everything? Maka's mother knew that she was the only woman, who could really spread truth to the world. And now, I must make moves before this could happened to humanity. I just know where the next clue might lead to. [looks at her cellphone] Hmm? I better make a call about this.

~ Twenty-First Scene : Operation : Mad Clown Pt.2 ~

[pickled-flowers]

Do you like cooking or baking?

Both! I don't really have a preference, but I feel lots of peace when I'm stirring smt in a pot :) especially if it's some type of onion :) if I bake I like to sit in front of the oven and watch wtv I'm making rise/cook

[fubukiswifenoimnotjoking]

One Punch Man ship reviews bc I’m bored

WARNING: BIG ONE PUNCH MAN WEBCOMIC AND MANGA SPOILERS

GenoSai: do I even have to say it?? They compliment each other so well and are already besties. They make me so happy and I love their love. Genos literally came into Saitama’s life and brought so much new life and excitement when Saitama thought he’d never get any. Genos gives him love and appreciation all the time and never abandons him. Saitama isn’t connected to his feelings, but he cares about Genos and would do just about anything for him, to keep him safe. Genos constantly teases Saitama and Saitama grumbles and takes it with some banter, Genos is super emotional and Saitama does his best to comfort him, they fucking love shopping together and just hanging out period, they talk about the dumbest shit and somehow they still understand each other with the one brain cell they both share. It takes Genos forever to realize his feelings are deeper and Saitama has to be TOLD by their friends that he should fucking realize his feelings already. Just...I could keep going but I’ll stop! 2718873737839439/10 (let’s not talk about the age gap btw, 6 years isn’t bad and Genos is a legal adult.)

FubuSai: the stereotypical straight ship ppl gravitate to. Eh. I can see it, but at the same time I feel like they don’t completely compliment each other. Are they a hot couple? Duh. But I feel like their pride and communication issues would get in the way. 4/10

TatsuSai: hnghhhh. Someone mentioned this before, can’t remember who, but Saitama literally thinks she’s a child in canon. So that just....makes it gross. Same problems as FubuSai but worse. I’d rather see them as hesitant friends w a weird bond. 0/10

SonSai/SonicSai/idk the ship name: eh, toxic. Cant see them getting past communication issues and pride, again. Plus Sonic wants to kill his ass. Also, I just feel no romantic tension?? Even in fanfic it just falls flat for me. 3/10

MumenSai: a favorite!! Wish I saw it more, it’s very cute. Mumen is so kind and would absolutely be there to help him w self esteem and just help him be a better person period. And Saitama would have a cute little kind guy to tease and open up to. I could maybe see Mumen’s kindness getting on Saitama’s nerves when he’s in a bad mood bc Mumen almost never snaps and Saitama feels shittier, or maybe Mumen being mad at Saitama for being kinda lazy at home while Mumen is working his ass off and he’s like babe I just got home, please stop playing the fucking game and pay attention to me I have a concussion again. Prob too nitpicky on this one, heh, but 8.4/10

Genos x Sonic: wtf? As a crack ship, sure. That’s hilarious. But as a serious ship, 1.3/10 bc I could MAYBE see them bond over their love of my chemical romance or sum.

Anyone x Puri: -128382839287473828739219833468282/10. Fuck Puri.

TatsuKing: eh. Indifferent on this one too. I can see them getting along and Tatsu being the mean but supportive gf in public, but a sweet gf in private. King could be like her calm oasis of video games and sweet blonde shy bf. I sway more towards ace/aro King and queer non binary Tatsu, but this is still good. 6/10

FubuPsy/Fubuki x Psykos/idk: hell yeah!! This series NEEDS more wlw ships, both for me to project onto and to cry over. Prob my fav Fubuki ship, cuz they’ve known each other since they were young and had a tenuous friendship. I didn’t use to ship it until I saw that scene in the wc after the MA arc (u know the one) but here we are. They’re big personalities so any interaction is bound to be chaotic at first, but I really think they’d work. Pride put to the side, Psykos could be someone for Fubuki to finally rely on other than the Blizzard Bunch, someone to confide in, a badass partner to fight monsters with, talk about nothing for hours with, be a super fashionable #girlboss couple with, and someone who would really see her for who she is-especially w Psykos knowledge of her from the past. Hell, Psykos might even know her better than Tatsumaki. Fubuki could be an anchor to her like she currently is in the wc, providing a quiet comfort and making her open up little by little. Would prob be toxic at first bc of the MA arc and their desire for power, but is a very good ship I think. 9/10

Speedal/Sonic x Mumen: an old fav! Sonic would have a hard time not hating Mumen at first bc he’s the picture definition of a hero, sum he hates. But hanging out with him would show him Mumen is a GOOD guy genuinely and he’d be like ohhhh shit I’m in love w this man. Mumen would thoroughly appreciate someone to make him live a little, break some rules and stand up to ppl when they talk over him. He’d DEFINITELY be upset when finding out Sonic is an assassin, but would prob be conflicted bc he knows Sonic is a good person despite that. Would prob make Sonic give up on killing for them to be together. Sucks bc of the assassin thing and bc they haven’t met in canon! So we’re not sure how they’d interact with each other, sigh. 7.4/10

Okamaitachi x Bushidrill: a very underrated ship! To be clear, I headcanon Kama as a trans woman and so does most of the fandom. Anyway, very sweet and already built as a friendship bc of their partnership under Atomic Samurai. I can’t remember who writes fic and makes art of them on tumblr but AAAAA it’s so good! Very sweet. Basically depicted Bushi as a nervous himbo who’s honest about his feelings but scared to say them and Kama as a sweet lady who’s crazy about Bushi. Very sweet. Want more of them!! 6.1/10

OneZon/Zombieman x One Shotter: never even thought of the ship till I saw @megidolan art work! Very wholesome, and from what little we know of Shotter we know he’s a sort of nervous yet strong willed guy, and Zombieman would totally help him calm down bc he’s so chill. I could see them sharing cigarettes and talking shit on heroes while cuddling u know? 7/10 only because I don’t see enough of it but very good concept.

Mumarou/Mumen x Garou: a lot of ppl are gonna hate me for this but....I don’t like it. I’ve tried! I just—idk. I’ve read so many good fics about them that make me like it a bit, but the concept is just eh. I think their relationship is, in most reps, really cliche angsty stuff. I wish I could elaborate I just...gah! Basically, there’s better ships for the both of them imo. Sorry!! 4.3/10

Sonic x Flashy/SonFlash: yes!! Prob my fav Sonic ship. They have soooo much tension, it’s almost worse than Genos’ tension w Saitama. Flashy LITERALLY poisoned Sonic so that he wouldn’t be forced to kill him at the ninja graduation. He cares. They’ll never say it out loud, but they care. They have someone who understands what they went through in each other and someone they’re both so similar to, yet so different from. Sonic is more vocal about his expressions and let’s people know it while Flashy often keeps things to himself, they could really influence the other to be more this or that. I could see a lot of comfort with these two, and not much is needed for relationship development; they already have so much unspoken between them after meeting for the first time in years. Love it. Wish I saw it more! 10/11

KingSai: wonderful! Out of the few ppl Saitama is close to, def my second fav pick for a ship for him. There’s a post saying how Saitama doesn’t cut King off when he’s going on rants about games and stuff bc he’s talking TO Saitama, not at him like Genos tends to do on accident. They’re already great buddies! Saitama could find a shy gamer man who he can talk to about manga and stuff and also a passionate bf who could break out of his shell w Saitama and be himself with no lies. King can have someone to protect him, duh, someone who finally understands his weird sense of humor, and someone to shower him in the love and kindness he deserves when Saitama is in the mood to be all out like that w his affections. Plus he’s Saitama’s anchor and brings him back down when he’s super anxious and depressed and tells him what’s up that he needs to fix without sugarcoating it. Would def have a bunch of inside jokes and go on dates that are just staying inside playing video games all night. Domestic af. 10/10

Fubuki x Mizuki: my first wlw Fubuki ship! Hard to find but very good. Mizuki is this big ball of kindness, energy, and raw power that would make Fubuki go ‘Ohhhhhhh, big pretty lady make brain go brrr.’ I could see Mizuki grounding Fubuki when she’s in over her head, giving her random gifts bc she saw sum and thought of her, doing a marathon run and wildly waving at Fubuki in the crowd, and all around being a dependable woman confident in herself and in love with a mysterious esper. Prob a little shy when it comes to anything physical bc she loves Fubuki so much and is overwhelmed by the realness of being w her. Fubuki gives Mizuki advice on ‘acting like a proper hero’ or whatever and though Mizuki thinks she doesn’t need it, Fubuki still helps her a lot w her career and being taken more seriously by others. Would give Mizuki someone who loves her for who she is and would go wild on her in private when she can be open about her affection, would be someone Mizuki could exercise with and listen intently to Mizuki’s physical knowledge, and would absolutely bandage her when she’s all banged up. Hnghh love this ship. It’s only behind the FubuPsy ship juuuuust a little bc they haven’t met in canon so we can’t be sure about their interactions and stuff. 8.8/10, I love WOMEN

Batarou: how could I go this far without mentioning them?! They have SOOOO much tension in the centichoro fight, like come on. Both snarky assholes who are huge softies one the inside, Badd being the more logical one (still a himbo, tho) and Garou being the more chaotic one. Probably take forever to admit their feelings bc they’re so prideful and stupid <3 flirt through constant wrestling matches and it takes Genos saying ‘they should kiss already, they’re getting on his nerves’ for them to finally realize what’s up. (@rayadraws has a great au where Garou Genos and Badd are a chaotic friend squad and Genos is the only brain of the group, haha. Very good au y’all check it out!) Would constantly pick on each other affectionately and switch into concerned SO when the other is hurt like the big teddy bears they are. Raise Zenko together for sure. Garou would fumble being romantic and Badd would find it both hilarious and cute. 11/12

Zombie mask/Amai x Zombieman:

So. I don’t like Amai Mask and I used to hate him, BUT the webcomic and fic have really helped me calm down on him (he’s still a dick tho), so it’s easier to want to ship him and stuff. Bc of Amai’s anger issues and controlling behavior, I could see this relationship being super toxic and icky—but I think they have some form of understanding that pulls Amai back from being a complete dick, you know? Start off as fuck buddies and slowly form something else from spending companionable time together other than screwing. Zombieman pulls Amai back from his angry fits and soothes him over with his logic. Talk maaaaaad shit about heroes, but only when they’re alone because Zombieman knows Amai will talk loud af about the heroes they’re roasting and Zombie doesn’t wanna stop a fight from happening. Zombieman loves making Amai flustered and has a secret check list in his head of all the things that get Amai red faced. Loves to listen to Amai rant about things for hours and loves to watch his face go through almost cartoon like expressions as he talks. He won’t admit it, but Zombie loves to be spoiled by Amai’s shit tons of cash and often takes rides in Amai’s limos when he wants to smoke and think to himself. Amai has a hard time realizing how his feelings have changed, but gets hit hard with it when he wakes up to Zombie making them breakfast one morning while wearing Amai’s underwear. Amai also loves to spoil Zombie and takes him out to restaurants and buys him cool new weapons on the weekends. @batneko has pretty much gotten me into this ship and I strongly suggest looking at their works! 7.9/10

DemonKnight/Genos x Zero/Drive Knight: I’m pretty sure this used to be a crack ship before the past like 10 manga chapters—and now here we are! Not a fav bc 1. ZERO LEFT GENOS TO SELF DESTRUCT AFTER THEY COMBINED TO FORM THE FUCKING JET HE WAS JUST LIKE lol bye SO LIKE if he left him to die that’s super hard for me to forgive and ship grrr 2. Disregarding the manga’s canon and looking at the wc, while I love the little trip they went on where Zero demonstrated his abilities and helped Genos kill monsters, it’s super sus. He knew alllll of this info on Metal Knight and was super supportive and understanding when Genos said he needed time to think. Like,,,what are his intentions? We know so little about him—is he trying to trick Genos or was he being sincere? THAT STUFF ASIDE, they’re a really fun ship. They’re both huge fucking nerds and can keep up with their talk on robotics for hours, they’re both cyborgs so they understand each other’s pain, and they’re both super cool and angsty. I think they could really settle into a deep bond that can go platonic or romantic, just depends. Genos needs more ppl in his life so hell yeah! Plus, he can really let go with Zero bc they don’t have that teacher/student relationship and Zero, if he’s really a sincere and kind guy like in the wc, can be there for Genos and listen to him. Don’t have much to say on this ship other than @wellthisisembarrassing makes GORGEOUS art of them! 6.3/10

Webuiko/Suiko x Webigaza: YEAH I KNOW THEY HAVENT INTERACTED IN CANON AND WE DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM BUT HEAR ME OUT. Webigaza—cool af determined cyborg idol who’s surprisingly down to earth when talking with Child Emperor. Suiko—sassy and honest fighter who doesn’t take shit and is very passionate. Suiko would go to talk to Web then immediately freak out bc aaaa she’s way prettier than she thought, she can’t do this! Web would have to gently encourage Suiko to talk and at first is like ‘ah man, must be an adoring fan, ugh I’m so tired. At least she’s hot’ but when Suiko snaps out of her shyness Web is like oh! She’s super cool wtf. Always bump into each other during fights and help each other get fixed up, Suiko using her muscle power to lift Web’s pieces (and give Web a great view of Suiko’s muscles holy SHIT) and Web would patch Suiko up. Not to be stereotypical, but they’re def a masc/femme couple. I love the idea of this ship soooo much and I really hope they interact! 6.6/10 only bc they haven’t met 😭😭😭 look them up on here! There’s some great art of them by a few blogs

Dr. Kuseno x Bang: pretty sure @baldyborg came up with this one! Super cute. Just two old dudes finding a nice friendship in each other, maybe after Bang helps carry Genos to Kuseno’s after a day of fighting. Bang would find Kuseno to be a very cute little nerd man and would be sooo impressed by Kuseno’s mad scientist skills. Kuseno would be super impressed when seeing Bang in action too. They’d prob talk as soon as they meet each other and Genos would be in the background like you guys it’s been an hour, please fix me I’m on the verge of death 🧍🏻Bang would give Kuseno advice on training techniques to teach Genos and advice on making his bodies more martial arts ready or sum, meanwhile Kuseno would give his take on how to be kinder to Garou so that Bang would learn to repair the relationship with a gentleness he’s seemingly lacking (yes I’m talking about the chapter where he and Garou start fighting and Bang is just not doing enough to reach out to Garou, he’s being a callous old man! So yeah I’m still mad about that). Genos and Saitama would prob be out on a date and Saitama would be like oh theres Bang, wonder what he’s doing? Then Kuseno would walk up and kiss Bang and Genos and Sai would be shocked like SIRS 👬 Genos would tell Bang he doesn’t need another adoptive dad and Bang would be like....ok.... I see them retiring in a cottage together and Bang would become a huge softie. Yes I’m actively ignoring chapter 141 of the wc, shut up. 7.6/10

TankTop master x Mumen: they have a nice friendship going on in the manga right now! Just bros supporting bros. Tank is the picture definition of a muscly himbo and Mumen is his cute passionate bf. Also workout buddies af!! Don’t have much to say other than pretty good ship, just not a fav. 5.2/10

To sum it up—

GenoSai: 2718873737839439/10, Batarou: 11/12, SonFlash: 10/11, KingSai: 10/10, FubuPsy: 9/10, Fubuki x Mizuki: 8.8/10, MumenSai: 8.4/10, ZombieMask: 7.9/10, Dr. Kuseno x Bang: 7.6/10, Speedal: 7.4/10, OneZon: 7/10, Webuiko: 6.6/10, DemonKnight: 6.3/10, Okamaitachi x Bushidrill: 6.1/10, TatsuKing: 6/10, TankTop Master x Mumen: 5.2/10, Mumarou: 4.3/10, FubuSai: 4/10, SonSai: 3/10, Genos x Sonic: 1.3/10, TatsuSai: 0/10, anyone x Puri: -1283828319833468282/10

If there’s any ships I left out, it’s bc I don’t know them, don’t wanna talk about them, or just don’t have an opinion strong enough. Also, I know there are some poly ships like Genos x Saitama x Fubuki, but I’ve read only one fic about that (it was pretty good, here’s the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/5406992 ) so I don’t feel like talking about it. Hope no ones offended! All my opinion here :)

[fictionallyinparadise]

Okay theme songs let's go

Under the cut bc it's gonna be a long one 😭 I left out some of my more casual ones bc I don't have an idea :(

Satine: From Eden by Hozier!!! Like! "Babe/ there's something tragic about you"!!!! Bc both of us are tragic!!!! GAHHH,,,,

47 and Diana: There's so many!! But Shelter by FINNEAS!!!! That song hits so hard but I just. Oh my god. All of Verse Two hits me like a TRAIN!!!!! Fuck.

Movie!47: GAHHH!!! So many songs and half of them are just being absolutely hopelessly devoted. Like some Gomez and Morticia!!!!!! Skyfall by Adele!!! Bc badass couple goes brrr hehe.

Ella and Charming: Pierre by Run Weaver!!!, The vibes of the song are absolutely immaculate for them 🥺

Erik and Charles: Arms Tonite by Mother Mother. Bc we're uh™. Complicated. I think. Also the song is very good!

Arthur Morgan: This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory!!!! Bc!!! He is lonely,,,I am lonely,,,our fingers dancing when they meet!!!!!! It's so gentle too... ughHHH.

Lucifer: hMM,,,Talk Too Much by COIN!!! He talks,,,so sometimes I just gotta shut him PSJDJSHDH. Also imagining him mumbling the words to that song and he's like an inch away from kissing me drives me insane.

Geralt and Jaskier: FUCK okay okay. You're So Creepy by Ghost Town?? Idk why. It just seems to fit us ;w;

Dana: OUGH MY BELOVED MY SWEET DARLING GIRLFRIEND. Can I Call You Tonight? By Dayglow!!! GAHHH that song is so sweet it hits my little yearning neurons.

Volga: Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers bc. Bro,,,I just want something just like this,,,somebody I can turn to,,,somebody I can miss,,,

Gordon: WAILS LOUDLY. Die Alone by FINNEAS. It's so perfect for us you don't understand I am so feral its us it's us. The entire song. So good.

Karl: GAH THIS BASTArD <3 What A Heavenly Way To Die by Troye Sivan!!! It's a good song and just. Yes. All of Verse One!!!! There's other songs like Honeypie like JAWNY!!!

Jon and Martin: OKAY OKAY. it's a tie between Foreigner's God by Hozier and You've Got The Life by Florence + The Machine!!!!! GAHHH.

Sully: there's so many songs I could say bc of the ✨complicated love story✨ we are but. But. I Will Follow You into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie. It's such....🥺🥺🥺😭

Alice: hMMMn,,,Yellow Hearts by Any Saunders bc it's so soft and we're so soft. Oh my god.

The Narrator/Simon: There's so many songs,,,I think Talk To Me by Cavetown!!!! Or It's Alright by Mother Mother. Maybe a mix of those two.

Jason: !!! This fucking man oh my god I want to kiss him. Anyway Creep by Radiohead and I will not expand.

Slenderman: oouughhh. Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA!!! Esp the one with like the guitar and shit kicking in!!!! Also I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry :>

Warren: !! Me and My Husband by Mitski!!! Gahhhh <3

Arthur Hastings: YELLS LOUDLY. As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese but specifically the acoustic one!!!!!!!!! Because fuCKKK it's him that I lie with as the atom bomb drops in!!!!!!!!!

Thomas Richardson: I think. Hmm. All of Me by John Legend and Cabo by Ricky Montgomery :0

Harvey: AAA,,,my sweet ghost man...I cannot think of a song other than the one that is our tag 😭. I might say Soulmate Song by Carson James Argenna is the first that comes to mind...second being I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire by Ink Spots!!

Nihilus: OH THIS MAN THIS FUCKING MAN. Oh my GODDDD. Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience!!! Also maybe Daisy Bell by...idk who? goddd,,,,

Luke and Din: They're still kinda new f/os tbh? But. Glad You Came by The Wanted. Something about it makes me think of them,,,,<3!!!

Phone Guy: !!!! gahhh. agaiN so many songs!!! Ugh. Boyfriend by COIN,,,also Absolutely Smitten by dodie,,,,

Miles Upshur: okay this one is gonna sound absolutely ridiculous and obvious,,,but. E.T. by Katy Perry and exclusively without K*yne's part. Also exclusively Clarity covered by Kurt Hugo Schneider.

Mirael and Fawkes: hmMMsnndj,,,,Run by Hozier but like. Also Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery. Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother also makes me think of us!

Izold: yet again thinking of the song that's our theme. Anyway! Hey Lover! by Wabie,,,Walk You Home by Sir Chloe,,,so many songs. *pats Izold's shoulder* this bad boy can fit so many songs into him!!!!!

Alna: AGAIN THE FIRST SONG TO COME TO MIND IS THE ONE THAT'S OUR THEME!!! but. But. Pretend The World Has Ended by She Wants Revenge and Love Story covered by Sarah Coltrane!!! Ahhhh.

[fnaf-ghost-hunter-au]

Jeremy pre-frontal lobe go brrr (Fine Jeremy/F!Jeremy): ...

Henry: Whachya doin'?

Jeremy: GAH-! Oh, it's just you Henry.

Henry: Well, you are in my house. Could you please explain to me what you're doing?

F!Jeremy: Michael got home a little bit ago...

Henry: I'm guessing that's not what's concerning you right now.

F!Jeremy: He was acting very weird, and I could barely see him through the darkness, but he did not look very normal.

Henry: In that case, are you sure that it was even Michael?

F!Jeremy: I know it was him. I even called him to make sure. I saw his cell phone ring, and then he immediately hung up before answering

Henry: Now that is not very normal behavior for him

F!Jeremy: I'm trying to see if anything happened at is work. Thanks for Michael teaching me, I was able to hack into the system at his work. I'm going through the security footage right now.

Henry: Well, tell me if you find anything Jeremy

F!Jeremy: I will

A few hours later

Henry coming into the room with coffee: Jeremy, you should probably go home and go to be- *he sees Jeremy staring at the screen terrified* what's going on?

F!Jeremy: I did see Michael's body...

Henry:

F!Jeremy: But that person walking down the street... that wasn't Michael...

Henry: What are you getting at?

F!Jeremy: ... It would be better if I just showed you, but I'm not going to look at it anymore. *he presses play on what he was watching*

Henry: *stops drinking coffee mid sip as he sees Michael on the recording being dangled and restrained by a bunch of metal wires*

The recording: *Circus Baby's voice* You are in the scooping room now. Funtime Foxy has already been here today. Funtime Freddy has already been here today. Ballora has already been here today. Circus Baby has already been here today. I've been out before, but they always put me back. They always put us back inside. There is nowhere for us to hide here. There is no where to go, when we look like this.

Henry: *Henry's heart drops*

The recording: *Circus Baby's voice* But if we looked like you, *the voice emphasized the word "you"* then we could hide. If we looked like you, then we could have somewhere to go. *the voice paused* The scooper only hurts for a moment.

Henry: *he watched helplessly as one of the nicest kids he had known and had started to think of as his own son got his organs ripped out*

F!Jeremy: That's not all

Henry: I think I know what's about to happen...

F!Jeremy and Henry: *watch as a horrifying humanoid mass of wires slides into the kid's flesh, and smile wickedly*

F!Jeremy: I'm so sorry Michael...

Henry: Dear god...

F!Jeremy: *continuing to watch* ... *he notices something* Wait a minute... *he starts messing with the settings, until* Wait, what?

Henry watching dumbfounded: What the... Is that him?

F!Jeremy and Henry: *watches as an aberration of Michael looks on in horror as to what is happening with is body*

The recording: *Michael running up to the camera, and begins talking in a slightly distorted voice, but still very understandable, and clearly Michael's* I don't know if anyone will find this, or if anyone can hear me, but if you can, please! I'm begging you! Help me! Everything hurts! I don't know what's happening to- *The aberration of Michael gets grabbed by a mix of purple glowing spectral wires and chains, and starts getting dragged back to his body* SOME! ANYONE! HELP ME! I'M SCARED! *then the aberration is gone*

F!Jeremy very weakly: Mikey...?

Henry: ... What the hell was that?!

F!Jeremy:

Henry: Jeremy...?

F!Jeremy: He's still in there...

Henry: What are you trying to say?

F!Jeremy: He's still in there... *he turns to look at Henry* We might be able to save him

[imagine-fight-write]

RANDOM - BANANA FISH REVIEW, VOL. 1, PART 2

Hello, everyone!

Good things come to those who wait. I thought I’d be able to have this posted last weekend. Time laughed at me & ran away. We are still not friends. But now it’s here!

On with the delighted, in-depth review of Banana Fish!

*NOTE: I will go back and forth on addressing “the reader” & saying “you.” If this bothers you, please let me know.

So, I think the best format might (might) be me going through scenes in chronological order, volume by volume, with intro summaries of the volume in question, or the scene I’m discussing. Combined with separate topic posts about either a certain character or topic. Might also add First Reaction posts, where I dive into my first reactions while reading. (with some explanation about what I’m reacting about.) YES, I have a plan! (watch it crash & burn) Sounds good? Let me know if there’s any topic or character you want me to cover!

Now, on with the review of Vol. 1! So, to recap, we just met Ash Lynx, who’d just found a dying man who gave him an address & talked about “banana fish” just like his brother Griffin. On the page before this, pg. 25 in my volume, we’re introduced to Ash walking around a clearly not safe part of the city. The middle panel is a great shot of Ash. I’ve decided to die on the fence of “early Banana Fish art is actually good.”

Ash is not super pretty boy yet (just wait) but I like how he looks rough and capable, like the gang leader he is.

His intense look at whatever is making the “krakkrakkk!” sound is brilliant. Very cat-like. He’s wary but also ready to attack if he needs to. The reader is also on high alert & wondering who or what is out there. Also, his jacket looks super comfy.

It’s not as comfy looking in the anime. Oh well.

Going along with more defense of Yoshida’s art, on pg. 28 there’s another great close up & emotion on Ash’s part, as the dying man says the fateful words, “banana fish.” It’s followed by Ash discovering the man’s murderers - members of his own gang. (Wow, that sucks.) Here we’re introduced to Ash’s cold, deadly “boss” side, which we’ll see more intently through Eiji’s! Perspective later (and get chills, as well we should.) Note how in the bottom panel (pg. 28), the use of lines both emphasize emotion (shock & fear, at Ash) and also make it clear that Ash has turned around & the dead /dying man is now behind him.

I promise the dead guy is not a zombie. Also, I can’t spell emphasize, help me.

The gang members initial shock and fear, followed by babbling at the sight of Ash, instantly tell you that Ash is not someone you want to mess with. (which is true.)

Ash’s furious demand (pg. 30), followed by a click of his gun at their silence, further cements this. That is a brilliant panel. Angry silence and blackness, except for the click of a gun being cocked, ready to fire.

It is here the reader learns Dino is behind this (surprise!)(not).

(Not going to show his face yet because we’re not there yet. Just take Ash’s upset & stressed out look X a billion and that’s how awful Dino Golzine is.)

What does Dino Golzine have to do with it? You, the reader, know it can’t be good. He’s a mob boss & all around terrible person (not that you see it much in this volume, apart from him being creepy to Ash & his callous quotes about killing people, 

“a mouse that wanted stepping.”

Gah.

(Actually, scratch that. He bloody orders men to kill kids like they’re stepping on daisies. He is an awful, awful monster.)

*I can’t spell daises & these are dandelions, but you get my point?

This is how careless Dino Golzine is of other people’s lives.

He is a monster.

here is a kitten to make you feel better.

Anyway, the cops come & everyone scats.

Ash has some great lines (and a lovely intense, angry look) (the dialog is often great in this, did I mention that? It only gets better).

Ash, pg. 31, 

“Beat it. I’ll talk with Dino . . . You still here, stupid?! Get out, or you can explain it to the cops!”

Next scene, Ash goes to Dino Golzine’s mansion. Duh, dun, dun!

Note: Scene changes can be abrupt in Banana Fish. Here, however, the abrupt change from the black background of night to the brightness of day, and also greenery, makes it clear it’s a new scene. Someone (Marvin) is singing a song. This is ominous, because someone was also singing a song way back in Vietnam before Griffin attacked his platoon / squad / whatever the group was. And remember the previous singer died . . . Here we’re introduced to Marvin, unkempt & smoking, clearly a lackey. He calls Ash “the golden child” and says 1 of my favorite lines in Banana Fish, which I’ve already gushed about in Part 1:

“Never seen you in the sunshine before.” – Marvin, to Ash, pg. 33 Vol. 1 Banana Fish

Brrr. What a deliciously creepy line. It tells so much. Anyway, I’m not sure what to make of Ash’s threat on pg. 33, middle panel, about how if Marvin doesn’t get out of his way, he won’t call for Dino at all. A threat to kill Marvin, I presume? The reader learns about Marvin’s temper, who clearly has issues about his weight (sigh) & ungraciously calls Ash “queer” as an insult (sigh) & since Marvin is in a temper when he says this, the reader could infer this isn’t strictly true? The following discussion deserves it’s own post. It’s also grim & terrible & sad, so prepare the tissues! (I mean it.) If you don’t care about wondering about fictional character’s confusing sexuality, check out Part 3: Vol. 1 instead. We finally meet our main villain, Dino Golzine! I am so excited! Ta ta.

[borkasaurusrex]

(D·N·C) SEASON 1 | EPISODE 1 | "PILOT"

(Heya! Ellie here!

This here block of text is a story form of one of my more popular series on Bitstrips, D·N·C! (formerly DNC and formerly formerly doesNOTcompute)

It’s a lil’ different than what I usually post but hey! I’m a fidgety girl that does fidgety things!

... I mean, it’s obvious at this point.

Anywho! Uhm... enjoy! :D)

That day started the same way as most great legends of yore do.

With a car crashing through a Dairy Queen and into a suburban mailbox, in ten seconds flat.

Let me explain.

The morning started normal enough. The light poured through the open bedroom window, coating the mostly wooden room in its yellow sheen. Curled up in a rosy bed, eyes squinting open from the bright morning light, was what looked like a boy. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, eyelids so heavy that after the third blink they, well, didn't open back up. Turning over on his side and pulling his sheets high up to his chin, the boy began to doze back off to slee -

BRRR!! BRRRR!! BRRRRR!!

With a gasp almost as loud as the alarm, the boy slumped heavy over the side of the bed and smacked into the carpet below, his blankets following right after - and on top - of him. The radio/alarm clock on the nearby nightstand glowed to life, the numbers '6:55' illuminating bright like red beacons from, well, a radio. And, from said radio, a muffle laugh exploded out, a gruff voice following:

"Good moooorning Calcheri Valley! While I was studying the blade, you were, well... just studying. Because it's that season yet again, gremlins of all ages. Ah yes, the dreaded education prison! Only at this jail, good behavior doesn't give you time off the clock. It gives you anxiety, fear, and a general feeling of loneliness and existential dread that will creep into your life and mind for the rest of your life. But hey: they have bosco sticks. That's sure something!"

The boy slowly pulled himself up, throwing the sheets back onto his bed in a crumpled mess. He walked across the room one heavy foot at a time, stopping at his closet door. He grabbed the handle and pulled it open slowly. A small bundle of shirts and other clothes poured out, covering his feet and most of the floor around. He groaned.

"So anyway, onto more important things - like me!" the radio continued, "I'm your host, Ben Dover, your local hunk of junk and spunk. Whazow!!"

The boy stuck one leg through a pair of plain blue jeans, leaning his weight against the wall his free hand. He slipped his other leg into the right hole, pulling it up to his waist... then stopped. He reached down towards his crotch. Smooth. Two pockets. And, on his tuckus?

A zipper. He groaned louder.

"Up next: McGruff, with Living Like You're Dying. You're listening to 133.7: Great tunes, great vibes, great thighs. What's not to love?"

The teen pulled on a dark jacket, rolling his shoulders. He zipped the jacket up... then back down. He tried zipping just an inch or two up, he tried halfway, he even pulled it all the way up to the collar. He finally zipped it open completely, letting it hang loose. He turned his body around towards the door, a long mirror taped to the white wood. Slipping his feet into a pair of extraordinarily plain black shoes, he faced the mirror, holding open his jacket... then closed it over his chest. He opened it back up... then closed it again. He held it open one last time, eyes narrowed... and let out a low, whisper of a sigh.

"Open, definitely."

Looking up and down himself in the mirror, the boy didn't think he looked half bad. A little plain, sure, but not terrible. His face was surprisingly average, the only defining feature being his greenish hazel eyes, and even those were about as bright as a rotting ficus. He brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his face to the side... and brushed it right back again. He thought about it for a second... and decided not to touch it. You don't mess with a classic. Red shirt, blue jeans, black jacket. He looked like an American dream. Or, well, a Midwestern staple anyway.

"Oh well..." he mumbled to himself. "Let's get this over with."

He reached a hand over to the doorknob, placing it on that nasty thing, and giving it a light yet tight twist.Then, with a low click, the door pulled -

From outside came a thundering crash, an incredible bang that so loud it shook the nearby curtains and picture frames like an earthquake. The boy spun around, eyes wide, running over to the nearest window and throwing the curtains open in a panic. Outside the dirty window was a wide, stretching view of what looked like your typical suburban cul-de-sac, everything in sight either a hue of brown or green. Maybe a little yellow, if you squint. Hard.

Directly outside the window, though, was a front yard. The grass was perfectly trimmed, bright, bordered cleanly by brown mulch and rocks. It was flawless - besides the dark red convertible smashed and smoking through the front gate, anyway. Under its front tires was the broken remains of a wooden mailbox, bits of wood from it and the fence scattered as far as the front door. Inside the car was only smoke - if there was a driver, they were long gone by now.

The boy could hear the faint sound of police sirens. He sighed.

"Looks like it's gonna be one of those days..."

Standing in the green front yard was a man. Very tall, slim, long hair that clearly hasn't been combed in forever yet squeezed tightly into a ponytail. He squinted his eyes at the wreckage next to his slippered feet, stroking his scruff in thought with one hand, pink doughnut clenched in the other.

"I wonder..." he mumbled, taking a small bite of his pastry.

"It's a car, dad."

A boy stepped out from behind, the same boy from before, backpack slumped over his right shoulder. The man chuckled. "That... that it is."

"What happened, do you know?" the boy asked.

"The police. They just, uh, left. They gave me this doughnut too, pretty sweet, huh?" The boy's dad took another bite, then continued, "They said that some guy stole a car - parolee, I'm pretty sure. He panicked when he saw the fuzz on his tail, tried to take a right turn, and ended up plowing straight through a Dairy Queen, kitchens and all. It was the one on Elm, y'know?"

The boy nodded. "I know the one."

"So, uh, he smashed right through that palace and, well, he drove down Fig, through the Myers' place, and ended up nicely over our mailbox, over here. The police showed up, gave me this 'nut - that's 'nut', by the way, short for doughnut - you came out here, and... well, then we come full circle. Or half. Maybe three quarters if we're lucky. Shit, I'm bad at math."

"I see where I get if from," the boy said, smirking. "So, uh... what happened to the guy? The parolee?"

"They took the mail and ran, the classic bamboozle. But hey, on the bright side: no bills!"

"... That's not how it works."

"Eh, killjoy," his father sneered. "Speaking of joy killing, should you be, like, at school right about now? It is your first day, the last thing you want is to be that kid, right Axel?"

The kid, Axel, shook his head. His father chuckled.

"That's what I thought," he mumbled. "So, uh... you want to take the bus, or...?"

"They don't come to our neighborhood."

"Ohh, right. The whole 'out of school jurisdiction' shenanigans and all that. Oh well... you want to hitch a ride today, then?" His pops turned around, jerking his thumb towards a beaten black SUV with one of those gaudy pink mustaches decals on the front. "I've got an appointment, but... eh, I can drop you off. Quickly, though. Urgent business, you know."

Axel raised an eyebrow. "What kind of business?"

"I'm meeting with billionaires. Royalty, if you can believe it."

"... Are you talking about Dairy Queen?"

"Not today. The queen's a little... well... she's a wreck, that's all I'm going to say," his father explained. "The King, though? Oh, I could go for some beef."

"Oh my God, dad," Axel groaned. "Can we just go, please?"

"Oh, okay. Fine. Just lemme bust this 'nut and we'll be - "

Axel's mouth hung open, eyebrows turned upward. "That is not what that means, dad."

"Sure it is. What ELSE would it mean?"

RRRRRING!

The pale halls of Calcheri High School became loud with the slamming of doors, the stampede of teenage feet. Hundreds upon hundreds of teens of all (well, most) ages flooded the halls, going this way or that. The thunder of dark red lockers pounding open, the giggles and laughter from the smallest girl to the largest bloke.

The school year was now in session.

From out of the multicolored, bulging crowd was Axel. Taped black binder in hand, he waded in and out of the incoming kids, making his way down the barely-lit main hall. He was walking steadily until he stopped suddenly, a large, very tall object blocking his path. He frowned, looking up.

In front of him was a ladder. Orange. Long, as most are. On top of the towering steps was a man. He was older but not old. Fatter but not fat. A sort of an in between guy, really. He brushed his long curled hair out of his face, grumbling to himself while picking the ceiling with what looked like a screwdriver.

"Uh... hey, Mr. Davidson!" Axel cried, looking upward. "What's up?"

"Exactly!" Mr. Davidson turned his head towards the boy, face moist and red with sweat. "I... I've been trying to get this - whatever it is - off the dang vent but it's not working! I... what is it, anyway? Putty? Slime?"

Axel's head craned, squinting his eyes. "Gak, I think."

"He does this, he always does this!" Mr. Davidson exclaimed. "Even in Valley Middle, he... gah, it won't budge!"

"Uh... who always does - "

"Your friend! The... short one."

"Weston?" Axel asked. "Well... uh, yeah, I can believe it."

"Every year, every damn year..." Davidson grumbled, giving the vent a long, screeching scrape. "It's always the same thing, always. He puts up a trap, something I have to clean up, like graffiti or a bunch of trash, and then, when my back's turned... BOOM! That's when he... y'know, does it."

Axel scrunched his brows. "Does what?"

"Does... the thing! One year it was a pie to the face, the other it was a firecracker in my pants. It's always pain, always. I swear, if his father wasn't such an important donor to the school, I would - "

"Uh... hey, Mr. Davidson?"

The teacher leaned over the top step. "What is it, ElRite?"

"You say Weston sets a trap... then 'gets' you when you're least expecting it, right?"

"Yeah, precisely. What's your point?"

"Well, you're on a ladder... inspecting a mess... and, uhm... there's a rope. Right there."

Davidson looked down, and, sure enough, a thick brown rope was tied to the leg of the ladder. He looked back up, eyes wide. "Huh. So there is."

As if on cue the rope was tugged hard, pulling the ladder leg up and the rest of it straight down. A cry barely escaped Davidson's lips as it slammed into the floor, shattering the plastic and sending the man flying across the tiled ground. He slammed right into an open locker, and, before he could pull himself up the door was thrown shut, slamming the metal hard with an audible click! from the lock. Next to the locker and howling so hard with laughter that it sounded like dying wheezing, was a boy. He was pretty short, only coming up to Axel's chest, and he wasn't the tallest teen around either. The fellow was black, his basketball shorts black, his beanie black, and his shirt... was blue, actually. But dark blue, though, so that kinda half counts.

The guy let out a loud chuckle, literally slapping his knee after. He turned to Axel, and gave him a wicked grin. "What's wrong, Ax? You seem a lil'... locked up! Ahahaha!!"

"Can you let him out now?" Axel asked. "He's got classes, Weston."

The boy, Weston, rubbed his chin like a philosopher of yore, clearly thinking. He then smiled. "Aaaaaah... nope!"

A teacher, judging by their clothes and nametag, turned around the hall, beelining straight for Weston. The small guy squeaked out a "Shit!", turning heal and sprinting away at high speeds, shouting "See you later, fuckers!"

Axel winced as his friend slammed face first into a column, slumping onto the ground like a bag of wet potatoes. The red-clad teen couldn't help but sigh.

RRRRRING!

The classroom boomed with the scrapping out of metal chairs, desks pushed away and dozens of feet making their way out as fast as they would take them. Mr. Davidson stood in front of a chalkboard, loudly trying to catch the fleeing students attention, "Hey, don't forget about the worksheet on page 32, it's... due tomorrow..." but it ultimately fell on absent ears.

Well, absent expect for two. Rummaging through her bag, and swearing under breath, was a girl. She was as pale as the papers on her desk, long red hair constantly falling in her face, to her obvious frustration. She narrowed her eyes, drawing a breath as she finally managed to -

A hand grabbed her shoulder, jerking the redhead up with a gasp. An angry one. She whirled around, teeth clenched... but paused.

"Fuckin' hell, Axel, you could've given me a heart attack!" she cried, voice laced with an accent somewhere between Daniel Howlter and Lena Oxton. So... pretty dang British.

Axel's frowned, mumbling, "Oh. Sorry."

"Look, mate, it's okay, just... don't do it again, alright?" the girl asked.

Axel nodded. She blew air hard through her nose.

"Okay, good," she said. "I... uh... was there something you wanted to talk about, or...?"

"Uh, yeah. Well... kinda," Axel replied. "Weston got this GameStop gift card, for his birthday I think... and he, well, wanted some company while he was browsing and stuff, you know? You wouldn't mind... right?"

"Sorry, mate," she grunted, pulling her backpack on her lap. "I'm busy."

Axel grinned, brow raised."Busy? With what? Detention?"

The redhead didn't answer. Axel's playful smile slowly turned into a frown.

"... Wait, I was... uh... just joking. You didn't... right?"

She pushed up her glasses, then zipped up her bag. Not a word.

"Evanna." Axel put a hand on her shoulder, trying to look reassuring but the closest he could get was a wonky grimace. "You can tell me. I'm... not going to judge you, or anything.

"I know you wont," she said, "It's just... I wasn't thinking and they had it coming, and -"

"Who? Hazen? Cameron? Jobe?"

She sighed, pushing her glasses back up again. "All the above."

"And plus I had to pick something up after school, but guess what now?" she continued. "Guess that's fifty dollars down the sodding drain, huh?"

Axel paused. He thought for a couple seconds before muttering, "... I can pick it up for you."

Evanna turned around, brows raised. "What?"

"I said... I can pick up whatever it is you, well, bought," Axel said,  "I can do that much."

"No, I wouldn't have - "

"Evanna, please. Just let me help."

Evanna's eyes widened, a grin forming on her lips. "You... you would really do that? For me?"

He nodded, smiling wide. She smiled right back.

"So, where'd I got to go? Walmart? Target?"

"Ah... no. The Black Shack."

He looked down, smirk quickly shifting to a frown. "... You... you mean the Black Shack? The - "

"Yes, the pawn shop. Y'know, the one on the edge of town? That isn't too much to ask, is it?"

He brought back his composure, bringing a smile back. "Uh... no, of course not! I'll get it done! I swear!"

RRRRRING!

Evanna shot up, slumping her bag over her shoulder. She grinned, putting a hand on Axel's shoulder.

"Best get a move on," she said, walking away, "Don't want to be late, mate."

She slammed the door shut on her way out, leaving Axel completely alone in the empty classroom.

He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples idly. "The edge of town... the Black Shack... tonight... alone. Welp... what's the worst that can happen?"

Axel pushed the rusted doubled doors open, the thick smell of musk and cigarette smoke overwhelming his senses immediately. He stepped into the building, replacing the warm wind of the outside with the cool overworked AC of the shop inside. The place was large yet small, everything some various shade of brown except for a couple of neon signs on display, the carpet, and not much else. The walls were packed to the absolute brim with multicolored, mismatched junk, from big pencils to full on severed animal heads displayed above the cashier's counter like some sort of grim decoration. Below the heads there was a wooden sign, reading 'The Black Shack'.

The door slammed behind Axel, sucking out the last of the Autumn air and making such a huge slam! the teen almost jumped. Almost. It was more of a flinch than anything. He slowly walked across the main area of the pawn shop, eyes dancing over the shop's many... unique wares. He stopped at the counter, where a tall, almost stupidly buff man stood there with a salmon shirt so tight it looked like it was painted on. He had a nametag, 'MUSTAFA' sloppily written on with Sharpie.

The man's mouth stretched across his face, in a... smile? Frown? Both? It was hard to say. Anyway, the man, Mustafa, looked down at Axel, and, well, did that again, saying, "Ah... well, suck my ass and call me Dyson. I thought it was you. I could smell the teenage mediocrity the second you opened the door."

"Uh... is that a good thing?" Axel asked.

"Maybe, maybe, who knows..." the cashier shrugged slowly, cracking a toothy grin. "But, bah. Whatever. Why can I do for ya, boy? Is it... did you come for the circumcisions?"

To say Axel was confused would be an understatement. "... Circumcision?"

"Yeah. Y'know, circumcisions. It's when you take a small boy, keep them from wormin' and squirmin', and take a fresh knife and just real easy take a small snip from their pe - "

"Jesus, I know what it is! Christ, it's just... don't you need, like, a doctorate to that or something? Or you could go to... like, jail."

Mustafa chuckled deep. "Not if you don't get caught."

He laughed again at seeing the boy's expression, adding, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. We only supply the most legal circumicisions in these parts, my word. So, uh... yeah. Did you have a question, or...?"

"I'm here to pick up."

"Okay. Cool, cool..." Mustafa took out a small paper taped to the register, squinting. "What's the name?"

"Seelig. Evanna Seelig."

The big man raised his eyebrows, leaning over. "School must be torture, huh?"

"It's not my name," Axel explained, "I'm... picking up for a friend."

"Okay, give me a sec..." the cashier ducked under the counter, coming back up with a large cardboard box he was ruffling in with his spare hand. He pulled out a CD, black, with a group of boys on the cover with enough tattoos to give a Republican a heart attack. "Here it is! ''Till Death Do Us Mario Kart', Cataclitsm's newest album. Free razor blade in every package!"

His smile became strained. "I'm serious."

Axel took the CD from him slowly, saying, "Uh. Thanks."

"No problemo. Have a nice day!" Mustafa waved at the teenager while he walked away from the counter. Axel slipped the CD into his jacket pocket, grabbing the front door with his free hand and pulled it  -

The door slammed open hard, almost knocking Axel straight over. Before the boy knew what was happening the man behind the door grabbed him by his jacket collar, pulling him close and - to Axel's horror, drew what looked like a gun and pointed it at his chin. The couple of customers in the shop were terrified, screaming. One customer tried to make a dash to the backdoor, only for a second man to jump out of nowhere, tackling the woman to the ground and slamming his fist into her jaw, her head falling limp onto the carpet below.

"Everyone, hands where I can see 'em!" the man behind Axel yelled, taking a rugged ski mask out of his pocket and tugging it over his balding dome. "This is a robbery!"

Axel knew he couldn't break free. He knew he couldn't scream, couldn't run away. He couldn't do anything, anything at all... except groan.

The autumn air of Calcheri Valley became flooded with long, shrieking scream of sirens. The source of the cries came from three police cars, SUVs, pulling up into the now barricaded-off parking lot of the only pawn shop in miles - The Black Shack. Dozens of citizens, ranging from worried soccer moms to pumped up edgelords, were plastered to the barricade, trying to scoot closer or to crane their head for a better look, but the surrounding police shoved back anyone who tried.

With a loud slam! the door to the biggest police car threw open, a single black cowboy boot stepped out onto the pavement below. A second boot followed, then a gloved hand, slamming the door shut behind its owner. He was a big man, not really length wise but definitely width. He was dressed in a traditional police uniform, a black cowboy hat tipped over his brow. He took the cigar out of his mouth, lips tracing the area it was, and let it drop onto the floor.

He took a couple of wide steps forward, coming up to a pair of younger looking cops a couple of feet away from the front door. The closer one's eyes widened as the man walked close, stuttering out, "Oh! Chief! We, uh, didn't expect you to make it out here today, sir - "

"What's the situation?" the chief asked, tone laced with a Midwestern drawl.

"Two men have the building on lockdown. At lease one is visibly armed," the police officer replied. "The other... we're not sure. But we're not going to take any chances, sir."

The chief grinned, taking out another cigar. "Good. S.W.A.T. inbound in five minutes so let's just try to stall in the meantime so nobody gets - "

"That's it? That's all you're going to bloody do?"

The three police men turned their heads and looked down, at the five-foot-something redhead girl standing directly behind them, arms crossed and all.

One of the younger cops looked around, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "How... how did she - ?"

"Evanna Seelig." The chief turned around, smile wide yet strained. "I would ask what you're doing out here all by yourself, but I'm frankly scared of the answer. Maybe you - ah, your father's here, isn't he? Please, remind that man that until he gets a valid licence in this country he is not allowed to interfere in our busi - "

"He's not here," Evanna interrupted. "I'm alone."

"Ah. Then, maybe you just wanted to look at the crime scene? Because, if so, you can do so behind the safety of the barricades over there, where everyone else is - "

"My friends in there, probably scared out of his bloody mind and you're not even doing anything?" Evanna asked, tone harsh. "You're just all standing around with your head up your arses instead of actually doing something about - "

"We can't just run on in there willy-nilly. If we did, your friend will be die," the chief growled. "Look, we've got this under control. Just run off and let us handle this, okay?"

With a puff, Evanna turned around, slowly walking away from the shop.

"Under control my arse..." she muttered under her breath.

"Run along, now," one of the police officers added, taking a sip of his Big Gulp. "This is no place for little girls."

Evanna felt her face redden, her fists clench. She had over a dozen comebacks she could snap back, half of which would get her arrested, but... she held her tongue. She jammed her hands into her pockets, making her way back to the barricade with everyone else.

"Good luck, Axel..." she whispered, "You're going to need it..."

"All right, let me have a look at ya's..."

The tension in the Black Shack could be cut with a Frank 'N Furter-esque meat cutter. The dozen or so people in there were on their knees, bound by rope to one of multiple vintage barbershop poles in the pawn shop. The folk in there were mostly older, expressions ranging from terrified to slightly inconvenienced. The man standing above them all wearing a ski mask, however, was... less stressed about the whole situation.

"Hmm... not too bad, not too bad..." the man paced back and forth, wet boots squishing on the open carpet. He turned his head to the right, eyes narrowed at his guests. "Here's the deal, duckies. My friend and I's the boss of this joint now, so if any of ya's so much as think ya want to play hero or some shit like that, well... don't. Or it's the gutter for ya!" He pulled out his gun, a small pistol, and whipped out around towards an older man who at this point was bawling his eyes out. The burglar chuckled, stuffing the firearm back in his pocket. "Good... good."

"Now, uh... where the fuck is - oy, there ya are!" The man craned his head towards the nearby back door, which was wide open, with the second robber from before stepping in.

"Sorry, dude," the second man mumbled, brushing his hands on his jeans. "Had to take a piss."

"There's a bathroom right over there, dumbass." The first man jerked his gun behind him, towards an ajar door in the corner.

"I know, but... the smell in there is horrid," the second man explained, "I'm a man with standards, you know."

"You could've gotten caught, ya twink! Lookie outside, there's cops up the whazoo out there! If ya blew this operation right outta the gate, I'd..."

"Raise your voice? Swear? Use unnecessary slang terms to put your point across?"

The first guy paused, thinking it over. Begrudgingly, he muttered, "... All of the above..."

"But, uh, 'ey, that's not important!" he continued, turning back to the crowd of onlookers. "We're here to steal some shit and get out unscathed! An', I don't know 'bout you, but my finger's are feelin' awful sticky right now!"

"Try adding a lil' Vaseline to your showers," his friend said. "Trust me: it works wonders."

"I... it was an expression!" the burglar cried, teeth bared through his mask. "Dumbass!"

"Bah, whatever! Grab the bag and let's get to work! Whoo!"

He threw a bag to his friend, the second catching it effortlessly and scooping an entire counter's full of trinkets into it in moments. The two searched around and under everything, shoving everything from the smallest junk to the most expensive treasure into the sack, all while laughing like criminals in a bad police drama.

Axel watched it all in silence, the man tied tied onto his pole with him passed out. Craning his head to the right, Axel saw it: the back door, still slightly open from when the second robber came in. He furrowed his eyebrows, grinding his teeth, and turned his head around, where the CD he came to the Black Shack for was laying directly behind his tied fists.

I've got an idea, he thought, droplets of sweat forming on his brow. It's stupid, but hey. It's an idea...

A loud skid echoed through the parking lot as a large, dark blue van pulled up into lot, 'S.W.A.T.' stenciled on the side in big blocky letters. The chief of police sat up, a wide grin forming under his bushy beard as the back of the truck burst open, and half a dozen heavily armored men came swarming onto the scene.

"Finally! Feels like I've been waiting for years..." the police chief grumbled, turning to two police officers to his side, munching doughnuts. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in position!"

"Yes, sir!" they cried, rushing off out of view.

"Good... good." He drew a walkie talkie off the front of his jacket, turning the frequency and putting the device up to his mouth. "Attention officers! S.W.A.T.'s inbound so back down for now, except... hmm... Jefferson and Stine, report to the front. Who knows, maybe they'll need assist -

"I somehow doubt the sodding S.W.A.T. team need two overpaid, over-glorified janitors to help them, but eh. You learn something new everyday."

"Goddammit Seelig! What the hell did I tell you about coming out here alone? The freakin' ner - "

"I'm not alone," Evanna said, stepping the side. "I brought a friend."

Behind her was Weston, who flashed the chief with a quick flurry of fingers guns and an "Eyyyy!"

"Jesus, it gets worse..." the chief grumbled, holding his temple. "Look. Since I'm a kind, benevolent ma - "

"Debatable."

"- man, I'll give you five seconds to get out of here before I have Jefferson and Stine escort you out personally. Do you understand?"

"Why's that vent open?" Weston asked, pointing ahead

"I... what?" the chief turned around, and, sure enough, on the side of the pawn shop an air vent was wide open, its cover lying alone in the dirt.

The bearded man turned back around, grumbling, "Well, uh, that's where the second robber entered the building when the burglary first happened, obviously. It... it doesn't matter! You're trying to stall, and I won't have - "

"If that's so, then why is no one investigating that area?" Evanna asked. "Couldn't you just go through the vent and sneak into the building that way, without making all this 'armor and guns' display?"

"Well, we can't! The vent is too small! All of our men surely couldn't fit. But... bah! I've had enough of this!" the chief slowly strolled away, towards the S.W.A.T. van in the back. "I'll be back in five minutes and if you two aren't vacant from the reminisce, I'll escort you out myself!"

The police captain disappearing out of view, Weston turned to his redhaired friend, smiling wide. "Hey Eve."

"Hmm?"

He chuckled, nodding his head towards the open vent. "I think I've got a plan... and whoo boy. Is it a doozy..."

"Oh shit, S.W.A.T.!"

"There 'ere? Fuck!"

The two criminals peered through stilted blinds, the second one leaning away with his face twisted in terror. "You... you said we wouldn't get to this point! Y-You said we would be outta here before the cops even knew what's-what! You said - "

"I know what I said," his partner growled, turning his head away and back to the shop. "We've gotta bail, now."

"But what about...?" the second burglar waved his hand around, to the bound onlookers tied to the poles.

The first reached into his pocket, drawing out his gun. He cocked it, smiling. "Easy. We waste 'em all."

Seemingly everyone on the ground screamed and yelled, pleaded for their lives with red panting faces. Their eyes reflected pure horror - similar to the look, actually, of the second burgler.

"We can't kill them! What the hell are you talking about?!" he cried.

"We're already goin' to jail, Hank, there's no escape from this one!" the first yelled back. "Even if we get outta here right now, them... they're witnesses. Just cleanin' up loose ends, see?"

"'Loose ends'? What the crap are you talkin' about? Just listen to yourself, dude - !"

All while the two were arguing and bickering Axel watched, carefully, scanning every movement. The first took a step forward, the second fumbling back in reaction. They did this, again and again, until the second robber was within kicking distance of the teen. Axel peered behind him, nonchalantly, like stretching his neck. His hands fumbled, the teen using the little vision he had to find the CD and grab it. He popped the case open gently, reaching in while avoiding making any sound with the hard plastic. His fingers felt around, towards something different, until... metal. Cold steel. He picked it up, feeling the small object. It was smooth, the top and bottom edges serrated and awfully sharp.

Perfect.

Axel waited for the perfect moment. The first robber yelled "Shit!", causing the second to jump and take just one more step back. Axel positioned himself and, now equipped, he went to work.

He stroked the razor blade across the rope, slowly. Nothing at first.

He ran it across again. Still nothing.

That third glide did it. He felt the bind grow looser and looser until he could feel the pressure off of his aching wrists, his circulation coming back to flow. The older man tied up next to Axel, however, didn't feel anything. He fainted a long time ago.

Axel waited, keeping his body as still as possible. The first burglar walked across the room, pointing his gun at a woman to her obvious horror. The second arched his shoulders, yelling at his partner. His eyes, focus, and full attention was there.

Alright Axel, he thought, bracing his body tight, It's now - or never.

Axel exploded up off the floor, so fast that the second robber barely had time to react to the knee now dug deep in his crotch. He howled, toppling over on top of one of the prisoners below. Now on his feet with adrenaline rushing through his veins, Axel connected eyes with the back exit - and started sprinting.

He ran as fast as his body could take him, beelining straight to the door. He was getting closer, and closer, and closer. He reached his arm out, fingertips brushing the metal, and then -

"Got ya, ya little shit!" The first burglar shouted into Axel's ear, grabbing his jacket tight. Axel panicked - he stopped, trying to tear off his outerwear while the criminal pulled him closer, and closer, a wide grin brimming on his masked face.

The man reached for his gun, snickering, "Should have kept your head down, kid..."

Suddenly, there was a rumble. Quiet at first but growing so loud that the nearby shelves and trinkets began shaking madly. The source of the noise, judging by everyone's eyes, was above.

"What the fuckin' hel - "

Before the words could escape his mouth the ceiling exploded open, tiles and pipes raining from above justice style. The worst of it, however, was the vent, which fell straight down with a loud WHA-UUMP!, heading straight for the burglar dome.

Before he could get out a "Shit!" the vent crashed on top of him hard, its length so, well long, that it tore through the nearby counter-tops, tables, and everything between, crumbling the store and one of its invaders underneath it with a thundering, floor shaking CRRRRSHHHH!! Axel stood there in front of the wreckage, eyes wider than the door behind him. Swallowing hard, he turned heel, and sprinted right outta there.

The second robber hauled ass, towards the escaping hostage with the look of a man who just watched his partner-in-crime crushed by an air vent. "Hey... you!" he shouted, voice as wobbly as his hand, which he used to reach to the floor and pick up his friend's firearm. He cocked it back, aiming to the back of the almost gone teen... and screamed as he heard a loud CRACK! and the gun in his hand was gone - as was one of his fingers. He crumbled to the ground, still crying, as the front door smashed open and a couple of armored men ran into the place, the letters S.W.A.T. stenciled... well, pretty much everywhere.

From out of the wreckage and rubble, the first burglar pulled himself out, one arm first, then with a loud "Urrrrgh!" his upper body popped out into the open air, gasping for air and cursing up a storm.

"How... how the hell?" He looked over, at the incoming police arresting his partner and the air vent next to his (probably destroyed) legs. "How... how did - ?"

A foot connected with his chest, sending him falling to the ground with an "Ooof!" He tried to sit back up but he was forced back down, the same foot keeping him hard in place. He squinted his eyes, trying desperately to get a look.

It... it was a girl, a teenager, with long red hair and glasses, looking down at him with an expression between a smile and a sneer. Behind her the end of the vent burst open, a small beanied kid craning his head out, looking as surprised as he was right about now.

"Jesus Eve..." Weston mumbled, grinning. "We really... raised the roof, huh? Ha ha ha!!"

"It's sorta the exact opposite of that but... whatever," she replied.

"Why...?" the robber croaked out, "... Why... would ya do this?"

Evanna leaned in close, pressing him back even farther until he couldn't do anything but wheeze. Then, she said, "The same reason most things are done. Revenge... and male incompetence."

[aerostoriesforyouall]

The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 5 part 2)

Part 2

     The cupid then dodges a poisonous dart shot by Sayuri, who, because Julia had her back turned to the blowgun owner, she had no more fear, and then tries to fight.

- Ah, look at that, a little girl is trying to fight against mOOPS! – the cupid flies higher to avoid being touched by Charlie – Almost forgot about you!

     “Androval, the cupid”, then prepares na arrow, and shoots Charlie, who tries to protect himself with his arm, but ends up being hit by an arrow in his arm.

- Charlie! – Sayuri shouts, getting distracted by a moment and stopping shooting her darts, also being hit in her leg by na arrow, not being able to avoid it, and falling to the floor – Gah! Damn!

     She takes off the arrow.

- It’s no use, gal, you guys were already infected... – Androval flies away, going to the second floor while talking – I’ll leave you two love birds alone...

- Damn damn! No! – Sayuri says in loud voice out of anger – I still don’t wanna fall in l...

- Charlie! Stop! – says Lacinho.

     Sayuri, with a LOT of anger, gets up and screams with the boy:

- I DON’T WANT YOUR LOVE!! GO AWAY!!

     Charlie backs up a little, with his hands together and with a frightened expression... and then the human girl realizes something, saying:

- Wait a minute... I’m not feeling love for him... only anger...

- Wait! Julia! Where are you going?! – shouts Lacinho, trying to stop her owner’s leg, but not being able to stop her. The doll notices that until this all is solved, Julia would be “zombified”... – That jerk...

- Lacinho! For some reason the cupid’s arrow didn’t work with me – says Sayuri, almost abandoning Charlie.

- Yeah, I didn’t notice that, Sasa, but I just want to make a question... – Lacinho seemed disappointed and in disapproval of Sasa – Why did you kept standing and didn’t help me stop my owner and Rodrigo...?

- I ehh... – Sayurifelt bad for not helping, buta t the same time ashamed of something...

     Lacinho then notices she shouldn’t have questioned...

- I-I’m sorry Sayuri... – says the doll – It’s ok, I’m not angry at you...

- Don’t worry, it’s because all of Julia’s make up reminded me of something...

- Well, my owner’s face was indeed weird, you know, it looked like a... – the doll then understands – You... you are afraid of...

- Yes, I have Coulrophobia...

     An arrow sticks on the ground, at the side of the doll, scaring her.

- Dammit, I missed – says the cupid from above; trying to shoot a poor little girl who was running away from him.

- HELP ME!! THIS MAD MAN IS SHOOTING ARROWS AT ME!! – the girl was running and screaming for help.

- Ok, we gotta do something... – says Lacinho.

- You are right, bestie – says Sayuri, picking the arrow that hit her, and trying to twist it – Oh, I’ll beat that cupid so much, you will see... damn, this arrow is hard as heck...

     Clearly she was angry... this is even more evidente when she harshly throws the arrow at the ground. The girl picks a lollipop, and starts to consume it.

- ‘We should hol hands’ – Charlie tries to say.

     Lacinho gets surprised, while the girl brutally bites and destroys the lollipop.

- Excuse me, ehh... what the hell have you said, you brat...? – Sayuri angrily asks.

- Charlie, this ain’t the time for joking, you know – says the doll.

- ‘To blend in’... – he clearly was afraid of her, but at the same time showed he was sure of what he said...

- Wait a minute, repeat what you said, dude... – says Sayuri, who had understood more or less what he meant; while approaching him.

- ‘To... bl... end... in... – Charlie clearly felt even more intimidated when she was closer.

- Speak up, man, I’m not going to beat you, relax.

- I think he suggested holding hands to blend in – Lacinho tries to help the boy.

- Is that so, dude? – she asks to the scared little guy...

     He shyly agrees with his head.

- Heh, you aren’t as innocent as you seem to be, heh, little friend... – Sayuri harshly grabs his hand, and starts to take him in their classroom’s direction.

- Wait a minute there, guys, I ain’t as fast as you, you know – says Lacinho.

- Oh yeah, sorry there, friend, wait a minute – Sayuri prepared her bag to carry the doll...

     Meanwhile, Charlie looked at his hand that Sayuri was holding... he felt something inside his chest again... something good...

- Hey! Fool! – says Sayuri, calling his attention – Wake up there, we need to plan something for all of this forced love in the air stops.

- Ah... – he indeed “wakes up”.

- Charlie, since you gave life to that cupid... – says Lacinho, in the human girl’s bag – Do you know some weakness of him?

- Uhh... ‘w...ell...’

- Charlie, the longer you take to think, more people will be h...

     The bell for the start of the classes ring; interrupting Sayuri...

     She sighs, and says while taking the boy in the classroom’s direction:

- Forget it, man, let’s plan this while in class, and I do wanna see you put your brain to work, alright??

- Wait a minute, and about my owner?? – asks Lacinho, worried.

- What is it? She probably must be on a date with Rodrigo; probably she just gave him some kisses or something al...

- Ah, like heck that my 8 year old owner will kiss someone – Lacinho starts to go out from the bag.

- Hold it, isn’t it better if we stay together to plan something against the cupid? – Sayuri questions.

- I do understand it, friend, but I can’t let my owner be in danger ya know – the doll jumps from the bag, and finishes – Also keep in mind, I can try to reverse their love in some way, and if I find out how, I warn ya... but for now, sorry for that, bestie, I can’t just leave my owner be in a possible danger, you know...

- Well, you got a point there...   ...good luck, Lacinho...

They go to diferente directions...

     Sayuri takes Charlie to the classroom, and sits next to him; and as it was expected, there were a lot of couples giving little kisses...

- How does people find this cute? I just feel bad for all of those random couples that cupid forced – Sayuri thinks with herself.

      Meanwhile. Lacinho walked around the school, searching for her owner; some of the couples were going to their classrooms while holding hands; and other that just ignored the bell, and kept dating... the most disturbing couples were probably the pre-adolescents... something that worries even more the doll, who thinks with herself:

- This is just so wrong, irgh, I cannot allow that Rodrigo kisses my owner or... approaches too much... brrr, gross! But there is only one problem...

She looks at the students and then to herself, finishing her thoughts:

- I’m just a doll...

     She then notices the arrows that have hit Sayuri; they were still there... this gives the talking toy na idea...

 - Common, there must be a poison in those arrows, if there is a poison, no, wait, what if it is some kind of magic, considering Charl-actually, this makes no sense, or does it...? Well, let’s consider that ehh Charlie... – smoke was going out of Sayuri’s head since she was thinking too much.

     The boy looked at her, with admiration...

     The teacher just wrote the content on the blackboard; and considering the five paper poppers in her desk, she have already tried to stop the students. The couples kept dating, and meanwhile, the ones who weren’t hit by the arrows; considering their faces, they couldn’t take it anymore, or were bored...

it will be continued in part 3