#leader things i gues

[cheeseceli]

Waking up next to him must be so good because he'd 100% hug you throughout the night, so you would wake up entangled in his arms and that would be so comforting?? Good luck getting out of bed tho

"Don't get up now, we can stay here for some more minutes yeah?"

- Bang Chan (skz), Soobin (txt), Felix (skz), Jungkook (bts)

[m0chisenpai]

Far From Home

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Warning(s): nothing too crazy. just a bit of cursing and mentions of death and violence

Part One

You're now far from home and trapped from it.

A universe away pales in comparison to missing a small stop, or turning at the wrong corner.

You're in a world where your existence isn't meant to be. The one who you loved, a version of him, is much more cruel. But you can't fault him. A product of fates twisted game.

Miles and Aaron are both smart and from what you can hear and see they try and form some plan as to why you are here.

So Aaron is the one who keeps you for the time being. His apartment has a spare room and it's decent enough. The bed is comfortable, it’s warm and shields the cold nip that seems to never go with each passing day.

During your second week here, Miles enters your room to

You don’t know what lies Miles weaves to tell his mom, but when you come by she holds you tight and presses you to her chest. Says it's a miracle how you survived the incident. 

And you remember how Miles looked down at you with those hard brown eyes earlier and dared you to try and tell his Ma you weren’t her. 

So instead you just hug her tightly and bask in her love, because something tells you it's very sparse around here. This worlds Brooklyn is more rough, it's not as lively, no one smiles like they used to. Instead people clutch their bags to themselves tightly and walk faster.

She chides at you to come and sit and she’s feeding you a meal that warms your soul and tastes like home. Meanwhile Miles watches you, waits. But you play your part well. 

She tells you your Aunt and Uncle have both passed and it's no surprise. According to the psycho leader of the multiverse club it’s a prereq that comes with the mask. Something you began to wish you didn't pick up. You wonder if Miles, your Miles, is watching over your Uncle back home. 

You wonder if he's looking for you.

Has anyone begun to notice you were gone for a little bit too long?

Your uncle worked alongside Mr.Morales, but with him gone who would you stay with? And Aaron chimes in, how he would would be more than happy to let you stay with him.

So you thank thank him and flash him a smile with all the bitterness sitting in how you force your eyes into a smile. 

"I gues sit what pops would have wanted, right?" you mumble around a spoon full of rice.

Aaron feels some sense of calm in having your presence here. You had just as much bite as she once did. So for now, he'll let your presence soothe the hole that once ate at him.

Miles won't put his hands on you. You learned that the first two times you tried to claw at him when he entered your room i the first week of your imprisonment here. He brushes you off and brings you breakfast. You throw it at his back and he easily dodges.

But slowly his patience is being run thin. Because now he's stopped bringing you the meals. Aaron begins to. He gives you a hard stare as he sets it on the desk. You learned that Aaron wasn't as patient as his nephew because when you throw it at him that was your fist and last meal of the day.

Exhaustion not only eats away from being starved, but the constant questioning about how you got here. That damn watch that Hobi shoved o your wrist, that you've hidden beneath the floorboards.

"That thing got you here, how." Aaron and Miles stand before you on the couch as you fiddle with the bracelet.

"It didn't. It keeps me from glitching. If I don't keep it on, I'll glitch out." Miles doesn't want to know what that meas but he can tell by the grim look on your face as you look down on the bracelet.

"So if that didn't get you here, what did then?"

"Someone else had a bracelet and shoved me here. Tech isn't my thing, I prefer chemicals But you know that right?" your eyes cut up to him and he's giving you that weird cross between a smile and a smirk.

"Yeah. You do mi reina."

Your hands rub at the bruises on your wrists, hidden behind white bandages. 

Breakfast paints the side of the door and glass sits at the entrance. And when Miles enters he stops for a moment looking down at what was meant to pierce the soles of his feet.

"This a new one today baby. You're getting feistier" he steps over the trap without a care, hands stuck in his pockets after kicking the door shut.

"I want to go home...I need to go home..." your voice cracks as you curl your body more into itself in the bed. Eyes watching the sun paint golden from the window.

You seem to be speaking to nothing and at the same time, someone. But your eyes don't move as he sits himself next to your limp body. You took a shower today, he can tell but he sweet smell of vanilla and the faint red splotches on your arms.

You're improving from refusing to care for yourself for the last two weeks. Was it two weeks? No it was three right? What's the point in counting. No point. All you know is after a certain point, you think Miles forgot you were out their.

"I know baby" his hands are gentle in brush through your hair. Slowly tugging away knots. He mumbles something under his breath says he'll take you out to get it braided down. But you don't find it in yourself to jump in joy like you normally would have.

"I love you, you know?"

Silence. And his hands are left empty as you move away from him pressing your body more into the ball. His heart leaps. Last week he said it and you told him to eat shit and die. But you're not biting back as much. You're...improving.

He can't help the smile as he pulls the covers up on your body. "Don't forget your bonnet baby." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand which falls limp in front of your face.

Once walking out, Aaron stands next to the door holding his mask which he tosses to Miles as the two walk into his living room.

"How's she doing?"

"Better. I think we can move forward."

But Miles wasn't always the brightest. At least he wasn't. Because he should've been watching your eyes, how they were calculating. Watching his every move, analyzing. He might of been the prowler. But you were a spider stalking it's prey, watching him slowly approach your web in ignorance.

And you would wait until the opportunity struck, to strike and get home.

[alarrytale]

You can’t be a fashion leader and an icon and wear Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen's fashion brand.//

THIS!! I´m so thankful I´m not the only one who came across this opinion! Like how everything is superhyped and overrated about him and this is exactly my thought when I saw those superbasic clothes from L*ewe/The R*w - how can H be a fashion iconTM while wearing clothes/accessories by such a brand what other world´s top ranked celebrities/influencers wear? Isn´t being a fashion iconTM about dressing in some significant way that is only known for you and wearing some designers one-of-a-kind signature pieces? Seriously the longer I am here the more I feel the true fashion iconTM here is H.L*mbert because he´s the stylist making his clients serving their iconic looks, H and others are there just as a human hangers and the way he´s dresses for his days-off is just telling how overhyped his image is.

Also another opinion is that these days I´m very skeptical if most of the stuff he´s wearing and it comes from fashion brands is his own fashion choice or that brand just send him clothes and paid him to wear it because it helps with the reach to people who aren´t aware of this and that brand and it helps with sales. And with his stunt wannabe IT girl and V*gue being far in his ass it´s a jackpot for them.

Anyway he´s still gay even if he´s wearing clothes that makes him look like the straightest man in the universe because those fashion choices he´s currently making is exactly what f.e. my very gay friend also wears 24/7. It just shows how much there is the difference between those flamboyant clothes that are more like a costume and it makes him really look like he´s wearing in to get an attention and that´s the saddest thing. The only pieces telling us more about him as a person are his feminine tiny pearl necklace and bananad*ck and now bright pink phone case.

Hi, anon!

I think he's in a lucrative deal with Loe*e and the r*w. He's getting paid to wear their stuff. Kind of like he had with Gucci. I'm just disappointed that he's wearing their stuff because it's too dark, plain and boring. It doesn’t look unique or expensive. It isn't memorable and it doesn’t make him stand out. It's too casual too. I guess what he's wearing is fashionable right now, but like you said everyone is wearing it.

He is of course still gay even if the clothes he wears isn't helping him queercode anymore. It's just a bit sad to see.

[thegreatobsesso]

7 snippets 7 people

Thank you for the tag @oh-no-another-idea !

I'm going to post seven snippets from the chapter I'm currently editing and edit them as I post so that I'm doing double-duty. :D

All Callie POV!

1.

Grace grinned as Callie reached out in awe and ran her fingertips over the keys. There had to be a hundred in here, and together, they resonated with a silent hum of power - her power. Unique and strong, and the thought came to her without an ounce of ego. She was happy to give it away, and have no one ever know where it came from.  What the fuck? 

2.

“You’re done for the day,” Flora declared.  “What? No. No no no. I’m gonna make more keys. Hey. Merv. Tell her we’re gonna do more magic.”  Bennett looked at her funny. “Did you just call me ‘Merv’?”  “No.”  “You can’t even talk,” he said, to her extreme annoyance, because she was talking just fine, thank you very much. "Flora's right, you're done."

3.

“Keep an eye on her,” Bennett told Dig before leaving, watching her where she swayed happily on the ground.  “Dig has eyes,” she said helpfully. “I said I wanna make another orbox. Guys. I wanna help.” Suddenly she was crying. She’d just been happy. What the hell. “I just wanna help,” she sobbed. “I wanna help so bad.”  “Aww, of course you do,” Dig said, and then he was helping her walk over the bed they’d made, just a big pile of blankets and pillows on a slab o’ stone. “But you can’t help if you’re dead, dearie, so you gotta have a rest. Just for a little while.” 

4.

“You’re part of a plan. As are we all, but Spirit’s got a lot to say about your role in this.”  She smirked. “My dad would’ve called you a demon.”  Dig laughed. “I get that from time to time,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and making tiny bells at the end of his shirt jingle. “When did he pass?”  “Huh? Oh, no. He’s not dead. I just... we don’t speak.”  “Oh.” Dig pursed his lips, like he wasn’t sure whether or not he should continue. “You know, sorry, but I just gotta say, he may be a faith leader, but he’s not the end-all-be-all authority on God. There’s a lot of Christians who believe that God is all love and forgiveness, that He doesn’t live to judge us.” 

5.

“What does your heathen ass know about it anyway?”  “Well, I’ve spent thirty years studying and teaching theology and my husband’s a Christian, so more than you’d expect.”  “Your gay magician husband’s a Christian?”  “Jake’s not a magician. He just lives here because I live here. And I’d wager the God he believes in and the God your dad does bear almost no resemblance.” 

6.

“And you believe in Him?” she asked, stunned. “In God?”  “Oh, sweetheart,” Dig said, swooping up his cards with a tinkly jingle of his sleeve, “I believe in all the gods. They don’t give me much of a choice. Do you?”  She felt very sleepy, imagining all the gods including God stopping the godly things they were doing to send Dig telegrams. “I dunno,” she muttered. She downed the last lukewarm sip of the sweaty-sock tea as her eyelids start to droop. “What is this shit?”  “Valerian root,” he said. “It makes you relaxed.”  She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling the impossibly strong call of the pillows underneath her head. “So by it’ll help, you meant...?”  “That it’ll mellow you right off to sleep, yeah.” He stood and unceremoniously dumped a thick comforter on top of her. “Nighty night, Red.” 

7.

“Grace,” she insisted sharply, “what do you mean, when you go?”  “Fall term starts in two weeks,” she said, looking surprised she had to explain. “I’m not enrolled. I’m only here for a year.”  “The fuck you are.”  “I told you that,” she said, trying to wriggle free from Callie’s grip and putting all her herb bags down when she couldn’t. “I must’ve.”  “No,” Callie said. “No, kid, you didn’t. And, um, this is crap, okay? You’re not going anywhere. We need you.”  I need you. She stopped it from spilling out, because she couldn’t explain it. There was no actual reason she needed Grace. But she couldn't let her just, just leave.

Edit: I guess I forgot how tag games work. 🥸 Tagging: @avrablake, @winterandwords, @pertinax--loculos, @indecentpause, @sleepy-night-child, @pandawriterstuff, and @dontjudgemeimawriter :D

[six-of-brides]

Vale: The King Of Pain

@x0-emoidiot-x0

Prophet

"'I mean, It's not like you care about this group anyways."

"You are the one that lead the teams to their deaths, spare me your criticism."

These past few weeks have been an absolute disaster. We’ve had multiple small battles in the past two weeks, five if I’m not mistaken, and we’ve lost every single one. We’ve had no time for training because we just keep getting ambushed. It’s been a constant stream of burying the dead and then running away because of another ambush. We’re barely surviving and no one knows how they keep finding us.

"Everyone, please just shut up!" Mourner says. "You'll wake up Mystic!"

Mystic is currently sound asleep on Mourner's lap. He had another grand mal today and we're trying to let him rest as much as possible. Mourner is playing with Mystic's hair as he sleeps.

"You two are so adorable…and so fucking clueless, I swear to god." I mutter.

"Bitch, that idiot can sleep through everything, stop trying to coddle him!"

Destroyer and I hold onto Mourner so he doesn't attack Deviant.

We've been here all night. I’ve been trying to plan out a strategy to at least protect us if we get attacked again. I have ideas for what might work, but Deviant doesn’t agree with me. 

"We need to plan-" I begin saying.

"What's the point?! All of your ideas are stupid and useless, anyways."

Me, Deviant, Mourner, Mystic, and Destroyer are in Deviant’s tent right now, just trying to figure something out, anything that will help us make it out alive if we get attacked again. 

"Excuse me." I say for what has to be the 15th time since I crawled into this wretched bedroom.

After vomiting my guts out, I crawl back in, and my stomach feels sick again.

"Why does this always happen when I'm near him?"

We can’t afford to lose anyone else, we’re already on our last limb here and honestly we’re just lucky to still be able to keep going. But I know that our luck will run out if this keeps up.

At the moment, I’m just trying to get Deviant to listen to me. He keeps shooting down every idea I have. And of course he’s not at a loss for cruel insults. The entire time I’ve been here, begging for him to at least give me suggestions on what we can do to prevent more casualties, he’s just made fun of me for being so naive and blamed me for all of our shortcomings.

"Deviant, despite what you may wish, you are not the leader, so could you please listen to Prophet and what he has to say?"

"His ideas-" 

All of Deviant’s insults and comments during arguments will include the most personal jabs he can come up with, and while after years of hearing them from my parents before knowing Deviant means they don’t hurt me as much, they might absolutely shatter anyone else, so I’m trying to take all of it before he says these sorts of things to them too.

"Maybe they wouldn't sound so idiotic if you just listened to them." Destroyer says

"He was stupid to make you second in command. I should have your position. I don't crume into a ball when I hear someone clap. He shouldnt lead us. He's a soft minded idiot."

He makes comments like this all the time, but never in front of other people. He’s never humiliated me like this before. And I’ve fucking had it.

I know I need to try to keep a cool head with him, even though keeping cool isn’t something I’m good with in the first place. 

"Deviant, if you don't like Me so much, then find another team."

Knowing myself, I could absolutely snap any second now, so it’s best that I don’t stand around outside and potentially make a spectacle of myself if that does happen. So I go into my own tent. As soon as I’m there, I practically collapse into a pathetic pile of anguish. Why does he keep trying to get me to step down? 

"What does he want with this team anyways? He never has any ideas, he just shoots down mine."

Time and time again, he always makes sure I know that he’s better than me in every way. Despite the fact that my power literally involves predicting the future, he always seems to be right. I guess he just knows how to fuck with me like that. 

"Or maybe I’m not as powerful as I thought."

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised, he’s made me question my sanity, my memory, and my ability to lead, so why would my own power be any exception to what he wants to make me second-guess?

I know he wants to destroy me, and at this point, it’s working. He’s ruined almost everything for me, and I feel like I constantly have to look to him for reassurance over everyone else despite the fact that I know damn well that all he’ll do is put me down. 

"So why do I keep looking for his approval? Why aren't the other's approval enough?"

He's the oldest.

"Are you guys happy that you taught me to always obey my elders?" I speak, hoping that my parents can hear.

If I looked to Destroyer, Mystic, or Mourner for that same reassurance, I would get it. And if they saw something wrong, they would just tell me without insulting me. But what would happen then is that Deviant would go after them too. That’s just how he is. 

"You have to protect your friends. He'll attack them. If he tries to get after Mourner or Mystic, the other will rip him to shreds."

And Destroyer? He's never been good around Deviant.

If that’s truly his goal here, then he’s certainly achieved it. He’s made me completely miserable and I would rather step down as a leader and go off into the desert on my own than continue to live with his foot on my throat at all times. 

Maybe I’ll go back out and at least try to talk to Destroyer again. Other than Deviant, he’s the first I go to for everything related to this kind of thing. He’s helped me a lot with strategies because he knows a lot of the inside secrets relating to FEAR that can help us, which is why he steps up when I need help. That is, when we can get Deviant out of the way.

But I’m scared that Deviant will still be there. He’s probably waiting for me to come out so he can make some nasty comment about how I’ll never be good enough to lead the Wild Ones. I’m not ready for that. Until I can find either the courage to potentially face Deviant or the confidence in my belief that he went away to torment someone else, I will be staying right here…

Destroyer

God fucking damnit, what am I supposed to do now? Deviant made a nasty comment about Prophet. Again. I take it that this is a common thing for him to do. 

“Deviant..” Mourner says, rubbing his eyes. Mystic is still sleeping like a baby.

“What? Can’t take a little criticism, can he?”

“What you did was cruel. If you have a problem with his ideas, fine. But maybe share those opinions respectfully.”

I’m sick of it. I hate seeing Deviant repeatedly get away with the things he says to everyone else here, especially Prophet.

Since I’ve met Deviant and seen him arguing with people, I’ve seen him make fun of every single trauma the people here have gone through. Prophet was raised to believe that he would never be good enough, and not a moment goes by where Deviant doesn’t toy around with Prophet’s internalization of that belief. 

“You know what he’s been through. You know that it’s hard to let go of beliefs that have been hammered into him so thoroughly. You don’t attack someone who has that history in the way you just did.” Mourner says. He is so calm about it.

That’s the one I see the most, and it really pains me to see, because I think Prophet is a great leader, he’s doing the best he can, which is pretty damn good, and he would be more confident in that if Deviant would stop making his childhood trauma seem like some funny ongoing joke.

I’ve seen him make some particularly low blows at Mourner and Mystic’s past that also hurt a lot to hear, because the things he pokes at are very obviously things that they’re very sensitive about. Mourner has had loved ones killed by FEAR, and I’ve heard Deviant go as far as to insinuate that it was Mourner’s fault that their deaths took place. Meanwhile Mystic’s parents abandoned him when he was very young because he’s epileptic.

“And why are you coddling Mystic? It’s like you’re in love with him? You know his ‘disability’-”

He doesnt get to finish his sentence before Mourner is hitting him.

“You want to talk like that do you? Try to say that it’s his fault?”

I pull Mourner off of Deviant before I have a murder to answer for.

“Deviant, go to your tent, and don’t return until you can find some human decency. I won’t even dignify a response. Go.”

He does as I say/

Knowing how Deviant is towards all of them makes me try to avoid interacting with him as much as possible. I don’t know what he knows about what I faced at the hands of my ex, and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. I just want to be able to heal in peace without the wounds being reopened, and if I can do that by avoiding any contact with Deviant, then I will.

Lately, however, avoiding direct contact has been getting a lot harder. And after he insulted Prophet to the point that he retreated to his tent today, I think some form of direct conversation is going to be inevitable. But first, I need to talk to Prophet and see how he wants to go about that.

Obviously Prophet isn’t going to be too keen on the idea of talking to a guy who probably just drove him to tears, so I want to know if he wants us to talk to him, and if so what he wants us to say. So, I’m going to his tent now to ask him and see if I can at least be of some form of comfort to Prophet at the moment.

Walking into his tent, I find him laying on the ground. I can hear him crying, and I’m already stumped on what the right words to make him feel any better would be. So, I just kneel by his side.

"Hey man. Are you okay?"

Of course he’s not okay, you fucking bozo I think to myself as soon as the words leave my mouth.

Prophet tries to insist that he’s fine, but I know damn well that he’s lying. Regardless, I’m not about to pry the truth out of him, because I already know it. I just need to know if he wants us to say anything.

“Do you want us to say anything to him? Mourner already tried to murder him.”

He just shakes his head before saying that he doesn’t want him to attack us. 

Honestly I can’t even argue with that, as much as I’d love to be able to get back at Deviant for hurting Prophet, it would just hurt me more in the process and Deviant would walk away unscathed because he’s unfortunately just like that.

Clearly I’m not going to be able to just walk up to Deviant and beat his ass yet, so in the meantime, I start making fun of Deviant a bit. 

“Remember when he started freaking out while Mourner and Mystic started describing every single broken bone they had suffered?”

Prophet falls top the ground in laughter.

“Oh my god, yes!”

Sure enough, the more I make fun of Deviant, the more of a smile I see forming on Prophet’s face and the less tears I see falling from his eyes. Now that I’ve calmed him down enough that he’s laughing, I start trying to brainstorm how we could actually confront Deviant. 

"How are we going to talk with him about this?" 

He may be an asshole but he’s not stupid, so using reasoning and saying that his ass could be left behind at any time could probably get to him more than any bit of pleading him to stop could actually do.

"He can probably be reasoned with. I have to believe that he can be reasoned with."

"That would require him to have a soul. Which he clearly doesn't."

We decide that we’re going to go and confront him now rather than wait any longer. So, we stand up and go outside, going over what we’re going to tell him and who’s going to say it. 

Then we look around to see where he is. We can’t see where exactly he is, which is never a good sign.

"Ummmm…" Prophet starts to shake.

"I have a very bad feeling about this.

Prophet and I start looking around and asking anyone around us if they’ve seen Deviant around. One person finally says that they saw him going into one of the tents. When we ask which one, they point to Mystic’s tent. Right away, I know that he has no good reason to be in there, especially since Mystic just had a grand mal seizure and should be asleep right now.

We look in and automatically find Deviant prodding Mourner. I can see in Mourner’s eyes that he’s absolutely enraged but is trying not to snap, probably because he doesn’t want to wake up Mystic, who is asleep with his head in Mourner’s lap. 

I can tell that it’s going to get very ugly for Deviant soon if he doesn’t get out of there. I swear, this guy never learns. 

When Mourner refuses to answer Deviant’s questions, Deviant shrugs it off and claims that if Mourner won’t give him answers that Mystic will. He then grabs Mystic and starts shaking him in a clear attempt to wake him up. At that exact moment, Prophet and I both glance at each other, knowing that Deviant screwed up big time.

Without making a sound, Mourner grabs Deviant by the neck and squeezes his throat until Deviant begs for mercy, promising to knock it off. This leads to Mourner dropping Deviant and kicking him in the back as Deviant crawls away. 

When Deviant crawls in our direction, he asks what we’re doing here. That’s when Prophet takes a deep breath and says that we need to talk. Deviant clearly isn’t going to be enthusiastic about this, but he knows that it’s in his best interest right now, considering that it’s pretty much either that or he sticks around and continues to waste his life trying to get answers out of Mourner, which will probably lead to him getting beaten to death before it leads to him getting any real information.

Once the three of us are outside once again, Deviant stands up and brushes the sand off of his jacket before asking what we need to talk about. Prophet looks too scared to really say anything, so I think it over for a second before I tell him. “Listen, I get that you were born without a heart, but that doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everyone else. Stop being an asshole.”

He’s trying to come up with something to say to me that will hurt me to hear, I can see it on his face, so, I just tune out the words coming from his mouth. I’ve learned to tune words out by now so they can’t hurt me, and this is no different.

He’s getting upset that I’m not reacting, and while I’m glad that he’s not experiencing the pleasure of getting a reaction from me, I also know that I should probably step back before he gets in my face. I know damn well him getting too in my face will leave me crying on the ground, and I cannot give him that satisfaction.

Eventually, he asks what’s going to happen if he doesn’t stop acting the way he does. I can tell from the smug look on his face that he thinks we’re not going to say anything. That’s why it brings me even more joy to see that stupid smirk disappear when I say that his failure to comply with what I’m saying now will result in him being left alone in the desert for the vultures to devour, reminding him that no one is surviving on their own out here.

From the look on his face, I can tell that it’s probably been a long time since anyone’s spoken to him like this. For all I know, he’s never been talked down to at all, and this is the first time he’s been confronted in his life. That could very well be the case, given the absolute shock he’s expressing over being confronted one time. 

I can tell that Deviant is trying to come up with something to say about me, so I just turn away before he can say anything. Prophet then does the same, and we walk back to his tent together. 

Hopefully he backs off for now, knowing that he’s not immune to the criticism he hurls at us nonstop. He probably won’t, but it’s nice to know that we can get a reaction out of him too at the very least. Maybe now, Prophet and I can actually focus on work that will benefit us instead of having to worry about one asshole weighing us down constantly.

Deviant hasn’t come after us, so that’s a good sign, but for now, I’m staying right here so if he tries to come for Prophet, I’m here with him. If he tries to go for Mourner and Mystic, they both have each other, and either one of them could see to it that Deviant is a mangled pulp within seconds under the right conditions. So for now, I’m not really worried about Deviant, but I am worried about if he’ll ever actually stop trying to destroy us…

Mourner

My entire body is trembling with rage. I keep trying to breathe and tell myself that I don’t have any reason to be angry, but then I realize that I’m lying to myself. How dare Deviant think he can just come in here and treat Mystic and I like that? Our relationship is none of his business, he is not entitled to know shit about either of our sexualities. 

"And Mystic's straight anyways, how would that piece of info do anything for him?"

On top of that, he decided that it would be okay for him to try and shake Mystic awake. He said that if I didn’t answer his questions that Mystic would. Meanwhile Mystic is getting some much needed rest and doesn’t need some idiot trying to wake him up to ask intrusive questions. So, I grabbed him by the throat and almost strangled him. He was right where I wanted him, his throat was in the palm of my hand, if I could have only squeezed a little harder…

Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Yes, I hate Deviant, but am I really on the level where I want him dead? 

"Get off of me! Get away! Oww! What the hell did I do this time!"

It takes me a while to realize that Mystic is talking in his sleep.

"Hey, Mystic." I lightly shake him, which seems to do the trick.

"What? Where am I? Who-"

"Shhhh, Mystic. It's just me.

"Oh thank god." He tries to gwt up, bur it takes him a whike.

"Why is everything still sore?"

"Isnt it always like that?"

"Goid point, but it still isnt fun." He looks at me. "There's aomethinh on your mind. What is it?"

"Do you want Deviant killed?"

He bursts out laughting, even though it clearly hurts.

On one hand, he’s a nightmare for Prophet, Destroyer, Mystic, and I to deal with. On the other hand, most people here adore him and if we got rid of him by any means, they would be upset with us and that would screw everything up. 

"Umm.. yes? Is that even a question?"

"I.. might have almost strangled him to death."

"You what?!" He says with the biggezt grin on his face.

"Almost

I didn’t wind up stranging Deviant, he begged me for mercy and I was dumb enough to take pity on him, because for a split second I thought to myself that maybe he would change. But as soon as I let him go, I regretted it. 

"For a split second, I wondered if maybe he could change his behavior. In any case, I don't think he's gonna mess with us again anytime soon."

Now I just want to find him wherever he is and beat the living shit out of him. But that would make me the bad guy, wouldn’t it?

Mystic hugs me. "God, you're amazing." 

It feels nice.

"He tried to get at you."

"Really?"

There’s very few things I truly hate more than Deviant and the anger he makes me feel. I don’t even think I’m that justified in hating him as much as I do, but when he goes after Mystic like that, I just burn up from the inside.

I nod my head. "Yeah. He was asking some… very personal questions. I wouldn't answer, so he started shaking you.

I’ve never felt so violently angry over anything until he did that. And the thoughts just won’t go away.

"Was there a time that he wasnt such a jerk?"

"Why are you asking me?" Mystic says.

"You were here for a month before I was."

I’d do anything if it meant he would be out of our lives once and for all, but there’s nothing at all I can do except sit and wait for his downfall to happen.

"No. No, he was always like this."

Suddenly through the cracks of the tent, I see him stumble by. I can’t even control my urge to get up and go outside just to see what he’s doing. When I go out, I see him stumbling around still. His throat is black and blue. With that, I laugh at him. I feel so guilty for expressing this amount of schadenfreude, but he deserves it for how he’s acted today.

When he hears me laughing, he redirects his stumble over to me and looks at me with that stupid smirk on his face, indicating that he has something dumb to say. 

"What are you gonna do, bitch? Try and attavk Mystic again?"

"And if I do? What, like I couldn't destroy your little boyfriend right now?"

"We. Are. Not. Romantically. Involved."

I spit directly on his face. He looks shocked that I would dare to do that. 

“Why don’t you just go back in your tent? I was out here minding my own business, and besides, I’m sure your boyfriend misses you.” 

He laughs at his own crude statement, and with that, I just take my leg and kick him in the back of the knees, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. Before he can get back up, I go back inside.

"Say one more word, and I. Will. End. You."

He leaves, but not for long enough.

When I hear footsteps passing the tent, I hold my breath, hoping that he doesn’t decide to come back in. My heart skips a beat when I see him looking in. Thankfully though, he keeps moving. 

"Dont. You. Even. Fucking. Dare."

"Soooo protective over your boyfriend, huh? Can't have anything bad happen to him, can we?"

I have fucking had it with him and I hope he eventually decides to leave and never come back. He gives us all a bad name and I am ashamed to say that he is one of us.

Unfortunately, I still have to work with him at the end of the day. No matter how much I hate him, no matter how hard he makes things for me, he’s still one of the leaders, and I still have to figure out how to work around every single setback he causes. I’m sick of it, but there’s nothing I can do to make it stop. Nothing I say or do will ever change the nightmare he’s created for us. 

"Mystic, do you ever wonder what life would be like if just one tiny thing changed?"

"Like the Butterfly Effect?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"I kind of try not to. Every scenario is a happier existence than what I have now, and it just makes me sad."

"I get that."

I know that in an hour or so I’ll probably have to leave this area in order to try to talk things out with everyone else so we can figure out how to keep everything working right. I don’t want to have any discussions today, I just want to stay here with Mystic, but unfortunately if we don’t work constantly, we lose. 

"Mystic, do you-" I'm interrupted with a snore. I look down, and Mystic is asleep on my shoulder.

Sometimes I really get tired of fighting all the time, but I know that if I ever want to live my life properly, I have to fight. At the end of the day, I have to remind myself why I still continue to fight. I will fight until the day I die to avenge the souls of my mother and of Mariah, not to mention to protect the right to my identity. 

As far as discussing things with the rest of the group goes today, I really don’t want to wake Mystic up. I don’t want to bother him. But I know that if I don’t wake him up that someone else will, and that someone could wind up being Deviant. I don’t want to take that risk, because I know that if Deviant does that, he’ll seriously upset Mystic however he can.

"Mystic? Mystic, come on. Mystic, let's go back to my tent."

"Hm? What?" He says, opening his eyes.

"Come on, I don't want Deviant trying to mess with you again."

He doesn’t say anything, he just grabs my hand and leans on me. My heart flutters and I go completely speechless. He’s never done this before, and I can tell that he’s still tired, so maybe he’s just trying to lean on me so he doesn’t fall, but my god I don’t know what to do.

"Mystic, Deviant might say something."

"Let him talk."

After a moment of him holding onto my hand, I decide to just let him keep holding onto me. If Deviant has anything to say about it, I’ll break his nose. So, I continue leading Mystic to Prophet’s tent, where we agreed to meet so we could talk about battle strategies in the near future. 

We go inside and right away, I see the look in Deviant’s eyes. He wants to say something, anything that will embarrass both of us. So I look right back at him. 

"Not today, Satan." I whisper.

I have no clue what my face looks like right now, but I’m trying to send a message to him that will inform him that if he messes with us, he’s getting knocked out.

Surprisingly, he stays silent. He continues to stare at us, but he doesn’t say a single word.

"Glad everyone could make it." Prophet says.

"Where's Destroyer?" Mystic asks, slurring his speech a little.

"Jesus Christ, have you been drinking?" Deviant asks, giving both of us a look. Honestly I don’t care if he stares at us, he can stare all he wants, but he if says anything, that is when I will go after him again.

"No, just tired."

As we start speaking, Mystic and I continue holding onto each other, and thankfully no one says a word about it. The only one who seems even remotely concerned is Deviant, who continues to shoot us antagonistic glares. I just glare right back at him.

When we finish talking, Mystic and I go back, and Deviant follows us. I’m trying to ignore him, but he seems to be making that difficult on purpose. We go inside, and he stays out there, staring at us. I am trying my best to pretend he isn’t there, but it’s nearly impossible.

Eventually, Mystic notices that he’s out there, and it starts feeling like the two of us are both facing off with Deviant. None of us are saying anything, but there’s clearly a lot being exchanged from glances alone. 

"Come on, Mystic. Just ihnore him, he'll go away." He's still wrapped in my arms.

"It's hard to ignore him when I feel like Im in a horror movie!"

I laugh.

One wrong move and I will wind up fighting Deviant again. As he continues to stare at us, I find him getting harder and harder to ignore. I do not want to get in another altercation with him, but I feel as if I don’t have a choice…

Mystic

I’ve been basically attached to Mourner all day. All I want to do is go back to sleep, I’m still tired, but Deviant keeps trying to fuck with us. He keeps staring at us through the cracks of the tent. 

“Do you think you could snap his blood vessels now? I’d really appreciate that right now.” Mourner says, head resting on top of mine.

“Too. Tired.” I mumble. My powers go haywire when I’m not well rested.

“What kind of a friend are you?” I know he’s joking, but it takes me a moment to settle down.

He’s making me so mad, all I want to do is go back to sleep and he can’t even let me have that. He keeps harassing Mourner and I relentlessly and no matter what either of us do, he never stops.

“Well, he’s really just doing this to get a rise from us.” Mourner says.

“He’s doing a pretty damn good job of it.”

“That’s my point. Just ignore him, and he’ll leave us alone.”

So we just stay wrapped in each other’s arms. It feels nice. Really nice.

After a few minutes of silence, we hear footsteps moving away from the tent. Both of us have our eyes still fixed on the cracks of the tent, looking for any sign that he’s still there. When we find nothing, he starts talking to me.

I don’t really know what Deviant was doing while I was asleep, but clearly Mourner is infuriated by it. He’s red in the face and his tone is different than usual. Part of me wants to ask what’s wrong, but I don’t want to annoy him more. Then he’ll leave and I don’t think I can handle that right now.

“What happened?

For a moment he goes silent, and my head is completely flooded with anxiety. Did I make him angry? Is he annoyed with me? He’s definitely not acting like himself and it’s freaking me out. He’s usually not an angry person, so why is he so angry right now? I keep trying to run through every interaction with him lately, looking for some way I could have upset him that would explain why he’s so upset.

“He… started verbally insulting you. Trying to say that we were coddling you, then he said that the epilepsy was your fault..”

As Mourner continues rambling about Deviant, I get just as angry.

“And then he tried to say that we were… romantically involved.”

Oh god, I can feel my cheeks turning bright red. “What?”

“Yeah. Like, as if there was something wrong with that.”

“Aren’t me and him the only straight people on the team?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he actively dorsn’t like the queer community, or he’s just… trying to tease us.”

“He’s never really been ‘one’ with the group, has he?”

“Yeah.”

We start bringing up all the instances we’ve seen him almost killed by our own people because he was a little too close to FEAR during battle. Rumor has it that he’s even been seen conversing with them. 

It’s scary to think about, because that honestly does sound like something he would do. I’d love to believe he wouldn’t stoop that low, but we all know that he would. Any time that someone tries to humanize him and think that he wouldn’t do some disgusting action, he goes ahead and does it. When Destroyer first showed up, we all hoped that he wouldn’t harass Destroyer because it was so obvious that he had been through horrific trauma. We all told ourselves that Deviant wouldn’t stoop that low, but he did. Within days, he was constantly prodding Destroyer and going out of his way to trigger him.

I know that Mourner and I are making fun of Deviant as a way to make light of everything he puts us through, but it gets scary sometimes because we all know that Deviant would absolutely do everything we speculate him of doing. He just keeps getting worse and he answers to no one, so no one can stop him without killing him and we all know how that would go.

“I honestly want to see him dead.” I mumble into Mourner’s chest.

“You shouldn’t say that about another fighter. We need all hands on deck if we want to defeat these bastards.”

“No one knows if he’s even one of us. And don’t act like you don’t hate his guts.”

To be fully honest, at this point I think that the four of us at least all want him dead because he’s such a danger to us. He ruins everything and at this point I would rather see him die than accept that he’ll continue to be a part of us.

“While you were asleep, after… everything else, he, umm… he tried to say other things, and.. I just lost it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I put him in a chokehold. I let him go.”

I’m in shock. While I know that we’d all love to do that with Deviant, that’s the first I’ve ever heard of anyone actually doing it, let alone Mourner, who’s usually super relaxed.

For the rest of our conversation, I can barely focus because I’m still stuck on the fact that Mourner actually did that for me of all people. He actually snapped because Deviant started harassing me. I would never expect Mourner to snap like that, let alone to protect me.

The more I think about it though, Mourner has always been really protective over me. I mean I’ve always been protective over him too. Whenever anything happens during a battle, Mourner is the first person I look for to make sure he’s okay.

“You know you really didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to protect you.”

Everyone else knows this too. I guess Mourner and I are just closer than everyone else. But that doesn’t make sense because we’re all pretty close out here, we don’t have much of a choice given our scenario.

He yawns. “God, I’m tired. If he tries to bother you, just wake me up.”

“Will do.” I say, but he’s asleep by that point.

Mourner has always been my best friend since the moment I met him out here. Ever since we became friends, we were inseparable. And while I’m close with Prophet and Destroyer too, my bond with them is nothing like my bond with Mourner. I can’t really describe it other than saying that I don’t see myself in the future without Mourner, no matter what the circumstance may be. 

I think I’d even go as far as to say I’d want to marry him…but I’m not into guys like that…right? I don’t think I am at least. I’ve never put any actual thought into my sexuality until now. I spent the entirety of my life being told that it was a dirty and evil thing, especially if you felt that attraction towards someone of the same gender. If you lived in the city, they could kill you if they found out about that. At the very least, if they found out, life as you knew it was over.

Not to mention that in the asylum, there were some people sent there because their families found out that they had lovers of the same gender. I always felt so much anger and fear for them. And for the longest time, I’ve always figured it was just because they were in the same situation I was just because of who they loved.

But if I do actually like guys…I don’t like Mourner, do I? I mean, my bond with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. I don’t feel the way I do about Mourner towards anyone else I’ve ever met. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, the most amazing person I’d ever met, and I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him in my life. And I would absolutely marry him if he asked.

What the hell do I even do about these… feelings? I’m not going to tell him, he would never think of me that same way, he would just be disgusted and not want anything to do with me anymore. My heart sinks just thinking about that. I don’t think I could live without him, he’s my everything. I’d do anything to make him happy, and that’s going to mean not telling him that I’m into him.

My god this night has been a disaster. I’m going to feel like such a fake pretending that I’m not in love with Mourner the way I am. It feels weird, we’ve been close for years and just one confession could ruin that. I don’t know how I’m going to stay quiet, but it looks like I’m going to need to learn now…

[zoocelyn]

God have perfect time to prove it.

Hai hai hai! Long time bangeeet rasanya ga nulis disini! Many stories will tell to you all that God walk with me! So grateful for that! I’m realize setelah scroll and coba baca ulang atas blog ini, wow Tuhan ajaib bangett bisa ajarin dari dulu yaa berarti. Kayak sometimes mikir, apakah gue jalan sama Tuhan karena gue ga merasa sama sekali? DO YOU KNOW WHAT?! Itu sebenernya tipuan iblis. Siapa bilang ikut Tuhan/jalan sama Tuhan harus feel something? Tuhan gak pernah bilang begitu. Percayaaa!!! Rasa ga rasa, Tuhan ada di samping kamu right now!! YES HE IS! Tahun lalu adalah tahun up and down hidup gue i think. tibatiba semua berlalu dan Tuhan still beri kekuatan sampai saat ini. Tahun lalu merupakan tahun dimana gua belajar, bahwa nyaman tidak membawa keamanan apapun melainkan ketika km nyaman means km stop growing. Tahun lalu juga gua belajar bahwa sometimes apa yg terasa tidak enak/mungkin ga gue dapetkan/rasakan saat itu, itu memang Tuhan. and Tuhan prove it di tahun lalu. Mungkin awalnya mikir yah, whats wrong with me? tapi Tuhan memperlihatkan semua di akhir. Pas alami pasti kayak sedih, atau sampai titik pasrah. Tapi ketika Tuhan bongkar semua nya, kita akan declare GOD IS SOOOO GOOOD! Tahun lalu juga tahun dimana bisa gue bilang semua start dari awal. Pasrah? Iya. Sedih? Iya. Karena sudah kejadian cerita gue diatas, dan gua bisa lawan setiap serangan iblis dengan Yes! Tuhan ada rancangan yg luar biasa dalam hidup gue, dan itu sesuai waktunya Tuhan! 1 tahun berlalu. Ga nyampe 1 tahun, Tuhan balikkin keadaan atas desire yang luar biasa dalam hidup gue. Awalnya gue berpikir ini adalah untuk perlawanan gue untuk para si iblis yg dakwa gue. Tp di tahun ini, Tuhan prove all those thing! Yang gue pikir itu hanya utk perlawanan, ternyata itu Tuhan! God talks to me! Ketika setiap apa yang gua pikirkan sesuai dengan Tuhan dan leader gue katakan, i’m very happyyyy! It will show that I walk with my Father that Jesus!

God Set Eternity in the Heart of Man

“11 He has made everything beautiful and appropriate in its time. He has also planted eternity [a sense of divine purpose] in the human heart [a mysterious longing which nothing under the sun can satisfy, except God]—yet man cannot find out (comprehend, grasp) what God has done (His overall plan) from the beginning to the end.” Ecclesiastes 3:11 (AMP)

[carrionofcats]

So I'm watching Miseng which is a k drama that's like ..12 years old at this point? Whatever. It's about a guy that was training to be a competitive baduk player but failed and is now trying to be a salary man.

Not important.

In this one episode he and three others are getting talked to by the exec director and while the director is talked to each of the other people, the main character keeps saying "yes?" Like he thought he was being addressed .

And it took me a bit to figure it out but I think it's bc his name (Gue rae) SOUNDS like this Korean filler word that I've only ever heard but not seen (Guelae maybe spelled 갈래/글애... sometimes I also have hear it more like guelrae seo 글애서). No I can't actually tell you what that word means, nor can I tell you if that spelling is right but it always is used sort of like "well..." Or "hmmm..." Like a way to join thoughts you know.

At least I'm pretty sure that's what's happening in the scene. When he actually addresses him he of course adds Shi bc that's a normal and polite thing to do but for some reason this kid thinks this corporate leader would just call him by his first fuckin name like his momma.

I think it's supposed to be humorous but this drama is bad at that haha.

Someone else who's seen this please tell me if I'm right or not

[sparklingpax]

super random & well, clearly no one asked for this but gahhhhhh I want to ramble 😳

I was thinking again....about Masterforce lmao when will I stop? Who cares? Why even? Beats me ����

Oh yes! This is canon talk, I'm saving all my lengthy Reverie-related rambling for a later time 😙✨

And ummm. Typos. I'm really sorry if you come across any, I wrote this out on my phone & it's usually sloppier when I do that 😳

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so of course, we know that Minerva does (or it looks like she does?) handle medical stuff for the Autobots from when she starts as a part of the team/becomes a Headmaster JR with her friends. But like, say things happened and the kids never joined the Autobot team.

Did,,,,,did they have anyone else in mind as a medic of sorts? Was there anyone already in that preexisting role?? Like, even during the events of the series, were there any adults who could have served that role or was Minerva the only actual "medic" there? And again, if she wasn't part of the team, were they all gonna chill & hope no one got any potentially fatal wounds/otherwise while they fight against the Decepticons??

Nothing that I can remember was explicitly stated about that....

So returning to my thoughts! Because I wanted to come to a conclusion of my own with this!! Even though this is like, so pointless, I wanted to muse my thoughts here. In case,,,anyone at all cares 😳

My thinking is one of three things.

One:

-the first thing I suggested is true; none of them rlly know how to deal with this stuff and they all try their best Not To Die. And reference whatever they can find in their computers.

-Since being on Earth, when it comes to human stuff, they're grateful for Google (which of course would work since Google and other search engines are obv a thing by 2020 😹)

Two:

-All of them have basic training in medical stuff--both Cybertronian and Human-related

-this includes things they learned while in the Military Academy they trained in/graduated from back on Cybertron; then coming to be stationed on earth (and taking on human forms to integrate into human society) they compiled basic info on human beings and all their biology, sciences (everything they could study and document) over many years of observation and firsthand encountering the need to treat wounds and other stuff while in their human bodies/for other humans around them

-since any of them is more or less fully equipped to handle any medical situation then they agreed amongst themselves there wouldn't be an explicit need for one designated medic, and that was the end of that matter.

-Then Minerva joined the team and most of those duties ended up as her own

Three:

-Only one person received said basic training, the others rely on whatever information they have on humans or anything in their computers/databases if that one member isn't present to deal with what's happening.

-My theory is that the leader of any team on Cybertron would have receive enough training in every field possibly required to run a functional team, especially one being sent on an assignment far from Cybertron (as is the case with them being stationed on Earth). This would be the main qualifying reason a bot would be assigned as a team leader in the first place, and so naturally that makes Hawk the aforementioned "one person."

-plus!! Taking other medics from other TF series, they seem to play the group "science-oriented person" role too; Hawk is specifically stated to be an astrophysicist and as we see, he's in charge of when they build the Godbomber, it's he who takes the Godmaster bracelets and analyzes them with Ginrai, etc. He's clearly!!! Shown to be more scientifically inclined than the others!! So idk, going off that, it just. works??

-After Minerva takes on medic duties, it's clear she's better at handling it than he is but his training still stands so...the Autobots have two people who can handle what the team will need.

-If there was a second member, then I would guess Waverider, and I'd gues he learned on his own either in the academy as well or while on earth (or both) and volunteered to help with that role. My reason is how he has a day job that seems to consist of working at different aquariums and ocean-related research centers (it's never really specified if he has one type of job, he just does a lot of things 🤔) so...he seems like the type of person to be interested in something like this enough to learn it. Plus, Landmine doesn't seem the type, and Cloudburst always seems to be busy with his day job so...they wouldn't & don't. Their fortes lie elsewhere 💫

...

Also, unrelated and hanging onto the topic by the thinnest thread (lol 💀), but I also had a thought that Hawk probably handles a TON of stuff for the team & is overworked as heck (I can make another smol discussion post about this I have examplessss and thoughtsss 👁️ just lmk and then it'll be sooner rather than months from now lmaoo 😳) like, yes, everyone does what they must, but he does a lot more and a little bit of everything. So I'm thinking part of the reason he gave up leadership of the Autobots to Ginrai stems from this; he can have just a bit more time and headspace to handle everything he has on his plate. He's still commander of the Pretenders, as we know, but now the responsibility of Autobot leadership falls on Ginrai. Hawk perhaps disagrees with the decisions from higher-ups that demand a team leader to practically have to do everything, and feels that a team is better off with a second-in-command that has those skills, and in command, a leader with different strengths.

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((At some point, I’m going to properly put into words why I think Scott is such an interesting character. Granted, I don’t follow his story line very closely, I just know things about him from reading X-M//en comics in general, so take everything I say about him with a grain of salt because it’s a little headcanon based!! BUT I’m just so freaking interested in his character development. The shift in his character and his ideals from aligning with Xa//vier to becoming more... militaristic as opposed to hoping for compromise and acceptance of his people by humans who continue to scorn them at every turn. Hell, even the Av//en//gers and such have, time and again, proven that they’re not interested in mu//tant politics and actually helping them! There have been times when some of them have even referred to mu//tants as “you people” or “those people”, or “your type”, things like that (I’m looking at you Ma//rc Sp//ect//or during the Av//X event). I’m just so invested in Scott’s shift to being the kind of leader that Mag//neto sides with, that half of the team turns away from and the other half walks alongside. I mean, when the X-M//en split, Scott and Logan take opposing sides and it’s... not necessarily what you would think it would be based on the kind of stereotypes of who they are. People think of Scott as a boy scout and, to a degree, they’re not wrong. Especially younger, more idealistic, Scott. But as he gets older, as he watches the world burn around him despite his best efforts to save it, as he witnesses how ungrateful and cruel humanity still is towards his people despite everything they’ve given and sacrificed to keep them safe... of course he grows disenchanted with the idea of co-existence. He starts to grow bitter. And he loses a lot of that hope that there’s a chance of peace between mut//ants and humans. His people are still being attacked and killed and hated and feared and he’s spent most of his life trying to change that to no avail. I mean, when Le//gion loses 6 of his personas and Xa//vier, Ro//gue, Re//my, and Le//gion go to find them... Scott sends Mag//neto with them (Fren//zy joins too, but apparently of her own accord lmao). And they’re like “Why? Why him?” but then Sus//an in Suns//hine (one of Le//gion’s missing personas) heightens their emotions and Mag//neto decides to move to kill David because, according to him, that’s why Scott sent him. Because if they couldn’t get David’s personalities back, if they couldn’t get everything under control in a timely manner, or if things seemed to be unfixable, then Mag//neto was there to KILL him to put an end to it all. It it comes to saving Le//gion or saving the world, Scott would choose the world. Obviously. And so... he sent Mag//neto as the kill switch. And that just... it feels so unlike the Scott that people generally know? The one in the movies or even in the cartoons. The one who once told Logan that the X-Men don’t kill, that there’s always another way. And idfk I need to read more to actually talk about this because I’m missing a lot of pieces, of course (I mostly read Ro//gue’s stuff because she’s my fave lol) but, my god, it’s so interesting to read him going from your generic, mostly optimistic, leader to... a man who is shouldering the burden of realization that every goddamned thing he’s been through, though it’s saved lives, saved planets and so on (which is important and he doesn’t dismiss the importance or gravity of that, mind you!), hasn’t amounted to any real change for his people. Xa//vier preached that they would use their powers for good and, through that, they would eventually find acceptance in this world that hated them. But it’s been years, it’s been decades, and NOTHING has changed. He and the people he cares about have lost so much, and sometimes it feels like so little has been gained. Again, he’s not dismissive of the ways that they’ve helped people, but... it seems like, time and again, no one is on their side. Not unless it serves a purpose for them. And that’s not to say that’s the truth, necessarily. But that’s how it must feel to him. So he throws himself into his work- not with the thought that it’ll someday create a brighter future, a bond between humans and mutants... but just because being a hero, being a leader, is what he knows. It’s what he’s good at. He was created for it, in a way. And so he carries on. He keeps helping. He keeps sending his people out to fight battles on behalf of the people who still wish them dead, because he’s a good person. But he’s also reached the point that he feels that he needs to put the survival of his people first in a lot of ways. And ANYWAY I’m gonna keep reading because this is just from, like, a glimpse at him, so to speak, and chances are that these thoughts are gonna change as I keep reading Le//gacy and such, but for now. This.  Also, “at some point” is what I said at the beginning... then proceeded to ramble. Which is basically my M.O. at this point

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled dash content. I’m gonna head to bed soon because I used all of my social energy up being stuck on fucking REGISTERS all day again and I also have to be up at 6:30 tomorrow morning. So... yay.))

[everybodylovesmusiala]

my unpopular bayern/football opinion:

I don’t know if they even are unpopular or not but let’s see:

1. I don’t think josh will make a good captain. I love him a lot and he’s a very good player& i have no doubts that he loves bayern but he is not captain material.

2. The Lewangoalski joke is now cringe and not funny at all. It was fun and games at the beginning but now it is a big no no. Especially when they start making those jokes with other players as well. (scoretzka, manwall neuer etc)

3. You cannot judge a player’s performance by just the number of goals that they have scored or even worse by the ratings on FotMob or FifaScore (or whatever the name is). There are more to the game that just scoring 100 goals. Having said that people exaggerate with the “they are a ✨playmaker✨” “playmaking is more important than goals” and those kind of things. Yes it is more fun to watch a game where they are playing a (as they call it) beautiful football than just scoring, but at the end , rather you accept if or not goals are what makes the game and decide the winner so🤷🏼‍♀️

4. I don’t think Schweinsteiger is as incredible as people make him to be. He is amazing ofc, but kinda overhyped. Same things go for Gomez.

5. I don’t get the hype for Leweus. Imo they aren’t that great.

6. I don’t think that Haaland will fit in bayern.

7. Players leaving the club shouldn’t be seen as a very negative, terrible, traitorous thing. Yes it hurts a lot & yes sometimes it is done in the wrong way, but i think it is understandable that players want to challenge themselves.

8. Bundesliga is not as bad as people make it to be.

9. The “leon is bald” joke is also getting old. (jk it is still funny😭😂)

10. I think that thomas is more positive than funny. I love him but sometimes while trying to be funny, he seems rather annoying.

11. I absolutely hate the concept of “x player carried the team / game”. Football is a team sport and you cannot expect a single player to do the job of 11 players nor say that they win because of x player. It is the team that wins not the player. ;)

12. The last one and probably the most controversial: *drum rolls* messi and ronaldo haven’t been the best for the past years. People are caught up in the idea that they are best, they are the goat and they can’t see anything past that. It is just like football =messi&ronaldo. What they have done for the past years is incredible truly, but if we are having a real talking, the have not been #1 for the past years. Also (this can be counted as a new opinion maybe) people there can be more than one ✨goat✨ and people can enjoy different players. It is not a must that everyone should agree that there is only best player & only one and we should all enjoy and cheer for that player.

This end up being too long sorry😭😂💕

first of all. thanks for sharing your thoughts with me, it's so much better than watching ucl right now💞

i can kinda see where you're coming from. what I like about manu is the he always has that calm aura (well mostly lol).. josh would be more of an aggressive leader I gues.. but who could be captain instead?

OMG YES. I mean it was kinda funny when thomas first said it, but now... can everyone pls SHUT UP about it??

soo true! i mean he's not at his best, but thomas used to have a big impact on the game just by his way of coaching and pushing the players, but got a bad rating because he didn't contribute to any goals.. i also hate the grades journalists give out sometimes.

i mean he was a great player.. but ever since he started being a boring expert, he just lost some of his glamour

same. i don't even like Marco reus. so there's that.

also agreed. he's also way to injury prone.. but he's a diva so that would fit

EXACTLY! I think our players stay longer at our clubs than at other clubs right? and even if not that's the business, people come and go

AGREED. but I've always been a bundesliga fan.

true.. and it's not even his fault

you're so right bestie... he has this weird kind of old people humour that's only really funny to him most of the time. but that's kinda the reason why I love him

I would love if we talked more about the teams honestly.. that's what I like about women's football btw. they always fight as a team, without the need only spotlight one (at least in Germany).. yes sure a player can make a difference. but a team wins the games

agree with you once again! i don't care for either of them, but what they did over the years was awesome... but now they're way past their prime and I would honestly love to not have two players where the focus is only on them again. there are so many great players out there and all are especially good in a well functioning team.. so let's just enjoy that

oh that was fun. did I start answering you and then close the tab by accident? maybe?

but I really enjoyed reading you opinions, i'm sorry for the long post

[spookyswhore]

Happy Halloween (Oscar Diaz)

Summary: You convince Oscar to celebrate Halloween with you, which may end up with you being punished for your cheeky ways. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight smut and when I say slight, I mean slight. 

(credit to @merakiaes for the gif ❤)

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“Bebita..no, I’m not going..” Oscar groaned. 

It was a rather chilly night before Halloween in Freeridge. You and Oscar were snuggled up with a blanket and a movie at his place. For the past half hour, you were trying to convince him to come with you to an event the city was holding for Halloween and he was absolutely refusing to go. For the most part, everyone on the block had put up decorations in spirit and it was only right that you did the same. Traditionally, when you were younger, your mom would always take you Trick-or-Treating, with the feeling that that sort of celebration would be the safest route to go, especially with mama bear at your side at all times. Anything else would’ve been disastrous and unsafe, according to your mother. But now that you were a little bit older with a little bit of freedom, you went ahead and decided to book some tickets for a Halloween themed event going on in town. For as long as you’ve known Oscar, which was a good 7 years, you have never pegged him as the type to not like scary stuff, at least to your knowledge. You didn’t really feel like staying inside, especially with your excitement with all of the ghosts and goblins roaming the streets late at night and now at this point, it was just a matter of convincing Oscar to come with you to enjoy the night together. 

“Oscar please…” Your hand rose to intertwine with that of his that was draped over your shoulder as your back laid against his chest. Knowing that whining and dragging out your words wasn’t going to convince him, you decided to tap into the protective side of him. 

“It’s going to be cold and dark. Besides, who else is gonna be there to protect me from all the scary stuff?” You peered up at him to be met with his eyes already on you, his protectiveness and jealousy darkening his pupils. He let out a breath and mumbled out a low “fine.” 

“But you owe me..” He said. There was a serious yet lustful tone with his voice. You lifted the covers over your head and lowered myself down to where the bulge was starting to grow in his pants. 

"How about this?" You whispered as you freed his member from the restraints of his sweats and ran your tongue gue along the veiny underside of his member. “Is this okay?” You continued. 

“Yeah..” He sighed and threw his head back in content. For the rest of the time, he picked you up and took you into his bedroom where you went on to ‘make it up’ to him in the best ways you knew you could. 

~

Hours had gone by and you couldn’t be anymore excited. In fact, excited was an understatement and only downplayed the pure joy you felt for the day. Today was Halloween and you felt like a kid in a candy store. Halloween during the day was okay but the real stuff you came to love only happened at night. You were ecstatic to see everyone dressed up and practically begging people for candy. Excited to see decorations up and music blaring from the parties everywhere you went. Halloween was fun for you but, if anything, the one thing you were most excited to experience was the event being held tonight. You weren’t one to dress up for Halloween, especially after the over-the-top costumes your mom used to put you into, but still felt the emotions behind it nonetheless. After you put on the finishing touches on your outfit for the night, you found Oscar on the side of your bed sulking over the fact that he has to come with you to the annual event. Unbeknownst to you, Oscar was really scared of anything paranormal. Mortified, really. But he couldn’t tell you that. He was ‘Spooky’, leader of The Santos. Everyone feared him.  He had to uphold his ‘Santo’ exterior and anything related to him being scared or afraid in the slightest served as a liability to his facade, just like this event you were so damn intent on attending. 

You sat beside him on the bed and gently rested your hand on his shoulder and asked “You okay?”

“Yeah.." He trailed off. Something was off. You couldn't really pinpoint the exact cause of his quietness but a little inkling was telling you that his delay was because of what you guys were about to experience in a few minutes. You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from laughing, hoping that whatever your gut was telling you proved to be wrong. The big, bad Spooky can not be afraid of a ghost or two. 

“Baby…” You started. “Are you scared?” 

He whipped his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Scared? Nah..” 

Not believing him and trusting the little inkling, you decided to put his words to the true test. “Alright well, c’mon. Let’s hop in the car. I don’t want to be late.” 

“Huh?” He said, letting his fear take over and drain the color from his face. 

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear me. Get in the car.” You demanded. You sported a smirk on your face as you walked to his bright, cherry red Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Starting to get goosebumps that indicated you were cold, you grabbed your sweater that you threw in the back seat one day and totally forgot to get it back out afterwards. Not too long, Oscar let out a deep breath as he sat down in the driver’s seat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah babe I’m good.” He grumbled. Oscar started the car and drove as he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally. As the time went by, you felt yourself starting to grow more excited in anticipation of the night to come the closer you guys got, if it even was possible to surpass your initial excitement from the day. When you both finally arrived, you were in awe. Everything you loved about Halloween, from the atmosphere down to the detail and dedication put into every person’s costume, was thriving right before your eyes. Both you and Oscar stepped out of the car and you immediately pulled him towards all of the stuff you wanted to accomplish before you guys left for the night. 

~

Your final stop was the Haunted House. This was the one thing you were waiting for as you explored the event with Oscar attached at your hip, complaining about wanting to go back to his place earlier than you would’ve liked. You stood in front of Oscar with his arms wrapped around you, practically jumping up and down while waiting in line. One by one, you saw people exiting with some of the most terrified expressions on their faces. Some even came out sobbing while being consoled by their loved ones, which only fueled your eagerness even more. But, Oscar’s tight grip on your waist tightened even further. Eventually, you looked up at him. 

“Oscar, you’re hurting me.” 

“Shit,” he loosened his arms around your waist while maintaining eye contact at the building in front of him. “I’m sorry mamita.” 

“Is my Oscar scared?” You laughed. The way Oscar was acting at this very moment basically confirmed any hunches that supernatural things weren’t his cup of tea. 

“No, your Oscar isn’t scared. He’s just...being alert. Besides, he doesn’t want to get a ghost.” Oscar mocked. 

“Alert, right… you know Oscar it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay for your nickname to ‘Spooky’ but still be afraid of Casper the friendly ghost.” You turned and before Oscar was given a chance to give you a rebuttal, you heard the woman that was running the station yell out a ‘next’ and you held Oscar’s hand tightly and jogged your way inside. As you two began to make your way through each hallway, you felt a rush of adrenaline as one of the actors jumped out in your face with some of them opting to yell out expletives. Normally, in these kinds of scenarios, the female would be the one to hold on to their significant other in search of protection but instead, at least in your case, it was the complete opposite. The whole time, Oscar clung to you like a wet sock. You almost had to stop him a couple of times from punching a few of them in face and catching a lawsuit. As someone who's a gang leader with two strikes against them already, that wasn’t going to serve him well. 

With you guys now finally out of the haunted house, you were just getting done catching your breath from laughing and a very tired Oscar sat down in a table that was set in front of you. With his head laid tiredly in his hands, you got the bright idea to spook him, just a little bit before you guys headed home. So, at a moment you felt where he was completely indulged into taking his break, you slowly crept up behind him and put your mouth to his ear. 

“Boo.” You whispered. 

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled. Noticing his hand rapidly coming up to swat away whatever was giving him a fright, you backed away and held your stomach with tears coming out of your eyes in gut wrenching laughter. 

Feeling the embarrassment from onlookers, he simply said “That shit’s not funny. Let’s go.” He put some force into grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car, being careful not to hurt you too much but still wanting you to feel his embarrassment through his strength. He was a grown ass man and he did not need his lady compromising that by scaring him in front of a bunch of strangers. Once you both got in the car, he turned and gave you a stern look. All the words he wanted to say but didn’t were evident by the dark look in his eyes. You, putting your head down to prevent further laughter, let out a small “sorry.” You had also let him know that it was just an innocent prank.  

“Yeah your ass gonna be sorry when we get home. You won’t be crying then…” He grumbled angrily, pulling the lever in front of him to start the car. You knew by the tone of his voice that when you both got home, you were probably going to bent over the bed or you may have your legs behind your head, begging for mercy as he pounded into you relentlessly. Whatever your upcoming punishment was for his embarrassment, you had a feeling that it wasn’t to be a "rainbows and lollipops" kind of moment, at least on your end. 

[informedinterest]

Mcsm| Toxic leaders, friendships, coworkers & peers

(The  ol         Or          der)

  1. Soren          Is shown to be a reasonable leader that cares about his crew a reasonable amount, helped by the fact that he shown to be about excessive age, unlike Jesse who’s age is ambiguous possibly committing tox to Soren from what could be a adventuring - young adult age to excess - see below,                                                                                              for how tha                                                                                          t affects the story,)

How      eve        r is hampered by a       unfortunate history of tox              That        left            it’s           mar              k            o             n            h            i           m,

- Jesse

  Soren does not remove Jesse from his property despite it causing seemingly distress to him

 - if Jesse acts kind (or if hearing anyone (particularly the order) responds kindly to him), Soren will react with disbelief, If tox, he will excuse it beyond any healthy measures ‘ha a joke…as what friends do,’

    Whe          n n           o jok            e             s             are                n’t               pain              f              u               l              ,

Then there’s this line,

     “I’ve found when you give people what they want they turn on you, they become resentful,” - Soren

    And              Scene,

Soren cower         ing      from         his     team         mates

Eligard & Magnus          Fake smiles          impl           ing there is something that’s         actually wrong  and we quickly find out           why

  (I’ll go over the particulars about why        Soren might not be excited to see         Eligard & Magnus on site in their sections        )

  Point being,

   It doesn’t take long before it goes       tox      at the      cave,

- Eligard (or whoever is left of the Eligard or/ Magnus pai        ring)  takes         a pot shot at          Soren                        ,          Gabriel, “is he always           like this, “

     Eligard/Magnus; you have            no idea,

    (When Soren goes out for a          break due to distress          & after          the death        of a      friend,)        ,

- Ivor immediately tries to take the reins        after makin         g the    main       problem        (And his main          fail         safe       back        fired)

   You can clearly see things going        tox       quic      k      ly

  (Then there’s the in famous Ivor scapegoat scene      showing that even back then       he was         tox,            )

   And the rest is just Ivor       bein        tox,

                                                                                 (Until Soren event gets away                                                                                                         good for him)

- Eligard

   - Largely           non-tox                    but is a victim and                an ena            bler of Magnus

        - Small pre- men             tion                ed bit of tox

 - Magnus

    - abs.            ball of                 tox

     - causes             argu            ments

     - never        contributes          any         thing positive to the            group

       - Small              bit                of                tox                 a                  s mentioned above

        - Explicit                abuse                   o                   f              Eligard,                  Implied               abuse                    of                 Soren

     - Gabriel-

      - Little              is known              abou                t               hi                 m,              That he seems pretty unaware of the toxic            dynamic,

       Apart from          Magnus‘s tendency to           insti           gate             And Eligard’s          ten          dency           to          ar           gue,

     - Ivor

      - with Magnus at least you could argue he could’ve originally intend to fill some role if you squint,      with some routes      But with Ivor you can’t               He was tox from the beginning,           Continued       to be tox,           Not a redeemable             quality                in             sight                  ,

                                                                      Overall the group is a                                                                         gosh darn mess

       New             Order               ~

- Jesse - Despite being a leader, Jesse seems resentful of his leadership and constantly makes up things - ideas on the spot that no leader would leave to the last minute and would’ve already planned in advance/have a general idea  of, showing how the game mechanic damages a actual good story

    - His first mission is a find the person mission, not unheard of for a supportive subordinate character. However as a leader, it can come off as unnecessarily authority assuming, if not handled correctly, which unfortunately it wasn’t 1) By having this occur after a ‘break up’ in which several members isolated, placing this around excessive age 2) most of the members are reluctant to get together

Resulting in Jesse coming up as nagging or irritatingly intrusive.

              As a leader,

              There are two main goals,

               (To be 

                considered 

                 a 

                good 

                 one)

                  1. Attention to 

                      th

                       e 

                       mis

                       s

                        ion,

                       - With the psychological benefits teammates receiving prop stimuli

                      Jesse constantly waffles, 

                resulting in reasonably irritated 

             re

          sponses

            fro

            m 

            hi

             s 

        team

        mates

                    2. Tending to your Team                        mates,                          Self-explanatory                                  

                                   Jesse                                               doesn’t                                            seem                                                to                                                   care                                            about his                                            team                                              mate                                               s                                             Until it reaches                                  the mandatory                                   spots, or (is believed) to go past critical (see Lukas “crying”                                                   and they                              refuse to move                                      until                                    he                             does,

                  The correct                        pro                         to                       co                        l,

                 Bein                          g                           constant               availability,                            to                        thei                         r                      lei                            sur                            e

                Care kept satisfactory                      and short                   without dragging the mission to a              stand                still

                     Despite, Jessie’s showing only the barest minimum of retention wit h  hi      s pe        t       pig, 

  How about he still has plenty of time micromanaging 

the          one          thing        you        don’t        want            to          do,

     An argument can’t break out without Jesse               interject

     Showing that he has no trust in his        team        mates to be able to resolve their own       conflict

   Then again it comes from the person who is the worst role model/sets the worst example

   Gettin            into a squibble             Wi         th           hi    s           subordinates/           (temporary)                co-leader               Lukas

        Fi                             gh                t                 in                g           over a           de             tect                 ion uni                t,

         Note               ,                        Well confrontations over a stolen role might get             phys             that             I am              not             den              y                 in                 g,

      (The above mentioned things leads it to                    (lean                      in                 Luk                 as‘                  s                favor

           Tha                      t Jesse is the one that stole the role   

              (Not helpful for the fact that Lukus acts like a                  spited leader                 Al                  l through                       out,                And has characterized              the he doesn’t stand up for himself

       (Even if wrong, Jesse is still reprimands a           sub      ordinate,                        ) - Lukas

     Likely the victim of Axle’s           Tox,

      Lukas falls into most of the pitfalls that           Soren does, not standing up for himself         and possibly leaving (even for a short time) when the tox gets too much - Olivia

     Pretty           non tox            Some implied self-esteem issues with her place in the group constantly asking questions to validify it             ,

- Axel

   - Openly scares his friends               and takes pleasure                 from distress

           - Humor doesn’t come from                      sad/                    Despair                     it comes from                            happi                 ness,

      - Almost literally cannot go five seconds without starting an argument or being tox            (Specifically towards             Lukas)                  ,

       Following the unfortunate theme of          green being tox     despite it being grow             t              h,

- Petra

    (Season 1)

     Tox

 - Expecting them to find her          despite not vibin’                              the loc                                  at                                    ion,

     demeaning

  - Threats of         violence

    “Not getting punched in the face              for saying that             right now,”                   - Petra

       Coercion

      General authority assumption

      Separation Jesse         from his friends,        friends          separating/or         hanging out with          other friends            on their own will is non-tox

      Authority assumption- entitlement to excess

       Promises             an          lies           are                  pret              ty         useless

    (Season 2)

- Petra

     - Tox

        - General Tox

            - demeaning

            - Guilt tripping

               - Friend ship

               - Adventures

               - Lack o.                   Adventures                - End goal - Jesse helps her find the llama and threaten/coerce Stella, who she also has a toxic manipulator/manipulated relation ship with (through likely      intimidation         as Petra knows that Stella          has a             thing           w/th         Jesse        and         two          on          one          num           er            ical,             ,

        After               all

                  - when it’s                   discovered that Petra is                         retiring to champion city

    - gas light               ed,             (-claiming things to happen that didn’t really happen,)

     - Petra’s guilt trip of the treehouse;

       “ we used to hang out in the treehouse                all the time,” - Petra

        Show it            or it didn’t happen

           - to our knowledge                    never happened,

              - Emotional                      Abuse/

                       - “Friends,”

  - Jack

       - Bit non-tox except for some                 snips               at Nurm

       - The general having to          ‘one Up’             everyone,

 - Nurm

  (Od.       d      take         on   senti    e    nce

nar     rat ive  

tox,

        Pretty clear except for                 (apparent)             put down on Jack’s naming                convention

- Romeo,  

   Pretty similar to            Petra,

General Tox

   General       Authority      Assumption

- Emotional            Abuse

     - Guilt tripping

- Logical      abuse

     - Gaslighting

- Physical       abuse

   - Acts of         violence

        - Destruction                of un          Account             able           pro.        per            ty,         (Dif      ferent         from      ac      countable)           ,

    All of above;

     demeaning

      coercion

   - Threats of           violence

    - Apparent            murde             r

    - Abuse              of           sub            ordin           ates      Should not be        redeemed

    Xara

      - Straight up kills            a person

          Radar-

          Refusal to             read              the             vibes                 aka               Several misdemeanors               worth of tox           for general obsessive behavior unbefitting, unhealthy              and unnatural                       of a                   sentient,

[zuffer-weird-girl]

You guys know what time is it?

Let's just say that is...

NSFW time

WARNING: under the age of 18 is not recommended to read this so pls don't.

Run run lost boy...

Tge drawing Dow was made by @thewhitequeen2001

Walking on the deserts street of Japan was certainly not recommended by no one. Especially hearing of the humors of not only a gang, a yakusa, that terrified some of the civilians around this area... the heroes completely forgeting about this people. But also because of a urbandale legend of a creature that attacked others in searches of money and most importantly, what to eat...

You shook your head with a snort as you continued walking. Those were nothing but murmurs, you knew the yakusa that owned this dessert area of the city, and you couldn't care less since you were familiar with the future leader of the said yakusa, the Shie Hassaikai.

And about the creature? It was surely just some made up prank that some teenagers made of... that's at least what you and Chisaki had agreed about it.

Speaking of the said man, you sighed in the cold and picked up your phone once again. Nothing. When you meet Kai, sure he was a distant and cold man but little by little he was only strict and cold around the edges. You lost count on how many times this man presented you with gifts and how many times you had to discuss how it wasn't necessary.

You couldn't help but to catch feelings for the germophobic man... He wasn't all of what people talked of him, he had more to show to his world who he truly was. If only the world had your eyes instead...

But now? For about one week and a half, Chisaki avoided you like you were the plague. ... and you couldn't help but to wonder if you did something wrong...

You flinched at some sounds of footsteps coming from behind you, immediately turning around and grabbing your pepper spray only to find nothing... no one.

You could have swore there was sound of footsteps...

You furrowed your eyebrows, and continued walking with a uncertain feeling... Maybe if you knocked on the gates of the near yakusa house, Chisaki would be kind enough to let you sleep in..?

You felt your face beaten up at the mention and you only quickened your pace. The man was avoiding you and you were going to ask for a shelter?! Think (Y/n) dammit!"

You froze though when you saw a shadow crossing your path. It was a huge one and you were sure that shit right there wasn't a street animal!

A trash can fell on a near hallway and you almost screamed until you heard a little 'meow'. Your muscles relaxed at seing the little thing staring at you as you sighed in relief... maybe it was your head playing tricks again.

"Hey~" you cooed while kneeling down and extending your hand at the little ball of fur who purred at your touch "You scared me back there sweetie! You're lost?" The cat suddenly flinched away from your touch and started to hiss before he ran away from you.

"What..?" You blinked in confusion before hearing a low growl from behind your back, and you were sure that your heart stopped and the temperature had lowered more than just 10 degrees.

You gulped and didn't dared to move a muscle as you trembled in fear at a rough, with torn gloves, hand grabbed onto your shoulder. Whimpers escaped your throat as you heard little sniffles.

"P-P-Please let me g-go.." you almost cried and you felt the hand in your shoulder twitch... Dark brown hair suddenly came to your vision as the torn gloved hands came to hold you close trembling and pulled the mask that covered your captors face, showing how pants escaped his lips.

"(Y/n)..." a similiar voice growled low in the crook of your neck as his hands holded you close to his body.

"Kai?!" You shouted but soon let out a yelp when another growl escaped his lips accompanied with a sloppy kiss on the crook of your neck.

"What.. are you doing here?" He asked in a low voice as you squirmed our way out of his hold and gasped at how his golden orbs were narrowed in a animalistic way... fangs were at show as a fluffly pair of brown wolf ears were at the top of his head. He couldn't stop panting but he still manage to hide part of his face on his forearm.

"What.. happened with you?" You asked in worry but he soon pet out a groan when you threatened to come near him. "Okay.. no touch. I get it." You lifted your arms up.

He poked his eyes out, still panting like he had ran only God knows jow much of miles. Your heart suddenly seemed to break at how puffy and red they were... like the man you had a crush on was in pain.

"What happened? This was why you weren't talking to me?" You asked in the most saddest and softest voice you couldn't manage as a unknown sound came out of his throat... a low whine. A fucking whine.

"I.. Heat..." he grunted and fell on his knees, clinching his chest with a hand on it before letting out a howl. You widened your eyes at that and went to kneel in front of him "no... dont... dont touch me... go away, run."

"Stop being stubborn for once!" You exclaimed and went to help him stand up before you yelped when the man himself growled and quickly pinned you to the wall. You yelped and a hand came to muffle your sounds as the other holded you up, legs spread and him on the middle of it.

His glare somehow only was leaving you hot and bothered goddammit... and that little tent on the middle of his legs and grinding against you wasn't helping it.

"You know what is a werefolf?" He growled as you widened your eyes at how his glare was piercing through your soul, the pants ceasing a bit. "That's one of illness... I tried for years searching for a cure of it because I am fucking tired of those heats!" He barked in your face and you flinched as he scoffed while lowering hsi head to your chest, holding now both of your legs close to him.

"I-I can't control it... I can't!" He almost shouted as you hesitantly put your hands on his hair "And you." He growled and looked deep in your eyes making you gulp "Yeah.. you little bunny." He growled between teeth and grinded his hips against yours making you gasp hold him tighter "Didn't help it. At. All. I was trying to keep you safe from my animalistic side but I guess you were just begging to be chased and pinned down by the big bad wolf." He whispered lowly in your ear before kissing and nibbling on it.

Who was this?! What did they did to Chisaki?! WHAT THE HEAT DOES TO KAI?!

Were the thoughts on the back of your head as you couldn't help but take his wavering hands and hot and wet kisses around your neck.

"Hmm... I wouldn't like to just punish this little bunny angel I have right here..." he growled before looking at you straight in the eye before letting you down only for him to be picked up by bridal style. "I want to fuck this little bunny raw on a clean place at least... Wont you agree?" He nibbled on your ear and you almost felt your souls leaving your body at his words.

Fuck?!

.

.

.

Chisaki manage to jump through both walls of the Hassaikai and the windows and just throw you on the bed as be panted and palmed the tent on his pants.

"W-Wait Chisaki-" you waved your hands as he crawled on top of you and grabbed both of your wrists to pin down on the bed as he shook his hips against yours "I-Is not like-ah~" the bastard was sure going to leave more than one hickey on your neck "Y-You're in heat right? S-So is not like you w-want to s-so I dont want you getting-" your words were muffled by his lips connecting with your on a sweet and passionate kiss as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands.

Before you had the pleasure to taste his tongue on yours he broke away and stared down at you, ears ocassionaly twitching.

"I have my conscience still... The heat is just... hurts when you dont just deal with it." He spitted the worlds in disgust "Usually I would deal with them on my own but... after you appeared I couldn't help but to be... extremely attracted to you."

You blinked in shock at his words before he sighed, a painful sigh.

"I understands if you dont want to. I just lost it, forgive me I-" he tried to pull away but you quickly grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him back to another kiss, one which this time you shoved your to gue on his mouth... but your dominant side didn't last long since you ocassionaly lost the battle of tongue against him.

"Ah~" he let go of the kiss with a smug smile before you gasped at feeling his hand traveling down form your waist to your clit, he started to rub his fingers against the clothed area as he chuckled "So I take it that you do desire me... by feeling how wet your clothing is getting from just a few kissed and a simple-" he smirked hungrily at you gasping when one of his fingers entered sneakily passing through your underwear. "Touch."

"S-Shit Chisak-"

"Ah ah ah angel." He growled and pulled away his hands which made you immediately whine "Call me by name. My first name which only you can talk."

"K-Kai-" you whimpered, shaking your hips against his to get some friction which resulted for him to chuckled and torn your clothes away "KAI! MY CLOTHES!" You tried to cover your embarrassment as he stood on the bed and stripped bare in front of you, making you bite your bottom lip invonluarialy.

"Hush. I can buy another one." He growled while getting on top of you and pinning g you to the bed with a sick smile on his face "Now... where shall I start..?" He lowered his face, kissing the middle of your chest only to poke his tongue out to twirl around your right nipple.

"Kai come on!" You whined and tried to get some friction only for a hand to grasp your hips harshly making you still as the other hold your two wrists above your head.

"Naughty girl.." he growled before sucking harshly on your nipple before giving enough attention to the other one "So you just want me to fuck you here raw? Well, " he chuckled darkly while picking your clit again but this time with two of his digits and plumping them in and out while staring at you "Not completely since you aparently seem so wet and just ready for me cock, isn't that right?" He kitten licked your nipple and you threw your head back in embarrassment and lust.

Suddenly he let out his fingers and showed them to you with a unamused look yet a sadistic smile on his face.

"I wonder..." he licked one of his fingers directly, not breaking eye contact with you as he hummed "Not bad... Maybe I should consider on tasting you on my next heat..."

"N-Next-?!" You muffled your moans when you felt his cock entering you in one go as he moaned in the crook of your neck.

"Forgive me. The pain was not bearable anymore-" he panted, and you notice he was controlling himself to not just snap his hips against yours like crazy, his back and arms were all sweaty and trembling as he bolted on fhe flesh of your skin to ground himself.

Thankfully he gave you a few moments to adjust to his size as you breathed in and out along with him... when you mentioned he could go he started slow and still murmuring some praises and dirty words in you, yet you felt how he was trembling still.

"You're-" you panted as his face stood above you by hald a inch "You're holding back.. dont do it, i-if it hurts just go.." you moaned when the tip of his cock hitted just on the right spot.

"Dont make choices you will regret later." He panted, still slow on his pace until you holded onto his neck as you kissed him sweetly with a look that he swore was brighter than the full moon and even sun all together.

"I wont.. not if it is with you." You whispered and something in him snapped. All the chivalry and slow pace was throw out of the window as the bed creaked violently with his powerful thrusts. You swore he was so burried deep inside you every time he thrusted back in it felt like he was balls deep inside your whole being.

Something in you snapped when his member hitted repeatedly hitted your G-spot constantly and your orgasm hitted violently making you almost howl like Chisaki from before.

"Shit!" He cursed in your neck "You're tighter than I imagined-!" He gritted through teeth as he rode you down your orgasm before he looked at you with a dark look "I am going to breed you so hard for going out all alone in the dark my prey~" he growled in your ear with a smile as you widened your eyes.

Before you could even register the world "breed" inside your head, you felt roped of hot cum paint your insides and walls as he moaned lowly and continued thrusting until his orgasm reached an end.

You both panted before you started to pet his back on a comforting manner before widening your eyes in shock at the feeling inside your legs.

"You're still hard?!" He only lifted his head from you with a bored look as he arched one eyebrow.

"What did you expected? Is a rut after all." You blinked before his fangs appeared again at the smile it showed on his face with a dark and lustful look as his tongue licked his lips "Better hold yourself, because this is going through all night until I get soft again."

You gulped and just started to mentally prepared yourself to be fucked until your brain couldn't pronounce even a single world.

.

.

.

It was almost midnight when you woke up to pair of arms holding you close and your whole body was sore. You tilted your head up to see the reason why you were sore as you smiled at the sigh of a vulnerable Kai holding you so tight against his chest.

You went to just feel how much soft his wolf like ears were like before you felt a fluffly thing enveloping your waist as he groaned.

"Already awake?" He muttered as you stared in awe at the tail on your waist.

"You have a tail?!" You gasped and went to pet it but it was soon away from your grasp as you pouted and he scoffed.

"So what if?" He grunted as he got up and stretched it before sending you a look over his shoulders "Let's get a shower, we're both dirty and I am disgusted at only looking at myself covered in all sweat." You giggled at noticing his normal self was back before cursing when your legs almost gave out before the pair of Chisaki's arms got your body with a hidden worried look.

"You know... you said about your next heat huh?" You giggled as he picked you up and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"And I expect you to be here on all of them." He muttered.

"... So not even getting a dinner then since you already fucked my brains out -"

"Listem both of us know the feelings okay? Enough you brat." He growled as you giggled and nuzzled on him.

[sassyduckqueen]

One Bad Day- ML Prompts and One Shots 6

Whoo!! Finally did a Gotham/ ML crossover. The Valeska twins are my favorite characters from the show and I wanted to use my head cannon of them been the leaders of the jokerz gang in this so I did. Anyway, hope you guys like it :D Also warning Miss Bustier and Alya do not look good in this.

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"Dupain-Cheng," Alya's voice made her look up from her sketchpad. She sighed softly to herself as Lila and Sabrina stood next to her. All three had their arms crossed and sour looks on their faces. Marinette frowned to herself. Since Lila came back to school, she had made up so much stuff and convinced almost everyone that Marinette was the devil incarnate, which caused most of her class to bully her. Alya especially. She had turned from Marinette's best friend to one of Marinette's worst tormentors. She was also as bad as Lila herself. While most of the class bullied her, a few people didn't join but they weren't on her side either. Juleka, Rose and Mylene withdrew back into themselves, clearly effected by Lila's backhand compliments. Chloe stopped bullying Marinette but didn't stop others. She did look towards Marinette at the back as if she wanted to say something but then she would look afraid and shake her head. Nino didn't join in with the bullying either but like Chloe, he said nothing. Adrien, on the other hand... well... he still had his head in the sand and believed that Lila's lies weren't hurting anyone. She did have a small number of friends outside of the class though. Luka, Kagami and to her surprise, Adrien's cousin Felix had all joined her side and she had a budding friendship developing with Aurora but it was in the early stages. Never the less, she had high hopes for it. With another sigh, she looked at Alya who was still glaring at her.

 "What did I do now?" She asked in a tired tone. Alya sneered, clearly not caring about her former best friend.

 "We want you to give up your role as class representative," Sabrina stated as Marinette yawned. Both Alya and Lila smirked. It was their punishment for Marinette not falling into line.

 "Yeah, you're useless at the job and we don't want a bully to be our class representative," Alya declared in a nasty manner. She believed that Marinette loved the job and would beg for them not to take it from her. She was wrong. As soon as the words left Sabrina's mouth, Marinette felt instantly relief. She had long since grown tired of been the class representative. Hell, at this point, she hand it back to Chloe with no questions asked.

 "Ok," She stated, making the three girls blink at her in surprise. "I'm too busy to continue as class representative anyway. I'll tell Miss Bustier,"

 With that, she grabbed her bags and walked over to the teacher's desk as she walked in. Miss Bustier smiled and looked at her.

 "Is everything ok, Marinette?"

"Everything is great," She replied, rolling her eyes. Nothing had been great since Lila returned and took over her class. Nothing had been great since she was forced to accommodate for a liar. Nothing was great since she had been declared a bully because she didn't want to be friends with hers. Miss Bustier frowned. "I resign as class representative,"

 "Marinette? Are you sure?" Miss Bustier asked, not wanting to lose her as the class representative. She was so organized and great at planning that Miss Bustier barely had to lift her finger to do any work.

 "Actually, it was Lila, Sabrina and Alya who told me that they want me to give up my role and honestly, I'm more then happy to so yeah, I resign," She smiled before walking back to her seat and sitting down before looking at the stunned girls. "There we go. I'm no longer class representative,"

 The class was stunned, along with Miss Bustier but she shook her head and smiled at her students.

 "As Marinette has decided to retire as class representative, we will need a new one," Miss Bustier stated, completely ignoring the fact that Alya, Lila and Sabrina basically forced Marinette to resign. "Does anyone want to volunteer?"

 "I will, Miss Busiter," Lila stated, holding up her hands. Miss Bustier smiled.

 "Anyone else?" She asked but no one else rose their hands. They all were thinking the same thing. Lila had lots of connections. Lila knew lots of celebrities. Lila was the best choice to be the class representative. "Ok, if no one else wants to run then I declare that Lila Rossi is our new class representative. Congratulations, Lila,"

 "Thank you, Miss Bustier," The Italian smiled sweetly as she looked at the class. "I promise to do my best. Alya, will you be my duty?"

 "Of course, girl," She smiled as Marinette rolled her eyes. Once lunch rolled over, Marinette went to the classroom where the class representative met and told them what happened. They were shocked and disappointed but told her it was a good thing as she was getting more and more busy with her commissions anyway. She grabbed a folder that was practically bursting and wished them luck with the new class representative before heading to where Lila and Alya were having lunch. They began to glare at her as she walked over before she dropped the file on the table. Lila looked at it with uncertainty.

 "What is that?"

 "This is all of the notes, information and request forms on our class," She smiled sweetly before pushing it over to Lila. "These are all yours now. Now don't forget to send in permission forms three months in advance for trips outside of Paris. One month in advance for inside Paris. You'll want to prebook everything and use fund raisers to get the money. Oh and don't forget anyone's birthdays. For the last year, I've been setting up special birthday greetings on their desks, completely with a small present and a cupcake from my parents' bakery,"

 "Can't you do that still?" Alya asked but Marinette smiled sweetly.

 "No, I'm no longer the class representative," She replies, clearly happy. "That's now Lila's job. Oh and don't expect any free things anymore, Alya. Since we're not friends, you don't get the friend discount. If you want any food from the bakery, prebook and pay in advance. If you want a dress made, check out my website for a pricing list but make sure you don't leave it too late. Six months before an event is an acceptable time to order it. Do it any later and it will be rejected,"

 She turned to the rest of her class who were sat at their table.

 "In fact, that goes for all of you," She smiled before turning off and walking away. To Alya's surprise, there was a slight skip in her walk as if she was happy with the outcome. Alya sneered. That wouldn't last long when she sees what an amazing class representative Lila will be. 

 ~Time Skip~

 "Ok, class, I manage to secure us a week away to the USA," Lila grinned as she stood up in front of the class. Marinette was surprised for once. All of Lila's other attempts had been terrible but she guessed that she finally worked out how to do the work. Or at least she will when Lila reveals where they are going. The class were very excited as Lila smirked, believing they would be amazed. "We are going to...."

 She went silent, creating suspense. The class's minds were racing. Was it New York? Hollywood? Florida?

 "Gotham City!!" She squealed, expecting excitement but was met with silence and looks of fear. Everyone had heard of Gotham but not for good reasons. It was the city of Batman and his rogues gallery, who terrorizes the city. Lila took a deep breathe. "I know it has a bad rep but I promise you. Gotham is amazing. I've been there before and there is such a glamorous side to it that no one gets to see before the media is trying convince everyone it's super bad but a lot of those 'statics' are made up and there's hardly any villains anymore. I know Batman and he helps keep the streets safe,"

 "Really?" Rose asked, feeling a little scared. Lila smiled and nodded.

 "Gotham is truly amazing,"

 ~Gotham City~

 For once, Lila wasn't actually lying. Gotham really was amazing and somehow, she had gotten them rooms in the Gotham Royal hotel, which was one of the most expensive hotels in Gotham but Marinette still felt uneasy. Neither Chloe or Adrien were here and somehow, Lila had convinced Miss Bustier and the class that Gotham wasn't crime central. She had declared that the media had made it up to get a good news story and that the level of crime was the same as most other places. Somehow, the class and Miss Bustier believed that. Marinette only decided to go because she knew her class would get in trouble. She might be angry at most of them but she didn't hate them and certainly didn't want to them to meet their hands at the likes of the scarecrow or another rouge. As soon as the rest of the class and Miss Bustier was booked in and heading to the lifts, Marinette walked over to the desk and tried to get her room.

 "I'm really sorry, Miss but there's no reservations for a Miss Dupain-Cheng," The receptionist explained, frowning as Marinette sighed. Lila smirked over at her before playing the stupid card.

 "Oops, I'm so sorry, Marinette," She gasped, walking over and handing her a different hotel card. "I completely forgot to book you a room too. I was so stressed with all the preparations. I hope you're not mad at me,"

 "Not at all, Lila," Marinette smiled but she was fuming. She knew Lila did it on purpose but if she got mad or angry, Lila would spin it to make it look her fault. She turned to the receptionist who was frowning at Lila. "How much is a room for a week?"

 "It's $2,100," The woman gasped, feeling bad for Marinette. "I can take off 20% but my boss will fire me if I go any longer. It would be $1,680 with that discount,"

 Marinette sighed, knowing she couldn't afford it even with the discount this woman was offering her.

 "Is there a cheaper hotel nearby?" She asked, making the woman frown.

 "The Carmine Hotel is the cheapest hotel in Gotham," She explained, frowning. "Rates are $46 per night but its rough as hell and in the bowery area,"

 "I guess I don't have much choice," Marinette mumbled before she grabbed her suitcase. She turned to the receptionist and smiled kindly. "Thank you for your help and I'm sorry for wasting your time. Have a good night,"

 "Miss... here," The woman handed her pepper spray and a taser. "I hope you don't have to use it but this city is rough, especially at night,"

 "Thank you," Marinette smiled before taking it. She put it in her bag and looked back at where her class should but naturally, they had already gone to their rooms including Miss Bustier. She sighed and left the hotel before taking her phone out and googling the location of the Carmine Hotel. She sighed and began to head in the direction that Google maps pointed her in. She walked through the streets, frowning they changed from rather neighborhoods to graffiti covered ones. She kept her head low as she noticed prostitutes, gang members and drug dealers hanging around. She sped up and made her way to the Carmine Hotel. She came to it, just as the owner put out a sign that said closed for the night. She rushed over but he closed the doors and locked them, making her gasp as she knocked on the door. Panic began to fill her as no one answered before she sank down to the steps. She was really glad she wasn't in Paris right now as she wouldn't be able to let her fear overtake her. Tikki flew out of her pocket and hugged her holder.

 "It's going to be ok, Marinette," She whispered as Marinette began to cry from fear. She was alone in a city full of criminals and she had no where to stay. She knew Lila had done it on purpose but she had no proof. Tikki hugged her as she curled up in on herself and sobbed. Tikki rubbed her paw against Marinette's arm, trying to comfort her. Gradually, she stopped sobbing and just hugged herself as tears rolled down her face silently.

 "Why me, Tikki?" She asked, looking at the little god with big, sad eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?"

 "You did nothing wrong, Marinette," Tikki smiled, trying to reassure. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Come on, let's see if we can find a police station or somewhere safe,"

 Marinette nodded and got up, grabbing her suitcase. She began to walk through the streets again, wondering where she should go. Gradually, she came to an abandoned amusement park. Looking at Tikki, she figured that maybe she could do what Master Fu did and hide in a merry go round til the morning. She carefully slid through the gate and made her way into the amusement park. Tikki shivered as they looked around. All the broken rides looked sad and the whole place had a spooky feeling to it. She shivered as the wind blew, carrying voices and the echoes of footsteps on it. She gasped as she realized they were getting louder. She quickly picked up her suitcase and hid in the nearest ride, ducking down as two shadows appeared. One of them seemed to be attempting to do a cartwheel.

 "I'm bored!!" He stated, standing up straight before he grabbed something and threw it at the other. "Entertain me, Miah!!!"

 "I'm not a performing monkey, Jay," The other replied in an annoyed tone. "And you're always bored,"

 "Well, maybe if we were doing something instead of this, I wouldn't be so bored!!" Jay gasped, once again attempting to do a cartwheel. He laughed when he fell on his arse before backrolling and getting up. "Couldn't we gotten some ice cream before we came here?!"

 "No, you're already hyper as it is," The one called Miah replied as Marinette watched them. She couldn't see their faces but Miah appeared to be wearing a wide brim hat and a long coat where as Jay seemed to be in some kind of suit. "Besides, we're already here,"

 "Which reminds me... why are we here?" Jay asked as he did a hand stand before straightening up. Marinette could hear Miah groan in annoyance. "Hey, I don't like it here ok? Reminds me too much of the circus,"

 "It would," Miah muttered as the clouds moved in the sky, revealing the moon and allowing it to light up the park including the two newcomers. Marinette covered her mouth as she gasped in shock at their appearances. They weren't much older then herself but the two of them were some of the most terrifying people she had ever seen. Jay was dressed in a light gray tailcoat, black pants and a yellow shirt, completely with white shoes and gloves. His ginger hair was spiked up and he appear to have scars across his face and surrounding his eyes. The part that creeped Marinette out the most was the grin that had been carved his face. Miah, on the other hand, was wearing a dark coat with purple details, a black wide brim hat, extremely colorful shoes and a two toned pants. He wore sunglasses, despite it been night and did haven't a single scar. However, his skin was a ghastly shade of white and his lips appeared to be stained red, giving him a similar look to the Joker. In fact, both of them resembled the joker in some sort of way. Jay with his permanent smile and Miah with his chalky skin and red lips. "Anyway, we're because-"

 "Because?" Jay asked as Miah stopped talking.

 "Shh," He stated, looking around. Jay pouted but when quiet as Miah turned to him. "We're not alone,"

 Marinette's eyes widen in fear and she covered her mouth to cover her breathing as Jay tilted his head in confusion.

 "Are you sure you're not just hearing voices again, Miah?" He asked.

 "It wasn't a voice, you idiot," Miah replied, annoyed. "It was breathing and I know what my hallucinations sound like. They don't normally breathe!"

 Marinette was terrified at this point. She wasn't sure how things could have got worst but she was pretty certain she was about to be murdered. God, Lila would love that, wouldn't she? Despite her fear, she managed to keep herself from bursting into tears and began to question her sense. Why did she think it was a good idea to hide in an abandoned amusement park in Gotham? Maybe she would be ok if she bolted now. She could use Tikki to transform but before she could even think or say the words, a shadow casted over her as Jay leaned over and smirked.

 "Found ya," He grinned before grabbing her and dragging her out of the ride but before he could drag her to her certain death, she twisted his arm and threw him over her shoulder, slamming him into the ground before she bolted, prepared to leave her suitcase but she tripped over Miah's foot as he put it out, making her fall as Jay laughed. He got up and walked over as Miah leaned on against a candyfloss stand.

 "Huh?! She's just a kid!" Jay declared as Marinette curled up on herself, more concerned about protecting Tikki.

 "A tourist... clearly..." Miah stated, walking over before dumping her suitcase next to her. She looked at it as Jay straightened up. "I assume that's yours,"

 Marinette nodded.

 "I'm confused though... if she's a tourist, why is she here?" Jay asked, making Miah tap his chin with his fingers before he turned to him.

 "Wow, you actually had an intelligent thought," He stated, smiling a little. "But you raise a valid point... why is she here and not in a hotel?"

 "Please, don't kill me," She gasped, making Jay gasp in a dramatic way.

 "We don't kill children," Miah stated, making her look at him in surprise. "So why are you here and not in a hotel?"

 Neither of them expected Marinette to begin to cry when Miah asked her that but both looked at her with concern as she broke down in front of them. Through her sobs, she explained what had happened with her class and how she had been bullied because she tried to call out a liar. She spilled out everything to them. Not just what had happened tonight but for all of the things that had happened to her. She had repressed her feelings for too long and even though crying in front of two people she was sure were criminals was probably a bad idea, she couldn't help it. Lila on purposely refusing to book her into the hotel was the final straw. She was just glad that she wasn't in Paris. She flinched as Miah knelt down and handed her a handkerchief. She blinked in surprise and carefully took it, thanking him as she wiped her eyes. The sound of extra footsteps made the three of them look in the direction they were coming from before Miah straightened up.

 "Jay, could you take care of her while I attend to why we were here in the first place?" He asked, causing Jay to nod and turn to Marinette, who was still sniffing away her tears. 

 "Why don't we go get some ice cream?" He smiled, helping her to her feet and grabbing her suitcase. Marinette couldn't help but nod. "I know a diner that does it 24/7,"

 "Really?" She asked as Miah walked over to the newcomers and Jay led her away from the scene. It didn't take them long to get to the store. Once there, he ordered two scoops of Chunky Monkey and asked her what she wanted. They took a seat towards the back but Marinette noticed that the owner was terrified of Jay and that he didn't pay for the ice cream. She decided that it was probably best not to question it though. Jay happily dug into the ice cream as Marinette slowly ate hers. She had a lot of questions but wasn't sure how to ask them. "Um.."

 "Is the ice cream not good enough?" He asked, concerned before a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

 "Oh, no... the ice cream is good... great actually," She smiled truthfully before looking down. "I just have questions. Like why are you been nice to me? I'm guessing the two of you are criminals so it doesn't make sense,"

 "Huh... you're a smart one," He grinned before getting a mouthful of ice cream again. "Me and my broski are criminals but even criminals have rules and limits and you are upset, scared and alone in the most dangerous city in the world. Anything could happen to you and I guess older brother instincts kicked in. Point is we're not going to kill you or left you alone in a scary city that isn't even your hometown,"

 "How did-"

 "Suitcase," He stated, pointing to it as the door opened. Jay waved his hand as Miah looked around before he joined them. "No one from Gotham carries a suitcase with them,"

 "And also your accent," Miah stated as he waved down a waitress. She carefully approached as he smiled.

 "W-What can I get you, Mr Valeska?" She asked, shaking.

 "I would like a coffee. Black, two sugars," He stated before turning back to Marinette. "You're French right? I have to say your English is brilliant,"

 "Y-Yeah, I'm from Paris... um thank you... we're required to learn it in school," She mumbled, playing with her spoon as the waitress returned with Miah's drink before she rushed off again. "Um... I don't want to be rude but can I ask about...."

 She gestured to her face as she went bright red. She felt super rude asking but she was also extremely curious. The two nodded and looked at each other.

 "You want to tell her or should I?" Jay asked, making Miah frown.

 "I'll tell her," He stated, looking back at her. "Believe it or not but we were identical twins. I'm not sure if you know this but there was a villain called the Joker. Real nutjob and crazier then anything Gotham had ever seen before. No one knows his real identity and he just seemed to manifest overnight then one day, he just vanished. No one knows what happened. Some say the bat got him. I personally think his girlfriend, Harley Quinn, finally had enough and murdered him but no one knows for certain. Anyway, he had "fans". A lot of normal folk saw him as a beacon to say fuck it to the man but mostly they just kept quiet about it. A few of his fans, however, began to make their own gangs based on him. Most of them didn't last long but the Joy Boys and the Jokerz did,"

 Marinette nodded as he listened.

 "Well, we ran afoul of the Jokerz," Miah sighed. "You see we were you might call petty criminals. Nothing major. Stealing and cheating a few people in rigged games at the circus. Anyway, the Leader of the Jokerz, J-Man came to our circus and got pissed at us when we ripped him off. We brushed off his threats but that night, he had his gang break into the circus and kidnap us. They took us to ace chemicals and basically tortured us for 'cheating'. As a punishment, they decided to carve up Jerome's face, giving him a permanent smile and gave me a literal acid bath in the same acid that was rumored to have created the Joker. Hence, our very unique look,"

 "That's awful," She gasped, covering her mouth in shock. "Did you report it to the police?"

 The two of them laughed as if she had told a joke.

 "This is Gotham, sweetheart," Jay smirked. "Police do nothing, especially when they're paid to look the other way,"

 "Instead, we were branded insane and throw into Arkham Asylum. We were already a little insane from our life at the circus and the torture but been in the asylum... pushed us over the edge," Miah sighed as Marinette frowned.

 "Y'all could go insane with one bad day," Jay grinned before he smiled. "But don't worry. We got our revenge,"

 "As of right now, we are the current leaders of the Joy Boys and J-Man... well, he drove us mad so we simply returned the favor,"

 "He's basically a vegetable in the asylum,"

 "An eye for an eye. A mind for a mind," Miah smiled. Marinette shivered a little but to be honest, she could see where they were coming from. She wanted to get revenge on Lila. At first, it was to help her friends but Lila had been tormenting her so much that she just wanted to return the favor at this point... but she couldn't because she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, kindest girl in Paris and the superhero Ladybug. Even if she wanted to give into revenge, she couldn't risk feeling those feelings due to Hawkmoth. Adrien would hate her if she did and what would Tikki think? She would be so disappointed in her. 

 "Is there a bathroom in here I could use?" She asked. Jay pointed in it's direction and she rushed into there. She locked the door and took out a deep breathe as Tikki flew out.

 "Are you ok?" She asked, seeing the tears in Marinette's eyes.

 "I really wish I could get revenge on Lila right now," She whispered, sinking down to her knees. "I must be an awful person to think that,"

 "Of course, you're not," Tikki stated, placing her paw on her leg. "You have every right to be angry with her,"

 "I know but I can't get revenge on her like those two," She sighed, frowning. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I'm Ladybug. I'm suppose to be a hero,"

 "Only in Paris," Tikki pointed out, making her look at her with shock. "What? Ok...look, I'm not saying that you should murder or hurt Lila but maybe... those two could help bring well deserved Karma to her,"

 "You think I should ask them for help?"

 "At this point, yes," Tikki stated, making Marinette frown. "Marinette, I don't normally agree with people like those two. They are more Plagg's area but tonight we learnt that Lila was willing to let you wonder the world's most dangerous city on purpose. She was probably hoping you would be mugged or murdered and that is not right. Your class didn't offer to help you and Miss Bustier abandoned you so if you ask me, I think it's high time we knocked them down a peg or two and I think our new friends can help us do just that,"

 "But... I can't do that... right?" Marinette asked, clearly conflicted about Tikki's suggestion. Tikki gently placed her paw on Marinette's cheek.

 "Why don't you think it over?" She asked, getting a nod of the young girl before they both jumped at someone knocking on the door.

 "Are you ok in there?" Jay's voice asked through the door.

 "Fine," Marinette replied before splashing her face with water. Tikki flew into her purse before she walked out and headed back over to the twins. Miah was sipping his coffee as Jay dug into a second helping of ice cream. She noticed he had gotten her a second helping too. She sat down and slowly began to ate it before Miah made a noise. Both Marinette and Jay looked at him.

 "It just occurred to me that we haven't formally introduces ourselves," He mused before smiling and turning back to Marinette. "I'm Jeremiah Valeska and that is my brother, Jerome,"

 "Marinette Dupain-Cheng," Marinette stated, holding out her hand. Jeremiah smiled and shook it before she turned to Jerome. He shook it as well. "It's nice to meet you two,"

 "Likewise," Jeremiah nodded as Jerome looked at him.

 "Can we keep her?" He asked, making the other roll his eyes. Marinette blinked as she realized he had taken off his sunglasses, revealing that his eyes were in fact a pale acid green color but weirdly enough, it suited him. "I've always wanted a little sister. Hey, Mari, can we adopt you?!"

 "Well, I'm sure her parents would be disappointed if she got adopted by two villains," Jeremiah sighed before looking at Marinette. "How long you in Gotham for?"

 "It's suppose to be a week," She mumbled, getting a nod of both of them. She jumped a little as her phone pinged. She picked it up and blinked as she saw the time. Somehow it had become 4am. Letting a yawn, she checked the messages as the twins went quiet. Luka had sent her a message, wishing her luck with the trip, her parents had sent her a handful of messages telling her that they love her and to have fun and lastly, Lila had messaged her with the details of the event planned for tomorrow... well, what was technically today since it was 4am but with a threat at the end, telling Marinette not to show if she knew what was good for her. Marinette sighed softly and locked her phone, taking a deep breathe to try and center her feelings. The twins looked at each other with interest.

 "Say, Mari, you're really good at controlling your emotions," Jerome stated. 

 "I broke down in front of you,"

 "Yet here you are, clearly trying to calm yourself down and also you calmed down rather quickly earlier too," Jeremiah pointed out before leaning on his hands. "Why is that?"

 Marinette sighed before launching into a explanation about how Paris has it's own super villain. She explained that he wasn't like the Gotham types as he was trying to get hold of two very powerful items that could basically end reality itself and he has the two to transform people into super villains, giving them powers and everything. 

 "I know that everywhere has criminals but Hawkmoth manipulates everyone's feelings. You can't get sad or angry because he use it to make you evil," She sighed. "Cat Noir and Ladybug are trying to defeat him but it's hard so we repress our feelings. That way we won't get akumatized. My friend, Luka, taught me some breathing techniques to help me calm down as I tend to get worked up and over-react but it's been really hard to deal with repressed emotions with someone like Lila around,"

 "Lila?"

 "The liar I told you about," She sighed, making the twins nod. "She is horrid. She actually got me expelled and framed me for been a bully and the worst part is everyone, apart from a small handful of people and my parents, actually believe her. Her stories are so dumb as well. The reason why my class is Gotham is because she convinced them and my teacher that it isn't dangerous and that the media is just trying to make it look bad. She claimed to have helped Batman and single handedly defeat a number of villains, including the likes of the Riddler, the Joker and Bane,"

 "Seriously?" Jerome asked as Jeremiah giggled, clearly amused by the whole situation.

 "Yes and they believed her!" Marinette gasped. "She once claimed a napkin could gorge out someone's eyes. A napkin! But it gets worst! The boy who she "saved" from the napkin that I toss to her was wearing glasses!"

 At that point, the twins burst into laughter with tears in her eyes. Marinette couldn't help but smile a little.

 "She claimed that she got tinnitus from rescuing a rockstar's cat from a runway," She stated as they laughed even more. "Mind you, this rock star has had a crocodile for ten years and is severely allergic to cats!! But nope, Lila rescued poor Mr whiskers from the nasty airplanes! Oh and then there's the whole "I'm dating Damian Wayne and we're so in love. He's the sweetest boy ever. My damiboo is devoted to me!" Like seriously?! Who is she trying to kid?!"

 "She called him Damiboo?!" Jeremiah roared as Jerome cackled with laughter. "That kid is the coldest person in Gotham. Everyone knows that!"

 "On the plane here, she claimed that she was practically a Wayne, that Commissioner Gordon is her uncle, she was best friends with Poison Ivy and Harley, that she helped the Riddler go straight after she defeated him, that she cured the Joker and that thanks to her hard work, Gotham is the safest city in the world," Marinette explained, getting the boys to laugh even more. To the point where they were hitting the table with their fists. "I wish that I could just prove her wrong,"

 "Why don't you?" Jeremiah asked as he wiped his eyes with a napkin. "Her claims are so outlandish that it shouldn't be too hard,"

 "You'd think but no one in my class believes me and the one person who knows she is lying is convinced that her lies aren't hurting anyone and that if we expose her, she'll get akumatized again," She sighed, poking her ice cream with her spoon. "He's more concerned about her then me. What if I get akumatized? Do I not matter?"

 The twins frowned as she sighed.

 "And it's not like I haven't tried," She frowned. "Everytime I provide proof of her lies, it's brushed aside and she makes me look bad. I tried to tell everyone from the beginning that she's a liar but I was told I needed to stop been jealous and asked where's my proof. My ex best friend posted Lila's lies on her blog without fact-checking a single thing and yet has the nerve to demand proof off me then refuses to accept the proof I give her! 'A good journalist always checks their sources' yet she didn't even bother to try and ask the heroes if they're best friends with Lila. Nope, instead she posted it straight onto her blog and refuses to listen to reason. Even Lila was friends with the heroes, Alya shouldn't have posted that cause it makes her a target for Hawkmoth and the rest of Ladybug's enemies but nope, I'm been jealous!"

 "Why would you be jealous?"

 "Oh, I had a crush on the same guy as Lila did but that was ages ago now. My feelings for him died the moment he put hers before mine," She admitted. "Besides, I have a different love interest now and the class knows it yet they chose to ignore it because I must be jealous at the fact that Adrien is in love with Lila. As if. If they opened their eyes and actually took a good look, they would see how uncomfortable he is with her. I'm pretty certain the only reason why she is still clinging to him is because he doesn't know how to tell her or anyone that it actually makes him feel uncomfortable but as usual when I point it out, I'm just jealous that they're in love,"

 "Your class sounds like a piece of shit," Jerome stated, making Marinette sigh.

 "They're not... not really... before Lila came, they use to be so nice," She smiled sadly, causing the two brothers to look at each other. "Me and Alya were best friends, I was the class representative, Adrien was sweet and caring, the class cared about each other. We would support each other and try to help each other. I would bring in food from my parents' bakery and would help make them things like banners and dresses. It was nice and peaceful. They didn't hate me or think I was a bully. I mean sure I would get tired from staying up to make a dress or they would ask me last minute to do something or to help them but I didn't mind,"

 Once again, the two brothers looked at each others but neither said anything despite it been obvious that Marinette's class were using her. That was something they knew from personal experience and they also knew that it would only hurt her more if they told her that her class didn't care for her. She would deny it and get more upset. She would have to see it for herself and learn that lesson on her own. Besides, she had already been through enough for tonight.

 "You know if you want, we could help you get a little even with your class," Jerome suggested, making her look at him.

 "No... they don't deserve it..." She mumbled, playing with her hands. She was expecting the twins to try and convince her otherwise but they shrugged.

 "Ok but the offer still stands if you change your mind," Jeremiah stated, making her look at him. "Now why don't we find you a hotel to stay in for the rest of the week? I'm sure you don't want more nights like tonight,"

 She nodded and yawned a little. 

 "Thank you for helping me,"

 ~Later That Day~

 Marinette sighed to herself as she arrived at Wayne Tower. She didn't want to go but she also knew that there were assignments on this trip that would affect her grades so she had no choice but to turn up. She frowned when she saw the group and Miss Bustier talking to one of the workers of Wayne Tower. Lila noticed her and narrowed her eyes before whispering something to Alya, making her ex best friend smirk and nod. She frowned, knowing she would have to be extra careful. However, she had a nice hotel room in Gotham's ritz hotel. It wasn't quite as fancy as the royal hotel but it was nice and not in a rough area. Jeremiah and Jerome had gotten her a great deal, causing her room to practically be free. Despite been criminals, they were extremely charismatic and charmed the hotel staff into giving her a huge discount and free breakfasts for the full week. They also gave her a number she could contact them on if she needed help. She was honestly quite surprised at how nice they were been to her. She offered to buy them breakfast as a thank you but they told her it's fine and that she owes them nothing. She put it down to their older brother instincts. She took a deep breathe and walked over to the class as Miss Bustier spotted her.

 "Ah, there you are," She smiled, not even asking to see if she was ok or if she got a hotel to stay in. "Alright, class, let's head inside,"

 Marinette sighed and followed the class in. She rolled her eyes when Lila began to talk but ignored it, just keeping herself to herself. Honestly, she couldn't wait to head back to her hotel and spend the rest of the day doing what she wanted. She frowned to herself as she saw Lila whispering to Alya again. She wasn't impressed with the smirks that they were wearing and it made her feel paranoid. The tour continued through the morning and yet Lila or Alya did nothing. Finally, lunchtime rolled around and just like in school, Lila got everyone she could to carry her stuff. Marinette rolled her eyes and brought herself some lunch before sitting down away from everyone else. She slipped a cookie to Tikki, who happily munched on it before continuing to eat. She was quite happy enjoying her meal when Alya walked over and slammed her hand on the table, making her jump.

 "What the hell is wrong with you, Marinette?!" She practically screamed, making Marinette look at her fear and widen eyes. "Lila tried her damn best to get the best thing for us and you blame her for making one mistake?!"

 "Wh-what are you talking about?" Marinette gasped.

 "Blaming her for forgetting to book you a room," She growled, making Marinette frown before she sneered darkly. She snatched Marinette's drink. "I think I should teach you a lesson,"

 Before Marinette could do anything, Alya proceed to throw the drink over and then dumped the rest of her foot on her. Tears welled up in Marinette's eyes, making Alya laugh.

 "Good, you're so pathetic," She sneered. "I'm glad I decided to stop pretending to be your friend,"

 "W-what?" Marinette gasped, looking shocked. Alya laughed at her reaction before smirking darkly at her.

 "Did you actually think we were friends?" She asked in a bitchy manner. Marinette say nothing. "Because we weren't. I only befriended you because you had a use. You gave me free stuff and food but since you don't do that anymore... well, you're no use to me or the rest of the class,"

 "B-But... we were... friends?"

 "News flash! I was using you! All of us were and you were so desperate for friends you couldn't see it," Alya snarled, causing the tears in Marinette's eyes finally fall. She jumped up and ran as fast as she could but tripped up, causing the class to laugh. She rushed as fast as she could out, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes as she ran. She didn't care who she ran into but gradually she slowed down. She wrapped her arms around her waist as she walked. As she walked, the sky darkened and rain poured from it. She finally came to a stop and just fell onto her knees, tears sliding down her cheeks as she shook. Alya was never her friend. She was using her... so was the class. They didn't care for her. They just saw her as an easy target and used her for what they could. They weren't good people that were been misguided by a liar. Lila's appearance didn't force them to change. She just brought out their true colors. Adrien wasn't a kind guy. He was a doormat who cared more about Lila's feelings and keeping the peace then Marinette. Alya wasn't a fun loving, kind girl. She was a selfish, arrogant fool and she was never Marinette's friend. None of the class were. She was nothing more then a joke to them. A small giggle escaped her lips through her sobs as she thought about it. She was a laughing stock and never released it. They were using her and she was too stupid to see it. Her sobs slowly turned to laughter as she realized the whole situation. They didn't care for her. Everyone had chosen Lila over her even though she never forced them. They saw her as a bully, despite knowing that she would never do that. Her class were full of wolves and sheep. Her laughter turned manically as she slammed her fist into the floor. Tikki flew out of her purse and hugged to her cheek.

 "Marinette?" She asked as she continued to laugh. "Are you ok?"

 "I'm... fine..." She giggled, wiping her eyes before she cupped Tikki in her hands and gently kissed her head. "I just realized that the class see me as a joke and I finally got the punchline..."

 "Oh, Mari..." Tikki sighed, hugging her cheek as Marinette took out her phone and called the only people who had shown her actually kindness in the last 24 hours.

 (***)

 "Here we are," Jeremiah smiled as he handed Marinette a fresh cup of hot chocolate. She smiled and muttered a thanks. As soon as she contacted them, they sent one of their hench women to pick her up. Ecco had located her quickly and brought her back to their hideout, which was an underground bunker. Jerome was sat on the sofa, watching some cartoon and Ecco had disappeared. Marinette took a sip of the drink and smiled a little as it warmed her up. "Ecco's gone to go find you some fresh clothes,"

 "Thank you," She muttered as he sat down next and looked over some blue prints. "What are those?"

 "Designs for the Riddler. Usually, he makes them himself but he wanted a maze this time round. I have experience with them and well we needed the money," He replied, drawing something. Marinette leaned over. 

 "It looks cool," She muttered. "Are you good at solving them?"

 "Yes but I also like designing them," He replied, turning to her. "I designed this bunker actually. It's a maze,"

 "Really?" She asked as he looked through the blue prints before placing one in front of her. She looked at it and nodded, tracing her finger along the escape route.

 "Impressive,"

 "I'm good at solving problems," She muttered, smiling as Ecco came back in, holding some clothes in her arms. She gestured to her, causing Marinette to follow her and showed her the bathroom, which Marinette was grateful for. 

 "I figured you would want a shower to get that drink out of your hair," Ecco smiled before handing her a towel and fresh clothes. "You can use my stuff to clear yourself and to wash your hair. It's on the left hand side,"

 "Thank you, Miss Ecco," She smiled, causing Ecco to smile a little.

 "You can just call me Ecco. No need for Miss," She smiled, getting a nod of Marinette. "I'll wait here so you don't get lost when you're done,"

 "Ok," Marinette nodded before disappearing in the bathroom. It didn't take her long to get her shower but when she came out, she looked a lot happier. Ecco took her old clothes from her and showed her back to where the boys were before disappearing again. Jerome looked over as she walked in before the two of them moved and took a seat on the sofa. She sat down on the armchair and played with her hands.

 "Now that you've had a shower and feel a little better, want to tell us what happened?" Jeremiah asked, making her sigh before she launched into an explanation. She explained how Lila had threatened her in a text last night and how she told Alya that Marinette had had a go at her for not booking her a room at the other hotel. Jerome happily pointed out that Marinette had every right to blame Lila as it was her fault. Marinette nodded and continued with her story, explaining why she was covered in a drink when she got here. Both of them looked pissed off when she revealed that Alya had poured her drink over her and threw her lunch on her before calling her names and revealing to Marinette that they were never friends and that she was only using her. Marinette sighed and sadly explained that she realized that her class actually didn't care for her. Sure, some of them weren't as bad as the likes of Alya or Lila but Lila's appearance had simply brought out her classmates' true colors and it wasn't good. They were either bullies or cowards. She sighed, looking sad as she finished her tale.

 "So what do you want to do about it?" Jeremiah asked, making her look at him.

 "Yeah! Are you gonna let them get away with treating you like shit or are you finally gonna do what you should have done in the first place and put them in their place?" Jerome asked. Marinette frowned a little and looked down.

 "I can't..." She whispered, looking down at Tikki who gave her an encouraging smile. She looked up at the twins. "Look... what I'm about to tell you must never be repeated to anyone ok?"

 "We can keep a secret," Jerome grinned, getting a nod of Jeremiah. Marinette took a deep breathe.

 "You remember I mentioned that Paris has two heroes, Chat Noir and Ladybug?" She asked, getting a nod of them. "Well... I'm Ladybug..."

 Both boys reminded silent as they stared at her in surprise.

 "Great... now you hate me because I'm-"

 "How the hell did you become Ladybug when you're like... what 15?!" Jerome shouted, making her jump as Jeremiah frowned.

 "That explains a lot," He muttered, looking at her but to her surprise, neither of them looked at her with hatred but with sorrow. "No wonder why you refuse to break. You literally can't afford to,"

 "She's 15, Miah!! She shouldn't be a superhero!!" Jerome screamed, standing up. "She should be having fun, not fighting a fucking supervillain!"

 "Agreed," Jeremiah nodded. "How long have you been a superhero?"

 "Since I was 13," She admitted, causing Jerome to scream and kick something while Jeremiah frowned. "You don't hate me?"

 "Contradictory to popular belief, we don't hate heroes," Jeremiah explained. "Without heroes, villains wouldn't exist but what I'm more interested in is how you became Ladybug? Are you a meta?"

 "Oh, no," Marinette stated, lifting her hair. "I can't tell you the details but it's basically magic,"

 "Magic is real?" Jeremiah asked, frowning as Jerome ranted angrily. "I take it no one knows your identity,"

 "Well, Master Fu does but that's because he gave me my miraculous,"

 "Miraculous?" Jeremiah asked as Jerome went silent. She explained that it was a magical jewel that gave her the ability to transform into a hero. "Fascinating,"

 "Does this Master Fu help you fight this Hawkbitch?!"

 "Um... no..." Marinette muttered. "I have my partner Chat Noir but it's our responsibility to defeat the akumas and find hawkmoth,"

 "An adult gave you that kind of responsibility?!" He screamed. Marinette nodded. "Oh my fucking god!! Right, we're killing him!! What kind of fucking adult dumps that kind of responsibility on a kid?! Even Jim fucking Gordon or Batman would do that!!"

 "The Robins are children,"

 "Yes but Batman is always with them and actually does the majorly of the fights! The Robins are side kicks, not full time heroes!" Jerome declared before stopping for a second. "God, it really tells you how fucked up a situation is when a villain like me is questioning it. Anyway, what has this gotta do with you not been able to get even with your classmates?"

 "I'm a superhero," 

 "Yeah but only in Paris," Jerome countered. "You're in Gotham City, sista! I think it's time to let loose, get even and have a little fun!"

 "I'm with Jerome on this one," Jeremiah stated, making Marinette bit her lip. They watched as she got up and began to talk to something. Jerome rose an eyebrow before she walked back over. To their surprise, a red blur suddenly flew from her pocket, revealing Tikki to them. "Uh... Jerome... you're seeing that little red thing right?"

 "Yep..." 

 "Ok, cool..." Jeremiah muttered in relief. "I thought I was hallucinating again,"

 "Hello," She smiled, making Jerome jump onto Jeremiah and scream.

 "It talks!!" He screamed, making Marinette giggle.

 "It's ok," She reassured, gesturing towards Tikki. "This is Tikki. She's a kwami and agrees with your suggestion of having some fun,"

 "What the hell is Kwami?" Jeremiah asked, shoving Jerome off him before looking at her. "Um... no offence,"

 "None taken," Tikki smiled. "Also Kwamis are basically gods. We were created when certain ideas came into existences. I'm the kwami of creation,"

 Jeremiah blinked and looked like he was having an existential crisis.

 "Everything I know is a lie..." He muttered as Jerome sat up. "Gods are real..."

 "I'm guessing you don't believe in gods?"

 "Not my cup of tea," He replied, frowning as Jerome looked at Tikki before holding out his finger.

 "Jerome Valeska," He grinned as she shook it.

 "Tikki, kwami of creation," She smiled. "It's nice to meet you,"

 "Likewise," He smiled. "Though it's my first time meeting a god,"

 "So now that formal introductions are done, shall we make a plan?" Marinette asked, smiling a little. 

 ~A Few Days Later~

 "I'm so sad that we only have two more days left in Gotham," Lila stated, pouting as Alya sighed as well. Truth be told she couldn't wait to get out of this godforsaken city but it had served a purpose. None of the class had seen Maribrat since the Wayne Tower incident. Lila hoped that she had been killed and dumped in a ditch somewhere. It would serve her right for trying to expose Lila for what she was. Shaking her head, she sighed gently as the class walked to the Crystal Palace that was a mall. Lila was glad. She could finally get some new clothing. She could try and get some free stuff by throwing around the Wayne and Agreste names. She turned to Alya. "I wish I could off helped Batman a little more,"

 "Don't beat yourself up, girl," Alya assured as they walked through the mall with the rest of the class. "You should be impressed with yourself. Thanks to you, Gotham is a safe city again,"

 "Yeah, I supp- is that a jack in a box?" Lila asked as she stopped, along with the rest of her class. To their surprise, the mall security had cornered it off, called the police and had began to evacuate the area while the police checked over the box. An officer walked up to the class and began to order them to leave the area. Miss Bustier, however, tried to argue.

 "With all due respect, it's just a big box," She pointed out but the guy gave her a dead pan look.

 "Last box we had like that turned out to be a bomb. Now please move-" He stated but suddenly, a bunch of clowns holding machine guns suddenly came out from the different shops and shot into the air, causing Miss Bustier and her class to scream. The security guard took out his gun and pointed it at the clowns.

 "GCPD!!" He shouted, clearly not impressed as the rest of his officers took out his gun. A couple of the clowns began to shoot, causing the officers to shoot back.

 "ENOUGH!!" A voice shouted, making the clowns stop shooting. The officer frowned and lowered his gun slightly as a young man dressed in a black pin stripped trousers, a red shirt and a purple jacket walked out. His dark green hair was gelled back. Lila gasped in horror as she saw his face. She knew he wasn't the joker but he resembled him. He was holding up his arm and had something in his hand. He stopped and smiled as. "Dead man's switch! You're familiar! Another trick me and my brother have. Only this one's more advanced then the last. You shoot me, my thumb loses and then... boom, boom, boom... now I have several bombs sprinkled through the mall but of course, that's not the only trick up my sleeve,"

 A few clowns marched out with a couple of hostages as well, followed by another young man. The class gasped in fear as they saw the scars and the smile that was carved into his face. He was wearing similar pants to but his shirt was yellow and he had a light gray jacket with white boots and gloves. His ginger hair was spiked up and he had a shot gun slung around his side. He was also holding a dead man's switch.

 "Jimbo!! It's been a while!! Hey, are you and that cute doctah still together?!" He shouted, grinning. James turned his gun on him but he tutted, holding up . "Uh, uh, uh!! You shoot me and boom, headless people,"

 "Man, I hate this family," One of the other office stated as James lowered his gun. Miss Bustier's class were clearly scared, expect for Lila. She was thinking how she could spin this into a fantastic story. "What the hell do you two circus freaks want this time?!"

 "This is our little sister's welcome party," Jeremiah smiled, making the police officer groan as James looks at them in confusion.

 "Little sister? You don't have a little sister!" James shouted as the officer groans.

 "Another Valeska?!" He gasped. "Sure, bring out some crazy broad!!"

 "I wasn't always crazy, Officer," A girl's voice stated, making me everyone look at her as she skated over to them. She didn't look like the twins. She had dark hair that was placed in space buns and wore a pink and blue jester's outfit with roller skates on, that were mismatched along with her stockings and gloves. Her make up was simple. She had stripes under her eyes and a tear drop on her left cheek. Her lips were ruby red and her eyes were a bluebell shade. James frowned as he realized her accent was french. She wasn't originally from Gotham. "But you know what they say. Y'all can go insane with one bad day,"

 "Marinette?" Alya gasped, causing the clown girl to look at her.

 "I'm not Marinette anymore," She stated. "I'm Miss Fortune,"

 "Marinette, you ne-" Miss Bustier stated but she stopped when she saw the look on Marinette's face.

 "Ah, Miss Bustier... you use to be my favorite teacher," She smiled sweetly. "Until you took the side of a liar that is. Did you ever consider that Lila hadn't booked me a room on purpose?"

 "Marinette, I can't-" Lila stated but was cut off by Marinette's insane giggle. 

 "Oh but Lila. I'm not angry at you," She smiled in a psychotic way. "In fact, I want to thank you. You see I never would have met my brothers if you hadn't pushed me over the edge, turned my whole entire class against me, convinced them I was a bully and of course... if you had booked me a room in that hotel. Thanks to you, I met the Valeska twins and it's a real eye opener when two villains were more compassionate then my own class and teacher! Without you, I never would have realized that I'm a fucking joke to you fair weathered friends! It doesn't matter that you lied about everything. Cause they should have trusted me. That's what friends do! But no, instead, they claimed I was jealous! Refused to give me the benefit of a doubt! Well since I don't have friends, I thought why not make some new ones. Turns out most of the Gotham villains really, really hate liars and bullies,"

 "What the hell, Marinette?!" Alya screamed as James looked at her. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Just because Lila is better then-"

 "Lila? Better then me? That will be the day!!" She grinned, laughing in a way that made Lila uncomfortable. "Lila isn't better then me and I'm here to prove it. Unlike you. Jimbo, you're the commissioner right?"

 "Yes?"

 "Do you know Lila?" She asked, pointing at her. James looked over and frowned.

 "No... I don't,"

 "Really? Cause she claims to be your niece!" Miss Fortune stated, reeling off and debunking every liar Lila had said about Gotham before exposing the class and Miss Bustier too. She went into detail about how she broke down and how Miss Bustier didn't even help her find a place to stay. The more she revealed, the angrier James and his officers got. The focus was no longer on the Valeska brothers but on the french teacher. To her horror, she was arrested for child endangerment and negligence. Lila wasn't arrested for anything but neither was Marinette. In fact, she broke down and to the officers' surprise, the Valeska brothers stayed with her. They didn't even put up a fuss when they were arrested but insisted that Marinette was innocent. For the first time in his career, James decided to look the other way, refusing to arrest Marinette. She was taken down to the GCPD along with the Valeskas and the rest of her class. James connected a few of his friends to get the french class out of the city and back to their homes. Thanks to Bruce Wayne, it only took a few hours before they were all sent home.

 ~A Few Weeks Later~

 Lila unlocked the door to her home and smirked, noticing it was once again empty. Her mother had pulled her from DuPont after the whole Gotham incident, shocked that her teacher would arrange such a dangerous trip for her class. Of course, she had kept her mother in the dark about her role in it and while she wasn't able to paint Marinette as a true villain, she still spun the story to seem like a hero in it. Last she hear was that Marinette was in therapy and had left DuPont as well, Miss Bustier was fired and the rest of their class had realized the truth, not that it made a difference now. The damage had already been done and she was still doing more. She walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. She turned on the lamp and dropped it in shock as she noticed two people in her living room. Her eyes widen as the twin with the carved smile took out a blade as his brother sat in the armchair.

 "Hello, Lie-la," Jeremiah stated. "Our little sister sends her regards,"

 ~Bonus Scene~

 "Whoooo!!" Marinette giggled as she sat in the trolley. Jerome was running full speed, pushing her through the shop as the security chased them. Jeremiah was holding onto the edge of the trolley, laughing as well. The three of them jumped away, letting it crash into some where before running off. They headed into the nearest store and straight to the toy section. Jerome grabbed a toy light saber and threw it at Jeremiah who caught it before he grabbed a second one. Marinette laughed as the two of them began to fight each other, making noises as they did. Jerome paused the fight and gave her his light saber before helping her onto his back. Once she was comfortable, they resumed the fight with her and Jeremiah fight as Jerome carried her on his back.

 "Die, Sith scum!!" Jerome shouted, causing Marinette to laugh.

 "My force powers are too great for you, Jedi fool," Jeremiah replied back as he climbed on the table and kicked the display. "Oh, security is coming!!"

 "Retreat!!" Jerome screamed, running off with Marinette on his back. Jeremiah jumped down and ran with them, grabbing a bag of sweets on the way out. 

 "Best day ever!!"

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Raku Plays Her Fave Games: Xenoverse 2 Edition (sort of)

I’ve been playing a lot of Xenoverse 2 lately, in between holiday prep. Recently I also found out how to take screenshots and save them on a flash drive, so I thought I’d share some of them (behind a cut of course). I didn’t bother to run them through an image editor or anything, so apologies for them looking pretty lazy.

Below a cut so as not to uglify your blog or possibly spoil anything. Also, some rambling. Let’s go!

XV2 allows you to import some things from the first game, which is nice. If you choose to import one of your characters from there, they get this holographic statue in the middle of the shopping district. So there he is, family man and reluctant everyman (everySaiyan?) hero of Toki Toki City, Spinach. I should probably boot up the first XV again sometime so I can get some good pictures of him as well.

The young lady up front in the ridiculously purple gi is Aloe, my character for the current game. Her backstory is long and very VERY unfinished, but the gist of it is she’s a Saiyan hybrid who grew up on a tiny boring trading planet far, far from Earth. She was given the opportunity to be a Time Patroller as a 20th birthday present from a friend - or rather, that friend’s mysterious leader, who asked to remain anonymous. (Aloe saw the high school here and said, “Seriously? I have to go to school again??! Please no...” Luckily you never have to set foot inside the school if you don’t want to, nothing really happens there unless you unlock certain scenes.) 

Also in this area are these two cuties who quiz you on Dragon Ball lore. I don’t know if they’re dating, just good friends, or what their deal is, but I love ‘em and wish ‘em well in any case.

By the way, yes, there really is an NPC named Whamcharge. You’re reading that right. Nearby is another NPC, a Namekian simply named Large. I hope that’s short for Big McLargeHuge.

Not far from them is this binch, who already had my character’s name >:(  I would change it, but I can’t really think of anything I like better.

Best instructor

Also best instructor (he doesn’t look happy here for some reason :( )

A rare not-posing moment with the Captain. (I got a good bit of mileage out of the armor she’s wearing here, which is Ginyu Force Black plus Demon Ninja suit pants and boots from the Battle Suit Turtle set - I think. One of the Turtle sets, anyway)

This asshole

(...okay, okay, to be totally fair, I was genuinely surprised by some of his responses to things like, say, who you’re currently studying under. Surprisingly insightful. And hey, couldn’t have gone Super Saiyan without his help. For very broad definitions of “help.”)

This even bigger asshole :)

Actually, those of you reading this familiar with the game, you know that’s where your current instructor stands. So basically we voluntarily asked to get coached by said asshole XD

In this game, asking a character specifically to be your mentor basically boils down to a friendship mechanic. If you talk to your mentor often, wear certain items, and bring them along on quests and such, it raises their friendship level, which gets you a few minor benefits. The only one I really care about is there’s a chance they’ll show up and help you out on a mission if you’re getting your ass kicked badly enough.

More interesting to me, their dialogue also changes to reflect their judgement of you. Some characters open up to you a bit, some are genuinely proud of you and/or themselves, some grudgingly acknowledge your strength. This guy though? Goes from “Sure, I’ll train you, I’m bored anyway, keep me entertained with a good challenge or I’ll absorb you and possibly everyone else here” to “Ehhh, this was kind of fun, I suppose it would be more of a benefit to actually have you around instead.”

(insert the “I don’t know what I was expecting” meme)

But he will fly in and save you just like any other mentor, so...possibly he likes you more than he says? Up to personal interpretation, I guess. I would like to think that’s the case, but it’s also very likely that...well, that’s about as much as he can change, given what he is. I’m not sure, I’d have to set him as Aloe’s mentor again and re-read what he actually says - I’m relying on memory, which in my case is never a good idea.

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Anyway, I like the game so far. I try not to think too hard about the plot, what little there is...it’s an excuse for fanservice, I knew that going in, I’m okay with it. This is also one of the only fighting games I’ve ever played in my life, and I’m trying to actually learn combos and not just mash the same buttons over and over. Emphasis on the word “trying”. Not easy, in the heat of the moment, when your character’s out of stamina and being flung around the arena like a sack doll. But again, trying. The screenshots I took above are from the base game; recently I upgraded to the newest version and I’m...not sure I like it as much now? They added a bunch of features, some seem okay, others I’m really not interested in.

I know just a few sentences ago I said there was hardly any good plot to speak of, but I still want to know where they’re going with this - and at any rate, I’m more interested in that than in anything multi-player related. So like the first game, I’m not sure if I’ll play much once I’m finished with the main story line, though there is a DLC set of quests that your character does along with their mentor that I’m interested in. And it has - as I’d originally hoped - kind of got my imagination kind of working again and my mood up a little bit.