#meggy spin-off

[holly-opal]

Smg4 Mr. Puzzles x reader fanfiction

Mr. Puzzles adjusted his bowtie and went on stage, he snatched the microphone and waved to the audience. "Hello everyone! Welcome to tonight's amazing gameshow!" The audience was dead quiet. Mr. Puzzles pulled out a gun and shot the air. Everyone started clapping and cheering for him. He cleared his voice. "In today's show, six contestants will play intense games in order to win 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Plus, win a giant plate of spaghetti!" The crowd cheered and clapped as the contestants walked on stage; Smg4, Smg3, Mario, Luigi, Meggy, and [Y/N]. "My my! I gotta say, you all look dashing tonight. Especially you, [Y/N]~" Mr. Puzzles said, winking at them. They blushed and looked away, very flattered. Mr. Puzzles clapped his hands and the room went dark, and when the lights went back on, there was an obstacle course where it required you to climb on a wall, walk on lava, jump around the spinning sticks, escape the knuckles, etc. Mr. Puzzles blew his horn and the contestants went straight into action.... Except for Mario but who cares.

As they made it to the lava course, they found it difficult to navigate the hot lava. Mario ended up throwing his brother in it and jumped on him, all while he screamed in pain. [Y/N] tried to hop on the tiny rocks, sweating profusely as they tried their hardest to balance themselves. Mr. Puzzles noticed [Y/N] struggling and snapped his fingers, and big rocks rose up from the lava, making a straight path for them to cross. As they made it across, 4 actually tried to hop on the path as well..... It disappeared and he burned to death lmao.

The four contestants now had to jump over the spinning sticks and make it across. They kept getting knocked over by the sticks and [Y/N] kept getting hit by some of them. Mr. Puzzles didn't like that so he snapped his fingers. When one of the sticks was about to hit [Y/N], it fazed through them and did not even leave a scratch. "What the fu-" 3 said before getting bitch slapped off the platform. Now they were in the final obstacle, the knuckles. They chased the contestants around, wanting to bite their pingas. Meggy started punching all of them out of her way and Mario was straight up getting his body eaten by the knuckles, Meggy grabbed his head and started carrying him out. The knuckles cornered [Y/N], growling and foaming at the mouth, [Y/N] was shaking in fear. Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the knuckles were suddenly very nice to [Y/N] cuddling with them and wanting head pats. Finally, Meggy and Mario made it to the finish line together, they both collapsed to the floor exhausted. [Y/N] calmly walked into the finish line with a knuckles in their arms. Mr. Puzzles got on stage again. "And we have a winnnerrrrrr!! Congratulations [Y/N], you won 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Meggy and Mario both yelled "WHAT?!" in unison. [Y/N] was very confused, seeing as they were the last ones to cross the finish line.

"What the hell?! But me and Meggy crossed the finish line, you unfair ass!" Mario protested. Mr. Puzzles ignored the two and took [Y/N]'s hand, he pressed his screen against it, kissing their hand. [Y/N] blushed at the gesture before getting drowned by the huge amounts of money. Mr. Puzzles said goodnight to the audience and the show stopped..............

[Y/N] crawled out of the money pile and saw that the entire place was dark and empty. Did they leave without them? They looked around for a bit and saw a shadow dragging the bodies of Meggy and Mario. [Y/N] followed them into a closet. The closet has dozens upon dozens of TV's. Some were old while some with very new, they were also extremely broken. [Y/N] noticed that there was piles of DVDs with media such as "Mario's Mysteries", "Once upon an Smg4", and "Scooby Mario". [Y/N] felt someone cover their mouth and wrap their arm around their waist. They screamed and struggled. "Oh don't be afraid, darling. I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." Mr. Puzzles said. He let go of [Y/N] and they started to walk back in fear. Mr. Puzzles had the same smile he always had, but they could tell that he was angry. Mr. Puzzles walked towards them until [Y/N] hit the desk, he looked menacing to them. His tall figure didn't help much. The stress got to them and [Y/N] started to cry, Mr. Puzzles kneeled down and put his hands on their face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. You look hideous when you cry. Everything will be alright. I just need to rearrange a few things." And with that, Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the screen glitched out. A 'please stand by" card appeared for about five minutes before cutting back to Mr. Puzzles and [Y/N] in bed together. The sun was rising outside, creating a romantic atmosphere for the two lovers. They were both in their pajamas, Mr. Puzzles was spooning [Y/N] and caressing their face. Mr. Puzzles held them close to his chest, it was as if he was afraid to let go of them. "You'll never leave me, right?" He asked. [Y/N] turned around to face Puzzles and put a hand on the side of his TV thingy and kissed him. [Y/N] shook their head, assuring Puzzles that you won't leave him. Ever. Puzzles smiled and they both continued cuddling.

"Mine. You're all mine. And you'll never leave." Puzzles said. [Y/N] smiled and nodded.

Da end.

#smg3 #smg4 #smg4 meggy #smg4 mario #smg4 mr puzzles #mr puzzles #x reader #Mr puzzles x reader

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2020 (2) Masterlist

part one

a different side of me (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's early 2010 struggle with his home life, his future, and how Phil fits into everything.

A whale of a time - (ao3) - lazyphannie

Summary: Dan's horny and Phil's still sleeping.

Advent Calendar 2020 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Dan is a single father to his son Mes. When Mes does not go to Dan's best friend Meggie's nursery, he tags along to Dan's photography studio. With Mes, the studio, and his film-review-blog, Dan is certainly busy, and yet finds time to be a little lonely - he is skilled like that. Dan's life seems to suddenly start spinning when he rescues a client from a malicious photo booth.

Phil is the co-founder of the IRL store, but wants to start working to meet new people and to fill his days. That has nothing to do whatsoever with him pining after the mysterious blogger, and he isn't even really all that lonely, actually.

Phil starts working at a nursery, makes a new friend, and gets more than he bargained for in falling in love with the photographer.

All Signs Point to Us (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: When the queen and king gives birth to Daniel, they soon learn that their son is deaf. In order to let Dan express his opinions to those who haven't learned sign language, they find him a translator who happens to be the son of the King’s advisor, Phil. Soon enough, Phil starts to realize thAt he fallen in love with the younger boy.

All We Seem to Do Is Talk About Sex (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: In which Dan’s got a boyfriend and a tongue piercing, and Phil’s got a weed hookup and an anxiety disorder. In high school, they were labeled “bad influences on each other,” maybe that would never go away.

Arrangements (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: One night stands have worn out their welcome, but Dan isn't ready for a relationship. Thankfully, other arrangements can be made.

attachment (ao3) - dnovep

Summary: Harlow’s monkey experiments, love, & Phil wrapping Dan in blankets.

baby can't you see? (i'm calling) (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Two years after Dan's ill-advised stint up a mountain, and Phil's escape from a Royal psychopath, their dramatic flying off into the horizon hasn't had such a steady landing. Phil is consumed by his new venture in giving back to the world, but Dan is receiving none of this graciousness. Their living situation remains unstable, and they're barely in the same room long enough to hold hands.

It's all about to break apart, when the pandemic hits them where it hurts. Once again, Dan and Phil find themselves thrown into isolation with one another, back up where it all began. The memories of The Secret of the Alps are both fond and traumatic; being there again, trapped and in a bitter feud, is worryingly familiar. Can they make it out together a second time around? Or is this cycle doomed to repeat itself forever, until one of them calls it quits?

(TW) Break Me (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: In this world, you're marked with black. That's if you have a soulmate at least. Everyone is destined to cross paths with the one who is meant for them, at least once in their lives.

When you and your soulmate meet, you will touch, if only briefly, and the exact area of skin you touch with the other turns from black to white, with streaks of blue, purple, yellow, all marbled in with each other.

Daniel Howell is well-known in town. People cross the street if they're approaching him and newcomers to the neighbourhood are warned about his presence. Exactly like the Lester's were. But Phil Lester has other ideas, he saw the pain within the boy, how bad can he really be?

chaos in bloom (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: The adventures of Dan and Phyl, ghost removal experts.

closer than before (ao3) - graydar

Summary: Maybe he’ll just take this one chance. It might be fun, might be something to do, might be more than that. He’s fine with not knowing. All anyone is doing right now is not knowing. It’s the new trend.

Cold, Empty Mattresses and Falling Stars (ao3) - conshellation

Summary: 2009 au where phil and his family own a campground/cabins in an area that is known for stargazing and phil has lived his entire life there, therefore knowing a lot about stars. dan and his family come from the city to said campground because dan is a nerd and asked to come there for his birthday.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

Crossing the line (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: After billionaire Phil Lester meets an unfortunate incident that ends him up in hospital with no memories, Dan Howell— a mistreated employee convinces Phil that he is Dan's working-class husband to get back at him with the many hardships he faced as an employee. What could go wrong?

Dead! (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is a zombie living in the abandoned Luton airport, Dan is a human survivor. Bound together by the fear of what hides in the dark, they choose not to kill each other, and begin the long journey to Manchester and (hopefully) to new colonies

doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.

for the first time in such a long time (I know I'll be okay) (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Three conversations in Phil’s bedroom in 2009.

grind to the rhythm (as we wine and dine) (ao3) - kishere

Summary: God, everyone was going to think him a harlot, Phil thought as they walked out of the maze in silence. Being left alone with an alpha he wasn’t mated to was cause for gossip.

Hot As Hell (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan and Phil take advantage of a few minutes of unexpected privacy while in a dry sauna. Phil can't resist his boyfriend on account of his well-established sweat kink.

I Will Be Loving You (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Valentine's Day out of the closet.

it's a church of burnt romances (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: Dan backs into the car and the driver asks where he’s heading. His head swims with thoughts of Phil, and of guilt and embarrassment at how he’s subconsciously treating his friend. Whose life centres around virtues like chastity. And non-objectification goes both ways. Dan takes a few deep breaths, pressing a palm to his insistent bulge to quell his arousal. As always, it doesn’t work.

Well, he resolves, if he can’t get Phil out of his head, he’s got to get someone else into it. Or onto him, preferably.

Or, a Fleabag AU.

Lonely in Conflict, Cast as a Convict (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan is a vampire who can’t remember how it feels not to be lonely. Phil is a vampire hunter living in his brother’s shadow.

When they meet, they find acceptance in each other that they don’t find anywhere else, but there are secrets and other forces at play trying to keep them apart.

married at first sight (ao3) - nothingbutniall

Summary: Dan and Phil get matched together on the new season of Married At First Sight.

Midnight Garden (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: In which Phil is a gardener at the palace and Dan is a reclusive prince.

Mirror Mirror (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Dan and Phil get invited to stay at a historical castle with Martyn and Cornelia. Contrariwise, Daniel and Philip aren’t invited anywhere, but not many people can say no to a highly trained thief and a dragon. But that’s totally unrelated

My Spirit Love (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: If you fall in love with a spirit who drains you both away, do you live together for twenty years, or stay alone each day?

Phil has lived in his house since he was born, but it was when he turned seven he met Dan for the first time. It's all childish games and the muse of a naïve brain until your fifteen-year-old son claims to have fallen in love with the boy you've never seen.

Is anything possible for love?

oh you got me shaking (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Usually if the models talk to him, it’s just – them asking questions, Phil joking about how he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, even as he directs them.

They don’t try to argue with him, usually.

One Thousand Midnights or More (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: A decade of love told in moments.

Our House (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Enemy is a harsh word. Rival sounds so immature, like Dan’s the star of some teen drama on Netflix. Competition is close, but not quite there.

In simple terms, Dan has a distaste for Phil Lester. Otherwise known as AmazingPhil in their line of business, for some reason that’s beyond Dan. What makes him so amazing anyway?

There’s a reason the network wanted Daniel Howell and Phil Lester for this specific series, and Dan guesses there’s really only one way to find out that answer.

or

And they were co-hosts. Oh my god they were co-hosts.

pastry chef attempts to steal phil's heart (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: If anyone asks, Prince Philip's sneaky morning journeys down to the royal pastry kitchen are for nothing more than the perfect cup of coffee.

The Secluded Glade (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Phil Lester has always been acutely aware of the ways he and his daemon Adra are different from others. Namely that Adra is male, hasn’t settled yet, and they share second sight that causes them to have dreams that show them glimpses of the future. Now, as a consequence of one of his prophetic dreams, he’s forced to go on a rescue mission to find a group of children that have gone missing from his town. He may have signed up for more than he bargained for, however, when they find another man who’s been captured with some differences of his own.

The Wanting Comes In Waves (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: After moving to the tiny Welsh coastal village of Rhagfyr, Phil struggles to find a new way of living, what with his new school and the decision of his future still on the table. Dan is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps there’s beauty inside destruction.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

When the Weather Breaks (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Sitting across from Phil on that worn out velvet Starbucks sofa, sharing sickeningly sweet coffees and what they would like to think were hushed giggles, was the first time Dan felt a glimpse at what real love could feel like.

or

Perception checks, pining, and peppermint mochas.

with a bullet (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: phil returns to his room after a party thrown by his housemates only to discover that there’s already someone in his bed

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #dan and phil #2020fics masterlist #2020fics

[gachawolfiebloom]

Your Pursuit of Perfection

Story and Artwork By: @GachaWolfieBloom

Chapter 6: It's All Your Fault

Summary: A few months after the events of WOTFI 2023, SMG4 starts having really bad dreams about the "Its gotta be perfect" incident. One night however, his fear allows the nightmares to break through and he gets taken to a horrific dimension. He finally meets the tv adware, who manipulates him into returning to his insane ways, intent on claiming much more than the perfect video. Now it's up to his friends to stop this madness and save SMG4. Can they do it in time or will they lose SMG4 forever? (In case you are unaware this is a sequel to the its gotta be perfect movie)

Tags: angst, its gotta be perfect, love confession, luigi, mario, meggy, melony, nightmares, scary, smg3, smg4, smg34, smg3 x smg4, tari, tv adware

The others were walking through the home of this mysterious TV Adware. It was nothing like they had ever seen with dripping walls, sticky floors, and of course most of it was made out of that weird goop. Tari was shaking so Mario tried to cheer her up. "Don't worry Tari! Mario and his friends will be okey dokey! Let's play a game!" Three rolled his eyes and kept walking. "Mario spies with is little eye...something that is...Black!" Tari looked around, but everything just felt creepy to her. It was a realm made of nightmares after all.

"Uh is it that thing that looks like a shadow?"

"Nope!"

Boopkins tried to join in. "I KNOW! I KNOW! ITS-" Three was sick of this stupid game as he grumbled "Every single thing in this place is black idiots." This game seemed pretty stupid when almost everything here was the same color.

Boopkins ignored Three's comment and said "It's that extra dark patch over there in the corner!" Mario jumped up and down saying "You're right! Yippee!" Bob and Three looked dumbfounded on how Boopkins picked that. "BRUH! HOW DID YOU SEE THAT?" Tari tried complimenting Boopkins efforts. "Good job Boopkins! I was so close."

Meggy suddenly stopped and said "Uh hey guys... I think those creatures that Smg1 and Smg2 spoke of know we're here." Melony turned around and asked "How can you tell?" They instantly saw as tentacles and creatures made of goop and eyeballs surrounded them. They all froze and Three whispered to One and Two "Well you're the experts on these things. Now what?"

One and Two were more focused on something in the distance. "Something is coming..." The dark fog came back for round 2. Quickly One shouted "RUN! IT'S THE MIST OF NIGHTMARES! WE DO NOT HAVE ANY POWER OVER IT!" They all bolted off, sprinting as fast as their feet would take them. One and Two followed behind, using their powers to protect them from the creepy creatures.

Luigi then called out "Wait a minute...WHERE'S MY BROTHER!!!" They all looked back to find Mario teasing one of the goopy creatures. "Oh god...Why'd that idiot have to come with us?" Three groaned as he darted for Mario. "THREE NO!!!" yelled Meggy, but Three didn't listen. "IF MARIO DIES THEN WE ALL DIE!!!" Mario was spinning around in circles, making plane sounds. "Ooooo you are very scary. Not to Mario! Mario isn't scared of anything!"

Three rushed up to his avatar and yelled "OI MOVE IT RIGHT NOW!" Mario then noticed the nightmare mist coming straight at him. "NOW MARIO IS SCARED!!!" Three grabbed him as the mist dove on top of them. "THREE! MARIO!" Meggy yelled, but then another wave of mist swept over the others. 

Three woke up to be surrounded by a familiar setting. "I'm...back home?" He was right back where he started, at the Showgrounds. He then saw his friends standing over something. He raced over to them and said "Guys! There you are! Why are we back home!?"

They all turned to him and said "Oh look who decided to show up." Three took a step back, confused. "What?" Saiko stomped her foot hard on the ground and said "SMG3, YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR YOUR FRIENDS! YOU ARE CARELESS AND DANGEROUS!"

Three just stood there speechless as Meggy added on to Saiko's remarks. "You never cared about him, abandoned him when he needed you, and you didn't save him in time. YOU KILLED HIM!" Three finally croaked out words from his stunned mouth. "Killed who?" They all stepped out of the way, but not losing their glares.

When Three saw what they were looking at, his eyes widened and his cheeks went pale. It was a grave for Smg4. His signature hat was on top of it, covered in blood. "NO! FOUR!" He yelled as he ran up to the grave and sadly examined the remains of his dead partner. "No...why...he didn't deserve it..." Tears slowly slid down his face as he collapsed onto the ground. Mario shot back "WHY SMG3! WHY DID YOU KILL MARIO'S BEST FRIEND!!!" Three tried speaking through his sobbing. "I never meant too. I never wanted to lose him." All of his friends began circling him and telling him mean things. Not just any random remark, the thoughts of his guilt.

"You brushed off his nightmares!"

"Why didn't you stay with him!? He needed you!"

"You were so close to saving him and you lost him!"

"You gave him the idea of the perfect video!"

"You could have prevented this if you just admitted how much you needed him!"

Three just sat there crying every ounce of strength out of his body. "I'M A TERRIBLE FRIEND! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I'M THE ONE WHO DESERVES THIS! NOT HIM!"

Two voices rang out "Smg3 wake up!" He gasped as those voices belonged to One and Two. "Three! Remember it's just a nightmare! We're here to save Smg4!" One added on "You must fight it Three! Use your bravery to tell these nightmares they aren't real!" He breathed heavily as he whispered "But Four is..."

Two tried to remind him of what they were trying to accomplish."Then why would we be here? It's not true Three!" One could see him trying to break through as he continued "It's all fake! The Adware is trying to trap you into your worst fear!"

Three breathes in deeply as he says "Four is not dead..." A shoot of meme energy wards off the mist and he yells "AND MY NIGHTMARES AREN'T REAL!!!" He finds himself back in the dark world, but it's better than being stuck in a world filled with eternal guilt. Two says happily "Glad your back Three! We have to rescue the others from their nightmares before they are trapped in them forever!"

Three pulls his cap tighter onto his head and says "Don't worry I got this." The three of them raced off to go save their friends. No dawdling now. The mist doesn't show any signs of stopping.

Everyone has something they're afraid of...

Chapter 7: You Can't Escape Your Fears

#angst #it’s gotta be perfect #love confession #luigi #mario #smg4 meggy #smg4 melony #nightmare #scary #smg3 #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 x smg4 #smg4 tari #tv adware

[duckapus]

*sometime after this happened, most of the crew is hanging out at the Showgrounds*

Mario: MEGGYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! *comes barreling in and collapses at her feet in his SM64 crawling pose with the sad pleading eyes* Please please pleeeeeease make Mario your orange spaghetti!

Meggy: Wh- how did you find out about that!?

Mario: *hops back onto his feet* IRRELEVENT! *starts aggressively breakdancing* Where's my spaghetti? Where's my spaghetti? Where-

SMG4: *smacks him* Calm down already! Now, what's going on?

Mario: Domain and Meggy made the best spaghetti in the WORLD and Mario didn't get to have any! *grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him in to the point their noses are touching (so not really that close given the size of Mario's* I NEEEEEEEEEED IIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!

Meggy: Red...I can't make it again. The fact that we managed it at all was some kind of cosmic fluke.

Mario: *immediately calms down and drops the now thoroughly deflated 4* Yeah, that's what Domain said too. Welp, time for Plan B.

Meggy: What's Plan B?

Mario: Mario's gonna make his own Orange Spaghetti! *starts pacing* Let's see, I'm-a gonna need E-Gadd's lab...probably Bowser, he's a good cook...Whimpu, definitely Whimpu.

Meggy: Why Whimpu?

Mario: He has a degree in chemical engineering.

SMG3: Since when?

Mario: *looks at him like he's grown a second head* Since...always? The first thing he ever did on screen was chemistry. When he was auditioning for your play. Remember?

SMG3: *has the decency to look sheepish* Ah...I didn't really...pay much attention to the auditions? He was a pink-haired anime character who seemed like Saiko would be insulted to be compared to and that was good enough for me at the time considering the whole...mocking all of you aspect.

Mario: ...Yeah that fits. Anyway! I'm off to make lots-a spaghetti! *t-poses and starts spinning like a helicopter blade, flying away while making his usual airplane noise*

SMG3: ...Well that happened.

#the orange spaghetti saga #mario #meggy spletzer #smg4 #smg3 #what you really thought he wouldn't find out somehow? #don't worry about 4 he's been through worse

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, An SMG4 Fanfic: Volume 3

Here we are with Volume 3 of Taking Flight. After the Ketch adventure, our crew finally decides to return home to lick their wounds, catch up with old friends, and make new ones on the way.

Also, I MIGHT be rebranding this soon. More info on that once I wrap up Volume 4.

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Chapter 11: Tender Love And Care

It's a relatively calm day in the Castle as Karen tidys up. You see, SMG3 made a deal with Karen that Depresso would babysit her kids if she agreed to upkeep the Castle while the Gang was gone.

Karen: I wonder how Clownie is doing....... Eh, I'm sure he'll be fine.

So far it's been going well.......... for Karen. A quick cutaway gag reveals Depresso stuck to the wall with duct tape. Katie is the only one actually trying to help him while Zack is busy playing Call of Duty and Cory is just spinning around in place.

Karen had just fed BEEG SMG4 when she notices SMG3 coming in through the front door.

SMG3: Honey! We're home!

Karen: Oh, hi Three. How was your trip? You all make it back alive?

SMG3: Just barely. Speaking of which, is the guest room open?

Karen: Of course. Why do you ask?

We see Tari and Melony rushing in.

Melony: SMG3, we need that guest room. Tari, you get the medical supplies from the Storage room.

Tari: On it!

Karen: Woah woah woah, what's going - GASP!!!!

Karen is shocked to see Mario and SMG4 carrying a barely conscious and bloody Meggy.

Karen: CHRIST ALMIGHTY, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?

SMG4: It's a long story.

Karen opens the guestroom and readies the bed as the three make their way in. They gently and carefully lay Meggy on the bed as Tari enters the room with an IV and some medical supplies.

Karen: Alright, set it up over here.

Back in the Main Hall, we see Whimpu and Melony going over Meggy's condition. Melony seems....... out of it. Everything is muffled and there's this ringing in her ears. She jumps when she feels Luigi touching her shoulder, snapping her out of her daze.

Luigi: Melony?

Melony: Oh, Luigi. It's just you.

Luigi: Is there something wrong?

Melony: Sorry, sorry. Zoned out for a bit there. It's just........ where do we even start?

Karen comes out of the guestroom to give an update.

Karen: I had Tari ready an IV for Meggy. That should help with the internal bleeding.

Luigi: I have more painkillers ready, and Mario is off to get some One-Ups from the garden.

Karen: Hold up! That much rapid healing with this many injuries could cause more complications. We don't wanna risk anything healing backwards or upside down.

Luigi: Oh. Okay.

Karen: We also need to dial back on the painkillers a bit until she's stable. She has a concussion, so we need to keep her awake for right now. Any more right now and she'll ABSOLUTELY black out.

Whimpu: You really do know your way around medicine.

Karen: You kinda have to when you're a single mom with four kids. Melony?

Melony: Hm?

Karen: I need you to hold her down while SMG4 realigns the bones and applies the sutures. Can you do that.

Melony: Yes ma'am.

Karen: Luigi, I need you to get the plaster ready for the casts.

Luigi: Okie Dokie.

Tari steps out while holding her left shoulder.

Tari: SMG4 is ready with the sutures.

Karen: Alright. I'm gonna look and see if anyone else needs some help.

Melony and Luigi go back into the Guest Room while Karen goes off to meet with SMG3. Saiko comes in and notices Tari headed for the bathroom. Once she's inside, Tari heads for the sink and takes a deep breath as she removes her jacket. The left side of her shirt is bloody. She winces as she removes her shirt and sees that her left shoulder is covered in burn marks that stretch across her chest and up her neck. That's when Saiko knocks on the door.

Saiko: You okay in there?

Tari opens the door a crack

Tari: Yeah I'm just getting changed.

Saiko: Tari....... I can see the blood. Let me help.

Now knowing she can't hide it, Tari reluctantly allows Saiko to enter. To say she was concerned about Tari's condition is an understatement.

Saiko: Jesus......

Tari: It's fine, really. I can handle it. You should be concerned about Meg-

Saiko suddenly pulls Tari into a hug, much to her surprise.

Saiko: I should've been there. I could've helped. I could've smashed that thing and kept it from taking you, I........ I'm sorry.

Tears begin to well up in Saiko's eyes. Seeing Tari hurt like this makes her wish that she had been there. Maybe things could've gone differently, maybe they wouldn't, but that doesn't matter right now to Tari. She gently wipes the tears from Saiko's face.

Tari: What matters is that you're here now.

Back in the Guest Room, Meggy is screaming her lungs out as Melony holds her still and SMG4 reinserts the last compound fracture. Mario holds her hand as tears stream down her face.

SMG4: And.........done!

Meggy: NGH.......AGH.......pant.......pant Okay.........Okay...........

Melony steps out of the way as SMG4 gets to work on the sutures. Meggy winces with every pull of thread.

Meggy: Hey Mario. You wanna play Super Smash Each Other In The Ass Bros after this?

Mario: Meggy, I don't think-

SMG4: No, that's good! Mario, keep her engaged while I finish up here.

While SMG4 finishes with the sutures as Meggy and Mario are talking, Melony's leans against the wall holding herself. Luigi comes in with a tub of casting plaster.

Luigi: Plaster is ready. You sure you don't want any painkillers?

Meggy: Yep. Doc said my brain is bleeding, remember?

Luigi: Whimpu never said that! He said you had a concussion!

Meggy: Eh, Tomato Miyamoto.

SMG4: That's not how it goes, but she's right. She needs to stay awake, and if she takes anything right now it could be lights out. Melony, I'm gonna need you to hold her still again...... Melony?....... MELONY.

Melony: Oh, right! On it.

She places her hands on Meggy as Luigi readies the plaster.

Meggy: Bring it on, doc!

Luigi: Okay, here it goes.

Kaizo is entering the Main Hall when he hears the screaming. Meggy tightens her grip on Mario's hand and Meggy's shoulder as Luigi applies the cast. Mario keeps trying to pep talk Meggy as Melony holds her.

Mario: It's okay Meggy! Just think about video games and Ramen!

Luigi: Keep her still, I think I got it!

Melony keeps mentally repeating "I can do this" as the noise gets louder, but even that's getting drowned out. Meggy's screaming, Mario and Luigi's yelling, the increasing grip pressure on her shoulder, it's beginning to overwhelm her. It's too much as her breathing gets faster and faster as she can hear her heart beating in her ears. That's when SMG4 gives her a light tap on the shoulder.

SMG4: Alright, Melony. You can-

It's too much. Without warning, she jumps back and backs herself against the wall, hyperventilating as she holds her head and begins to tear up.

SMG4: Melony?

Kaizo is caught off guard as Melony rushes out of the Guest Room, right past him, and straight into the Storage Room before shutting the door. Everybody is shocked, unsure what to make of what just happened as Kaizo enters the Guest Room.

Kaizo: So, um......... is the ginger still alive?

Meggy takes a deep breath as the pain subsides for a moment.

Meggy: Yeah........ I'm good.......... But I think Melony..........

Kaizo: I saw. I'll look into it. Also, the cat said that you should be good to start on painkillers again. Keep it to small doses, though.

Meggy: Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.

SMG4: Thank's, Kaizo. We have things covered here.

In the Storage Room we see Melony curled up into a ball and quietly sobbing in the corner as the door creeks open. She doesn't even acknowledge Kaizo standing right beside her.

Kaizo: Hey......... can you talk to me?

She shakes her head. Kaizo notices red splotches seeping out from under the clockwork armor. She's been wearing it since they had escaped the Ketch. He kneels down and keeps his voice low.

Kaizo: Look. I know I'm not too good with this whole "comfort" thing, but I can see that you're hurt. And I want to help.

She slowly meets his gaze.

Kaizo: So......... what do you need?

She waits a moment before signing "Take it off, slowly" before raising her arm to him.

Kaizo: Alright.

She winces as Kaizo gently removes the gauntlet, revealing a pattern of circuit shaped wounds underneath. The arm and armor are both covered in blood.

Kaizo: Damn........ is the rest of it like this?

She nods, signing "I wanted to make sure she was okay first". Kaizo takes a deep breath.

Kaizo: Alright......... let's get the rest of this junk off of you so you can wash off.

Tari and Saiko exit the bathroom, with Tari's arm and chest wrapped in bandages. They see Kaizo exiting the Storage Room with Melony, now bereft of that armor and covered with a blanket.

Tari: Melony?! Oh my God what happened?!

Kaizo: She........ had a bit of an emergency. Don't worry, it's all under control now.

Melony signs "he actually helped out a lot" with a smile.

Tari: Is there anything we can do to help?

Kaizo: Yeah. Is the Bath Room open? Because she is in desperate need of a bath.

Tari: Sure thing! C'mon Melony, let's get you cleaned up.

Melony signs "thank you" to Kaizo as Tari escorts her to the Bath Room. He notices Saiko smiling too.

Kaizo: What?

Saiko: Nothing. C'mon, let's go check in on Meggy.

They both head over to the Guest Room. Judging by the lack of screaming, they're done with applying the casts. They've also started on painkillers judging by the copious amounts of giggling. In the room we see Mario sitting beside her on the bed, letting her rest her head on his shoulder while they watch meme compilations on his phone. We see Karen and SMG3 talking with SMG4 and Luigi, with Karen handing SMG4 a jar of green liquid.

Karen: This is a diluted extract from the One-Ups Mario gathered. Put an ounce of this in her IV once per day and once per night. If all goes well, she'll be back on her feet in two weeks.

SMG4: Understood.

Kaizo and Saiko enter the room.

Saiko: Everybody still alive?

Luigi: Alive and well! Say, where's Tari and Melony.

Saiko: Kaizo helped Melony out with her armor and Tari is helping her clean up.

Saiko didn't say it directly, but she was proud of Kaizo. Those kindness lessons were really paying off.

Kaizo: How's the shortstack?

Karen: Well, we got everything patched up the best we can for right now. I'm having someone come over to help monitor. I gotta head back home and make sure my kids haven't killed Mr. Depresso.

SMG3: Thanks for everything, Karen. We all owe you one.

As Melony steps out of the shower and Tari helps dry her off, a knocking on the front door can me heard. They head over to the front door and Tari is surprised to see.........

Tari: Whisk!?

Whisk: Hey guys. My mom called and said you needed some help.

Tari excitedly welcomes her inside. We zoom out from the Castle as Whisk is introduced to the rest of the gang.

Tari: Guys, look!

Karen: Hey Whisky, glad you could make it.

Luigi: Whisky?

Whisk: Mom, I told you not to call me that in front of others!

Meggy: MOM!?

Karen: Oh, so you've met my daughter.

Tari: Wait, Whisk is your daughter?

Meggy: Karen's your mom!?

Mario: And I'm-a Mario!

SMG4: MARIO!

This goes on for the rest of the night.

Chapter 12: Chillin' Out

It's a cool spring night over at the Showgrounds. Peering through the Game Room window we see Tari, Saiko, Melony, Meggy, Belle, and Whisk all sitting on and around the couch watching a new movie called "Midwest Angelica" on the TV. Now, you'd think that after facing LITERAL GODS that they'd be numb to this kind of horror, and you'd be right.

Whisk: EEEEP!!!!

Not for Whisk, though. The first creature sighting has her vaulting over and behind the couch, much to Belle's amusement.

Belle: Whats the matter? CAT got your tongue?

Meggy: Be easy on her. You alright Whisk?

Whisk's head pops up from behind the couch.

Whisk: Y-yeah. I'm g-g-good.

Tari: Guys, maybe we should watch something else.

Whisk: No, really! It's fine. It's fine it's fine it's fine. I'm just gonna be...... back here for a bit. Heheh......

Meanwhile, we see Bob and Boopkins plotting something over in the Storage Room with a variety of cheap Halloween junk.

Boopkins: Bob, are you sure this is a good idea?

Bob: Oh come on, Boopkins! One does not simply see a bunch of girls having a sleepover without messing with them a little.

He digs into the pile and picks out a ghost costume for Boopkins and a creepy mask for himself.

Bob: Showtime.

They very quietly make their way into the Gaming Room while the girls are distracted, with Whisk all bundled up in a blanket burrito on the floor between Belle and Melony. Another jumpscare makes her flinch, but she manages to stay in place this time.

Melony: See? Nothing to be afraid of.

Whisk: Y-Yeah.......Yeah, you're right. It's just a scary movie is all. It's not real, and it can't hurt me.

That's when Boopkins makes his move, stumbling out of the shadows as he makes the scariest noises he can possibly make. It's not very effective, but it does make for an effective distraction as Bob catches them off-guard.

Bob: OOGILY BOOGILY BITCH.

That's enough to make both Whisk AND Boopkins scatter. Bob laughs his ass off, having successfully completed his mission.

Saiko: WHAT THE HELL!?

Bob: Holy shit, did you see that!? I sent her flying! Thanks for the assist, Boopkins. Boopkins? Boopkins where are you?

He looks behind the couch and sees them both holding each other in sheer terror.

Boopkins: trembling Oooooooohh maaaaaan.

Bob: Oh, damn. I'm a lot better at this than I thought.

Meggy may still be a week away from recovery, but that doesn't stop her from punting Bob out the window and into the dumpster. A faint "ow my ovaries" can be heard in the distance as Tari sits beside Whisk to comfort her.

Tari: I'm sorry about Bob. He can be....... troublesome, when he wants to be.

Whisk: I-it's okay. Hey...... can we put on some MyStreet?

Tari: Of course.

Over at the Café, we see SMG3 and SMG4 having their own little get-together with their old friends.

SMG4: I'm glad you guys could come over.

Remember when I mentioned X and FM getting new designs all the way back in Food Wars 2? Well, now they're right here and I finally get to describe them to you! X is around the same height and build as Whimpu. He wears a Turquoise hoodless jacket and Beanie, a dark green scarf and sweatpants, and a pair of glasses.

X: It's good to be here, Four. As for FM, he's as tall as Ganondorf and ABSOLUTELY jacked with a gorgeous blonde mustache and mullet. He wears a red skullcap and plad shirt, a black leather vest, some scuffed-up jeans, and a pink and blue friendship bracelet.

FM: Hey Three! I saw your new ride and I gotta say she is BEAUTIFUL.

SMG3 gives a clearly forced smile, silently grinding his teeth into powder as he prepares some coffe for the four of them. Looks like he's still not over the whole "abs" thing. SMG4 and X take a seat.

X: So, I see you guys got yourself a new place.

SMG4: Yeah. Things were a little crazy for a while, but we eventually managed to carve out our own little slice of paradise.

X: And judging by the ship, you've been on quite the adventure lately.

SMG4: Yeah.......... Hey, can you take a look at something for me?

X: Sure.

SMG4 pulls out a small device and places it at the table. It's the same one that stranger placed on Melony to drive her crazy. X picks it up and carefully examines the design.

X: Hmm.........looks like a piece of Xelor tech.

SMG4: Xelor?

X: Time magi. They're followers of Xelor, the God of Time in the World of Twelve. I've rarely seen them on Earth though. Where did you get this?

SMG4: It's a long story.

Back in the Castle, we see Boopkins and the girls are fast asleep in the Guest Room. Meggy, Whisk, and Boopkins have taken the dog bed, Tari and Saiko have taken the casino bed, Belle has taken the chair, and Melony just brought her own mattress........ but she doesn't seem to be resting as easily as the others. Taking a look within her dream, we see she's back aboard the Ketch, once again clad in that Clockwork Armor. All her friends lay dead around her as she holds a wounded Tari by the throat.

Tari: Melony........ please........

Melony wanted to stop, but she had no control over her own body. She could only watch as her blade pierced Tari's heart. Tari gave one last teary gaze, her heartbeat growing slower and softer as the light faded from her eyes until....... nothing. Melony was in silent anguish as she dropped Tari's lifeless body to the ground. A figure emerges from the shadows. It is the Stranger, the one who had turned her body into a weapon she could no longer control. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and a single phrase echoed within her skull......

?????: Good work, my puppet.

Melony awoke from her nightmare in a cold sweat, her distressed breathing rousing Boopkins from his slumber.

Boopkins: Mh.......huh? Melony?

Melony didn't respond, her eyes damp with tears as she held her legs. Boopkins hops down from the bed and walks over to her matress.

Boopkins: Are you okay? You look scared.

Melony looks to Boopkins, slowly regaining her composure as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

Melony: Y-yeah....... I just..... had a bad dream. Sorry for waking you up.

Boopkins: It's okay.

Boopkins hops onto the mattress and gives Melony a hug.

Boopkins: I'll go get you a glass of water?

Melony: Yeah...... yeah I think I could use that. Thanks.

Back in the Café, we see FM trying to make some small talk with an unamused SMG3.

FM: Anyways, we decided that Alex and Derrick would handle fireworks for new years. Like, what's the worst that could happen, right? Not FIVE SECONDS later we see Derrick is missing a hand and Alex has third degree burns on roughly ninety percent of his body.

Meanwhile, SMG4 had just finished regailing the tale of their Ketch adventure and the not-so-pleasant aftermath to X, who is tinkering with the Xelor device.

X: Yikes. I had heard that Xelor Armigers weren't the most pleasant to use but....... mind control? That's a whole new level of scuffed. Poor girl must've been mortified.

SMG4: Yeah. That guy was a MENACE. Pretty sure we'd all be dead if it wasn't for Tari coming in with the clutch.

X: Speaking of which, has she figured out the whole "ancient heritage" thing yet?

SMG4: Not yet. To be honest, we've all been taking our time getting back into the swing of things.

X: I don't blame you.

SMG4 gets up from his seat and does a stretch before heading for the door.

SMG4: Anyways, I've gotta get some shut eye. I have one hell of a meme backlog to get through tomorrow.

X: Well, before you go........

He tosses the Xelor device back to SMG4.

X: I modified the device into a temporal anchor. It should come in handy in case you see that Xelor again.

SMG4: Oh thanks, X.

X just shrugs with a grin.

X: Anything for a friend.

We close out the night with SMG4 heading back to the castle. He checks the Guest Room and sees everybody fast asleep, with Melony and Boopkins now peacefully snuggling on the mattress. SMG4 smiles as he heads to his room and calls it a night.

Over at Mushroom City, we see Wario and Waluigi rummaging through the dumpster for valuables. So far they've made quite the haul as Waluigi finds a vintage lighter and tests it our by lighting a cigarette.

Waluigi: I know a few folks who would pay quite the coin for this.

Wario: That's child's play. Check this out!

Wario manages to haul out a broken motorbike.

Wario: I've meet meaning to get myself a new ride, wahaha!

They both share a laugh about their finds, but fall silent after noticing someone else in the alleyway, his piercing red eyes set on the brothers. Wario pulls out a gun and Waluigi pulls out a bat as they both approach the figure.

Wario: This is our haul, wise guy!

Waluigi: Yeah, go steal someone else's junk!

The figure says nothing. He merely holds out his bandaged gauntlet and presents two gear shaped devices to the brothers.

Chapter 13: Lunchtime Tussle

It's a beautiful day in Mushroom City as Meggy, Whisk, Melony, and Tari are over at Peppino's Pizza for lunch. Unsurprisingly enough, Mario and Luigi are already there, with Mario getting started on his fifth Spaghetti Supreme. Something tells me Luigi isn't gonna be happy with the bill.

Whisk: Does he........ normally eat that much?

Luigi: Not really. Usually he'd be on his tenth by now.

Whisk: That....... can't be healthy. Have you tried getting him on an exercise plan?

Meggy: It's not impossible, but......it usually ends in disaster.

Clench: He turned into King Kong at one point. Climbed a skyscraper and everything.

Peppino comes out of the kitchen with the girls' order and a timid smile on his face.

Peppino: One Surf n' Turf Stromboli and a side of Garlic Knots. Enjoy!

Meggy: Thanks, Peppino.

He nervously watches as Whisk takes her first bite, knowing how crucial a first impression is when it comes to first-time customers. Luckily for him, Whisk is more than impressed.

Whisk: WOW! This is amazing.

Peppino breaths a sigh of relief. Another satisfied customer.

Peppino: It's a pleasure doing business with you.

He heads back into the kitchen for Mario's 6th Spaghetti Supreme as Whisk goes ham on the Stromboli.

Tari: Hey Melony, wanna see what I've been practicing?

Melony: Sure.

She holds out her hands and focuses, creating a small hollow bubble of blue light.

Whisk: WOAH. How are you doing that?

Tari: I've been practicing my barrier projection. I've got the basics down........

She tries to expand the bubble as much as she can, getting it to around the size of a volleyball before it pops.

Tari: ........I just need to work on my focus. I haven't gotten a chance to train since the incident on that Ketch.

Meggy: Speaking of which, did we ever figure out who the Captain was?

Tari: I mean, even with all the other factions on board, it was predominantly a Ketch, and even the Grineer and Corpus had those black Fallen banners. The captain could've been the Kell of whatever House those Fallen belonged to.

Melony: Well........I have a theory.......

She thinks back to that Xelor that attacked them on the bridge. If they were to place bets on who the Captain of that Ketch was, her money's on him. But her train of thought is interrupted when they hear a rumble coming from outside. Mario and Luigi also take notice of the rumbling, which was then followed by police sirens. They look outside to see a circle of police cars led by Mr. Monitor surrounding a local pawn shop. Even the military is getting involved as Chris and Swag come riding in on a UNSC Falcon. We pan over to see a pair of armor clad individuals. One is short and stocky, with barrel like arms tipped with mechanical bronze claws and a gear shaped signet on his chest. The other is tall and lanky, with an arm mounted crossbow, a quiver on his back, and a similar signet on his right shoulder. Both are carrying sacks filled with various items from the now wrecked pawn shop.

Swag: KIDS GONNA DIE TONIGHT!

Chris: This is Babygirl to Mamamia. Targets are in sight.

Hal: I read you, Babygirl. Keep those guns on standby. ATTENTION, FELONS. WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. STAND DOWN AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED.

The Stocky one replies by launching his fist like a wrecking ball, sending Hal and several cop cars flying across the street. Swag opens fire with the Falcon's mounted machine gun to little effect. The Lanky one retaliates with a precise explosive bolt to one of the Falcon's engines, causing it to crash. Chris busts out of the cockpit as Lanky hops on top of the wreckage and pulls Swag out of the passenger bay, holding him up by the throat as Lanky aims for his chest.

Swag: You fool, do you really think you can best Swagmaster6969696969? I'll have you know I served as one of the generals of the Anime Secret Service and lead the charge towards dismantling the Anime Cartel. I know over 200 ways to kill a man with my bare hands alone and blew up a small Malaysian Island by sheer accident, so you can imagine the kind of carnage I can do Intenionally. You could've lived a happy life if you hadn't crossed me, and now I will reign hell upon you until you are nothing more than a blood stain and a memory.

Chris: Can you please just kill him and get it over with?

But just before Lanky can do just that, we see Melony come in and dropkick him off the wreckage before catching Swag all superhero style as Tari tags in with her glaive drawn. They both get ready to face off against their assailants.

Melony: That armor........ this must be the work of that guy from the Ketch.

Tari: Then we need to aim for the signets.

Swag: Alright ladies, it's time to kick some HOLY SHIT IS THAT A SURF N' TURF STROMBOLI!?!?

He rushes by Meggy and Whisk as he heads straight into the restaurant, much to Chris's bemusement. I guess that Stromboli must be one hell of a hit. Stocky hands his sack over to Lanky and charges forward. Lanky makes a break for it with the loot while Stocky battles Tari and Melony. Meggy readies her bowgun to give chase.

Whisk: Meggy, wait! You're in no condition to fight! You're not fully healed!

Meggy: It's fine. I just need one clean shot.

Suddenly, we see a truck roll in with Chris behind the wheel.

Chris: I drive, you shoot.

Meggy and Whisk hop aboard and the three give chase. Lanky notices the truck and opens fire. Chris swerves to avoid the incoming bolts as Meggy returns fire, trying her best to land a hit on the signet on Lanky's shoulder.

Meggy: Keep it straight, Chris!

Chris: I'm giving it all she's got! What the hell is this guy on?!

Meggy eventually manages to land a hit on one of Lanky's hands, causing him to drop one of the loot sacks which crashes through the truck's windshield. The truck serves out of control before crashing into a nearby flower shop, with Meggy flying head first into a bed of roses. A mercifully soft landing, apart from the thorns. Whisk's allergies start acting up as the airbag goes off right in Chris's face.

Chris: I don't get paid enough for this.

Back with Melony and Tari, we see Stocky giving them both no quarter. He easily tanks their ranged attacks while also constantly evading and deflecting their melee attacks, whipping his chained fists around like morningstars. Melony would've activated her Deity Mode by now if it wasn't for that nightmare interrupting her sleep last night.

Melony: Dammit....... he's gonna wear us both down at this rate.

It was then that Mario comes out of the restaurant, which gives Tari an idea. She goads Stocky into using a grappling attack, launching his claw right at her. Tari dodges and allows Mario to be grabbed instead. Since Mario had just eaten ten Spaghetti Supremes, Stocky has trouble moving Mario due to how heavy he is. He isn't even aware of what's happening. This gives Tari and Melony the opening they need. Charging up her sword, Melony lands a powerful strike on Stocky that sends him flying upward. Tari intercepts from above, landing a clean strike on the signet on his chest, splitting it in half as he crashes down into the pavement. When the dust settles, we see Stocky lying in a crater with his armor shattered. His helmet falls off and the girls are shocked to see that it's actually..........

Tari: Wario!?

Wario: It's hot....... in Topeka....... eeegh.

The gang meets back up in Peppino's restaurant. Luigi is paying off some tabs, Meggy is still prying thorns out of her hair, Whisk is recovering from her allergies, and Chris is busy interrogating Wario.

Chris: Alright you big yellow son of a bitch. You have T-minus 30 seconds to start talking.

Wario: And what if I don't? You gonna court marshall me? Send me to the big house? I'll have you know that I am a pretty tough nut to crack.

Swag comes in with a massive bladed weapon labeled "Neutertron 9000". One flick of the switch electrifies the blade, causing it to glow red hot and spin around at hypersonic speed.

Swag: You were saying?

Chris: You have two options Wario. Either you tell us now and we'll let you off with prison time and parole, or you can let my friend here test out the latest and greatest in surgical hardware on your eggroll. What will it be?

Judging by the abject look of horror on Wario's face and his desire to keep his family jewels, he gives in.

Wario: Alright, alright! Me and Waluigi were dumpster diving the other night when this mummy looking guy came up to us.

Melony's eyes widened in shock.

Wario: He gave us these gear broach thingies. We tried them on and........

He falls silent for a moment.

Wario: .........The power was amazing, but it felt like being crammed into an iron maiden full of tazers. Everything was too bright, too loud, and the only thing I could understand was this......voice guiding me. It was awful, like I was a tormented animal on a leash. I wasn't in control at all.

Tari looked over to Melony, who was still processing what Wario had told them. She felt the exact same way when that stranger placed the signet over her eye..... and turned her against her friends.

Melony: So it really was him........... and the guy with the Crossbow must've been.........

Tari: Waluigi..........But what would he want with a bunch of pawn shop knick knacks?

They look over to the sack, and we transition to another scene in a warehouse. We now see the Xelor stranger approaching the bag brought to him by Waluigi. He carefully opens the bag to verify its contents, before presenting it to a figure in the shadows.

??????: I heard you ran into a bit of a snag, Rhode. Did you not intend to deliver more?

The Xelor finally speaks. His voice was raspy and faint.

Rhode: Apologies, captain..........we were intercepted by......... her compatriots.

??????: I see.......

A large metal talon reaches into the bag, rummaging through its contents as a pair of gold glowing eyes peer out from the darkness.

??????: Still, you did manage to pull off a decent haul. We are still one step closer to our destination.

He pulls out what looks to be a blue stained glass dodecahedron etched with odd symbols.

??????: And one step closer to the gate.

Taking Flight, Chapter 14: New Neighbors

It's another fine day at the Showgrounds as Meggy and Melony eagerly watch Tari practice her barrier projection. So far, she's managed to create a dome she can fit in.

Meggy: Alright Melony, you're up.

Melony hacks away at the dome with her sword. Tari's shield seems to be holding up so far.

Clench: Keep it up, Tari. Keep it up.

Melony kicks it up a notch with some energy blasts. Tari winces as small cracks begin to appear on the barrier. Melony then switches to her Deity Mode and readies a charged strike, but Tari falls to her knees and the dome dissipates. Melony powers down and goes to check on an exhausted Tari.

Tari: huff..........huff.......... How long was that one?

Meggy: Two and a half minutes. A new record!

Tari: Great....... anyways I cough cough ..........sigh.........

Melony: Yeah, I think that's enough for right now.

Tari rolls onto her back.

Tari: No, no, it's fine......... I just need to take a breather is all.........

Clench: And maybe an Advil or two.

SMG4: So, what do you think so far?

The girls turn to see SMG4 with......... someone new. He's an odd looking fellow, wearing a deep blue suit adorned with hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds. He also has a lavender scarf with what looks to be a golden "bowtie" in the shape of a pair of wings. His head is a free floating ball with a mouth, and he wears a fedora with a golden band around the head.

?????: It's a rather lovely place. Quite roomy, too. It almost reminds me of my brother's place.

Meggy: Uh......SMG4?

SMG4: Oh, hey guys! This is Aybel, one of our new tenants.

Aybel: A good noon to you.

SMG4: He's gonna be running our new guest house.

Melony: Guest house?

SMG4: Yeah, something to keep things fresh around here. Me and Three have been in talks to get some more traffic flowing here in the Showgrounds, and he suggested we open up a place for guests to stay long term.

Tari: Now that you mention it, Three did say that things have been a bit slow here for his business.

Meggy: That's all good but........ why didn't you run this by us first?

SMG4: What do you mean? I've been sending you guys texts and emails all week.

Meggy: You mean the same things you use to spam us with memes?

SMG4: Well........

While Meggy and SMG4 sort things out, Aybel hovers over to Tari and Melony. Tari gets back on her feet to greet their newest arrival.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Aybel. I'm Tari.

Aybel: The pleasure is all mine Ms. Tari. And you must be Melony Greenhorne, I presume.

Melony: You know me?

Aybel: One of my brother's associates told me about these "mangas" of yours. She's quite a fan of your works.

Melony: Oh, wow! Well, make sure to send her my thanks the next time you see her.

Aybel: Actually, you may be able to do so yourself. She's gonna be a patron at the guest house.

Tari: Wait, you already have people lined up?

Aybel: Of course. They'll be here by sundown, so if you'll excuse me........

SMG4 and Meggy meet back up with the others as Aybel hovers over to an open plot of land.

Aybel: .......I must get to work.

And so he did. Motes of light fly from his fingertips and dance to his every gesture. He uses their light to draw perimeter within the plot, sculpting intricate patterns of doors and windows within a 5-layer octagonal frame. When the outline is done, the most fly together to create a single ball of light above the construct. Aybel snaps his fingers and BOOM! In a flash the structure becomes a red and yellow building with a tent-like top, the windows embroidered with a golden trim. An ornate arch adorns the entrance, ordained with a round plaque depicting Aybel's "bowtie". The Crew is awestruck.

Our Guest House is complete.

Aybel takes off his hat and out comes a small floating bubble with beady black eyes and a formittable set of razor sharp teeth.

Aybel: Bubble, could you be a dear and help me get the rooms ready?

Bubble: Gotcha!

The crew comes inside to see the main lounge. In the center we have the lounging area with 4 couches and TVs with various amenities such as video games. To the left we have the kitchen, to the right we have the bathrooms and storage, and in the back we have a stairway that leads to the upper floors.

Aybel: Good to see things are in order down here.

Tari: I gotta say, you have quite the setup here.

There's a knocking at the front door. It seems as though some of the patrons have arrived earlier than expected.

Aybel: When it comes to ensuring the safety and comfort of those under my care, I spare no expense.

He opens the door to great three new arrivals: A ragdoll with red curly hair and a button eye, a tall purple rabbit man with a flannel shirt and overalls, and an anxiously pale little jester with red and blue dimples and candy shaped eyes.

Aybel: Oh, Ragatha! I'm surprised to see you here so soon.

Ragatha: It's like you always said, hesitation is defeat.

Aybel: SMG4, this is Ragatha. She's a prized pupil of mine. The rabbit and the jester are her entourage, Jax and Pomni.

Jax immediately heads for the nearest couch before Ragatha snags him by the ear.

Ragatha: Jax....... these are our hosts here. Why don't you introduce yourself?

Jax: Alright alright! Jeez...... Sup guys, my name is Jax. It's a pleasure to be here.

Somewhat satisfied, Ragatha releases Jax and allows him to laze about on the couch.

Ragatha: At least take your bags to your room before you start being a lazy ass.

Jax: Hey, we walked for 30 miles! As far as I'm concerned we earned this.

Pomni: I'm really sorry about him. He can be......... insufferable at times.

Meggy: It's alright. My friend Mario can be like that too sometimes, so I'm kinda used to it.

Tari goes over to grab Jax's bags and heads upstairs with Ragatha and Pomni. We see three floors of rooms connected by a central spiral staircase.

Ragatha: Just place his bags outside of room nine.

Tari: Will do!

Tari heads up the staircase to room nine as instructed, placing Jax's luggage outside the door. She also can't help but feel........ curious about some of their new tenants.

Tari: So....... what brings you guys to the showgrounds

Ragatha: Well........ there was a bit of an "incident" over at our workplace, so Aybel convinced our boss to let us stay somewhere else. It's a bunch of responsible businesses stuff.

Tari: What exactly IS your "business"?

Pomni: We're a performance troop called the Circus. Well, less of a Circus and more of a.........makeshift community for lost souls. That's how Caine puts it at least.

Tari: Lost souls?

Ragatha: Yeah. Sometimes a soul gets lost and ends up becoming....... something else. Jax became a rabbit, Pomni became a jester, and I became a ragdoll. It can be a bit jarring at first, having only fragments of who you used to be. And sometimes even those get lost if you're not careful enough........ and you only have so long to find them again until you go crazy, which is when things start to get....... REALLY bad..........

She falls silent for a moment. Pomni goes over to Ragatha and holds her hand. Ragatha gives Pomni a reassuring smile.

Ragatha: So, yeah. The Circus provides us with a home, good work, and plenty of things to do so we don't start going crazy. It's a decent gig, all things considered.

Ragatha and Pomni retreat into their rooms, leaving Tari to contemplate Ragatha's words for a moment. She can't help but think back to the days where she'd be drifting around, living off of prize money from video game tournaments. Then came that day at the mall, when she first met Mario. In a way, she was a lost soul herself until she joined SMG4's crew. You could say that makes her a Carnie herself.

And with all things considered, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter 15: Abstract Thinking

It's a full moon out tonight on the Showgrounds as more arrivals have come to the Guest House. First up we have Gangle, a ghostlike shadow figure covered head to toe in bandage like ribbons. A pair of white glowing eyes peer from behind a porcelain mask. Sitting next to her was Zooble, who looks somewhat human apart from the fact that their body is divided into various mismatched shapes, sizes, and colors. Their hair is basically a bunch of green triangles. Lastly we have Kinger, a walking white king chess piece with a white beard a pair of floating eyeballs, and two completely detatched floating hands. He wears a red velvet cloak and bears a scepter witn a queen's crown. He's also busy hiding in a pillow fort because he might be a little nuts. We see Tari coming in with a tray of lemonade.

Tari: So, how has your first day been?

Zooble and Gangle take their glasses.

Gangle: It's been really nice so far. Thank you.

Zooble: Yeah, it's good to be out under an actual sun for once......... no offense to Sunny, of course.

Tari walks up to kinger to give him his lemonade.

Kinger: Oh, thank you!

His hand pops out of the fort and grabs the glass before slinking back in. Tari just starts pacing around after that, clearly curious about something.

Zooble: Got something on your mind, kid?

Tari: Oh, well........... I was a bit curious about Aybel and this brother he keeps bringing up.

Gangle: Oh....... Aybel is very kind....... and.........

Yeah, she's not normally one for conversations. Zooble places a hand on her shoulder.

Zooble: They're the "ringleaders" of this little troop of ours. Aybel handles the logistics, and Caine does his best to keep us from losing our minds.

Kinger: He's also VERY showboaty. Like, a REAL showman. He's always so full of energy, and he loves to plan adventures and activities for us when we aren't out doing temp jobs.

Tari: Temp jobs?

Kinger: Yeah. When it comes to lost souls, the line between the mind and the body is practically nonexistent. As messed up as we are, our sanity is what gives us some semblance of control over ourselves. That's why Caine and Aybel do their best to keep us sane. Aybel thinks that doing normal people jobs will help us feel more "human," and Caine sometimes has us go on an adventure to keep our minds healthy and stimulated.

Tari can't help but think back to what Ragatha said earlier, about out how losing your mind can cause bad things to happen.

Tari: So........Your physical forms are tied to your mental state, so you need to maintain your sanity to maintain your body.

Zooble: That's pretty much the jist of it.

Tari: So.......hypothetically speaking...... if a lost soul DID lose their sanity, then they would cease to exist?

Zooble: Well........Not exactly.

The trio exchanges glances at one another.

Zooble: Let's just say its......... not a good time......... For anyone.

Tari: Oh........um....... okay. Sorry for......

Zooble: It's fine. Look. If anything goes wrong, we'll give you a call. Alright?

Tari nods. She takes the hint and decides not to push the topic further as she takes her leave. An awkward silence fills the room after her departure.

Kinger: Did someone mention an insect collection?

We later see Tari flying above the treeline. She can't help but feel awful about that conversation.

Clench: Look on the brightside! Zooble and Kinger were still nice about it, so it's not like you screwed up TOO badly.

Tari remains silent. She can't help but feel like she messed up as a hostess by overstepping on what was evidently a sensitive topic. Maybe she should wait a bit longer before bringing that up again. She should also watch out for that lance flying towards her.

Tari: Huh? WAAAH!

Tari narrowly dodges the lance. She frantically tries to trace it back to its source right as another whizzes towards her. She brings up a small barrier, but it pierces through and stops a mere armhair's length from her eye. She also sees its not a lance. It's a sharpened candy cane. She dives down into the trees, stows her wings and draws her glaive in case things get up close and personal.

????????: You're a daring little duckling, aren't you.

She spins around to meet her assailant: a princess, dawned in a royal dress embroidered with sprinkle patterns and a crest depicting a piece of hard candy adorned with a crown. She had the face of a swirling orange jawbreaker, and a small crown rested upon a head of red orange slice shaped hair. A bright orange gem sat on her chest.

Tari: Look...... I'm sorry I intruded on whatever you were doing. I did not come here looking for a fight.

????????: Of course you didn't. No one would bring a glowing pair of wings on a stealth mission, especially at night time.

Tari: Of course! This was just all a huge misunderstanding. So let's just-

Tari's words are cut off with a swift kick to the gut, sending her barreling back. The princess then draws a swirling peppermint lance from her gem as Tari tries to get back on her feet.

????????: Of course........ it would be rude of me to not finish a fight I started. Nothing personal, just basic warrior's etiquette.

She rushes forward again, more than prepared to drive that lance through Tari's heart........ but is stopped when her lance meets a pair of cleavers wielded by a familiar ragdoll.

Ragatha: What the hell do you think you're doing?

????????: Oh come on, Ragatha. You know how banefully boring a patrol can be. What's the matter with letting off some steam?

Ragatha: She's with me. And she has nothing to do with this. Now stand down.

????????: And you think you can take me on?

Ragatha: No........ but Aybel might. Especially when he finds out you abandoned your patrol in an area where there's a primeval on the loose.

Tari is shocked to even see Ragatha of all people here, and confused as to what this woman has to do with her.

Ragatha: I'm giving you a choice here. Either we keep up this fight and Aybel finds out you abandoned your duties to "let off steam", or you can stay your weapon and save your murder boner for the primeval.

The air is tense and still as the two stare each other down.

Ragatha: What's it gonna be?

With a sigh, the princess relents and stays her weapon.

Saturday: You're no fun. It's not like I was gonna kill her anyways.

Ragatha: Yeah....... right.

Ragatha stows her cleavers and helps Tari to her feet.

Ragatha: I am so sorry about this. She can be a bit......... trigger happy, sometimes.

Tari: It's okay, but......... could you please explain to me what's going on here?

????????: I am Loolilalu of house Bonbon, heir to the throne of Sugar Canyon.

Ragatha: We just call her Saturday.

Tari: Well, it's nice to meet you, Miss Saturday.

Saturday only replies with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. A bit of a brat, as you can see.

Ragatha: So...... why are you out here, anyways?

Tari: I was just heading home for the night until your friend ambushed me. How about you?

Their little meet and greet is interrupted by a distorted shriek from the woods.

Ragatha: ........That's why.

Saturday: I'll tell you what. You can either fly back to your little nest and forget tonight ever happened, or you can make yourself useful and see how deep this rabbit hole goes. I personally don't care which.

Saturday then rushes off in the direction of the shrieking with Ragatha following close behind, leaving Tari to contemplate her next move.

Clench: I don't know about you.......... but I'd like to show that bitch just how "useful" we can be.

Tari gives a confident smirk as she spreads her wings and flies off after the two.

#smg4 #smg4 au #smg4 fanfic #tadc #Nexus!AU

[fandomandangstlover]

Lil Coding shifts on its paws. It glances at SMG4 from its spot on his bed. It's ears lower as it watches him work.

It.. didn't consider him it's friend anymore. Something.. more.

It had scoured the internet, looking for what it was feeling. So, so many articles had come up, saying it was feeling romantic feelings. But the little Coding didn't want to kiss the man. That was very.. strange and pretty creepy.

It didn't consider him it's best friend either. It's feelings were more than that.

It blinks as an article pops up.

'Found Family'.

It blinks once more and starts to read through it. Its tail slowly begins to wag as it reads it. Found family.. being accepted into a group of people and treated like one of their own..

4.. was its father!

It leaps up from its spot and giggles. Dad!

It jolts and winces a bit when 4 spits out his drink. It quickly sits back down as he spins around in his chair to look at it.

"What did you call me?" he asks, voice soft.

Uh.. dad! it tilts its head. Because.. you and the others accepted me. And because you're always caring for me and feeding me and stuff like that.

4 is quiet before chuckling. He smiles and nods. "I mean, if you want to call me your dad.. I'm not against it."

Lil Coding cheers and hops off his bed. It makes its way over to him and leaps up onto his lap before laying down. It purred as it thought.

Oh! Then that makes 3 my other dad!

"W-wait, what?!" 4's face goes bright red, but the little Coding doesn't seem to notice.

And then Mario would be uncle, and Meggy would be my aunt.. man, I've got a lot to figure out! it giggles.

4 sighs and shakes his head. "Yeah, we're going to the USBs tomorrow. We're getting your internet usage restricted."

What?! Nooooooooo! I'm a big code, dad! it huffs and glares up at him.

"Maybe," he chuckles. "but you're still young."

Aw, maaaaaaaaan...

HWHDGWGSJWKJSGQJAKDHQBSJSKSQJBSHSJQ FATHER & SON FATHER & SON FATHERS & SON F

OUGH.... FOUND FAMILY MY BELOVED....

A CAT CODE KID WITH ITS TRAUMATIZED MEME GUARDIAN FATHER!!!!!

#EATS... VERY FLUFFY!!!! #my thoughts #fanfiction #factory reset in progress

[retiredkat]

Rick & Michonne AMC says You get a spin-off!

Negan & Meggie AMC says You get a spin-off!

Daryl AMC says You get a spin-off! In Europe!

Tales AMC says You get a spin-off!

FTWD AMC says you get another season!

Carol AMC says

#the walking dead #twd spoilers #carol peletier #melissamcbride #season 11 #amc the walking dead

[ask-marios-apprentice]

I am sitting next to Miyamoto at a Strikers game.

Or more specifically.

I am sitting next to moniter Miyamoto is being displayed on a video call.

We are currently at a Strikers game, I'm here because I am deciding if I want to take a crack at playing the football/soccer like sport. And Miyamoto was here because he was checking if making a new Mario strikers game.

Right now, it's team Rosalina versus Team Waluigi.

Rosalina had Luigi, Meggy and prince Peasley.

Waluigi had Ashley, Toad, and Merida.

Rosalina's team was who I was rooting for.

And they needed the rooting, they were 10 to 5.

What was I talking about.

Oh yeah.

When it's half time, I'll talk to Miyamoto.

...

Ok now it's half time

Here are some questions that I asked Miyamoto

Garth: What is your current opinion of the game?

Miyamoto: I am not entirely sure about the play factor. The energy is there but we might need to cut some characters.

Garth: I mean like from a non game design example, I mean, I don't play this sport, but I can kind of understand it.

Miyamoto: Look, I'm here to check if this would be suitable for a new game. Kopai is looking for the next Mario sports spin-off to come out in a few years, all we have is gold.

Garth: O...Kay. Um...Next question. how does your job work?

Miyamoto: I act as an information ambassador. I check info from Mario adventures the Mushroom Kingdom and Panko, then I provide it to the teams that work on the Mario Games.

Garth: But wait, what about the inaccuracies in the games that come out. Like not to scale environments and dialogue errors and the pop culture that appears.

Miyamoto: We can't have everything one to one, aside from the complex recreation of structures and land marks, there is also licensing and the fact that we can not reveal to much to the planet earth.

Garth: Oh.

…

Garth: last question before the last half of the game. Why did you say that you were Junior's mom?

Miyamoto: Uh, Well. "Sigh" I am going, to be honest. I don't know and I panicked. I told them I "created" him, so technically, that made me his mom. Since earth only knows me as the creator of the Mario Brothers.

Garth: But you did not crea...

Miyamoto: YES. I KNOW I DID NOT CREATE THE BROTHERS. I MADE THE GAMES BASED ON THEIR LIVES. {Breaths in and out] It is kind of hard to keep secret that there is another world we are trying to let them know about in really small doses.

Garth: Oh... oh, I don't really know to respond to this.

...

Garth: Can I ask one really quick last question...

Miyamoto: Sigh, Make it quick.

Garth: Okay... [Breaths in and out] When I am SUPER, can I Have Games based on my adventures come out.

Miyamoto: Kid, when I overheard you went missing. Both planets were running news stories at absurd paces.

Garth: Oh...

Miyamoto:... We will keep it in mind. I'm not saying yes.

Garth: Real [gets pelted in the face with a ball].

Peasley: Sorry.

...

After that, Peasley explained that he was showing of and he thought that the energy barriers were on and keeping the audience safe from any stray shots.

He also asked if he could be in the game (oh yeah, Miyamoto said the game was going to be made).

This devolved into a shouting match.

I then left.

I Checked the score later that night and found that Waluigi's team won.

Go figure.

Garth signing off, And I don't think ill be playing a strikers game anytime soon.

#mario #garththeaprentice #mario bros #super mario bros #garth #marios apprentice #super mario #super mario brothers #garth the apprentice #mario brothers #mario strikers #Mario Strikers battle League #smg4 meggy #meggy spletzer #shigeru miyamoto #Miyamoto #prince peasley #waluigi #rosalina #SUPER #Merida #ashley #wario ware #super star saga #smg4 #question #bowser junior #bowser #kopai

[neodracunyan]

SMG5 - Everybody HATES the Huckerdoos Book Cover

This is the book cover for my spin-off SMG5 series called, "Everybody HATES the Huckerdoos", where the SMG5 have to deal with the new neighbors that moved in right across the street from Y/n's house as they bring out the hatred on the Huckerdoo Family for being a bunch of obnoxious, annoying, infuriating, aggravating, not-so-perfect neighbors.

Hank Huckerdoo, his wife, Suzanne Huckerdoo and their two kids, Timmy and Susie Huckerdoo are the worst kind of neighbors that you don't want to have in your neighboorhood.

All Hank wants to do is mow his lawn every day and even during the middle of the night and win the best lawn of the year trophies while his wife, Suzanne tries to cheat on her husband with our beloved creative hero, Y/n to which he did not like at all and wanted a restraining order against her after that day when Y/n tried to get a job cleaning the Huckerdoos own pool. The main reason why is because Hank cheats on her wife more than 6 times and she hates Hank for being such a square.

To make matters worse, Y/n and the people who lived his own home had to babysit the Huckerdoo's kids while they go out for dinner at Outback Steakhouse and they didn't even bother letting Y/n agree or not to watch over them, which soon have gone completely out of proportion until they arrived back from the restaurant and Y/n and his family didn't even care if they are not allowed near the Huckerdoo residence after the babysitting job went wrong.

Let's also not forget how the rest of the SMG5 gang including SMG4 and SMG3 share the same hatred for the Huckerdoo family:

SMG4: Didn't like how they think memes are not funny and how Hank's lawn mower kept him up at night when SMG4 decided to stay over at Y/n's place for awhile.

SMG3: Hates them for how they treated Eggdog and how they insulted his streams and his baked bean collection. Not to mention on how they gave his cafe a 1-Star review for how Hank wanted his coffee or how bad the service is.

Mario: Shared the same amount of hatred as Y/n that made him want to piss on Hank's lawn or even burn it to the ground. Not to mention that he would give him the "Bird" for no reason or for the right reason.

Luigi: Hated the Huckerdoos because of Hank being homophobic and hating the LGBTQ+ Community and would join in on "The Huckerdoos Haters Club", which became an actual club as one of the founders.

Jeffy: He hates them for some reason like how Timmy and Susie broke his stuff including his beloved Cat Piano as he hits Susie with a baseball bat.

The FNAF Animatronics: The animatronics from the original and fangames hated the Huckerdoos for a lot of reason that would make them want to kill them in their sleep or even set their house on fire.

Y/n's Pets (Jack the Jackal, Smurf Cat, Teddy the Huggable, Eggbert the Eggdog, etc): They hate them as much as their owner, Y/n and they would do anything for their master to make the Huckerdoos' lives a living hell.

Postal Dude: Honestly, he has no regrets in killing the Huckerdoos with Y/n and his friends, just to release some steam or just for fun.

Meggy: She hates them, she wouldn't mind shooting ink on Hank's lawn or trash the house like throwing TP or spray painting the house and Hank's truck.

Tari: She didn't mind them at first, until Timmy and Susie broke her gaming console by accident, which threw her off the deep end that made her join the Huckerdoo Haters Club.

Saiko: She already hates them due to how the Huckerdoos acted all racist towards her and would play loud rock and roll music with her guitar during the night as payback.

Desti: Much like Meggy, she would do the same thing that she would do to the Huckerdoos and would invite her posse to join in on the fun as well.

Axol: Much like Saiko, he hates the Huckerdoos and would use his magic ink pen to create anime characters to destroy their home and steal their stuff like Hank's lawn trophies just because Hank called him a freak of nature.

Melony: She hates the so much on how loud they can be from Hank's lawn mowing day and night or how they treat watermelons horribly.

Bob: He hates Hank for hating his music and blames him for no reason when he thought that he made his son Timmy join a gang, when in reality, Timmy just wanted to join a friend group, which they did not want him to join at all. So he would use his gangster skills and rap music to make the Huckerdoos lives miserable.

Boopkins: He never liked the Huckerdoos when the Huckerdoos made fun of him for his appearance and his love for anime and would do anything to teach those Huckerdoos a lesson.

The Battle Bears: Let's just say that they don't appreciate Hank and his family for calling them either Smokey the Bear or Yogi Bear as they claimed it as an insult. Even the Huggables want to kill them instead of hugging them like they always do.

Naughty Bear: Like the killer bear he always is, he will kill the Huckerdoos in their sleep or do anything to get rid of them for good.

The Teletubbies: Much like the Battle Bears, they would do anything to get back at the Huckerdoos for calling them freaks or ruining their Tubby Custard.

Officer Monitor: As a honorable police officer, he can understand the hatred from everyone as he considers the Huckerdoos a bunch of "Troublesome" neighbors as they force Timmy Huckerdoo to watch over Hank's lawn during the night and arresting him and his family for being a bunch of squares.

Brooklyn T. Guy: He doesn't like the way the Huckerdoos do something like not tiping people with money and only "Literal Tips" or how Timmy Huckerdoo stole a bunch of stuff from other people or how Hank refused to let Y/n and his friends go with a little warning because Hank Huckerdoo is a stupid Square.

Swag and Chris: How can I put this in terms that you people can understand...Swag and Chris would just blow them all up with a tank or some help from the military and the Goldeneye Guards.

Wario and Waluigi: They absolutely hate them for a lot of reason like how they gave them the "Literal Tip" payment instead of getting an actual tip from the Huckerdoo family and will do whatever kind of scam to bankrupt them and steal their stuff, even asking the SMG5 gang for some assistance in case anything goes wrong since they all hate the Huckerdoos as much as them.

Karen the Cat: She and her kids do not even want to even see or speak to them or in fact, service them in her many jobs. Even her kids don't like them, especially Timmy and Susie Huckerdoo due to how annoying and obnoxious they are. Karen would rather shoot them in the face with a shotgun.

Cuphead, Mugman, Ms. Chalice and Bendy: They obviously hate the Huckerdoos and will do everything in their power, even their power of cartoon physics to take out the Huckerdoos once and for all.

Tails Doll: He hates them as much as his surrogate father and would use his demonic powers to haunt their dreams or kill them in their sleep.

Ember: Much like Meggy and Desti, he would do the same thing they'll do to the Huckerdoos, even in his wolf form to cause more damage to their home.

This spin-off series will show my hatred towards the Huckerdoos in every appearance they are in. If you guys got some ideas for some episodes to bring out the Hatred to the Huckerdoos, leave a comment below to tell me how much you hate the Huckerdoos and how you want to make them suffer and burn in the fires of hell.

#fandom #fanart #oc fanart #reader insert #cover art #fanfiction #smg4 luigi #smg4 tari #smg4 mario #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 fanart #smg4 meggy #sml #jeffy

[hmvw2015]

A chibi Meggy!

#fan art #meggy spletzer #smg4 meggy #colored markers #meggy spin-off #glitch productions #anime sparkles #chibi girl #chibi #smg4 #cute #2021 #hmvw2015 #hannah van weelden #female artists on tumblr #redhead #readhead girl #upcoming show #lizzie freeman #more to come #artists on tumblr #please hire me

[pagesoflauren]

The Highest Bidder Ch. 3 (Ransom Drysdale x reader; sugar daddy!AU)

Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.

There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters. This chapter contains some dynamics of the Thrombey family that are revealed in the movie, which--as someone who has seen the movies multiple times--I personally consider to be very minor spoilers. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, swearing, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)

A/N: Thanks for being super patient while I worked on this! This one’s mostly plot, so I promise the next one will be smutty 😏

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Ransom slams the door of his car as he sits in the driver’s seat.

His fucking family.

There was meant to be a “pleasant Sunday brunch-adjacent get-together” for the release party of Harlan’s newest book. His family is never pleasant no matter what day they gather, so Ransom should’ve known it would’ve turned into a shitshow. 

Walt had been parading around boasting about how proud he was of “his and dad’s new book” to anyone outside of the family who would listen. Ransom’s father decided to pick a little fight with him, despite his mother’s urging not to. 

“But they aren’t your books, are they Walt?” Richard taunted, “They’re Harlan’s books.”

Ransom had parked himself right at the refreshments table, nudging the platter of breakfast pastries closer to himself. He idly picked up a croissant and nibbled as he watched everything unfold. “Shit stirring prick,” Meg muttered as she grabbed a cup of coffee. 

“This is all them, Meggy,” he said, his mouth full of soft, buttery croissant flakes. “I’m just getting a front row seat for the entertainment.”

Meg rolled her eyes and walked away. Walt had smiled simply before replying. “Of course, Richard. Just like how the real estate company is Linda’s, not yours.”

Linda then elbowed Richard, a hard signal to defend himself from her little brother’s jab like the “proud husband” he’s supposed to be.

“At least Linda was able to build something on her own.” Ransom rolled his eyes at that statement while his mother patted his father on the shoulder. 

“Only because dad was generous enough to loan her a million dollars to build that company.”

Ransom dipped his croissant into his coffee and smirked as he chewed. When his father didn’t say anything, his mother blew her cap at both of them. 

It started out relatively quiet before escalating into a full on spectacle. Across the room, Ransom saw Harlan exchange a look with Marta, his nurse, before completely ignoring the situation and returning to the conversation he was having with a guest. 

“You can’t say shit, Richard, you’re getting nothing from his family!”

Ransom laughed loudly at the truth in that declaration. The three pairs of eyes turned and fingers pointed at him before insults were spewed his way. 

Rolling his eyes, he let them at him, not caring what they were saying. It was all true. He was a little piece of shit, an entitled prick, he was all of it. 

Because of them.

Leaving his half eaten croissant in his coffee cup, he placed it on the table and coolly sauntered across the room, slander following him all the way until it was directed back within the group. 

Ransom had grabbed a copy of the book, given his granddad a nod of acknowledgement as a goodbye, then left. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the yelling all the way from the parking lot. Harlan looked a little disappointed as he left. 

What did Harlan ever do for him anyway, besides give him a generous monthly allowance? What did his parents ever do for him? His mother spent her days running a real estate company while his father devoted his time to doing everything he could to get his hands on some of that money. 

And where did Ransom fall in all of this? 

Nobody actually cared about him. They shut him up with money and invited him to parties to make him feel like he was part of something. In reality, his family was nothing to be a part of. There wasn’t anything to them. Just a pile of mystery novels that turned words into money and fed it to hungry beasts. And Ransom was one of them. 

That’s what he was, that’s what he was always meant to be. His mother never let him be a kid. When the grass was bright green after all the snow melted and Ransom rolled around, staining his crisp private school uniform with virescent splotches, she yelled at him. When she instructed her husband to continue the scolding, he gave a half-assed, “Don’t do it again.” The day was ruined after that. 

And somehow, in the moment when he breathed in your perfume, he remembered one of the few moments where he was content: watching the world spin as the sky was down and the ground was up and the conifers looked like stalactites in a strange cave. 

He loved remembering that. And it terrified him. The second he started remembering the brief golden moments of his childhood, he knew it was best to get himself off as soon as possible and take off. He’d hold on to memories of how you felt around his cock for when he couldn’t get between a girl’s legs. 

He’ll never admit to anyone how often he thinks of you and the time he spent sharing a bed with you. 

Shaking his head and starting the car, he pulled away from the party venue and drove through the city. At a stoplight, he picks up the hefty novel and flips it to the back cover.

He reads something about a statue and a dead art historian. Rolling his eyes, already disinterested, he throws the book back on the seat. 

Passing through the university area, Ransom decides to grab a cup of coffee. He pulls into a parking spot, ignoring the blinking red light of the meter as he gets out to enter the cafe. 

He does a double take when he sees you exiting with a man. You look completely different: your hair is in a messy ponytail and your makeup is more natural, focusing on accentuating your features instead of looking glamorous. You’re donning a sweater with the name of the university just across the street. 

He’s rendered immobile at the sight of you. His thoughts come crashing down on him like an avalanche.

It’s been nearly two months since that night. He’s filled the days and weeks between now and then with various girls, all of whom were confident and sexy and unafraid to match his pace in bed. He could have any one of them at his doorstep with a snap of his fingers. 

So why is he suddenly frozen, watching you and some guy walk down the street? 

It was ridiculous, really, how much he had dreamt of your encounter, tried to recall your smell and the taste of your skin. He hates that he never got a sample from between your legs. He’d been so caught up in how you felt around his finger that it went straight to his cock and he just had to be inside you. 

He’s never been so caught up on anyone before. 

When he drinks whiskey, he sees you, turning in your dress and heels. He wonders if maybe he could see you again, maybe you’d be more confident, maybe more experienced…

Have you slept with anyone since July? Have you slept with the guy you’re with now?

His wonder causes him to mindlessly follow after you, sights set on the bright scrunchie that keeps your hair together as he imagines you underneath the guy you’re walking with, crying out as he thrusts into you…

Ransom doesn’t like the idea of that. He hates it, shakes his head to dispel it from his brain. Then he stops suddenly. 

But what does it matter? You weren’t anyone to him, just some girl on a website who auctioned your virginity and he bought it. He didn’t buy you. You weren’t his to own.

He’d be lying if he said he felt he got his money’s worth though. 

When he thinks about that night, besides all the erotic images of your face and how you felt wrapped so tightly around him, there was something underneath the heat and lust he felt. He saw curiosity come across your face multiple times that night and he felt the same. 

He wanted to know what you’d look like on top. He wanted to know what you tasted like (he still hates himself for not taking the opportunity). He wanted to know what sounds you’d make when he went rough. He wanted to know how you sounded when you let yourself succumb to complete, unrestrained pleasure. 

He knew you were holding back, he saw the terror that came across your face when you looked at his size. You barely even touched him. God, how would you touch him? How would your hands feel on him, running over his skin? 

There were so many things he wanted to know about you, so many things he wanted to watch you do. 

It terrified him to remember the brief blissful moments of his childhood while he was with you, and that’s why he left so quickly. But one night with you wasn’t enough.

The thought propels him forward, stepping after you again once he spies your scrunchie again. 

You’re turning a corner; he needs to catch up. His pace quickens. 

When has he ever chased a girl before?

As he rounds the corner, Ransom sees you stepping into a shop, appearing to playfully curtsey as the man holds the door open for you. He slows down a little, wanting it to appear as if he’s casually walking around. When he reaches the shop, he realizes it’s a used bookstore. 

Maybe I can grab Harlan’s book and pretend I’m selling it.

He decides against it though. He doesn’t want to risk you getting away from him. He enters the shop and immediately goes for the taller shelves to conceal himself from plain view. Peeking between the tops of the books and the next shelf above it, he spots you. You’re near the back, looking at the large, brightly colored children’s books. 

Shit, did he get you pregnant?! 

Ransom shakes his head then smiles to himself; he remembers hearing you gasp when he rolled a condom onto himself. He feels his cock twitch at the memory. 

“God, it’s so ridiculous that we have to buy our own books for clinicals,” he hears you gripe. 

“Yeah, but it’s good practice for when we’re actually in the field,” the man nudges you with his elbow, “We’re gonna have to figure out which books will suit clients’ interest and all.” 

“Yeah, I guess. I just wish I didn’t have to do this before work tonight.”

“Don’t you work at eight, though?”

Work? Why are you working when he gave you so much money?

“Yeah, but it’s less time preparing for seminar tomorrow. Not to mention the paper for fluency. Ugh, being a grad student is so hard, Toby,” you moan, leaning your forehead on his shoulder.

A hot puff of air shoots out from Ransom’s nose.

“Oh, stop it, you big baby. C’mon. It’s barely past one. We’re gonna get this done, then go back to my place and study a little. And remember why we’re doing this?” he asks, turning so his front is facing you. Your head sags for a moment, having leaned the weight of your skull on him before your neck straightens. 

“To help kids become better communicators,” you say together, as if it’s a mantra. 

“Exactly,” the man--Toby--smiles. “Besides, it’s Sunday. I’m pretty sure the diner won’t be super crowded like it was for me last night. If anything, it’s crowded with people trying to cure their hangovers right now. Then, when the diner’s empty, you can study. It’s just on the next block over, anyway. They know you’re a student, so I don’t think they’ll kick up a fuss if you crack open a notebook. It’s just you and the cook, too, right?”

You hum in affirmation as you pick up a book and tuck it under your arm. 

“So, that just shows they know nobody’s gonna be there! You’re golden!” 

You giggle as you swat his hand away when he makes to pinch you. Ransom leans forward into the bookcase in an attempt to get closer to you, enchanted by the sound. 

What the hell has gotten into him?!

“Sir, can I help you find something?” a store associate startles him.

“What--no, no. Absolutely not,” Ransom spews, fumbling around with his hands trying to look inconspicuous. His leather jacket squeaks with his movements. The associate looks confused, tilting their head as they watch him. 

“I’m just leaving,” he shakes his head, making his way to storm out the door. 

He makes his way back to his car, taking note of the diner Toby was talking about. It really was on the next block over, hard to miss with a gaudy 50s-style neon green light-up sign and fluorescent pink lettering.

Ransom smiles to himself as he makes his way back to his car. He knows exactly what to do.

The lighting in the diner is harsh against Ransom’s eyes and he blinks a little as he gets out of his car. It’s just before midnight and the streets are empty, save for a few students who are walking into the coffeeshop and drugstores around the block. Stepping in, checkered black and light gray tiles lay on the floor, though he’s certain the gray tiles are supposed to be white. There’s a counter with a bunch of red cushioned stools and booths all around the wall. 

“Evenin’ son,” the cook says as he peeks through the window on the wall beyond the counter. “You just take a seat right up here and our hostess will be right out.”

The man turns away and shouts your name.

Ransom smirks at the sound of your name, perching himself on a stool and immediately getting comfortable. The only thing that would make this better would be if the stools had backs so he could put his feet up. Instead, he rests his elbow on the counter and waits for you to come.

The kitchen door swings open.

“Sorry to keep you waiting--” your sentence stops short and he smiles deviously at you.

You’re in the same makeup and ponytail from earlier, though this time a pen is nestled where your hair is gathered, kept in place by the scrunchie you’ve been wearing. Instead of your university sweatshirt, you’re sporting a denim blue button up waitress dress, complete with a sewn on oval white patch with your name stitched into it. There’s a white apron tied around your waist. 

His smirk deepens more. If anything, this is almost like the start to a bad porn film. One where he’d bend you over the counter and--

“Hi, Ransom,” you greet him, interrupting his almost fantasy. 

“Hey,” he nods, so satisfied in your surprised expression. 

You awkwardly place the menu in front of him and wring your hands a little.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee?”

Ransom hums, pink lips puckering before he answers, “Hot chocolate, actually.”

Your nod is a little perplexed. “Okay, right. I’ll go get that for you.”

You turn to the espresso machine behind you and Ransom likes the view of your ass he’s treated to as he opens the menu. Once he’s decided, he looks up, seeing your back still turned to him as you watch hot chocolate trickle into a mug. He knows it can’t be that interesting.

“Hey,” he calls, disrupting your focus.

You whirl around, ponytail whipping about with the movement of your head. “Huh?”

“I’m ready,” he says, holding up the menu.

“Oh,” you reach into the pocket of your apron and pull out a notepad before plucking the pen from your hair. “What’ll it be?”

He multitasks, reciting his order and watching you at the same time. You seem to be avoiding looking at him, even when you ask him to clarify what bread he wants for his toast. Your eyes briefly dart up from your notepad to his face when you repeat his order.

When he hums in affirmation that you got his order correct, your movements seem to buffer. 

Got her, he thinks. 

You rip the sheet from the pad and hand it to the cook.

“Man, Monte Cristo crepes? At this time of night?”  the man whines.

Ransom gives an apathetic shrug.

“Well, alright then. You better tip our little miss here well so that she can split it with me.”

Ransom watches as you press your palm into your forehead, probably cringing at the idea of him tipping you after he paid you $50,000. 

You turn back to the espresso machine and grab the mug, carefully carrying it to him.

“Whipped cream?” you offer, taking out the silver canister from the fridge underneath the counter. 

“No,” he shakes his head, “I’d prefer having that in the bedroom.” 

You seem to huff a laugh at that and you put the canister back where it belongs. 

He takes a sip, then his face scrunches. 

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Is this imported?” 

It appears you can’t help the bewildered smile that comes across your face. “Um, I don’t know where it’s from, but I don’t think it’s imported.”

“Oh.” He gives an experimental sip, holding the liquid in his mouth before he swallows.

“Is it okay?” you ask.

So you’re a people pleaser… or you’re just a waitress trying to make sure your customer’s satisfied.

“Yeah, it’s acceptable.”

“Oh, good,” you smile, relieved. 

He only nods and turns his attention to the rest of the diner. It really is only the three of you there. Again, the idea of this situation being like a bad porno crosses Ransom’s mind. 

When he looks at you again, you’re cleaning the coffee machine.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Cleaning the coffee machine.”

“No, what are you doing here?”

You turn to look at him. “I’m working…?”

“Well, I can see that, but I gave you fifty grand.” 

Your head whips to look over at the cook. Ransom’s eyes follow, seeing he’s occupied at the stove. He didn’t appear to hear anything. “Fifty grand’s not nothing. Did they not send you the payment?”

“You know, I could ask you what you’re doing here, too. I didn’t pin you as someone who lived in the university area,” you say, changing the subject. 

“I don’t live around here.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Your eyes narrow. He can see you’re strategizing. 

“If I answer your questions, will you answer mine?”

“Sure,” Ransom relaxes as much as he can, though he has to be honest, the stool doesn’t give him that much lounging real estate. 

“They sent me the payment.”

“So, why are you working?”

“I go to school across the street. The money you gave me is enough to pay for the tuition costs not covered by financial aid. But I need to pay for books and rent and groceries. And it’ll be four more semesters until I finish my degree, so I’ll need a little more than what you gave me to keep my head above water.”

So that’s why you thanked him. He helped pay for your education. 

He nods, sipping his chocolate. As a plot forms in his head, he has to admit, for some cheap, unimported trash, it’s growing on him. Said plot would involve him getting what he wants from you and you no longer needing to work in this dump. He goes to open his mouth and you turn with a smile of your own. 

“You said if I answer your questions, then you’d answer mine.” 

“And if I don’t answer your question?” he challenges. 

You smile. “Then this conversation is over.”

You raise your eyebrows expectantly at him and he shakes his head, giving a half-shrug. 

“Just here to grab some Monte Cristo crepes and kill a craving,” he lies. Maybe the craving part is true, though. 

You hum in acknowledgement, though he’s not sure you fully accept his answer. Taking the towels you used to clean the coffee machine, you disappear into the back. When you return, you’re holding a notebook. 

“How long have you been working here?” 

“Why do you care?”

“Just trying to make conversation,” he feigns innocence.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of man who does that.”

Ah, so suddenly you have the ability to get a read on people? What other things does he not know about you? Your encounter at the hotel made him think you were some naive young woman who was sheltered all her life. In the fifteen minutes he’s been here, you’re showing him you’re anything but.

What else is there to discover about you? he wonders.

“I’m just asking because I might be able to help you. Financially.”

“Ransom, I have nothing else left to offer,” you say. 

So you think.

“And your payment was more than generous.”

The cook calls to you and places a plate on the kitchen window sill. You grab it and set Ransom’s order in front of him.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Nothing...for now,” he remarks suggestively. 

You nod once and open your notebook. As Ransom revels in the cheesy goodness of the crepes in front of him, he watches you quickly jot down things onto the paper and listens to you mutter to yourself. 

As he scarfs down all the greasy morsels and chases each bite with hot chocolate, he considers badgering you more. But seeing how stressed you look, he decides to back off. 

If you were his mother, on the other hand…

When he’s done, he snaps his fingers at you. You look unamused at the gesture but clear his plate anyway. You bring it back to the kitchen. He hears some chatter and the sink running before you return and stand at the register. He’s again treated to a view of your ass as you shift from one foot to another while processing the transaction. 

“I’m taking fifteen,” the cook calls to you.

“Alright,” you shout back, tearing away his receipt and Ransom’s ready with a couple bills. 

“Just keep the change,” he winks at you. “Well, maybe give some of it to your grumpy cook.”

He likes the way you laugh at his comment. 

“Thanks,” you smile at him again. “See you...whenever, I guess.”

“Actually,” he begins, “about that help I can give you…”

You sigh. “I already told you, there’s nothing else I can offer you. You,” he watches as you pause and laugh humorlessly,” You paid for my virginity and you got it. Unless you have a kid who needs help with reading or writing, I don’t think--”

“I’m not paying you to tutor anyone.” Ransom bites the inside of his cheek as he smiles at himself. 

Maybe you can help Walt with some comprehension issues.

“I was thinking...you and I can come to some sort of arrangement.”

“‘Arrangement’?” You lean against the counter with the espresso machine, arms folded across your chest as you face him. 

“Yeah. You live with me, I cover whatever other living costs you need. And you,” he says, one corner of his mouth curls up wickedly as he leans his arms on the counter in an attempt to get closer to you, “You keep me entertained.”

The way your eyes widen slightly at the word “entertained” tells him you know exactly what he means. 

“I don’t think so,” you scoff, shaking your head and walking to retrieve your notebook.

Well, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. 

“Excuse me?” he asks, appalled. His eyes follow your figure walking to the other side of the counter. 

“I don’t think so,” you repeat plainly.

What even is this? He’s never been rejected by a woman before. They fell at his feet all the time. There were some that played hard to get, but they always came crawling to him in the end. 

He has to admit, though, he does like this side of you. 

“Why not?” he presses.

You look around as if to check if anyone’s around to hear you. “I didn’t even orgasm, Ransom,” you laugh. “I’d rather rough it and have a job here instead of entering an arrangement where I’m not going to get something out of it.”

“You’re getting something out of it,” Ransom says, standing up to follow you across the counter. “I told you, I’ll cover your living costs.”

“I mean something pleasurable, you doofus.”

You turn to go into the kitchen. 

Normally, Ransom isn’t a man who begs. But he always gets what he wants. And hell, he wants you and all the memories you bring back to him. He wants to uncover you layer by layer until he reaches your very core and knows you inside and out.

God, what is this mushy stuff he’s thinking right now?

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait,” he says. “You didn’t…? And because of that you don’t wanna do this?”

“No.”

“Listen, I can make you cum,” he states firmly, index finger pressing into the countertop as if to make his point.

“You don’t need to get so worked up over this, Ransom,” he scowls when you laugh at him, “You’re a handsome guy. I’m sure there’s plenty of other girls who will gladly take you up on your offer.”

Somehow, you calling him handsome doesn’t stroke his ego. Rather, it feels insulting. This is you letting him down easy. 

Fuck no.

“I don’t want the other girls.”

“Is that to suggest you want me?” you inquire. 

“The arrangement isn’t going to benefit just me in bed,” he changes the subject. 

“Oh, it wouldn’t?” you say, unimpressed again. 

His smirk mirrors yours. 

If it’s a game you want to play, game on.

“How about a deal?” 

Your eyes narrow. “What kind of deal?”

He rests his forearms on the counter this time. “I make you cum, you enter this arrangement with me. If not, you never have to see me again.”

He can see the gears turning in your head.

“Three,” you say.

“Sorry, what?” he shakes his head, confused.

“I wanna cum three times,” you tell him. 

He chuckles to himself. He likes that you’re not afraid to say what you want. Besides, another night with you would mean he gets his $50,000 worth. 

“Easy.”

“Well, then, Ransom, you got yourself a deal.” You offer your hand for him to shake.

Taking your hand, he yanks you towards him so you’re right up against the counter. He leans forward, your faces less than an inch apart. That glint of nervousness flashes in your eyes again and again, he chuckles.

“No. I got you.”

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

If requests are open, perhaps tfa Megatron trying to figure out how to fuck his tiny human s/o? That's quite the size difference, might take some figuring out

That IS a bit of an interesting spin! I have quite a few ideas on the topic at hand, but we’ll stick with just one of them for this.

Megatron was always under the impression that he was ready for anything. That is, until he met you. You were something that threw him for quite the loop. A tiny fleshy that stole his spark. You were so small, so delicate, so loving. All while having quite a smart little mouth on you. It was no wonder the big, bad warlord fell for you. Being in a relationship with him was fairly nice; having a big boyfriend who had many strong friends to protect you, enough money so you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life, and his loving affection. There was just….one pressing issue that was between you two. Making love. This dude was bigger than a goddamn building, and you were but a human. You two making love didn’t exactly….work. Even if you both had bits to play with, the size difference was massive. You wouldn’t suck on him, trying to suck on his valve was bound to just be a giant mess. You two honestly didn’t know how to help each other. Watching each other do it was about the best you two could do. It was nice, but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him. To embrace his heat, to make him cum, to show your love to great and powerful-

“Megatron!”

You grinned as you were brought back to the base. Megatron was busy with so and so, hence why he let Lugnut watch over you while you were out and about your normal routine, much as he disliked it. Megatron chuckled as you came in, letting you walk onto his palm.

“Darling. Back so soon?”

“I really missed you, so I didn’t want to be gone for too long. I got you something!”

He covered his optics with his other palm, and you dug into the bag. You peeled the sticker off, before stamping it right onto hand. He looked it over, before chuckling. He had grown quite fond of these human stickers.

“It’s quite precious, my dear. Thank you.”

There was a moment, an honest and genuine moment of love in his optics, before he looked at Blitzwing.

“Blitzwing, handle things from here. I’ll be back. Eventually.”

Without even an okay, Megatron walked back to his quarters, kissing the top of your head. He made sure his door was locked, before he hopped into berth, holding you in his servos. He kept kissing your head, your forehead, your cheek. All while his little human chuckled and let themselves feel his affection. It was nice. Having a big, strong thing like Megatron over you, desperately giving you affection. It was enough for you to part your legs, and rub at yourself. It was silly, how a few kisses got you feeling all types of hot and bothered. Megatron took notice of this, a huge smirk across his face.

“All from a few kisses, love?”

“I meant it when I said I missed you, bucket head.”

He gave a small laugh, before popping open his spike panel. As you’d expect, Megatron was HUGE. Definitely bigger than any of your exes. It was why it made you feel guilty. You wanted to make him feel good. He was about to reach down and help them with your underwear, before you motioned for him to stop. He looked confused.

“Darling? Am I being too forward?”

“No. I just, uh. Look, Meggy, I don’t wanna sit here and just watch you play with yourself. I want more than that. I want to make love TO you. WITH you.”

Megatron sighed. You knew he had thought the exact same thing.

“Darling, I’d adore it. I’d LOVE that. But as you can see, I won’t exactly fit. And you won’t exactly….satisfy me.”

You frowned. You wanted to think of something, anything. You got off of his hand, and onto his spike. You weren’t crazy enough to attempt taking this monster of a gerth, but that didn't stop you from rubbing up against the tip of it. You could totally work with this, but the slight amusement on his face showed that he wasn’t getting much out of it. You kept at it, pretending to think and your now ruined underwear slid across his thick, hot metal. That was when an idea actually came to you. You peeled off your underwear, and motioned for him to pick you up. He obeyed, clearly curious as to what you had planned. You had him lay down a pillow for himself to lay on, all while he was holding you in his big hand. You parted your legs for him, as wide as you could. You had his attention, clearly.

“Why don’t you just….put your mouth here, and you can pretend the pillow is what you want to do to me.”

Somehow, he knew exactly what you meant. His mouth was between your legs in an instant, and a shiver ran up your spine. A hot, wet, metal, alien tongue was a new sensation for your starving privates. Go figure. You could tell he was trying so hard to be delicate, which was so unlike the touches he gave to himself. He didn’t want to hurt you, or primus forbid, accidentally swallow you. His glossa was so delicate, yet so hungry, while his hips bucked furiously against the pillow underneath him. You held onto his face, squirming and groaning in delight. He was inside of you. In some way, a part of Megatron was inside of you, making love to you. Watching his optics on you was bad enough, but pair that with the fact that you could imagine those hips going against your own? It was no wonder you came as quickly as you did. Megatron followed suit but a moment later, clearly abuzz with the fact that he could actually TOUCH you for once. He pulled away, lapping your fluids off of his lips.

“Well. Suppose THAT’S something we could do now. Unless you had any objections?”

You shook your head so quickly, it made him laugh. While this wasn’t all you’ve ever wanted, it was a start. Besides.

You had him. And that was what was most important.

#asks #lemon #megatron

[jobean12-blog]

wait omg think about this ok... beefy bucky and reader versus the team in a nerf gun battle

Nerf Wars

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 910

Summary: You have some fun with Bucky that turns into an all out war with all your Avenger friends

Author’s Note: This was way too much fun to write! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy it

Warnings: implied smut and fun times and lots of FLUFFY FUN! 

“Ouch, y/n, what the hell was that?!?,” Bucky yells as he spins around rubbing his butt cheek. He barely caught a glimpse of your retreating form as you dash with a giggle out the door and down the hallway, Bucky reaching down to pick up the foam Nerf dart, “oh, it’s on, baby girl,” he says to himself with an evil grin.

Later that day you’re in the kitchen grabbing a snack with Nat, chit chatting about nothing when you get hit in the ass by a Nerf dart, “shit, shit, shit,” you mutter, quickly ducking behind the island. Nat instinctively crouches down next to you, “what the hell is going on, y/n where did that come from?” she asks, not evening trying to hide her amusement. You fill her in on the little stunt you pulled this morning and she bursts out laughing, “Oh you asked for it, girl, I would be on high alert at all times,” she advises, smiling like a little kid.

Lying in bed, naked bodies pressed impossibly close, and Bucky caressing your ass, you are suddenly reminded of the Nerf dart bruise, “hey Barnes couldn’t resist getting me back, huh,” you joke poking his sides. “Listen, sweetheart, if it’s a Nerf war you want, I’ll give it to you, you’re messing with the wrong guy,” he smirks, stilling your roaming hands and rolling over on top of you. You wiggle beneath him, never tiring of the feel of his strong and solid body pressing you into the mattress, “actually, I have an even better idea,” you say, giving him your best evil genius look, “here’s what we’re gonna do…”

It’s been quiet around the compound, everyone taking time off in preparation for the Holidays. You and Bucky are down in the gym, sparring like you would any other day, Steve is weight lifting and Nat is doing some yoga. Sam and Wanda come down the stairs, you give Bucky the nod, he sneaks off, and you grab everyone’s attention by making up some ridiculous story about a naked cowboy you saw in Times Square earlier while running errands.

Sam is the first to be hit, “son of a bitch, that hurt,” he yells as he rubs the back of his head, spinning to find the culprit. Steve goes down next, taking multiple shots to the back and head, “what the hell is this, we are under attack!”

Bucky emerges from behind the supply closet and makes a bee line for you, throwing a Nerf gun in your direction, which you easily catch and begin shooting, he grabs you around the waist and picks you up with ease as the two of you escape the gym, firing away at your friends the whole time.

Once in the safety of your shared room, Bucky finally sets you down, “woooohoooo! That was amazing! I must have hit Steve like 15 times and Sam was so mad,” Bucky excitedly chatters while bouncing on the balls of his feet. You smile huge as you eye him up and down, “you’re barely out of breath babe and you carried me up two flights of steps while running,” you say, giving him a saucy look before hooking your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him.

The next thing you know you’re in Bucky’s lap as he bounces down onto the mattress, hands frantically pulling at clothes in between heated kisses. Your shirt is thrown to the floor; Bucky’s following soon after as he gently lays you on the bed, his feats of strength a constant turn on for you.

Just as you’re working his sweatpants down his legs, the bedroom door bursts open and you are bombarded with Nerf darts from what seems like every direction. Bucky takes several hits to his practically bear ass as you scream under him and hide.

“It’s a damn good thing I didn’t get an eyeful of your naked ass when I bust the door down, Barnes, or that would have been two wins for you, I would have run the other way,” Sam taunts as he reloads his Nerf gun.

Bucky finally leaps off the bed taking you with him, luckily you still had your bra on so he grabs your own Nerf guns and you both start firing away, getting a few good shots in before backing into the bathroom and locking the door.

You hear everyone calling you cowards and quitters, throwing jabs left and right, Steve finally calling it off with a huff, “this isn’t over you two. You started this and we are gonna finish it.”

They leave with a slam of the door, you and Bucky crouched in the back of the bathroom, no longer able to hold in your fit of laughter, “oh now it’s really on babe,” you say as you retrieve your phone from your pocket and open your Amazon app. “What are you doing, doll?” Bucky asks, eyeing you appreciatively as you type away in only your bra and sweats. “I’m placing the biggest Nerf gun order Amazon has ever seen, if it’s a war they want, it’s a war they are gonna get,” you reply, winking at Bucky.

He barks out a laugh as he scoots closer to you, pulling the phone from your hands, “shop later, let’s say you and I take a shower, then we can devise our master plan,” he grins before silencing you with a searing kiss.

@annavega333 @abovethesmokestacks @beckzorz @book-dragon-13 @buckingmadness @buckmesideways22 @buckysbrat @cametobuyplums @chuuulip @cchellacat @collinsstanharbour @eurynome827 @im-not-great-at-making-up-names @jewels2876 @jewelofwinter @loricameback @lancetuckershairgel @littledarlinhavefaithinme @marvelgirl7 @marvelous-meggi @marvelandotherfandomimagines @nerdypinupcrystal @randomfandompenguin @sebastiansloserclub @stuck-y-together @spacemansam @sallycanwait68 @southernbell91 @tranquil--heart

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[artificialqueens]

To New Hytes, 10/10 (Group fic) - Mac

AN: I’m truly at a loss for words. I can’t thank Meggie enough for all the work she has put into this. Betaing for me is not an easy task and she makes it look simple.

I started this fic exactly a year ago to this day and I never imagined I would finish it, let alone fall in love with it. I know that was so cheesy but it had to be said.

I hope you enjoy this last chapter!

Summary: Yvie finds out what Scarlet has been hiding, Vanessa gets a new opportunity, and Trixie finishes Katya’s book.

Yvie held her breath as the minutes ticked by.

Scarlet had asked her breathlessly over the phone to come to the studio as quickly as she could. Yvie had done so, telling her Uber driver she would tip him extra if he got there in half the time.

The parking lot was practically empty when they pulled up, save for Scarlet’s pristine white Lexus parked right next to the door.

Yvie’s heart hammered in her chest and she felt like she might throw up from nerves. Scarlet had sounded worried. Scared even.

As she approached the doors, she found them unlocked, and the pit of dread in her stomach threatened to suffocate her if she breathed too deeply.

She and Scarlet hadn’t talked, not about anything meaningful anyway. Yvie hadn’t mentioned the conversation she had overheard, or the fears she had, or the crippling feeling that she was about to be left.

Yvie, confrontation-loving Yvie, hadn’t said a thing because she was scared it would only accelerate the path to loneliness.

She had bitten her lip.

She bit her lip now too to keep from crying, the familiar studio setting doing nothing to keep her mind steady. The lights were all down, save for a flickering candle at the end of the narrow hallway. It was still light outside so the image wasn’t as creepy as it could have been.

She followed the path down the hall, noticing more and more candles lining the pathway as well as a sudden appearance of rose petals on the ground.

The unease in Yvie’s stomach waned a bit as confusion took over.

When she rounded the next corner, it suddenly hit her. Standing in the doorways of the numerous practice rooms were her friends and coworkers; her family at this point.

Nina and Monet smiled brightly, as they offered her a red rose each, Nina reaching out to squeeze Yvie’s hand in reassurance. Yvie couldn’t stop the tears from springing to her eyes as she continued down the hall. Trixie, Jinkx, and Violet were up next, handing her more roses and winking knowingly. Then Vanessa, A’keria, and Dela, who giggled as she passed. Blair and Kameron gave her full body hugs and the last two flowers.

Then there was Brooke. The face of the company that had brought her and Scarlet together. The person that had made their dreams a reality.

Brooke pulled Yvie close and held on tightly. “You deserve all the happiness in the world,” she whispered.

And if Yvie wasn’t crying already, that would have done it.

She held onto Brooke for dear life, her mind spinning on her neck from the overwhelming feelings building up inside her. She smiled into the older woman’s shoulder and tried to channel the years and years of gratitude, adoration, and love into a simple embrace.

“Thank you.”

It was two simple words.

But Brooke knew.

She always knew.

She pulled back to give Yvie a once over, smiling softly as she moved a piece of hair out of Yvie’s face.

“Now go get your girl.” Brooke nodded in the direction of the rehearsal room.

Yvie giggled through the tears in her eyes and squeezed Brooke’s shoulders once more before turning to enter the last door.

Scarlet stood in the middle of the wide room, surrounded on all sides by rose petals and candles, smiling so brightly Yvie swore she had to squint.

Their eyes met, and Yvie felt so incredibly stupid for ever doubting her. For doubting them.

Yvie didn’t hesitate, she walked right up to her girlfriend and pulled her in by the waist for a kiss. Scarlet chuckled, taken off guard at first, before relaxing into Yvie’s arms, sighing happily against her lips.

“Yes,” Yvie whispered against Scarlet’s smile.

Scarlet pulled back just enough so she could roll her eyes pointedly. “Let me do my speech first, stupid.”

Yvie chuckled and nodded her head a second later.

“Yvangeline.” Scarlet smiled, “The day I met you I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Fear.” She swallowed, and Yvie noticed her hands trembling the slightest bit as she took them in her own. “I was scared because you made me want to open up in a way I hadn’t done in a long while. And you just showed up with your loud laugh and your weird style and I couldn’t help but fall for you.”

“Naturally,” Yvie cracked, making Scarlet roll her eyes fondly.

“You saw the good in me when no one else would.” Scarlet flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically. “And I’m pretty great so I dunno how they didn’t see it.”

Yvie laughed to keep from crying. “You are.” She smiled.

Scarlet beamed. “So, my partner in crime, my one true love, my Yvie,” she said, taking a knee. “Will you marry me?”

Yvie didn’t even have to think before tackling Scarlet to the ground.

She was distantly aware of shrieks of joy coming from behind them, but she tuned them out, content to breathe Scarlet in and out for the rest of her life.

…

Brooke didn’t know what she was doing here.

She had taken time off, said she needed space and a place to regroup. But Scarlet had called her in a frenzy, pleading for her help and advice. Brooke wasn’t about to turn her away.

So now here she was, sandwiched between Nina and Kameron who were doing their best to collectively bite their tongues at her sudden appearance.

Scarlet, like any good stage manager, had walked them through the process, telling each person the precise place they needed to stand and the exact second they needed to poke their heads out. Brooke chuckled to herself that even during one of the supposed ‘happiest moments of her life,’ Scarlet still had to micromanage.

Pot meet kettle, her mind shot back.

Yvie of course said yes, and the rest of the girls surrounded the couple, drowning them in hugs and congratulations.

The group migrated toward the adjacent practice room that had been set up for the afterparty. Food and drinks and music began to flow freely as lively conversation ensued.

Brooke stuck to Nina’s side like duct tape, avoiding making eye contact with anyone who might ask her questions, specifically one young gorgeous brunette that seemed to be absorbed in whatever hilarious thing A’keria had said.

Brooke had said she needed time to put things in perspective. She had meant that she hoped time would make her feel less crazy, less out of control. A place where things weren’t so intensely overwhelming.

All she had found in her three days of leave was that her bed felt slightly bigger.

Nothing monumental.

No grand epiphany under intense stress.

No flashing lights or dangerous circumstances.

No near-death experience.

Brooke’s bed just felt too big.

The hole in her chest felt even bigger.

That’s how she knew it was love. Because it came in the form of something so painfully ordinary that it made Brooke want to scream.

Brooke was sulking in the far corner when Monet came by to steal Nina away for some “picture editing business.” And by “picture editing business” Brooke knew that Monet actually meant that they were going to go make out in Brooke’s office.

She rolled her eyes at the two lovebirds, but bit back a smile as they disappeared down the hallway, giggling like highschoolers. It was then that she caught Vanessa’s eye over the crowd of people.

Vanessa spoke to the group beside her, eyes never leaving Brooke’s, as she excused herself. She approached slowly, giving Brooke ample time to run away.

But she didn’t. Not this time.

“Hey,” Vanessa spoke cautiously, nervous energy rolling off her stiff shoulders.

“Hey.”

They both stared at the floor.

“Wasn’t sure when you was comin’ back.”

“Yeah, me either.”

The silence stretched out between them

Vanessa sighed. “Well,” she coughed, “I just wanted to thank you for everythin’.”

Brooke’s head shot up at her oddly professional tone. “What do you mean?”

“Nina didn’t tell you?” Vanessa looked surprised.

Brooke shook her head.

“I got an offer from another studio.”

Brooke’s heart plummeted to her stomach.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Vanessa breathed shakily, her hands fidgeting by her sides the longer she stood in place.

She let the information linger in the air between them for a bit, dousing the conversation with an even more tense air, before finally meeting Brooke’s eyes.

“I’m not gonna be in your way no more.” Vanessa smiled sadly. “You’re free.”

Brooke shook her head. No. No. This wasn’t right.

“Vanessa—”

The younger woman cut her off. “I appreciate the experience, Ms. Hytes.”

Brooke had only seconds to act, her brain taking over in a split second to stop Vanessa’s retreat. Her arm darted out of its own volition and she grabbed Vanessa’s hands in her own. It was an act of desperation, Brooke not willing to lose Vanessa. Not again.

“Stay,” she blurted out.

Vanessa raised her eyes slowly, her guard up. “What?”

There was that ever-present wariness lingering in the back of Brooke’s mind, but she shook it off and cleared her throat, desperately trying to get a hold of herself. “I’m asking you to stay.”

Vanessa’s eyes hardened and she went to shake her head. “Brooke—”

“Not as your boss,” Brooke clarified, accentuating her point by squeezing Vanessa’s hands, holding them securely, close to her heart. “‘Nessa,” she said softly, “I want you to stay.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Vanessa nodded. It was measured, unyielding. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Brooke shook her head, smiling to herself. Of course, Vanessa had to push.

The memory of their first meeting flashed in front of her eyes. All the unfounded anger and snarkiness and passive-aggressive words echoed in her ears. But so did the sound of Vanessa’s even breaths as she slept, her full belly laughs at Brooke’s endless list of dad jokes, her quiet humming in the shower.

Brooke found that in this instance, after everything it had taken to get them here, she didn’t seem to mind the pushing all that much.

“Because I love you.”

There was a beat of silence, just enough time for Brooke’s rational thinking brain to kick on and begin to spiral that she had misread everything and overstepped.

“You drive a hard bargain, Hytes.” Vanessa let the corner of her mouth twitch up. “But I guess I could stick around a bit longer.”

…

Katya had been standing outside the bar for nearly ten minutes now.

Trixie watched her through the sweaty window panes, sipping what had been rum half an hour ago but was now just melted ice cubes. She was stalling, swirling the water droplets in the bottom of her glass around in circles, attempting to get lost in this feeling of limbo that wouldn’t last much longer.

Katya hadn’t noticed her yet but had been checking her phone every few minutes for a text that wasn’t coming.

Trixie didn’t know how to do this right. Still wasn’t entirely convinced she wanted to do this in the first place. But Katya was looking more worried by the second, and Trixie couldn’t put this off forever.

She downed the rest of her ice cubes and didn’t shiver at the cold that traveled the length of her throat.

Katya looked up at her appearance, joy and hesitation etched into the clean lines on her face.

“Wanna take a walk?” Trixie offered.

Katya just nodded, the same nervousness persisting just beneath the surface of her skin. But she took Trixie’s hand in her own, much colder one; the younger woman fought the urge to shake it off.

“I read your book.”

Read was more of an understatement.

Trixie had devoured Katya’s autobiography in one sitting. She had poured over the pages upon pages of intricate details, funny asides, and heartbreaking losses. And at the core of it, she had found something so incredibly human that it burned in the back of her throat when she finished. Face wet, eyes sore, mouth dry, her stomach burning with the kind of ache that she had only ever heard songs about.

It was a mess. Chaotic and unhinged and tragically beautiful.

Tragic, because at the end of it all, Trixie knew for sure that she would never be able to compete with Katya’s home.

No amount of love she had for the princess would be enough to keep her.

“You miss it?” Trixie asked. “Russia?”

Katya quirked an eyebrow up at the change of subject. “Why do you ask?”

Trixie sighed and let herself come to a stop on the sidewalk. “I think you should go back.”

“What?” Katya exclaimed, eyes were wide in surprise.

“I think you should go home.”

“That’s not my home anymore. It never was,” she insisted.

Trixie shook her head, sad smile set in place on her lips. “That’s not true. The way you talk about it, the things you wrote… You talk about it like a lost love.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Trixie countered. “You love it and you miss it. There’s no shame in that.”

“I value my freedom too much to go back.”

“Katya, you have the opportunity to make a change over there. Your people are waiting for you!”

“They aren’t my people!” Katya exclaimed. “They are just people. And I don’t even know them. They don’t even know me. How the hell am I supposed to lead people I don’t know?”

“The way you do everything else. With unbridled passion.”

Katya looked back at her, shoulders set, eyes wild, lips turned up at the sides. She looked… impressed.

“You know you have to go back.”

“I know.” Katya laughed, loud and brazen and full of so much sadness that Trixie’s heart nearly gave out at the sound. “I just wanted a chance to live a little first.”

“And how was it?”  Trixie smiled sadly, pulling Katya closer, their fingers intertwining loosely.

“Oh, it was wonderful,” Katya said wistfully, her eyes never once leaving Trixie’s. “I only wish we had more time.”

Trixie nodded, eyes watering of their own volition. Katya shook her head slightly as she wiped away the tears at the corners of Trixie’s eyes.

They stood like that in the middle of the sidewalk, holding each other, for an immeasurable amount of time. Breathing in and out for as long as they could stand it.

Eventually, Trixie’s legs tired and her arms ached and she felt the alcohol in her system fade to nothingness.

She was the first to pull away.

Words failed her at that moment as she stared into the eyes of this woman, the princess of Russia, this crazy fucking woman that had turned her world upside down.

Luckily she didn’t have to think of what to say.

“I won’t forget you, myshka.” Katya whispered in the small space

Trixie shook her head. “Me either.”

…

On the Uber ride back to the studio, Trixie unlocked her phone to find three missed calls and twenty-some texts, half being pictures of Brooke and Vanjie sucking face at Yvie and Scarlet’s engagement party. Trixie chuckled to herself.

About time, she thought.

Trixie thanked her driver with a generous tip and watched until his car disappeared into the bustling city traffic of the night.

She turned back toward the familiar building, her suddenly heavy feet making the trek to the propped door that much slower. She let her mind slow to nothingness as she entered the studio, noting the music still playing clearly over the speakers.

She made her way down the hallway, tracing her fingertips along the framed photos on the wall. Their first night of shows as a company, their first-ever programs, their world tour announcement.

Trixie smiled instinctively at the memories, clear as the pictures themselves.

As she rounded the corner to the rehearsal room, she smiled that much wider.

There, spread out in a circle on the very expensive, very meticulously cleaned dance floor, was the entire cast of To New Hytes Dance Company.

They greeted Trixie with a collective squeal and before she could blink, she was pulled down into the circle and handed a cup of room temperature wine.

As Trixie surveyed the scene, she felt a familiar warmth pool in the base of her gut, one that lit her up from the inside out. The smiling faces of her friends filling her vision and making the hole in her chest feel just a bit fuller.

When everyone had a cup, Yvie attempted to clear her throat loudly. It only resulted in setting herself off into a coughing fit and causing the rest of the girls to fall into raucous laughter.

After the noise died down, Yvie tried again.

“To old friends!” She hollered.

“To fresh starts!” Scarlet called.

“To New Hytes!” Trixie cheered.

#rpdr fanfiction #to new hytes #mac #group fic #branjie #scyvie #ninex #trixya #blair x kameron #brooke lynn hytes #nina west #vanessa vanjie mateo #monet x change #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #akeria davenport #kameron michaels #blair st clair #violet chachki #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #slow burn #fluff #angst #lesbian au

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff Ultimate: 1st Quarter

2020 has certainly left us already crawling for next year, but I say we shouldn’t leave all the good things behind. Time for a lightning roundup, no holds barred! 3. 2.. 1…

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

I couldn’t help but describe this as “Baby’s First Fantasy Adventure” like The Dragon Prince. It looks good, colorful, imaginative enough, but nothing about the story or characters pushed me to watch past episode 3 because I’ve no doubt seen stuff like this before but more interesting. It’s a good watch no doubt, but hardly groundbreaking to me. (Grade: C+)

The Owl House

Now this was more my speed. I definitely enjoyed the various designs of monsters and average Boiling Isle citizens far more. Eda immediately became my favorite witch character. While it reminded me a little too much of Gravity Falls, I was honestly hooked for more than just it’s otherwise eye opening demonic aesthetics. (Grade: B+)

Dorohedoro

Now THIS is a post apocalyptic series I’ve been waiting for in a while. Q really put together a world worth checking out, seeing its nooks and crannies, while giving us characters worth exploring with at every angle. She especially does a great job manga-wise where the black and white makes the edgy details pop in a meaningful way. The anime itself is just as good. Brought down by some wonky action scenes and movements, but the blend of 2D and 3D worked better than the Beastars anime. (Grade: A)

Keep Your Hands Off the Eizouken!

Talked about it plenty of times before, but this is that series that just speaks for itself, manga and anime. Smooth pacing, no contrived drama bullshit, hardly leaves any loose ends, easily accessible for anyone. It's the DMC5 of anime, meaning it is the most 'anime' anime I've seen thus far. (Grade: A++) 

Duncanville

Surprisingly not a wack family sitcom. The characters are what really sell the comedy, except for Duncan himself who’s not terrible but isn’t great as the star of the show, especially compared to his mom; and it’s weird cuz they share the same VA. Plus it’s actually well animated and stylized compared to the average Family Guy knockoff. It’s worth a check out in my book. (Grade: B)

Thundercats Roar

Oh wow, a nostalgia cartoon reboot that everyone will argue over but at the end of the day, is about as average as it gets. While I can appreciate the animation when it gets dynamic during its action scenes, I came out every episode remembering nothing and moving on. If I wanted a half hour centered around safe memes or forgettable punchlines, I would’ve subscribed to Jimmy Kimmel or ankle-beez by now. (Grade: C)

Harley Quinn series

This was a left fielder for me; the trailer gave a far different impression than expected. I can definitely appreciate how they treated not only Harley’s character, her relationship with Joker vs Ivy, but the rouge gallery of DC villains and heroes. What other DC product got me to love King Shark as much as this? Plus, Harley x Ivy are the OTP, but I appreciate them giving Kite Man some respect. (Grade: A-)

Birds of Prey

I didn’t mind the movie, but it lacked that dry punch that Harley’s series gave me. It was kinda the reason why I’ve seen people say Harley was becoming DC’s Deadpool type. even when Harley was a good star of the film. Didn’t help that Black Canary and Huntress were the only other characters I liked, and I don’t wanna get into the implicating homophobia. I want to say Sionis was great, but he doesn’t work when you have both the villain and protagonist be unhinged. All in all, I’ll give it the same score I gave Deadpool 1. (Grade: C+)

Dolittle (2020)

The movie’s climax was a long dragon fart and I wanted to die. (Grade: D)

Sonic the Hedgehog (2020)

A live action video game movie about an animated character. Let me put it like this: references and fanservice is not substance, taking place in the human populace does not help the escapism, reminding me that Olive Garden sucks ass is not funny, and only being half animated is cock and ball torture. If I don’t care for realism in my video games, this DOESN’T help. It has a couple good moments, but this is mostly unimaginative, by the book, and not worth going back to. Works as a Flash movie, I guess.  (Grade: C-)

Sonic Rebuilt

Sincerely the chad Sonic film of this year. Even when it’s a reanimated version of the 90s film, the creativity every artist applies for their respective scene brings better life to the original film like with Shrek Retold. Yeah, there’s live action segments in it, but it’s part of the gag not a crux of the film’s visuals. It isn’t fully original since they use the original’s voice work and music, but everyone involved gave a genuinely good spin on the pretty overlooked feature. Plus it has a Sonic that gets shit done and has the better voice. (Grade: A-)

Ishuzoku Reviewers

Kono anime wa igaito shinsendesu. Bōru o korogashi tsudzukeru hōhō o shitte imashita. Sore wa yoi owarai de, kesshite mumide wa arimasendeshita. Itsumo mitakatta ano etchina shirīzudeshita. (Grade: A-)

Meggy’s Destiny

The plot has its low points, but this is still an entertaining short film. The characters were what kept the ball rolling and the ending was that coup de gras on the main character’s overall story arc. (Grade: B+)

Trolls World Tour

This film works better than the first to me mainly because we can focus on Trolls and their musical world rather than the Bergens who didn’t offer much. The plot is simple, but it being a multi-genre musical kept me hooked. The finale especially was that cherry on top of this bouncy film. Also Poppy is still the best. (Grade: B+)

Glitch Techs

It stands to say Men in Black meets Captain N and Pixels works well as a premise for a show, and this certainly delivered by actually being ANIMATED. I’m sorry, but can corporations soon understand that premises and ideas that work better with animation stop trying to make it live action? Also, it brought Fanboy and Chum Chum back from the dead, and that is a worthwhile achievement. (Grade: A)

Doom Eternal and Animal Crossing: New Horizons

They’re honestly the same game from what I got to play. AC was a little more stressful than Doom, especially with managing my stalks, but they were both nonetheless an all around great time so they get the same score. (Grade: A)

Steven Universe Future

Had some shit episodes, had some delightfully fun episodes, and had a half shit/half delightful finale. Pretty on par for Steven Universe but I say it’s elevated above most of the original series with the grown Steven himself. Much as I wish his character was dealt with better, I was still invested in his story nonetheless even when the fixed perspective honestly fucked over most else in this series. It’s far better than season 5, not as good as seasons 1 & 2. So yeah, I liked it and I’m gonna miss this show. (Grade: B-)

Onward

The ending doesn’t make up for a pretty middle of the road film. If I wanted a film about familiar bonding in a goofy fantasy world, I could’ve just watched A Goofy Movie. The world feels creative enough, but it’s like Pixar has been losing their touch or mostly peaked when it comes to imaginative premises. I’m hoping Soul can bounce ‘em back cuz while this isn’t the worst, certainly didn’t feel like their best. (Grade: C+)

【ＡＮＤ　ＴＨＡＴ＇Ｓ　ＴＩＭＥ！】

Well that’s all for the first quarter of 2020. Quite above average all around, certainly some worthwhile things to keep your busy while this pandemic is upon us, except Dolittle. Were there any that I missed? Probably. Let’s see where the 2nd quarter provides as we carry on into the Spring months. 

Stay safe out there, and see you in June.

#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #the owl house #dorohedoro #keep your hands off eizouken! #duncanville #thundercats roar #harley quinn series #birds of prey #Dolittle #Sonic movie #sonic rebuilt #ishuzoku reviewers #smg4 #Meggy's destiny #trolls world tour #glitch techs #doom eternal #animal crosing new horizons #Steven universe future #suf #pixar onward #cartoons #anime #reviews #long post #Good Stuff

[marvelgirl7]

CONGRATS ON 700 FOLLOWERS!!!!! Can I combine 2 ideas, Seb as a dad taking his kids on a ride at Disneyworld? Ride suggestions include the tea cups, the haunted mansion, its a small world, or space mountain??

So much fluff! So much fun in this one!

The requests are open till Friday!

700 Followers Celebration

Warnings: Just Daddy Fluffy Seb

Parings: Seb X Reader

Enjoy :) 

“Daddy! Please! Daddy! Can we go to Disneyworld?” 

Sebastian sighs as his 7-year-old daughter begs him. He chuckles when he hears his 5-year-old son.

“Disneyworld?” Sebastian just smiles watching his kids smile big at him looking over at you his darling wife you just smile.

“You know it could be fun daddy.” You say with a wink at him. 

Sebastian just chuckles nodding his head.

“Alright, Stan family let’s go!”

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Sebastian watches as the lines are long and crazy. But he bought everyone the fast pass so this wouldn’t happen. 

A loud gasp causes Sebastian to look to see his daughter running off. Quickly rushing after her.

“SweetPea you get back here right now!” She stops as she looks up at her daddy frowning.

“But Daddy! The Tea Cups! And look, Daddy! It’s The Mad Hatter!”

Sebastian smiles at the man dressed as the Mad Hatter and nods his head. Watching as his daughter walks to him. She smiles up at him.

“My daddy played you a TV Show!” She giggles as the man looks at Sebastian and smiles and leans down to talk to her. 

Finally catching up with them. You chuckle.

“She’s your daughter alright all over the Mad Hatter character.” You laugh and nudge him as your little boy looks bored.

“Can we please ride rides.” Sebastian looks down.

“Yes, Jefferson soon.” He giggles.

You had to fight tooth and nail to name your son Jefferson. 

Seeing your little girl so happy chatting with the Mad Hatter you smile watching it all as Sebastian just sighs.

“Oh, honey she loves you most of all don’t be jealous.” 

Seb just grumbles when finally she races back to you all. She looks up at Sebastian and smiles big.

“I told him he was cool but my Daddy was the best Mad Hatter in the world.”

Sebastian holds back his feelings at that as he bends down and scoops her up and holds her close. Kissing her head and smiling.

“And you, my Little Grace are my little girl always.” He holds her close and rocks her.

Watching Seb and Grace makes you smile as Jefferson sighs. It was Sebastian’s idea when you were pregnant with Grace to name her that. You loved the name plus it was the first role you saw Seb be a dotting father and had to agree.

“Daddy please can we ride The Tea Cups now!”

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Spinning the Tea Cup as fast as he could Sebastian can’t stop laughing as he watches all your faces.

“Seb slow down!” You yell as Grace and Jefferson just yell

“Faster Daddy! FASTER!”

You hold on for dear life.

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The kiddos had ridden so many rides Space Mountain which you hated your face on the photo. The Haunted Mission was nice.

Putting them to bed that night Seb smiles as he kisses you sweetly.

“So do you want one more?” You chuckle watching as Jefferson and Grace sleep.

“What will we name this one?” You ask as Sebastian thinks

“Bucky?” You laugh and chuckle.

“Well see.” 

He kisses you again as you look out the window.

“Oh no the kid’s missed the fireworks.”

Seb just smiles as you two watch the Fireworks over the castle.

This was your Happily Ever After.

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