Terroriser, After Moo Threatened Him For Golf It: You Couldn’t Hurt A Fly.

Do you ever read a fic so cute you just wanna grab it and shake it? ‘Cause that’s me and @deafmic’s Try Try Again, where Shinsou gets turned into a four-year-old and adorableness ensues. 

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

got hit by an idea where some things will trigger a not so happy memory of Stan's past and he starts panicking but luckily Ford is there for him. Sometimes these moments will happen in public, which Stan HATES when it does, but any weird looks from strangers is quickly gone from Ford's glare.

(I just needed an excuse to draw more protective Ford)

*Trickee and Ablaze arguing*

Hype: Mom and Dad are fighting again.

Boom: Not again.

Branch: If you two split up I’m living with dad.

Trickee and Ablaze: Shut up.

“He gone.”

Mini Ladd: “I’m right here.”

Smii7y: “Oh damb, he’s still here.”

Previous Comic parts can be found here: http://replacedfancomic.tumblr.com/

Previous written parts can be found here: http://chibiceramir.tumblr.com/replacEDfanfic

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Part 14:

Kevin was thankful that Ed had an inexplicable amount of strength within him. If it were not for that the jock had no idea how else they would have gotten Eddward into the Janitor’s office. It was a bit cramped inside, but it was large enough that Kevin and Eddward along with Ed and Eddy fit inside with some extra elbow room.

Eddward was dropped unceremoniously on the floor as he landed on his backside with a thud. He sneered up at them as he sat up though he did not appear inclined to stand. As if none of this posed a threat to him.

“And what, if I may ask, do you hope to accomplish by bringing me here?” Eddward inquired, his tone condescending.

Ed and Eddy could only stare at him in confusion while Kevin snapped back at him, dragging a chair over, “Shut up. Don’t talk unless I fucking tell you to.”

“Language,” Eddward quipped with a smirk. The familiar correction sent a visible shiver down Eddy’s spine as he stared at the double. The tone, the manner in which it was spoken—-all mimicked Double D perfectly. It was eerie. Just who is this guy? Eddy was eager to find out especially with all the weird stuff going on nowadays.

Kevin abandoned the chair and stomped over to the darker teen and pulled him by the front of his coat and up onto his feet, “Especially that bullshit.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Kevin,” the other still looked defiant and amused as he rolled with the motions.

Kevin shook him with the hold he had on his clothes. “What or what the fuck are you?”

“Human the last time I checked,” Eddward said with a frown as he rolled his eyes. He acted as if this was all a huge waste of his time.

Kevin huffed angrily at this copy—-this imposter. He never felt such foul disgust and hatred toward any human being other than Eddy. Even so, that rivalry was friendly compared to this new one that manifested with Eddward. Kevin wanted the other teen gone. But the fact that the darker teen only treated this as a game just sent Kevin into a more volatile mindset; “gone” was not good enough. For what Eddward did to Double D, Kevin wanted him dead. The jock never bothered to question those emotions.

“Alright, you want to play that game? We’ll fucking play,” Kevin threatened punishment with his tone, gritting his teeth in an attempt to quell his temper, “What do you want with Double D?”

Eddward only removed Kevin’s hold on his clothing, treating his hand as one would a mere fly, “Awfully demanding of you, don’t you think?”

“Talk, asshole,” Kevin shoved him as he straightened his posture and encroached on him. While the two teens spoke with one another, Ed appeared as if he were completely heartbroken by the entire scenario playing out before him and Eddy.

“Eddy?” Ed whispered, not wanting to be heard by the other two, “Where’s our Double D?”

Eddy kept his eyes trained on Eddward, still trying to make heads and tails of him, “Can it, mono brow. Double D’s fine.” They had spoken on the phone earlier that morning. Other than some jitters in his tone, Double D sounded healthy for the most part. But then again, Eddy was not able to see him in person. From the way Kevin was acting then something must have happened.

“What should we do?” Ed bit his nails and ran them over his face and through his hair, fidgeting. His kind heart could barely take this while the others argued.

“Sheesh, Ed,” Eddy turned to him, “Go outside and guard the door or something.” Ed agreed fervently before he clambered outside though he remained in front of the door as instructed. Eddy stood in his place as he tried to gather whatever info that spouted out from the banter the other two shared. For once in Eddy’s life, he had to stay quiet and listen. He jumped with a start when flesh smacked with a sickening thud as Kevin’s fist collided with Eddward’s face.

Their previous fist fight picking up again without the student body as their audience. Eddward stumbled back from the force only to have another fist slam into his middle that bent him forward, wind knocked out.

Kevin shoved him to the floor as he shook his hand out, “I want some answers here. So start talking.”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Eddward hummed, “I want out of here as much as you want me gone.”

“Not til I like what I hear,” Kevin spat. Eddward frowned at him, that dark aura emanating around him before it dissipated once more. The jock observed it as he seen the same sort of anomaly happen the night Double D was attacked.

Eddward stood up, brushing himself off with a huff, “Well, I suppose you leave me with little choice. I’m not one for receiving more pain than requested.” The redhead backed off of him, curious as to what he had to say yet still wary of any false moves.

“This is a dream, and I’m still trying to figure out how to wake up. So far, the only thing standing in the way of that is your precious Double D…or so I’m told.” Kevin blinked, unsure of how to react to such an outlandish proclamation. However, the other appeared rational and serious about what he said. But it explained nothing and it did not justify his previous assault on the smart Ed. Kevin frowned, not finding the explanation satisfactory.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Eddward smirked as he took a couple lazy steps towards the door while Eddy braced himself, “I shall take my leave.”

Kevin stopped him with an arm, “Alright, dork, I’ll bite. What’s your beef with Double D?” Eddward chuckled, pausing his exit.

“Well, if I’m to be stuck here, I might as well find a place for myself; Double D seems to have the spot I wish to take. We’re awfully similar—-it makes me sick,” That dark aura surrounded Eddward once more as he removed Kevin’s hold on him for the umpteenth time.

The jock grabbed him by the front of his clothing, drawing him in at a threatening proximity, “What makes you think you’re the same you fucker. You’re nothing alike and it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Kevin,” Eddward rolled his eyes, “I’m not sure how clear I can make myself. Maybe it’s your simple minded thinking that’s hindering your comprehension.” Kevin struck him across the face once more and threw his weight in order to pin Eddward to the floor. To hell with “reasoning” and “negotiating”

“You’re not Double D!”

Kevin punched him again.

“You’re nothing—-!”

Another sickening smack of bone and skin.

“—-like—-!”

Another strike that bloodied Eddward’s nose.

“HIM!!”

Kevin landed one final hit that powered the inexplicable rage he felt and knocked the other teen cold. Angry huffs of air and strained silence filled the office. Eddy felt it was not his place to speak or protest. He could only stand in his spot, stunned. The jock shook his head and rubbed his nose with his sleeve, trying to quell his overflowing temper as he stood off of Eddward.

“You killed him…,” Eddy accused though astonished. Kevin rolled his eyes, still catching his breath.

“He’s still breathing, stupid,” Kevin dismissed.

Eddy allowed the breath he was holding to escape with a sigh, “Was what he said true?”

“What do you think?” Kevin snapped, “Made sense in this jerk’s head and look what good that did. As much sense as your stupid ideas.” Eddy made a face though he found it in him to laugh, seeing some humor despite the events.

“He’s nothing like Dee,” Eddy added. Kevin hummed, finger on his mouth as he observed Eddward’s unconscious form.

“Whatch thinkin’, Shovel-Chin?” Eddy approached to stand by him though he kept his distance.

Kevin allowed his hand to reach down towards the black beanie on Eddward’s head, “…I wonder…”

Kiss ur homies

Took me a bit to get this done but another page is here nonetheless!

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As much as I love Brozone there's so little to none Kismet content, other than bandmates, what's Branch's relationship with them? Did they started the band when they Branch's brothers left? Or did the band already existed while Brozone haven't disbanded yet. Whose the leader? The vocals? The choreographer?

Istg they're going to worm inside my brain like a parasite