For those of you who read/watch Fruits Basket, you should know of this guy named Ritsu Sohma. And there is a Vocaloid named Ritsu Namine. Now, sure, they share the same first name, nothing special there, excEPT THAT SOHMA IS A CROSS DRESSING GUY. And Namine is a male, let me repeat, MALE, NOT FEMALE, cross dresser AS WELL. And they look just a tinsy bit similar too… Coincidence? Idk, but it’s freaking weird. :l
Guys, this is my little brother, Reese. He just turned eight last March, and he is in second grade. He had found that he prefers guys to girls. When he told his friends that at recess, they threw rocks at him. Rocks. He came home crying, saying that his friends had called him names like “faggot” and “homo”. Second graders called him these names. I explained to him that it is perfectly okay to be gay, and that I will still love him no matter what. Unfortunately, my parents don’t agree. He’s been set apart from the family and his friends for his sexuality, that he has no control over. I’m not doing this for notes or to gain followers. I’m doing this to show Reese he will be accepted by many people no matter what sexuality he is. Reblog if you support my eight year old brother, no matter his sexuality.
“Alright then… And what was that you said about being an ‘evil boy genius’ earlier?”“I’m afraid I don’t know…” He replied, looking a little interested now. “… Could you tell me, if it isn’t too personal?”
He shrugged casually, “It’s nothing. I just never wanted to. But now I’m curious at what I can make~.”
I need more people to roleplay with. I also don’t mind crossovers!
o-o I rp.
I’ll roleplay with you if you reblog this… If you reblog this from me I’m automatically going to start one…
I REGRET NOTHING!!!
“I’m afraid I don’t know…” He replied, looking a little interested now. “… Could you tell me, if it isn’t too personal?”“… What have you built, if you don’t mind my asking…?” He asked, raising a brow out of curiosity.
“Just simple robots. I could probably make more things…but I never had a reason to, y’know?”
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“… What have you built, if you don’t mind my asking…?” He asked, raising a brow out of curiosity.Zeito blinked a bit at the shorter male’s excitement, a little suprised. “I’m not all that ‘complex’, though, compared to some of Masutah’s other models…” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit.
“… Nice to meet you as well, Jack… ‘Evil boy genius’?”
“You’re more complex than what I’ve built!” he said excitedly, bringing his hands into fists in attempt to control his excitement.
Zeito blinked a bit at the shorter male’s excitement, a little suprised. “I’m not all that ‘complex’, though, compared to some of Masutah’s other models…” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit.He nodded. “Yes, I am.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “… I’m Zeito Shion, by the way…”
“That’s so cool! I make robots myself, but not near as complex as you! Man, this is gotten me totally pumped!” He grinned from ear to ear, practically shaking in his boots with excitement. He only got this excited around Chase even after getting shoved away.
“Nice to meet you Zeito, I’m Jack Spicer, evil boy genius!”
“… Nice to meet you as well, Jack… ‘Evil boy genius’?”
He nodded. “Yes, I am.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “… I’m Zeito Shion, by the way…”“Ah, sorry… Masutah means Master in english.” Zeito explained, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “… I refer to her as my Master because she’s the one who created me.”
“Created? So you’re implying you’re a robot!?” the teen chirped. He was now extremely interested on account of the fact he made robots and things himself. But he had never made anything this experienced. He had to know more about this guy.
“Ah, sorry… Masutah means Master in english.” Zeito explained, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “… I refer to her as my Master because she’s the one who created me.”“Hm… Not even sure how I got here, actually.” Zeito said, glancing around the room quickly. “… This place looks a lot like my Masutah’s laboratory.”
He blinked once, “Masutah?” This guy was all strange and he seemed quiet. Maybe he could open this guy up. A grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms over his coated chest.
“Hm… Not even sure how I got here, actually.” Zeito said, glancing around the room quickly. “… This place looks a lot like my Masutah’s laboratory.”
He turned away from building one of his many Jack bots and pulled his yellow swirled goggles onto his head where they usually rested after turning off and putting down his tools.
“More vistors? I’m so famous today~. So what brings you to my lab
that’s supposed to be locked by now?”
“Wow! Cool! Amazing!” Kikaito had sparkles in his golden yellow eyes as he looked at Spiderman.“That’s awesome!” Kikaito said, very impressed. “So does that mean you can climb walls and stuff like a spider?”Kikaito’s eyes lit up as he saw the other man. “Wooooaaah” The blond exclaimed. “So you’re like, a hero, then? Cool~!”“Hello there! My name’s Spiderman. Protector of New York City! I’ve saved the world a few times from Oscorp. They have been jacking the place up a bit, but don’t worry. If you see any damage, give me a call. I’ll be sure to fix it up just right!”
Zeito, on the other hand, was not impressed. “Spiderman?” He questioned, his red eyes showing his boredom. “What’s Oscorp?”
“Yeah I’m a hero. I can do all that a spider can!”
“I’m spiderman because I got my powers by being bit by a radioactive spider. And Oscorp is a company. Run by the wealthy Norman Orsborn. He hired someone named Alistaire Smythe and he’s just plain crazy.”
“Hmmm… That sounds familiar…” Zeito said, thinking for a moment. “Ah, now I remember. Masutah talks about you every so often.”
“Does this explain your answer?” He said, upside down. Dangling from a web.
“Really? Stories? Wow! I didn’t know I was that famous!”
“Sometimes stories, but she mostly just talks about random things about you, like what opponents you’ve fought, and what your normal life is like.” He closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance. “Masutah knows way to much from all the research she’s done, though, and not just about you. One day I’m afraid she’ll discover something something she shouldn’t.”
