#//wasn't expecting this but ty spider!

[mechahero]

@viopolis asked- How's Motor City's lower levels handle earthquakes / seismic activity? ( if those occur at all )

Motor City's location (state wise at least) doesn't really get earthquakes. But any outside factors that could cause seismic activity? That could definitely affect them. The lower levels are built up pretty well, considering that they kind of have to be so the ceiling doesn't cave in and trap a bunch of people down there.

But even then, in the event that some seismic activity goes on shakes things down there, someone will pop up to the surface or call Lambda and he'll reenforce it just to be sure.

[i-cant-sing]

Ok. Ok. HEAR ME OUT. Miguel hanging out with reader (shes chained to the chair) and feeding her (shoving food down her throat) bc she mentioned she hadn't eaten anything while Miguel was out handling business (beating up a child)

Ommg yess but like imagine reader being a spider person and unbeknownst to her, Miguel has grown really fond of her, seeing her as his own daughter and so he... dotes on you. Look, his family loss is still fresh, so he has this abundance of platonic love that he just needs to pour and you are luckily (or not) that person.

And papa Miguel is like trying so hard not to show that he cares about your well being, but HE DOES and he's always worried about you and he just wants to pull u out of the field and tell u its too dangerous for u to be spiderman, but he doesn't wanna say it because then he'll have to explain his concern for u and I've already told u guys that he's an emotionally crippled father who cant say "I love you" but their actions always scream out the words.

So, he thinks its best to just take care of you as best as he can without arousing suspicion from you or pulling u out of the field (cause he knows u love being a hero). He makes you food(mostly mexican because everything else doesn't have enough spice and it doesnt matter if u cant handle spice, you will LEARN to), okay? I mean good, homecooked meals, 3 times a day and he expects you to eat breakfast and dinner(ofcourse u have a curfew) with him. But lunches? well, since you're always on missions during lunch time, he packs u up some food for u to take and he always checks your bento box (ALSO SPIDERMAN THEMED OBV) but perhaps this one day, you forgot to or didnt want to take your lunch along (a very tasty burrito) and when Miguel sees your lunch in his kitchen, he is LOSING it all. My man here is making himself go crazy(ier) by overthinking the worst possible scenarios (because this is unusual behavior in his textbook) and he sends a sort of AMBER alert on your ass because you're not answering his calls/texts(cause ur busy fighting bad guys) and Miguel just sends the ENTIRE spider society to find where you are and bring you home ASAP. Obv the spider society follows his orders to bring you because he's boss man and he probably has some important reason to drag ur ass home and not because papa's heart cant handle that his baby missed lunch???

Omg can you imagine reader finally finishing tying up the bad guys and now stops by a pizza place to grab a slice and girl looks outside to see 100 spidermans swinging around, all coming her way. These guys all shoot enough webs until you were practically cocooned in them and perfectly immobilised, and then they all open up the portal to deliver u to Miguel.

And Miguel just shoos them all away before he begins to free u from the webs and asks where u were, what happened, did the bad guys hurt u, were u kidnapped.

"Yeah-" you pulled the webs out of your hair. "-by your men!" And Miguel explains that he sent them after you because he thought something bad happened to u.

"Why would you think that?"you inquired.

Because you forgot your lunch at home. No, he cant say that.

"I- my spider senses were telling me to. I guess they were wrong." Now before you could ask more questions, he changes the topic. "Anyways, you must be hungry. Lets eat lunch-"

"No, I actually ate a slice of pizza before I was brought here-" you start but Miguel glares at you as he pulls out a dish of enchiladas from the oven, placing it in front of you.

"You will eat. You're hungry."

"I'm actually not. Like I was saying-" but he glares at you again, piling up your plate with enchilidas.

"I wasn't asking, mija." He hands you the utensils, red eyes piercing you. "You are hungry, and you will eat. Now."

[dreamywriter143]

Breathtaking

Status: Oneshot?

Parings: Neteyam x Human Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Mentions of Violence, Some blood, Jealousy.

Summary: Y/n grew up with Spider. She played with him, fought with him, ate with him and slept with him. There is nothing they couldn’t do together….well, one thing. And that is leaving the base at any costs. Now, what will happen when Y/n does leave the base? Why had she been trapped in the base for so long? And why did a certain Na’vi take her breath away?

Word Count: 6k (Uh.....sorry😭)

A/N: Ok, I said I’d have my followers special out by now but everything is all over the place. I’m sorry😭😭 This is my first xHumanReader so please enjoy! I’m so sorry for the delay!

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“Then this huge viperwolf jumped on me! I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes until Lo’ak saved my ass” Spider chuckles nervously at the memory.

Currently he is seated in the medical wing as his arm is getting patched up. The gash wasn't too big, but deep enough to sting in pain.

 Y/n frowns at his words, being mindful not to apply too much pressure as she wrapped the gauze around the wound carefully across his bicep. Y/n bites her lips at the stinging pain of worry strikes through her.

“You should be more careful Spider. You cannot be reckless all the time, you cannot expect Lo’ak to always have your back either” Y/n says softly, her eyes wandering over the tiny scratches over his body in worry. Spider scoffs out loud, rolling his eyes at her words. 

“You worry too much Y/n, You don't even know Lo’ak, we have each other's backs” Spider assures, making Y/n sigh out loud. She holds the urge to nudge against his wound out of spite.

“Because I don't know him”

For as long as Y/n had known she had always been in the cold confines of base camp, what she knew to be her home. The only thing she had known truthfully. 

Y/n was born shortly after the war, her father was unknown, but her mother who was a well known medical officer of the team, sadly passed upon her birth. She grew up following Norm and Max around the lab, as they were the only people she felt any sort of connection to. They knew her mother well and raised her alongside Spider, who also couldn't be transported back to Earth due to being so young. 

Though Spider was younger then her by a bit, Y/n always trailed behind him within the lab. She had no other females around her age, it was natural to grow incredibly close to Spider over the years. 

“Well, you should. Next time I'll introduce you! He'd love you, come with me next time I go out” Spider says nonchalantly, not taking notice how Y/n’s shoulders slumped at his words.

 

“Ha Ha , very funny Spider” Y/n spits bitterly, tying up the bandage before turning around and leaving him for the tiny sink where she washed her hands begrudgingly. 

“O-oh,shit, I'm sorry Y/n…I didn't mean to sound…it came out wrong..” Spider apologizes, hopping down from the medical table to walk up to her. Y/n focuses on scrubbing her hands so she couldn't focus on the sadness bubbling within her. 

Y/n grew up alongside Spider, they ate together, played together and slept together while growing up. But Y/n…was different. 

For as long as she could remember, she had never set one foot outside the compound. Y/n even had her quarters on the farside of the base, as if they didn't want her near the entrance at any costs. That's why when Spider would sneak into her room to accompany her, she felt less lonely.

Over the years Y/n grew but not as tall as Spider. Spider was a hunk compared to her much tinier and delicate figure. Y/n always worked out within the base to increase her strength and endurance but she gave that up years ago when she came to the conclusion she would never be able to see the world outside the cold gates. 

Y/n always wondered why she was deprived of something Spider was allowed to do so freely, she would always boil with envy when she walked Spider as close to the gate as Norm would allow her. 

Watching him run off to his freedom only made her mental resolve crumble that much more. It didn't help when Spider would go on and on about his adventures. Y/n would always aggressively chew her food to drown out his words during communal dinners. 

Y/n had learned to tune out his words from time to time, but how can she when he was living what she dreamt about day in and day out?

When she questioned Norm and Max why she couldn't leave, they would claim it's because she is too delicate, that there are toxins and dangerous creatures out there her body could not handle and Spider could because he left the compound at such an early age.

Y/n chalked it up to something deeper they are not telling her, based on the constant blood tests and X-rays they conducted on her for ‘check ups’ when she never even stepped outside the facility. 

She never did question them too much on the tests, why would she? They wanted what was best for her, and she had no place to argue. Maybe she was, as they claimed, ‘delicate’. 

When they compared Y/n’s stature and physical maturity against Spider, they claimed it was for her safety that she didn't leave. That she wouldn’t be able to defend herself and that her body is more delicate than others. She was the only girl her age, the only young human girl in Pandora and they didn’t want to take a chance. 

Y/n always kicked herself for being room ridden in her early years that led her to not get used to the outside world. Always drinking in logs of her mother and Grace Augustine. She also convinced Max if she could see Jake Sully’s logs, which she was grateful for. The current Olo’eyktan, was a human like her. And now he is living his truth amongst his people out there. 

“It's fine, I'm not bothered by it anymore” Y/n says harshly, spinning around as Spider grabs her shoulders. He looks down at her apologetically.

“No, it's on me. I shouldn't even be telling you about my day when you….” he trails off frowning.

“No! No, it's fine Spider. I love listening to your adventures. Honestly. It's my form of entertainment and I love watching you happy” Y/n says smiling up at the taller boy.

Despite this Y/n always tried to stay positive, always helping around with research, helping maneuver samples and making sure the tanks are full for the exo packs they would take outside for excursions and for Spider’s constant usage. Y/n tried to be as helpful as possible, all to divert her attention from the void she felt deep within.

Her free time always consisted of watching logs, watching how her mother spoke about the Na’vi with excitement. Her mother had helped the clan recuperate after the war, helping alongside Mo’at with the injured. Y/n’s mother had even gotten close with Neytiri, the wife of Jake Sully. Her mother was also involved in Neytiri’s firstborn’s delivery. 

Y/n watched in amazement everytime memorizing how her mother spoke fondly about the world, the beauty that basked her in awe all the time. Y/n couldn't help but desire that as well. Fantasize about going out, running across the forest floor with no limits or the chance of running into a cold wall. She craved freedom. Craved adventure. Something more. Something beyond her personal prison. 

“Y/n! There you are!” Norm peeks into the medical wing, his hand gripping a tablet as he eyes Spiders wrapped arm in worry. Spider shows a thumbs up to clear his concern as he turns his attention back to Y/n.

“Can you double check on the exo-pack’s when you have time? The filters need to be cleaned and the power supply pack needs to be changed. Think you can do that for me?” He asks, offering a tiny pleading smile. Y/n forces down her pent up sadness and manages a tiny nod.

“Max told me to check them earlier. I just have a few left” She explains to which Norm sighs out in relief. “Good, did you fix pack #8? That one was almost busted the last time I saw it” Y/n waves him off, she wasn't in the mood to go back to recharding and cleaning the exo-packs, the very thing they needed to survive the outside world. The very thing she wishes she had the opportunity to use. 

“Yes, no worries. I’ll get them done!” Y/n reassures as Norm nods once more before ducking down to head for the laboratory. Y/n sighs out once he is out of earshot. She turns to Spider who had been quite the entire time. 

“Ok...wanna have dinner together?’ Spider asks, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear. Y/n smiles at Spider, her dear friend she grew up to love and cherish as a brother. 

“I’d love that, my room or yours?” Y/n asks, taking his larger hand into hers as she tugs him towards the kitchen.

“Yours, you have a more comfortable bed”

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“I’m off!” Spider calls out quickly grabbing an exo pack and securing it tightly against his face. Hearing his declaration and watching him walk towards the exit, Y/n scurries to his side, glancing at the watch on her wrist as she frowns deeply. 

“Are you insane! It's already nightfall!!” She hisses. She rolls her eyes noting how Norm and Max didn't seem bothered by the fact that Spider wanted to go out again, and this late into the day, the sun had already set a while ago which meant the dangers of the night would be out on the prowl. 

“So what? Kiri wanted to show me some cool bioluminescent plants. We can only see them when the sun has set anyways” Spider shrugs, tightening the pack against his back. Y/n bites her lips furiously, her nostrils flaring in a mix of anger and worry for the boy. 

“Spider, seriously? It's only been 3 days, and your wound hasn't fully healed yet. What if you run into trouble?” She rants, trying to stand in Spider’s way crossing her arms in frustration. Spider sighs out loud, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

“We won't be going too far out and I have this-” He gestures to the bow slung across his chest. Y/n raises an eyebrow, glancing at his injured arm as if to answer his statement . He playfully rolls his eyes, sidestepping her and quickly walking past her. 

“I’ll be fine Y/n, quit worrying!” He calls back, walking towards the entrance with determination. Y/n sighs out realizing she wouldn't hear the end of it if she took another step closer to the entrance especially since Norm and Max were in her line of vision. She throws her hands up in annoyance, turning to Max who simply offers a tiny smile. 

“Seriously? You're allowing this?” Y/n asks her cheeks flushed in worry. 

At this point Y/n didn't know what egged her to react in such a way. Was it a worry for Spider’s safety? Was it anger towards the ‘adults’ in the lab that allowed him to venture out so late? Or the more likely option, was it jealousy? Jealous over the fact that Spider could go out, and she can't. 

“Relax Y/n, it's not the end of the world. Let the boy live a little” Max says teasingly which caused the tiny girl to fume. 

‘Then, why can I live a little?’

Hearing the entrance lock from a few feet behind her Y/n whips around to leave the lab, intending on going to her room to watch her mother logs. Watching her mothers calming logs always helped calm her down. 

“Wait! Y/n?!” Norm calls from his seat, causing the girl to stop right outside the door. She glances back, her eyes cold and unwavering.

“Yes?” she asks in a monotone, not feeling in the mood to listen to what he had to say. “Did you check the exo-packs like I asked the other day?” He asks, not noting how Y/n looked ready to kill at this point. 

“Of course, now if you’ll excuse me. I have to go to my room” Y/n easily lies before marching out of the lab. Max glances at Norm who had a questioning look on his face. 

“The rebellious stage?” Norm asks, tapping his pen against his lips 

“I'd say more like just fluctuating hormones?” Max offers, glancing back at where she had stormed off to.

“Thank god I don't have children of my own”

 

“Norm….Y/n and Spider are practically our children…”

~~~~~

“No”

Y/n’s hands scurry over the hanger, rechecking the packs in her arms, her heart beating a mile per minute.

“No, no no no, where are you?” Y/n whispers to herself, her eyes jumping around as if it would magically appear in front of her.

 

After gloating in her room for half an hour Y/n decided to finally finish up her duty to clean and recharge the exo packs. She had been rather lazy the past few days, lazy to the point she kept putting off the chore entirely. 

The moment she arrived back to the lab it was empty, everyone must have left for their quarters or for dinner, a perfect time to quickly finish her work and be on her way to her room again. But unfortunately for her, life wasn't going to be that easy. 

She remembered leaving a few packs to do later, but one was missing. The very same pack Norm had emphasized on, the defective and nearly beaten up exo pack. #8. 

She looked around aimlessly, double checking the logbook to see if anyone had mistakenly taken the pack out. But she knew no one would be out this late. And if things couldn't get any worse, there were no loose packs lying around. No one would have mistakenly placed it anywhere. And the recycling system didn't have it either so no one decided on throwing out the defective pack. 

Which only left one, bone chilling conclusion.

 

“Shit…Spider” 

Y/n looks at the entrance a few feet away. Before the entrance seemed to shine, it seemed to always glow in her eyes. But right now, it looked menacing, scary even. It was the very same door Spider had run out of not too long ago, wearing the defective mask. 

Y/n feels sweat drip down her forehead, her eyes widening in fear. Due to her laziness, her foolishness. Spider was going to die. And all because of her. 

The exo packs would be good for a few hours even if they are near to running out of power, or even if the filter needed to be changed. But Y/n knew about that mask, #8 was defective. That mask should have been discarded weeks ago. And she knew Spider didn't have hours, he had minutes left. 

“What have I done? '' Y/n shakily covers her mouth, covering up her sobs as she feels the weight of her mistake weigh down on her. She couldn't seem to form a coherent thought  as she sobs out of sheer pain and guilt that shook her body. 

Just as her sobs die down she glances at the entrance one more time, before mindlessly grabbing two exo packs. She slings one across her arms carefully while placing the other one over her face, securing the mask snugly and slinging her arms through the power pack. She held the extra pack close to her, taking tentative steps towards the entrance. The closer she got, the faster her heart rang against her chest.

She knew Norm and Max would be devastated if they found out Spider was in danger , or worse dead because of Y/n. And she couldn't, wouldn’t live with his blood on her hands. She nears the entrance, her hands shakily reaching out to firmly grasp the cold handle. 

She didn't know how, she didn't know if she had the ability. But she would rather die trying than sit in the lab waiting for the inevitable.

She was determined to find Spider. Wherever he may be.

 

Glancing back at the empty lab once more she turns her exo pack on, taking in a deep breath. The hum of the power supply working flawlessly vibrates against her back comfortably. 

Locking the airlock she opens the door, shutting it behind her with force as she runs into the unknown forest ahead. 

Not sparing a glance back at her so-called; prison. 

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Y/n had been wandering around aimlessly as her feet carried her deeper and deeper into the forest. She didn't have the time to bask in the beauty of the forest she had desired for long as her worry and fear for Spider clouded her vision. 

Her eyes darted around, the bioluminescent plants aiding her in her quest through the dense forest filled with twigs and foliage that crushed under her hurried steps. 

“S-shit” 

Y/n comes to a stop in a clearing, resting her hand against the tree beside her to catch her breath. She had never run so far, and for such a long duration in her entire life. She felt her legs tremble under form as if it couldn't hold her upper body weight any longer. Her breaths came out in gasps occasionally fogging up her face plate. 

At the rate she was going she didn't know if she had a chance to even find Spider. Feeling all the adrenaline drain from her body, she slumps against the large tree, sliding down to sit on the cold forest floor beneath. Her eyes trail over the beauty as she tries to regulate her breathing, her eyes glimmering with  mild excitement. 

For a moment, she forgot that Spider was in danger. 

For a moment, she felt like she was dreaming. 

Her fingers clutch the leaves underneath her, they felt so soft yet rough at the same time, her eyes catching the various plants that glow and glimmer in the dead of the night. It was an indescribable beauty. Y/n found herself realizing  her mother had not done justice when describing the beauty of Pandora in her logs. 

Pandora was not simply beautiful; It was breathtaking.

 

Y/n smiles softly to herself, her eyes taking in the beauty of the night. She couldn't imagine how it would look during the day. What she would do to stay out and wait it out till day break. 

Her thoughts are cut short when she notices a small glittering thing float down to her from high above the treeline. She watches curiously, her legs regaining some strength as she shakily stands up, her grip on the extra exo pack for Spider secure. She stands to her full fight as if to meet the floating object halfway. 

A surprised gasp leaves her lips as realizes the beautiful being was floating down to her, her face flashing with recognition. The seed came mere inches away from her face.

Y/n shakily lifts her free arm towards it, facing her palm up. Staying perfectly still. The pure spirit hoes on to land on her palm swiftly, as if it intended on landing on her hand in the first place. Y/n giggles softly feeling the tiny tendrils tickle against her bare skin. 

“You're a Atokirina” (Woodsprite) Y/n whispers out quietly,  as if weary of scaring the delicate being. She watches how the seed stays on her hand, fluttering occasionally but staying put. What a beautiful sight, she felt her heart soar.

Y/n had learned a lot through her many ‘lessons’, from Norm and the logs. About the importance of a woodsprite and its meaning. She had also learned they were pure spirits and considered scared. Y/n bites her lips softly as a thought crosses her mind. Taking a moment to contemplate her question she takes a deep breath.

 

“I've lost a dear friend of mine…Spider, will you help me find him?” Y/n whispers, feeling silly for asking a favor out loud. She watches how the seed flutters at her request, floating up at her words. Taking this as a sign, Y/n pushes her wobbly legs to follow the floating woodsprite across the clearing and near a patch of bushes. 

She comes to a halt noticing how the woodsprite started to float upwards, floating further and further away. She tilts her head in question. Did it want her to continue on straight? Straight through and deeper into the forest? 

Y/n glances back at the bush in front of her, her eyes catch the slight movement between the leaves. Her heart jumps at the movement. Was it Spider? Was he in the bushes? 

Feeling like she had no other option she slowly comes closer towards the bush, watching the rustling increase the closer it got. She couldn’t help but feel fear ping inside of her as she came closer, her feet practically tip toeing against the forest floor. 

‘If it was Spider, why hasn't he come out yet?’ 

Gulping loudly she reaches out her free hand to move the leaves for a better view but within a blink of eye she is harshly pushed down to the ground. 

The extra pack flies away at the impact of her landing harshly against the forest floor, her back pressed down by a heavy weight. The deep growl makes Y/n’s  blood run cold. 

Her eyes widen in unbridled fear as she stares into the eyes of an angry viperwolf. Out of fear she trashes against the beast, screaming in fear which only agitated the creature who snaps its fangs at her. 

Tears pool along her irises as her body gives in, to warn out to fully fight back. She feels the creature get closer to her face, the warning growls disappearing as its eyes square down into her smaller form. 

She scrunched her eyes shut, waiting for it all to end in a second. 

Spider was right, your life does flash before your eyes. And all Y/n saw was her sad self, staring at her own reflection with no purpose. An empty shell of herself. No goals, no ambitions. Nothing. All because she was denied such freedom. 

Y/n feels her body relax. Maybe this was what she needed? Maybe this was meant to be? 

She silently prays when all of the sudden the weight is lifted off of her. 

Her eyes snapped open as she scurried to sit up. Y/n eyes widen in shock, her jaw going slacked as she watches the viperwolf snap defensively against her saviour. 

She drinks in the sight of a Na’vi male, and not just any male. A really tall Navi, his broad back facing her as he wrestled against the viperwolf. She catches a glint of a knife that was lodged into the creature as it whines in pain. 

Y/n had never seen a Na’vi up close before, sure she had scanned over files and pictures. She even got to interact with some of the avatars. But this. This was new. This was a true Na’vi. And he had saved her.

Y/n crawls over to the abandoned exo pack that had gone flying when she was thrown to the ground, making sure it wasn't damaged as she looks it over. Sighing in relief, she glances over at  the Na’vi as he looms over the now dead viperwolf, whispering something in their native language as he pulls out the knife. Cleaning it if it’s blood.

“T-thank you” 

Y/n whispers, taking tiny straps to get a bit closer to the now crouched male. At the sound of her voice he visually stiffens, his grip on the knife tightening as he sheaths back into its casing across his belt 

Not receiving a response Y/n clears her throat, she wanted to wipe her face of the tears that had slipped past her eyes at her near death experience. But the mask proved to be a barrier at the moment. 

“Thank you for saving me” Y/n tries again. This time she takes a cautious step back when the male whips around, standing up immediately to his full height towering over her. Y/n craned her neck to get a glimpse of his face, her breath hitched upon taking in his features. 

He must have been the most beautiful, handsome Na’vi Y/n had ever seen. The markings and stripes along his face displayed beautifully, his yellow eyes shining bright as they pierced into her soul, his locks braided neatly and laying past his shoulders. Decorated with beads and pearls. 

And his lips, so nicely shaped and perfect, Y/n found herself getting lost in them. But from the looks of it, he wasn’t smiling at her. No. He was frowning, his eyes burning with what looked to be anger. 

“Thank??” He growls slowly, pointing his index finger towards Y/n in accusation. His English accent thick. 

“You thank?? For this?!” He hisses, his ears flattened against his head. Y/n flinches at his tone, looking over at the viperwolf that attacked her earlier. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she realized he had killed a creature, a native creature for her. 

“I’m sorry…I-”

Y/n looks back at the handsome stranger, noting how his shoulders relax a bit at her apology. 

(A/N: The rest of the dialogue is in Navi)

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get in the way. Create a…conflict” Y/n says in Na’vi. Though it was broken and missing some words, the male seems to relax fully once she speaks to him his mother tongue. 

Once she had grown interested in the Na’vi culture Y/n had made Norm’s life a living hell until he taught her how to speak. She could understand almost everything after many years of practice, it was her speaking that needed improvement, 

“Why did you save me?” She asks, her voice shaky from the event that had unfolded. The male grunts at her question, choosing to look anywhere else but her. His tail twitches under her stare. 

“Because Ewya seems to have chosen you…for what. I don’t know”  he explained. Y/n eyes widen at his words. Had he been watching her the entire time? From the moment she walked into the clearing? And she hasn't known of his presence? He must be a warrior, judging by his stature, his precision and skills. 

“I’m truly sorry, it was foolish of me to provoke him…” She wipers apologetically. The male's eyes twitch upwards, taking in her world. 

The male shuffles a little, the storm behind his eyes seems to calm down at her words. He seems to contemplate something before looking over to her, his expression much more relaxed than before but still hard. 

“Where are you from?” he demands, but much softer than before. He looked stiff, ready to defend himself if need be, but the original hostility had dispersed once he saw the sincerity behind her apology, 

“I-I’m from the base camp, a good way away from here. I work with…Norm and Max?” Y/n explains, peering up at the giant. Y/n thought it best she use the names of her guardians who she knew were known amongst the Omatikaya. She used their names hoping for the male to calm down, and luckily it worked perfectly, 

The male's tail twitches at the names mentioned, a flash of recognition crossing his face. He lets out a grunt as he glances around the clearing.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone tawtute. I will escort you back so you may not cause anymore trouble. Is that clear?” (Human) The male says sternly, his eyes completely calm but filled with authority. Not waiting for her response he turns his back on her, taking two strides waiting for her to follow him. 

Y/n thought he was around her age, but his tone and choice of words, how he held himself made him seem older. That, or he was that of nobility. 

“I can’t!” She quickly objects.

 

The male halts his steps, peering over his shoulder with an unamused look on his face. He sighs out, 

“Why not tawtute. Do you want to die? It’s dangerous and you have nothing to defend yourself,” he warns. 

“My friend….My friend is in danger, I’m looking for him” Y/n holds the extra pack up as his eyes trace over the human invention. His nose slightly scrunches at the sight but he waits for her to further explain. 

“He left with a defective exo pack, if I do not deliver this to him in time he will die.” She says stepping closer to him. The male stiffens at her close proximity, his heart rate quickens as his nostrils fill up with her scent,  which he chooses to ignore. 

“Another tawtute? In the forest? It’s really late in the night, he’s probably already dead” he states, his tone holding traces of sympathy. 

Y/n eyes widen at his words. Had she truly been late, it’s true it’s been a while since he had left, the exo pack couldn’t have malfunctioned at any time. Was it all for nothing?

“N-no! I can’t let that happen. He’s alive, I feel it-” Y/n places her hand over her heart for emphasis. “Spider, he can-“ 

“Spider?!” The male jolts at the familiar name. His eyes light up on high alert causing Y/n to be taken aback.

 

“Y-yes, Spider! Do you know him!” She confirms, taking a step closer to the Na’vi. The male glances back at the exo pack one more time before offering his large hand out for her. 

“Come” 

~~~~~~~

The male Navi pulls Y/n along with him as she walks quickly through the forest. Y/n desperately tried to keep up, her lungs burning at the sensation of her rapid pace. 

Y/n tried to get the male to give her some space, to let her run freely by his side as him pulling her seemed to pose a problem. But the only response she got were grunts of acknowledgement and nothing more, 

“C-can we slow down?”  Y/n asks, her chest heaving with every breath she tries to take. The male stops, turning towards her. His eyes burning with determination, his tail swishing behind me. 

“You tawtute are slow, weak. If you don’t hurry we won’t find him” the male hisses. Y/n realizes this male must be one of Spider’s friends. He recognized him the moment she mentioned him, and the urgency in his actions proved he cared for him. 

“I’ll try to keep up. Can I please walk on my own?” Y/n pleads, the arm that had been tugged at for the past few minutes throbbing with pain. 

The male scoffs, the tiniest smile playing along his lips. “Fine, do what you want tawtute, but move with haste” the male turns around taking a few steps but much slower this time to accommodate her speed. 

“I have a name!” Y/n huffs out.

 

“Oh? What might that be?” There is a small trace of amusement in his tone as he keeps walking forward. Y/n glances down at her footing. Being mindful where she placed her feet on the huge branch as she didn’t want to fall. It wasn't a big drop, but it was big enough to break a bone or two. 

“Y/n. My name is Y/n” she wheezes out. The male hums at her response, satisfied that she answered to him so quickly, 

“Y/n…Mhm…” the male says her name causing Y/n’s steps to falter. The way her name rolled off his tongue, so elegantly it seemed to cause her heart to skip a beat. The deep baritone voice only made him sound that much more….attractive.

“What's your-”

Y/n was so lost in her thoughts she misplaced her next step. Y/n screams in fear feeling her leg slip from under her, she is able to see how the male Na’vi whips around to the sound of her scream, rushing to catch her in time but to no avail. Y/n’s fingers slip past his by a few mere centimeters as she tumbled towards the forest floor. She landed with a huge thump, landing on her face. 

“Y/n!”

Y/n groans in pain, struggling to sit back up. Luckily nothing felt broken, but her entire body screamed in protest as aches and pain took over her body. She held her breath to calm her racing heart. Just as Y/n tries to stand up, the male jumps down to her side. He crouches down to her level assessing her for any injuries with a worried look. 

“Woah, that was a scare! Talk abou-hmpfhghaa?”

 

Y/n’s words get caught off as the males' large hands cover her mouth. Y/n eyes widen at the action, her face heating up at the feeling of his warm hand over her mouth. His hand was big enough to cover her entire face if he wanted to. But all she could focus on was the way his body heat radiated off of  his soft hand.

‘He feels so warm…..wait…warm?’ 

Y/n feels her heart drop to her stomach realizing why she felt his hand press firmly against her mouth. 

Her mask had broken clean off. Her face was fully bare.

 

If it weren't  for his hand she would have inhaled the toxic air. Dying in an instant.

“Mhdgjpfff!” 

The male's expression is filled with worry, his eyes dancing around for the extra pack she had with her for Spider. Unable to find it near them he growls in frustration. It might have slipped from Y/n’s fingers when she had fallen. Such luck. 

“Can you hold your breath? Do you think you can hold your breath till the base Y/n? Forget Spider, let me carry you back to your base!” The male says urgently, his face showing emotions he didn’t show earlier. Y/n ignored how her heart rate accelerated at him saying her name so freely. 

Her eyes mist over realizing this was the end. She shakes her head, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it, and with the extra pack not in sight it was as if she was meant to perish. Like everything that has happened today, happened for a reason. 

The Na’vi shakes his head in denial, refusing to take no for an answer.

 

“No, there must be something. Another way” He glances at the sky, he would call his Ikran but the question still stands. Would she be able to hold her breath for that long? 

Y/n smiles at the male, her tiny fingers reaching up to grab his hand, trying to tug his hand free from his hold. . 

The male shakes his head, refusing to remove his hand. Y/n feels herself get light headed  from the lack of oxygen. If this is what fate had in store for her, she was willing to allow it.

 

Noticing how her eyes got droopy, the male pulled Y/n into him, having her head rest against his free arm while she sat against his lap. 

He looks down at her with sadness, his eyes staring into her e/c eyes realizing there was nothing he could do. He felt utterly useless. 

Y/n nods assuringly as she is finally able to pull away his hand. The male closed his eyes, he didn’t want to watch her in physical pain in her last few moments. A shaky sigh escaped his lips. Y/n looks up at the star's above, her eyes closing to a shut. 

Y/n thanks the gods above for letting her see the forest for the first time, and for meeting a Na’vi at the first try. In a way she got to experience everything she desired in the span of one day, and that made her happy. 

She takes a deep breath and……

Nothing happens. 

Her lungs fill in with the air around her as her eyes snap open. The male peeks his eyes open as well hearing her gasp in surprise, his  widened as he watches her able to breathe the air around her. His air. The air that was supposed to be…toxic. 

Y/n smiles wide, sitting up straighter. She can breathe fine, in fact the air seems lighter as it travels through her, better than oxygen! She could breathe Pandora air! Had the great mother spared her life?

“W-hat?!” Y/n sits up fully now, still within his grasp. The Na’vi’s eyes bore into her in shock and surprise as she wiggled what was left of her mask off her face. She adjusted her hair and moved it from face as she inhaled deeply. 

“I…I’m not dead!” She declares, turning to fully to face the male. She squeaks in surprise when she realizes how close their faces were from one another as she is practically resting over his lap. She shyly looks into his eyes, him staring back at her in awe. 

The male's eyes widen at her , fully taking in her beauty. He hadn't noticed her when he was blinded by anger, or when he began to worry over his friend Spider.  

Now that he had her in his arms, he realized he didn’t want to let her go. He was able to see everything, and up close. The mask that seemed to hide her beauty finally gone, showing him what he had missed. What he had been blind to see before.

“W-what’s your name?” Y/n asks, beginning to shy away from his intense stare up close. Maybe she looked silly with her messy hair and puffy eyes? 

The male breathes in, a genuine smile twitching along his lips.

“Neteyam,…my name is Neteyam”

 

And for the first time in forever, Neteyam felt completely breathless. 

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! let me know what you think and if you'd like a Pt2?

[thegreatnure]

May I request some Mimic AU rambles 🙏

JWBDB???? OFCOURSE. TY FOR ASKING

Tw!! This is a horror au and will have horror elements such as spiders, small gore and ect!!

It's still a work in progress! It's been on hiatus for a bit but I have a ton of side stories :]]

- the main one is very rough. It was indeed probably one of my very first aus! Jack, Sammy and Vos all explore a cave. the general idea is that Jack didn't see Sammy die. But Vos gets paranoid. Jack asked Vos to show him her inventory. Vos is snatched when he returns to the inventory pile. Leaving Jack alone and confused. He flees. The story goes on like normal, except its a diffrent setting. Jesse and Petra talk to Jack for advice/help. They aren't exactly sure what's in that cave. But Jack knows who's in it. After alot of persuasion, Jack obliges though very hesitantly. That's when they find Vos. He's malnourished and panicking. He's as suspicious as when you first meet him in Canon. The diffrence is that it is actually Vos. Jack, petra and Jesse flee. It's oddly quiet. Jack mentions the present sound of scurrying and footsteps he heard in the exact same cavern. Jesse and petra feel dissapointed (I haven't decided why they are there yet :] but basic idea is that the monster they heard of in the cavern may be the cause of a bubbling problem in beacontown. Especially if whatever it is isn't dead.) It's been 30 years since that happened and Jesse asks Jack If it was just a regular spider. Spiders don't live up to 30 years... It'd explain the silence. Jack demands whatever took Sammy wasn't a spider and asks Vos to help. Since he SAW her inventory. Jesse and petra look over to find Vos gagging. It was a disturbing sight but expected. Porkchops wouldn't last him 30 years.. and he probably wouldn't have the appetite if Jack was right. Jack insists they get out of here for Vos's sake. Vos nods his head. But he doesn't oblige. For whatever reason, he pleaded for them to stay in the cave. It was night and chilly, but Jack would fend fine enough. Vos didn't take this lightly. He flees off into the cave to Jacks horror. Jack runs after him. Whatever took Sammy was inside of Vos and trying to get out. Into the world, where it could take more lives. And Jack just brought it more to feed.

Spiromeo: I have made some art of him, but his design has fluctuated greatly. But his common appearance that I most draw him with is similar to Sama from the mimic. What this au takes inspiration from since romeo is a mimic! He is also seen as the admin of "control" since sama in game is seen as the beast of control! In this au he will be the main antagonist. He takes the shape of a distorted human on his upper with elongated hands and serpent like neck. This was designed to be eerie. That's why Romeo is usually seen like that in the story. He is a larger height ranging around 20ft as that's how big his cave tunnels are. His bottom half is the main part of himself containing the legs and stomach of a spider and a scorpion like tail. He has incredible speed but it's very terrible for stealth.

Jack: our protagonist! Not much diffrent from canon except we get this story from his perspective. After dodging death so many times, there is an option to spare romeo in their final battle. "(1) kill romeo" or "(2) save your friends" whitch romeo gives to Jack himself. If Jack chose 1, the story would end with the curse being lifted where Romeo could never walk along his cavern floors again. If Jack chose 2, blinded by his sorrow and longing, romeo takes the opportunity to kill Jack. Leaving him with Xara, who puts him through similar trials to return home. He is sent to a purgatory like setting (similar to book 2 of the game) and is given a second chance. If he survives, that is. Jack does, returning home and seeing the dismay romeo has caused being freed. And it was all Jacks fault. He let him free.

And that's where the story ends for now! I don't want to make this post too long, so I left out some details. There is many side aus me and pals have forged I will ramble about soon!

[dailydemonspotlight]

Tsuchigumo - Day 117

Race: Jirae

Arcana: Strength

Alignment: Neutral

October 1st, 2024

Happy spooky month! Among the tricks and treats that make up many things during the scariest time of the year, demons grow in strength far more than anything else. All sorts of monsters gain power and prevalence throughout October, as All Hallow's eve approaches quickly, and in celebration of this I wanna take a look at some demons that spook me, personally, in terms of either design or folklore! And, the first of this bunch, though certainly not the least, is today's Demon of the Day, and a surprisingly prevalent one- Tsuchigumo, an incredibly strange Yokai... spider. I hate spiders. This is gonna be fun...

The name 'Tsuchigumo' means 'ground spider,' and in effect that's what it is, though certainly far more sentient- after all, as a yokai, you'd need to expect quite a bit of insanity to go with it. Curiously, Tsuchigumo was also a term used to refer to several Japanese clans that stood outside of the law- it typically was used to refer to renegade spirits who resided outside of polite society, and who were referred to as having long limbs and cold hearts. This association actually ties into the design in SMT, but we'll get back to that in a bit, as for right now, I'm concerned with the spider. Also called the 'purse web spider,' Tsuchigumo were violent, massive spiders who seemed to be roughly bear-sized, and their main prey was, of course, humans.

These spiders were rather intelligent for the fact that they were, well, spiders, and would typically play with their prey before eventually going about consuming them in a confused, delirious state. To do this, the spiders tended to use and manipulate illusions, doing things like transforming themselves into people to lure other people away or other such things- one example of this comes in the form of a story regarding the Tsuchigumo and a legendary Japanese warrior, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who one day fell into the web of the spider.

Injured from one of his various battles, Yorimitsu took a break and was tended to by a young servant boy, though began to realize that he wasn't getting any better as minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days. Suspecting that something was up, one of his retainers took a look at the person attending to him- a priest- and figured out soon that it wasn't a human, but rather one of these spiders in disguise, who had manipulated the group and was pumping the warrior full of venom. Enraged, Yorimitsu got up and chased down the spider to its home, where he eventually killed it after hours of searching and a tense battle, earning his blade the name 'spider-cutter.' This is just one of a few stories regarding the Tsuchigumo, as it's present in many tales, not just this one, and I'd recommend finding some yourself if you're interested.

Now, in SMT, a lot of the stuff about Tsuchigumos that I've gone over here apply, but the human face and a lot of the compendium entries about this oversized spider hint at other connections, those being to the Tsuchigumo clans I mentioned above. While I can't find much in terms of exact names for these clans, and it may be a bit of folklore instead, they're rather explicitly referenced in the design, tying both meanings of Tsuchigumo together- oversized spiders and renegade men, each into one.

[one-vivid-judgment]

LET THE GATES OF HEADCANONS HELL OPEN! 🔥 Hcs for Seonhee, Yamai and Eiji! Pweeeease!

I'm a simple woman, I see Eiji, I jump. Since it wasn't specified whether they had to be SFW or NSFT, I went for the first option!

Anyway, here they are!

General headcanons (Eiji, Yamai & Seonhee)

Eiji Mitamura

• Before everything eventually crashes and burns, he's a shameless son of a bitch. Hand on your ass or waist at all times, straight up making out in front of everyone who so much as looks at you like they might want something to do with you. If you ask if he's possessive, he'll say he's not, he just thinks it's funny to see the looks on those guy's faces. Of course that's a lie though. 

• He's not into the cutesy pet names or things like cuddling. You can do it if you want to, he will coo and call it adorable (a bit patronizing, because of course), but don't expect him to do it. Occasionally, he'll pull a cigarette kiss, and he will let you sleep with your head on his chest whenever, but that's the most he'll ever do. 

• After the whole shebang, it's a complete 180. He (for good reason, may we add) thinks he doesn't deserve shit—if you are willing to help him, visit him while he's in prison and show him support like Ichi did, he might cry. PDA after everything is... a touchy subject. You better be patient with that. A part of him does feel a little happy that you'd want to show him off like that though. 

Yutaka Yamai

• If he ever lets you borrow his jacket, you BET you're special for this man. He is always cold, even in the heat of Hawaiian summer, turtleneck and thick jacket and all. So if you ever see him take off that jacket and drap it over your shoulders, you should take it as the big sign of trust it is. 

• Surprisingly a pretty chill dude. He never formally introduced you to his gang. He's the boss, why would he need to, right? Even so, all his boys know who you are; how could they not, when the boss brings you around pretty much everyday? His hostesses know and love you. Everyone is at least a bit surprised that Yamai is into someone younger for once, but no one dares ask out loud. It's way better that way. 

• He hasn't worn his hair in a ponytail ever since his days at the Tabata family. Hasn't even considered it, actually. If you even suggest tying it up for 'convenience', he'll refuse. If you just start playing with his hair for the sake of it though, he will go stiff for a moment and then just... let it happen. The softer things are usually not his thing, but this... this he can tolerate. And then you might be able to coax him into wearing a ponytail again. 

Seonhee

• She may look all tough for the sake of upholding her Queen of the Geomijul status, but she LOVES cute things. Teddy bears, heart-shaped make-up containers, butterfly claw clips (yes, the irony of the spider-butterfly thing is not lost on her). She may not show it outwardly, but if you gift her something cute, she'll absolutely MELT. 

• Doing your nails together is probably her favorite thing ever. Something about letting her partner hold her hands to file and paint her nails feels so intimate for her. There is not really any need to speak either; it's a comfortable kind of silence. If she likes your work a lot, she might go without the gloves for a few days until they start to chip. 

• Be prepared to eat gyoza and VERY spicy food. She will try to tone it down if you tell her it's too much for you to handle, but at this point, she really can't cook any other way. It's in her DNA. At least you'll learn to handle your spice.

[meggannn]

miles to peter in the BTSV confrontation: "is that why you're here? to let me down easy? it worked last time, so why not run it back, huh?"

because it was peter's decision to not have miles go to the collider, and all the spiders in ITSV prob agreed he should be the one to tell him. and miles clearly knew he was being handled at that time, like he knows he's being handled in the "intervention." so. i guess it's no wonder peter didn't want to be the one to break the bad news to miles again in BTSV, because the last time was so emotionally charged for both of them and it also was frankly humiliating for miles to get tied up and left behind. and peter clearly didn't enjoy telling miles he wasn't ready for the realities of being spider-man, and wouldn't want to do it AGAIN if miles didn't take the news about canon well. much less if he also paired it with the news about him being an anomaly, yikes.

(i still think peter absolutely should've been the one to tell miles everything though. in a calm, neutral setting with no strangers around to watch his reaction while he's being told his dad is gonna die. and then gang up to take him down if he reacts in the wrong way, because. what the hell.)

i think peter trusted miguel to explain canon events to miles calmly like he would a coworker, and peter would be there for backup as "good cop," like miles suspected. i do not think peter expected miguel to lock him up tho lol partly because i don't think he would be on board for tying miles up again; he knows from experience that won't work anyway, and also because i think he doesn't want to restrict miles's autonomy... at least not by physically restraining him. (miles breaking out of peter's last attempt to tie him up brought only benefits for everyone, after all.)

[naavispider]

Chapter 14 - If you playing me that mean my home aint home

The support on this fic has been so amazing I'm a puddle of gratitude 😭 I never, ever expected it to take off the way it has, and have really become attached to it.

There he lay, dead on the ground, eyes open and blood gently seeping from his chest.

"Get over here, now!" Quaritch called, anger like venom in his voice.

Spider couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything, only stare. Quaritch was shouting furiously but Spider couldn't hear him. Next thing he knew, Quaritch was on him, pulling him away from the body towards the other recoms, where Mansk was lying on the ground, panting heavily to control the pain in his leg.

"No!" Spider shouted, pushing and pulling against Quaritch's grip. There was no way he was going anywhere with him. "Get off me!" he screamed, a sob finally breaking through his shock. "You killed him- You killed him-" he fought desperately to run from Quaritch's grip. He needed to be anywhere but here. Quaritch didn't say anything - he wasn't defending himself as he grabbed Spider's hands in one of his and roughly slapped on the red bindings again.

Spider sobbed in misery, falling to the floor - there was nothing else he could do.

The rest of the recoms were gathered over Mansk, anxiously assessing the situation and trying to help. Savine looked dead herself as she rummaged through the trauma kit, looking for something to stem the bleeding. Wainfleet was tying a tourniquet around Mansk's thigh, and Fike was injecting some kind of liquid into the skin around the wound. Quaritch left Spider on the ground and called into his communicator.

"Delta one, this is Romeo troop, over."

"Romeo troop, send your traffic," Spider heard in his earpiece.

"We require an immediate medical extraction. Mansk is down with a class 4 penetrative stab wound."

"What's your pos?"

"Sector 21, 51.5033° N, 0.1196° W."

"Stand by for extraction."

Quaritch moved over to Mansk and Spider panicked. Were they going back to base? No. He wouldn't.

He rose slowly, not caring about being seen, not caring if he'd get far. All he knew was that he couldn't stand another minute with the RDA. With Quaritch.

He bolted.

He had never ran so fast in his life. His breath burned as he flew through the forest, leaping over fallen logs, octoshrooms, boulders, roots and vines, pitcher plants; all of it a blur. He almost lost his balance with his hands tied but by some miracle managed to keep himself upright and travelling forwards at a pace he was sure he'd never reached before. It felt like his body was going too fast for his brain to keep up - surely he'd stumble soon? The recoms would catch up and he'd be shipped off back to the General and her death machine. It wasn't happening. Ignoring the raging stitch in his side he screamed as he pushed himself on.

He had no idea where he was going. He arrived suddenly at a creek which was too wide for him to jump, and too steep on the other side to scramble up. He veered right and started running parallel along its bank.

Terror tore at his insides as he heard shouting from behind him. His scream caught in his throat - it was Quaritch, in pursuit. How far behind him he was, Spider had no idea. His legs burned as he leapt over the forest debris; stones, rocks, spines and roots all abused his bare feet as he ducked under branches and vines, running through them without time to properly avoid them.

"Spider!"

Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God. Quaritch must be 30 or 40 yards behind. Spider knew he would eventually out-run him. He was only human. Sheer panic drove him on. He looked around as he ran, eyes wild, desperately searching for somewhere to hide. He was too terrified to stop though. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Seconds later, the creek seemed to widen and the bank on the other side looked less steep - now was his chance. Jumping the 10 or so feet down into the stream without caring whether he hurt himself, he landed in the wet, immediately screwing his ankle.

He couldn't hear anyone calling him anymore - had Quaritch given up? As soon as he thought it, Spider knew that was crazy. Blinded by his terror, he dragged his body up the other side of the bank and all pain from his ankle radiated away with renewed adrenaline. He was still going. It was difficult with his hands tied but he managed to clear the bank and then he was up, only now he realised how painful his breathing was becoming, how his legs ached - they could barely support him anymore.

Spider thought of the Na'vi man's face just before he died - the resolute way he had understood and agreed to help him - and Spider cried out again as he pushed his screaming body on. Over a boulder, across a log, and then he didn't know what came first.

"You dumb kid," a voice terrifyingly close behind him shouted in his ear, a hand closed down on his shoulder, he tripped and fell under the pressure, and then Quaritch's other hand was on his arm, grabbing him, holding him down. He cried out as he fought to get up, crawling forward as if he still had a chance. He would die before he gave up. The weight bearing down became too much and Quaritch had him pinned down. Spider gasped for air, already oxygen deprived as tears fell freely inside his mask. He reached one arm forward, clawing at the soil, still trying to escape.

"It's over." Quaritch was panting heavily on top of him. He flipped Spider over and Spider struggled with all his might. He couldn't face this. He wouldn't.

"It's over Spider," Quaritch puffed.

"Get off me!" Spider screamed.

The recom didn't reply, just held Spider's hands down in one of his, while speaking into his communicator with the other.

"You killed him! You killed- He didn't do anything!" Spider shouted, hissing and resorting back to Na'vi when English failed him.

Quaritch was ignoring him however, instead talking over the communicator words that Spider was uninterested in listening to. After several minutes of this, Spider felt his energy fading. A sob escaped him again and he realised there was no way out of this. He'd been so close. Twice.

"Did you forget about the tracker?" Quaritch demanded, turning his attention back down to Spider. "What did you think was gonna happen exactly? You'd run off to your little forest friends and get them to sacrifice themselves in the vain hope of getting you back?"

Spider closed his eyes, trying to roll away from Quaritch.

Quaritch shook his head, appraising the boy. "You just ruined my day."

Spider tried again unsuccessfully to pull his hands free.

"Colonel this is Delta One, standing by for extraction," came a voice from the communicator.

"Stand by, we are ten minutes inbound."

No. No. "Please," Spider tried, as Quaritch roughly lifted him up and dragged him into standing.

"Walk." Quaritch commanded.

"Fuck you."

Quaritch growled. Spider stood defiant. He wasn't going anywhere willingly. The recom pulled his AR around from its position slung across his back, and pointed it at Spider's leg.

The Colonel stared him down. "Let's try again, you walk your ass back to the clearing, or I'll put a hole through your leg. "

Spider stared. He looked from the rifle that was only inches away from his thigh, to Quaritch's face above, which was set completely in stone. Would you really do it? Spider didn't know. He had never seen Quaritch as pissed as he was now. He'd just killed a man. Quaritch's eyes were black, deep and filled with fury.

Spider jumped as Quaritch fired a round of bullets at a spot only a foot away from Spider's leg.

"I ain't kidding, kid."

With no choice, Spider gasped as he turned around, trying to work out the direction back to the squad. Quaritch shoved his shoulder with the end of his gun.

"Move," he growled.

And so Spider did.

He walked in a dream-like haze back through the forest, having no idea which direction to take and relying only on Quaritch's shoves to guide him. The adrenaline had started to wear off now, and he started shivering from the thick layer of sweat that covered his body. He could put less and less weight on his ankle the longer they walked. His mask beeped, warning him that his oxygen was below 20%. Neither of them said anything.

What would happen now? Spider felt like he was walking towards his death. He had to accept whatever would come. Making peace with his fate was the only way he could get through this.

"Delta one, stand by, we are one minute to arrival," Quaritch spoke into the silence.

"Received, ready and waiting, over," came the response.

Spider closed his eyes as he stepped over an octoshroom, accepting this would probably mean the Death Machine again. He tried to calm his heartbeat, to savour every breath of filtered forest air before- well, before he might never see the daylight again. He focused on the feel of the forest floor under his feet, the soft moss, even the stones that caused so much pain under his already bloody feet were a welcome distraction from thinking about going back to the RDA as a prisoner.

Eventually, the sounds of the aircraft filtered through the canopy and they reached the area where two ropes were already dangling from high above. Spider looked up, unsure he could go through with it. One of the ropes had a harness attached.

"Put it on," Quaritch instructed, his rifle still trained on Spider. Spider unclipped the main buckle and fastened it back around his waist. He did the same for the straps around his thighs, and Quaritch clipped the harness he was already wearing on. Then they were away.

Spider gasped and clung to the rope that was lifting him up, higher and higher, away from the forest floor, until they were clear of the dense trees. The wind from the aircraft engines was deafening, and Spider's body convulsed with shivers he knew had nothing to do with the cold. Then they were inside the belly of the Dragon Gunship and doors slid closed beneath them. Humans in masks swarmed on top of Spider, grabbing his hands and unclipping him from the harness. They pulled him away in the direction of the left side airlock, and he could see on the right hand side of the hanger a large group of people - humans and Na'vi - huddled around what looked like the injured Mansk.

"Take him to a cell," Quaritch spat to the humans who were gripping Spider.

Spider caught Quaritch's eye as the recom watched them drag him away. Disgust was plastered over Quaritch's face, and his eyes betrayed... could it be disappointment?

Spider hissed at Quaritch as his final parting words, before summoning his last remaining strength to punch the nearest human in the face, managing to damage their mask and give them a bloody nose, as he was pulled through the airlock to await his uncertain fate.

[romancomicsblog]

My Adventures with Superman delivers a solid reintroduction to Last Son of Krypton - SEASON REVIEW

*Spoilers for all of Season 1 of My Adventures with Superman*

Adult Swim and Max's My Adventures with Superman's first season has just wrapped up, and I have quite a few thoughts on the fun ten episode journey.

When watching the initial episodes of My Adventures with Superman, I was immediately smitten with our lead three protagonists. Clumsy adorable Clark, Conspiracy theorist and loyal friend Jimmy, and leader of the crew, the overly ambitious and intense Lois all had fantastic chemistry, I knew they would be the force carrying the show if it had nothing else to offer.

Luckily, it does. But let's talk about our core crew first.

One thing I love about this show is they quickly throw away the secret identity shtick for the core crew. Having Lois figure it out so soon and Jimmy knowing already speaks to their characters and their skills as reporters. Plus, now that that drama is over, they can go on this journey together, as they should.

The character I was hoping for more of which I was most happy with was Jimmy. Ishmel Sahid continues to bring multiple layers to Jimmy thoughout the show, and quickly made him my favorite character.

I felt he was the most sidelined of the three in the first couple of episodes, but he really gets two episodes focused on his friendship to the others in the middle of the season that I loved, and has a fun plot developing Flamebird throughout the season.

It pays off with the final joke of him becoming a multi millionaire, but I hope they use this money plot for Jimmy to go on ridiculous adventures and team up with other heroes and monsters like in the comics.

Also just love that Jimmy continued to be a good wingman to both Clark and Lois and give them space when needed. What an absolute pal.

While I'm here, I do love the cute love story between Clark and Lois, but it felt a bit rushed. Throwing the L word around a bit quick in my opinion, but I understand this is basically an anime, and needs to be a bit dramatic. I wish they would've saved that for Season 2, but I love the chemistry and that they are already together.

Alice Lee continues to shine as Lois, often having to voice some incredibly dramatic points in the show. I love the revelation that she is "the worst Lois" because all other Lanes are exceptional. That episode in general is a highlight for me, although it is a little bit Everything Everywhere All at Once.

Of the three characters, Lois felt the most fleshed out, dealing with insecurities from her father, trying to live up to her own expectations and his, and trying to make a real difference. Those little things make moments like the crew getting desks so satisfying and heartwarming.

I feel like people have talked to death how great Jack Quaid is as Superman, so I'll try to be brief. He's incredible. It's clear they casted for Clark instead of Superman, which was a smart move.

As Clark he is humble, kind, brave, and genuine. You cry when he does, you feel for his pain when he stumbles and you cheer when he succeeds. This should be the blueprint for Superman media moving forward.

While I had to adjust to the Superman voice, by the end of the show I was good with it, and it was perfect. I would love to see him lead an anime style Justice League.

I think tying General Lane to this Kryptonian invasion plot was a really good through line throughout the season. Making him directly connected to the destruction caused by Kryptonians felt very Batman v Superman (but in a good way), and made their interactions feel real weight.

One aspect of the show I criticized and hoped would improve were the villains. While I like the overarching villain being Sam Lane, I think this show doesn't quite have the iconic villains say a Spectacular Spider-Man or a Young Justice does. I was hoping for someone with something special or unique to grasp on to, but there really wasn't.

I think having the Suicide Squad be one of the final battles, and doing the match up from the "What if Superman ripped off the roof of the white house?" line from Suicide Squad movie is kind of fun, but the Squad members didn't feel fleshed out enough for me to care.

I think with the exception of Banshee and Mxyzptlk , most of the designs for the villains felt a little boring. This includes the final two teased at the end of the show. I wish more thought and color was put behind the characters, like Superman or even Jor-El.

Parasite was the most fun inclusion, but I felt he was too different from his usual version for me to fully grasp on to. Of the Superman villains shown, I think he could come back and win me over.

I hope characters like Brainiac, Zod, Luthor, Lobo and Doomsday bring life to this show through villainy. With great antagonists, this show would be absolutely perfect, but it's just not there yet.

I think this show is on to something really special, and I hope to see it continue for multiple seasons. It could be a fantastic introduction to the character of Superman, if it could bring more life to Metropolis through its recurring characters.

Overall, I think it's a great show. One that surprised me with emotion, the laughs, the triumphs and the falls. I recommend you watch the season, now streaming on Max.

Thank you for reading!

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1. intrigue (hold your breath) - papertiger: The first time Tammy sees Sheena isn’t much how one would expect a first meeting to go.

2. Scars - papertiger: “One bed.”

3. my thoughts of you, they could heat or cool the room - Pearl/Ami: It’s not long after the completion of their mission that Pearl finds herself on the roof of some building or other, not far away from the city’s Independence Day celebration. 

4. just a Suggestion - sayacindy: “No. Absolutely not.”

5. skeletons in bot our closets - silkcat: Felicia finds Silk fascinating, and not just in the way she finds spiders fascinating.

6. friends (just friends?) - silkcat: Cindy’s pacing again.

7. kissing you (again and again and again) - villaneve: Villanelle never thought she’d find herself grocery shopping, of all things, late on a Thursday afternoon.

8. Warmth - papertiger: The air conditioning kicks in just as they enter, like the motel room wasn't cold enough already.

9. you say I talk too much (so kiss me) - feliciami: Felicia checks the time for the upteenth time in ten minutes, and huffs out a breath.

10. Risking Everything? - carulia: Carmen shifts on her feet, butterflies in her stomach because for some reason she’s nervous, though she really has no reason to be.

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Now it'd be a massive lie to try and say that Angel was any sorta stranger to staying at hotels-- Even before he found himself taking up residence at Hazbin. Tonight though, he wasn't under Charlie's roof-- and he wasn't shacked up elsewhere for the usual sort of affair he'd be seeking a room for… Or at least he didn't think so. But hey, maybe the coming hours would end up proving otherwise.

Rather than spend his time pacing around the place while waiting, though, the spider soon decided that spending some time getting ready would be a much use of said time-- And so, after a quick collection of items from the small bag he'd brought along, plus insurance that the staff wouldn't be a bother-- the spider slipped away into the bathroom…

Cutting forward to when expected company arrived, however-- Angel peeked out into the main room at hearing a now somewhat familiar voice call for him-- a grin curving across the spider's lips as he pulled his robe closed. "Ova here, birdy~." He called in reply, snickering as bright hues were drawn his way, and there was soon a rosy hue blooming across pale feathered cheeks.

"Ya got here a little quicker than I'd been expecting… That eager ta see me, huh~?" A blatant tease as long legs strode closer, with upper arms reaching for the owl-- one brushing Stolas' shoulder, as the other went to boop his beak. Lower hands busy tying his robe for the moment. "If that's the case though, sorry that I might have to rain on the parade a little by askin' ya to wait while I freshen up a bit." Could he invite Stolas to join? Technically yes, but-- that also involved an amount of trust that... Angel wasn't so sure he wanted to offer up that easily, not just yet.

[khaosophist]

What's the point of any of this?

It's like I'm queuing up my own thoughts.

I wrote something. It just showed me a lot about how I thought about things.

I gave my wife goosebumps again. So there's that... You'd think I'd ride that high...One moment it's like we're soulmates, and in another, there's barely any words between us. What with work and the kids, it's understandable.

I still have expectations. It pisses me off. These entries are always heartfelt...But the tree isn't always what partakes of its fruit. Maybe we connected for ten minutes as a whole. Boy were those moments amazing. But I don't sustain myself from these moments enough. What's five minutes of love to two hours of reflection? With every letter the sweetness decays, and leaves only emptiness on my tongue, and I persuade myself the air tastes like her, and smells like her, and feels like her.

I am one clingy...ugh...just...it's like the more I let myself out there without expectation, the more vulnerable and pathetic I feel. That a properly adjusted person would be able to let these weights and emotions pass by like a stream. Honestly, I like reading my journal. Sometimes it's shown me what feelings I've surpassed or integrated. Like...I'm happy I'll be walking my oldest from school to our home. Less weight for my Twili Shorty...

I did all the chores I hoped to do.

I have so much going on...

I'm acutely aware how difficult it is to devote a whole day to something everyday. I might not be as passionate about shortstacks as I thought if I'd rather go to the gym, or just sleep.

What does she think about? Every time I write, it's also like I'm writing her a love letter. Because my journal isn't for stories or brilliant Ideas. It's just...a stream...

I still haven't found my pins or my necklace. But a bracelet should come one day. Harder to lose. Lol.

Would she want to have lilac skin? Those long ears...in the end, it doesn't matter as long as she just shares her soul with me. I feel like she doesn't do that. Maybe journaling is its own thing and I just have to find...I've written about this before...Her crochet is so fun...She wanted to crochet a midna for me. She made a cute artic fox. Bag. A mindflayer. A spider. An ice cream narwhal...Always in my face, and I just squander them...sometimes. Every time I look at bag...it makes me think she's my gobberina, deep down...I forget her mischief too easily. It comes so naturally to us. It's scary. A dumb joke here...a silly word there...a luscious jiggle...a feigned retort...then there's that...damn gaze she gives me from time to time. Like she's just a gooey, and warm marshmallow pressing against me. Like she's falling in love all over again.

Once we have a home, what will she dream of? Tying the strands of family into a knot...changed a lot. Like a cycle is over, and understood. That we found something that is enough. Three kids. Three years difference...rule of three...

The baby started laughing recently. Fucking hits harder than drugs. They're also the only child I had nightmares about. They didn't breathe when they were born. I don't always talk about it. What is there to talk about?

I'm always looking for meaningful coincidences, which, of course, is counter intuitive...I know this. When the butterfly rested on my staff. I wasn't looking, but I found it.

I'm still hurt. Why do I care so much of what they think of me? Why can't I just believe, and move on? It's ambition. Greed. I want them to notice me, because I believe other people find them important...that if they recognise me, then it means others will too. I don't believe those who recognise me, and crave that those who don't recognise me...recognise me; vindication, y'know?

Stupid. It's stupid. I need to change my focus. Sure, keep to the dream. A monster is a monster. But being accepted shouldn't be the point. The point should be rest, and relaxation. Devotion, and meditation. Fun, and expression. That's the LARP I want.

Ugh... I don't know any costume designers...mmmh...Okay, right, there's someone else I could try...we will see.

She hasn't answered if she has any fantasies. Nor mentioned it. I've stopped asking her if she read my journal entries. The urge to do it isn't bothering me as much. But, I suspect writing about might change something. Lol.

I have to move on and look for a better job. I've silently promised myself to do this. Either I get tired, or my time is focused on the now. Next Saturday...just one...I can do this. An hour just an hour is enough.

Look at that beautiful skin colour...

SIMP TO THE EXTREEEEME OOOH YEEAAAAH!

[wolfienation]

my quick thoughts about the premiere no one asked for

- rhaenys queen whack daemon again for me

- mysaria without that godawful accent god bless

- corlys and the dagger he comissioned for luke :(

- rhaenyra being shocked with grief was well executed emma d'arcy i will get you that award. when she collapses on the beach and cries and then comes back to dragonstone and demands aemond was 10 outta 10

- aegon being a proud father was not on my bingo card but it was nice to see. him goading jaehaerys in the council chamber was so cute. there is a lot of ty's version of aegon in this episode. when he said "the queen is in enduring mystery" i burst out laughing. him trying to be a good king and making all the wrong decisions was too funny.

- alicent and cole wasn't as bad as the leaks made it sound. and it certainly doesn't look like it's romantic, especially from alicent's end. it seems like a thing of control and lust. curious to see how it plays out

- alicent dismissing her staff, not feeling safe under their eyes because they were installed by larys. alicent scrubbing at her skin roughly trying to wash away what? her sins? criston's touch? some phantom uncleanliness? alicent feeling underminded, like control is slipping through her fingers.

- alicent writing letters to rhaenyra and not getting a response is so💀 the medieval version of ghosting alicent girl get up (realistically ik its coz rhaenyra hasnt been on dragonstone but it's still funny)

- the scene between jace and rhaenyra was absolutely heartbreaking. the way he tries to stand strong and deliver his report before breaking down in his mother's arms was perfect.

- cole's line about rhaenyra as a spider intoxicating alicent and ensaring her and aemond firing back alicent holds love for the enemy shows how one of them understands and the other sees what he wants to see.

- as for blood and cheese. phia was excellent, all the emotions conveyed on her face, the cycle of denial and horror that goes through helaena was masterfully done, the dissociation as her survival instincts to protect jaehaera kicks in. do i think the scene was lacking? yes, to a degree but i personally dont need to see child violence and torture so i was fine with it being stripped back and toned down. just the background sounds was enough to make me squirm. i think as a book reader i was just expecting more but my family (who are all general audience) were horrified at scene, so long as the aftermath of grief and guilt is handled properly, i think it will be okay.

- and finally, the best scene of the episode for me, lucerys's funeral spliced with alicent lighting a candle in the sept for him. oceans apart and yet, forever entwined her and rhaenyra are.

- overall, not a bad start to the season in my opinion

[originemesis]

"Look what I found!"

Chances are he won't remember that stupid fucking ribbon Sera made her wear the day they first met. She's tying it around the base of his horn anyway. The passage of time has made it look a little bit deflated, but the threads still hold strong.

"It's even got a bit of glitter on it still."

The remnants of which are quickly falling and lodging themselves in the fabric of his robe

(For the item meme!)

[ character inventory ]

He's making it a point to not look just to see how long it takes her to notice his attention- despite an intermittent 'uh-huh' is set on a couple of cow figurines he's taken to nudging around his desk like chess pieces.

Of course, he expected her to bop him in the arm or beat at him with her wings a few times to cue him in on the moment it was absolutely necessary for him to weigh in on whatever report it was she was about to finalize with the commander's permission he still found it hilarious she thought it necessary to wrangle from him. Maybe that's why she did it though- to make him laugh.

He's squawking this time though once she's lassoed a horn. "HEY- hey! I don't want your FEMININE products-" Not that she hasn't already convinced him that nail polish and eyeliner were, in fact - manscaping products. After a protest consisting of rutting the air with his rocker regalia knocks more glitter free and into the sinews of his robe until he looked like he was wearing the dew decorated threads of a spider's dawn-spun webbing, he simmers down to give the ribbon a suspicious prod.

"...oh yeah- that fucking thing." He's still not sure what Sera was thinking there when she'd introduced them, but it probably wasn't intended to crack him up.

Still did actually.

"Pffbtt! You were all~" Talons tuck under his chin and the display of his eyes batting suddenly show an impressive lash length. "~preeeeeettyyyyyy."

Still are, actually-

[bearpillowmonster]

Superman Flyby

I've read a lot of scrapped drafts of movies but I can't say that I've liked a lot of them, Resident Evil, Spider-Man, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales- So when I saw a video performing one as an audio drama, I figured I'd try it out that way.

This one has narration? I didn't like that, it's not in the script, it's just adapted that way to explain what's going on so I quit that and just moved over to the script, so much for that idea. This is only the second draft which for some reason in Hollywood, there needs to be draft after draft (that's not how I write, I just edit but whatever) so I don't know how 'finished' or how planned this was to go to screen, they had a cool costume for it already though (but they also had one for Superman Lives and that had script after script)

Firstly, Lex finds a crashed shuttle of one of the Kryptonian war people (not Zod or anyone else we know but one of Kata-Zor's men, Jor-El's brother). And the guy puts him in a chokehold, passing on his memories and understanding before dying, basically passing on his task to Luthor, to find Kal-El.

Then JJ, uh- has the Kent's landlord make advances toward Martha and then young Clark has to fight him off? After that we cut back to Krypton...yes, Krypton. In this draft, it's not the explosion that's making them send him away, it's the invasion/war and Lara is on the run. I didn't mention that Kata-Zor has a son...Ty-Zor and he's about Clark's age. With the minion dying earlier, he never made contact and told them where Kal-El was so they're still looking.

I'm gonna take a break and give you what I think should happen from here forth, it's not what I expect but it's constructive criticism since it's so...divisive. Instead of making it a Zod or Zor-El, at the end, I want to see them injured and replace parts to become Brainiac, a fake-out and potential overall villain that embodies all of Superman's greatest foes. It's just stupid enough to work! But I think Clark's overall mission should be to find an actual resolve on Earth to save Krypton or become strong enough with the yellow sun to take down the Zors.

Ok, back to the actual script. Clark has a roommate named Jerry Shuster which I don't even need to explain that reference. Yeah, Lana was there earlier and Clark introduced himself but that's it, he's older, never to be seen again. Lois is introduced as the freshman in his college...Clark's a senior *gulp*. Other than that, I kind of like the disposition, though different, seeing Lois firstly in this sort of awkward situation rather than the way we're used to, none of the dialogue has stood out to me though, they mention that she's just as much alien as he is but that's literally her second paragraph, SHOW ME.

Clark, has a moment where someone's making advances towards Lois and he stands up but the guy keeps pushing him. With his mom, he pushed him back but with Lois, Lois pushes him back defending Clark, I don't like the situation but like I said, I like the disposition. Aaaannnnddd we're right back at the Planet where Lois is her usual self. Why did Clark end up there though? Because he thought he'd meet Lois there again after she said that's what she wanted to do.

Luthor's running for Prez. In a way, being in a position of power or even with Law Enforcement, it'd make it easier to find Kal-El. But he shows off...Luthanium, a battery chip, made of what, hmmmm, NOPE. But Lois makes a scene and now Luthor puts a hit on her. What's strange though is that JJ has this obsession with Clark's fly being down, thinking it's funny, maybe in the movie it would've been but here, it's ironic because it's called FLYby, I wonder if that's where the title came from.

Anyways, I skimmed the rest, it wasn't holding my attention. Superman dies but Jor-El brings him back saying he's apart of the prophecy about two princes? too many things going on. There are some highlights like Lois riding a motorcycle after knocking out Lex and Superman fighting a robot but it's all context issues, those are basic ideas but the way they're presented is eh.

They did end up going with one idea I had about saving Krypton. They give him these 5 pieces which create a portal to his world but that's the literal end of the script, just as he jumps in.

And the casting they were getting...oh boy. Scarlett Johansson or Selma Blair as Lois? Ok. RDJ as Lex? Can't see it. Brendan Fraser, Henry Cavill, Josh Hartnett? Mmn. Shia LaBeouf as Jimmy...actually-that kind of makes sense for the time period.

'If you don't know what story you want then why are you telling it?' Is my mindset but then-

“The thing that I tried to emphasize in the story was that if the Kents found this boy, Kal-El, who had the power that he did, he would have most likely killed them both in short order. And the idea that these parents would see – if they were lucky to survive long enough – that they had to immediately begin teaching this kid to limit himself and to not be so fast, not be so strong, not be so powerful. The result of that, psychologically, would be fear of oneself, self-doubt and being ashamed of what you were capable of. Extrapolating that to adulthood became a fascinating psychological profile of someone who was not pretending to be Clark Kent, but who was Clark Kent. Who had become that kind of a character who is not able or willing to accept who he was and what his destiny was.

“The idea in the movie was that he became Superman because he realized he had to finally own his strength and what he’d always been."

He has an abstract version of it thought out so how did he draw his conclusion? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know

At least we don't have to worry about it-

Wow. I mean, I guess he learned and has someone writing it for him now, he wanted to direct Flyby but they were more keen on him writing it. Ta-Nehisi Coates actually worked on Black Panther comics so that's cool? But at the same time, this has been in development from what I understand as a long time, at least I remember hearing about a black Clark Kent pretty far back, like it doesn't seem like it was just 2021, I remember it being rumored before then but maybe I'm wrong? And yeah, this is apparently a black Clark, not Calvin which upset everybody but as with Tron, people don't listen to feedback unless it's Sonic.

But it's still worrying that the direction is going anywhere because of when I read that James Gunn hasn't even been handed a script yet, I was kind of paused. Is it even done? Like- it just seems like someone who says they have a really cool project but refuse to show it (oh poop, is that me? (but in my case, I actually have a lot finished, it just needs made (someone help)))

[insomniaccipher]

Okay thought I made a very quick post just saying thank you for showing interest in my Sleep Token Oc! I wasn't expecting anyone to care 😅

I'm getting all the notes together now (both physically and on my phone) so that I can make the post somewhat presentable. It's going to be pictures of my notes and ramblings with text elaborating on them. Mainly cause my handwriting is one of those I can read but looks like a mess to others.

For now here are a few very quick little facts about them, I swear I'll have the main post out maybe today, tomorrow at the latest, and thank you so so much!

- Despite initially tying them directly to the band and then later mostly removing that connection, I believe both parties would have heard of one another and have occasionally interacted but not enough to be super close, I always liked the idea of them being able to play the violin.

- HATES bitter food, like they cannot stand it at all.

- Despite spiders somewhat unnerving them, only the ones with long legs and tiny bodies for some reason, they have a pet spider and can often be found talking to it (It's name is Arachne).

- "Arachne is smarter than this entire cult, and furthermore she doesn't talk back"

- Ex-greek mythology nerd. Or just a mythology nerd in general, they had or have a profound love of looking into different cultures, religions, myths etc. Still semi-true

- I'll talk about their relationship to the band in the proper full post but for a quick summary: like I stated before both parties know each other but aren't close-close but I think that if given the chance, they would get along well with IV.

- Is occasionally prone to being so deep into their work that sometimes they forget basic necessities and have to be snapped out of it.

- They fall into a weird area of having run out of fucks but still very much cares. Like they still worship Sleep and do as they say but there are definitely moments where they'll crack a light joke, they don't joke around a lot so it comes across as more of a sarcastic remark, against Sleep. Nothing that would get them in trouble, but they joke so rarely that it's a bit jarring.

- They can go from giving deep and profound advice to 'Sleep give me fucking strength, just do this you fucking numbskull'. So ya ran out of fucks but still very much cares.

That's all for now sorry! I promise I'll have the full thing out sometime today (maybe tomorrow at the latest)! I'm always open to criticism so when I post the full one feel free to rip into it. Thank you so much again!

(Obviously when I'm referring to the band I'm referring to them as their on stage personas, no connections to the people behind the masks. I know I probably don't have to clarify but I wanted to make it clear I'm firmly on the side of fucking respecting their wishes when it comes to keeping their identities private.)