#Death slinger

[seraphfaes]

DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN BUY A TSHIRT OF THIS FROM MY REDBUBBLE?!!!!!

You can check out the tshirt design HERE AND for those who may not love this dude- there is an AMANDA // THE PIG version in the works right now!!

[digimontamerrichie-tcg]

I might get EX2-071 just to fill this very specific gap before EX-072 (Blue Card), and for no other reason... I mean, it's kinda bothering me! This is longest chain of sequential cards in my collection so far and then that one missing card ruins it! Okay, I might have a bit of a problem. Anyway, aren't Option Cards kinda pretty?

Edit: I did it, I got EX2-071.

[death-by-daylight123]

What about a survivor that follows six feet behind the killer all trial?

Hehehehe

Beautiful that's what.

Wesker

We all know how it goes with those people in the fog that think their so big and bad and great at their job.....people should be running away . Simple right? GUESS AGAIN!

Look we all know this man can turn heads and he knows that too. Is that why? No. No it isn't.

It's gotten so bad that people have went on and called you his shadow. He can't escape even at the fire there you are in the tree line staring. Well until your called for or other killers chase you away.

He can't chase you away either. You've watched other survivors to know when he'll do something, don't even get him started about that time he wasted on trying to catch you. Let's just say Urboros didn't touch you and he had a head full of wood.

When he can down a survivor your there with a stupid pallet or flashlight that another survivor gave you after the start of the trial to stun him into oblivion.

He's done. He asks. No begs for the entity to block you out of his trials but it refused,sending you to more trials with him.

Entity eats good yk fam?

While his old team still feels betrayed and hurt like they found out that their boyfriend cheated on them they seek their vengeance with you. One of the rare people who get the best of his. They supply you with as much flash grenades you need them some. Y'all close. They even go out of their way to help you, which not everyone in the fog does most of the time.

Ghostface

He doesn't know wether to feel flattered or creeped out.

You are the first one to actually makes him a little unsettled. And you're a survivor,so that makes it worse.

Here he thought that he was the entity's favorite,did he let his ego grow? Yes ,yes he did. Did he sometimes bully/ creep out the other killers. Also yes. .... IS THIS A LESSON?!

But you are kinda cute...WAIT! Could you be a cute yandere that will kill the survivors if he touches- NOPE YOU ARE NOT!!!!!

He doesn't see you most of the time he only catches glimpses of your figure, hair,jacket, and not even a good glimpse just enough to know your around.

He still doesn't even have a good picture of you,just a shaky blurry image that he got at the exit gate.

This man has a vendetta against how he isn't able to even get a picture of you too. Ask the entity, sadly it couldn't get a good one either. It's at the point where the entity and Ghostface have started a club to get a picture of you in the wild. Sure the entity could hold you down ,but what's the fun in that?

Your like Wilson on Home Improvement. There's always something conveniently places to obsure your face. Trees,other survivors, pallets,killers,crows that pop out of NOWHERE. Don't even get this man started.

It upsets him so much to where the other killers have started to notice and watch on the sidelines. Some even offered to help you hid you more if need be. As long as he's out of their hair.

You know what the kicker was? You don't even mean to. It's just by chance. But you are a hero to killers and survivors alike. Really they make you stuff.

Death Slinger

He sincerely tries not to bother him.

Sure he's been followed most his life. He has also followed people too. Infact that's his job.

Is this your job? Whatever.

At first he was able to get a shot off you but like all anime protagonists you learned quickly.

Bang! Takes step. Slash! Crouch and steps then goes back to the allotted 6feet.

He's also noticed that survivors give you flashlights in trial. No. Mater. What. You get a flashlight,even if you bring in something else like a toolbox ,you always somehow get a flashlight or flash grenade. It's gotten so bad he has LIGHTBORN in his second perk slot.

That's how much. Other killers are also noticed this and are learning lightborn just for you hope you feel special.

He even curse's when he sees you ;even in the distance. " Oh no you don't ya son of a bi-" and he even breaks out the old ,old ones that he once only reserved for Bayshore. He would make sailors blush and proud.

His parents not so much.

He doesn't nessarly blame you, he wouldn't just watch as his crew got killed ,but could you stop yer yapping for a second!!!

But for the most part with your crew your ride of die, taking hits so the don't get hooked,even going as far as to make tripwire. (Which he finds mean, he has a leg brace for crying out loud!!!!)

Entity

You've also noticed that more and more killers are equipping lightborn. Makes you feel proud,but it makes your job so much harder then it needs to be(ironic); so the new solution?

Petty insults. Nothing to major,just enough to give them doubt to make them feel self conscious and the more thought they give it the more depressed they get.

Ok your as petty as a highschool girl. It's gotten so bad that some of the killers have unequip it . And that also means that the entity gets more complaints.

The amount of compliments have almost, ALMOST made a perk for pacifically you;but it decided against it. It kinda feels like blowing up a tall oak tree for no reason.

What if you also find a way to break the perk?

But it is invested to take one single picture of you without your face being covered up by whatever. The entity and Ghost face have bonded more thanks to you too so that's a plus ig.

It also feels impressed and intimidated that you can kinda?break the trails through guts alone. Sure it can sense you're kinda scared but your guts and something else makes you stick close. It's beginning to even question if your the prey.

But it also wonders if your afraid of that silly virus thing that was going on in one of the worlds. What was it? Colitis? Callara? Corona COVID? Whatever.

It is interested in seeing what other changes you bring but is also scared by the changes that you can possibly bring.

It's taken notice how you've changed the killer camp and brought the survivor camp just a little closer. And by what 6 FT. It's got David even going with you to see who will chicken out first.

If you want to see more or of certain person just tell me who and and what you want. See u later bye bye <3

[dawgo]

Slinger

[deadscell]

[thegreatyin]

would anyone believe me if i told you guys that i have like 100 total hours in monster hunter and ive never once used a trap and/or barrel bomb, ever, in my life, and to this day i have unironically zero idea of how they're supposed to work

[s0xmsstuff]

I want you to touch me there, Make me feel like i am breathing.

Couple – Patrick O'Hara x Gn! Reader.

Warning; smut, Petting, fingering, unprotected sex, kisses in sex, prostitute reader, overstimulation, dub-con. English is not my first language! If you see any grammatical errors, you have every right to point them out.

You closed your eyes as Web Slinger's bare, calloused hands slid across the skin of your abdomen. You felt the familiar tingle of chills seep into your back as he kissed the curve of your neck adoringly. You knew the town hero hid secrets, so you weren't too surprised when you found him in the brothel looking for some comfort.

When he had laid his eyes on your figure covered by the fine dark-colored fabrics that prostitutes used regularly so as not to lose the little dignity they had left in the eyes of hungry men, Or at least that was what Kingpin had said a few years ago. Before you would have cared because of how it made you feel when you couldn't turn to any other way to get money, but now it didn't matter.

You already knew what this way of life was about anyway.

When you heard Web Slinger, or Patrick, as he had asked you to call him, moan against the bare skin of his chest, you felt a little intrigued by the way he practically worshiped you. You tilted your head slightly on the pillow at the back of your neck as you slid your finger up your cheek.

"God, you are so beautiful..." He had moaned against the skin of your chest as his mouth trailed down your body. His hands held your waist possessively and he slid his wet, warm tongue across your navel with delight in his sighs.

You squirmed. Never in your experience with men who crossed your path for a fuck before going to work, had you seen a man as submissive as Patrick who was literally moaning at the mere sight of seeing you lying on the bed completely naked.

Patrick smiled as he felt his cock become a prisoner of his pants that felt increasingly tight. The man bit his lower lip, clenching his fists before taking your thighs and moving them up, letting him see your beautiful sex. Patrick practically gasped and lowered his head towards your crotch.

You moaned a little when you felt his tongue on your sex, playing with you and making you shake. You closed your eyes as you tightened your grip on the white sheets with each lick Patrick gave after a hoarse moan. You moaned once more before frowning as Patrick's warm, playful tongue slid across your hole and you began to whimper.

Patrick's tongue slid across your hole, tasting the sweet nectar of your natural juices on his impure tongue. He closed his eyes as his lips stuck to your skin. You clenched your fists above your head and watched as Patrick feasted on your hole, drinking like a thirsty animal.

"Oh, dollie..." Patrick moaned before separating himself from your hole and looking into your eyes, savoring how your figure was covered in a light layer of sweat. "I want to taste you.." You felt Patrick gently take your thighs again and place them on his shoulders. The man smiled and kissed the inner skin of your thigh as a sort of soothing before sliding the head of his cock into your hole.

You stifled a moan as you closed your eyes again and trembled. You groaned as Patrick moaned softly. He could feel your warm, tight walls milking his cock perfectly, as if the two of you had been created to be connected.

Patrick closed his eyes without first hugging your body and pressing it against his while he began his slow and careful movement. You wrapped your arms around the man's back, feeling a tingle in your stomach and a warmth in your body that you thought had disappeared.

You kissed Patrick's cheek, making him shiver as he intensified the intensity of his thrusts into you like a dog in heat. The man grunted as he felt his pelvis collide with your ass. Patrick felt in heaven while he fucked you roughly but at the same time needily.

You moaned weakly as you felt your back arch as you felt extreme pleasure in your pelvis that signaled your orgasm. You closed your eyes, feeling Patrick's swollen balls eager to unload inside you.

"Fuck..." He groaned. His hands were positioned on the cheeks of your ass while he rested his knee on the mattress and his foot on the floor to accelerate his pace and reach orgasm next to you. You moaned loudly as you clawed at Patrick's back and came, feeling your body tense with release.

Patrick roared before giving a few last thrusts and cumming inside you, victorious. The man trembled before falling on his body and feeling the warmth of your embrace. You gasped breathlessly as your eyelids felt heavy.

Patrick's hand took your waist and in one movement he made your body rest on top of his, giving you the opportunity to rest properly. You closed your eyes when he kissed your forehead lovingly.

You opened your eyes slowly, wanting to see the true face of the town's hero for your own delight but the moonlight that came through the window was not enough for you to notice the smile of the man.

– Hello! It is me again! It's been a while since I've written something and the truth is I was listening to the song A Little Death by The Neighborhood and I wanted to write this. I can't find much Patrick O'Hara content, so I thought I'd do some myself. What do you think?

– Sox

[enby-rodimus]

ha ha, so funny story. it started with this post and the more i thought about them, the further down the rabbit hole i fell as i began pondering their relationship, what their lives were like before they became insurgents and my mind started constructing a story for their pre-war lives and smacked me with "hey, what if hot rod and slinger were partners, almost conjunxes even? so deeply devoted to each other when looking back rodimus thinks that's how he survived the hopelessness of nyon then because he so badly wanted a future with him. but then nyon's fall happened, their paths diverged and they were no longer the people they were before and then slinger is violently ripped from him with a realization being the last thing slinger said to him and now there's no chance for a proper reconciliation because he's dead, first in the line of people whose death is on your hands, and you're alive now 4 million years later chasing the figures that had watched over you in the home you fought for and failed to save with a crew who may not believe but has no idea what to do in the aftermath?????"

[veikkoalen]

im absolutely sure oni's lunge was bugged because of this april 1st meme mode

[heartbreakshot]

The 1994 Roller Hockey International. Part 3 of 3: My personal favourites.

Vancouver VooDoo has been intentionally omitted.

[shadowwingtronix]

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[theresattrpgforthat]

hi! have you seen the TTRPGS for Palestine bundle yet? and do you have any recommendations from it

https://tiltify.com/@jesthehuman/ttrpgs-for-palestine

THEME: TTRPGS for Palestine

The TTRPGs for Palestine Bundle is going from April 12 to May 7, so there's not much time left to get it, but here's some recommendations of some really awesome games that you can find in it.

Gubat Banwa, by makapatag.

GUBAT BANWA is a Martial Arts Tactics and War Drama Tabletop RPG where you play as martial artists poised to change the world: Kadungganan: the cavalry, the wandering swordsmen, the tide turners, the knights-errant, the ones to call in darkest night in a world inspired and centering Southeast Asian folklore.

Witness, grand warriors, honorable gallants that trudge and toil under kings and haloes. Witness, KADUNGGANAN, that refulgent name. That blasted name: WITNESS NOW. The end of days is upon us: and the new world MUST BE BORN. Bear your blades, incant your magicks. Cut open your tomorrow from the womb of violence. Inscribe your name upon the very akasha of this world. 

Gubat Banwa is designed for fans of 4th edition D&D, with in-depth character abilities that make you feel both unique and powerful, in a colourful and flavourful world full of vibrant cultures and clashing conflicts. The game uses an action economy with different action options carrying different weights, which also reminds me quite a bit of Lancer. If you want a game that pushes you to strategize with your friends and weigh your advancement options carefully, you want Gubat Banwa.

Gun & Slinger, by Nevyn Holmes.

GUN&SLINGER is an RPG geared for short, episodic sessions about a weapon and a wanderer. A Maestro and two players (Gun and Slinger) set out into a dead planet mutated by a god's forgotten child and hunt strange bounties, investigate the world and unlock hidden powers. During play, they seek to learn the nature of what’s hunting the Slinger, figure out why the Gun is sentient and discover how the world died.

This game is specifically for three players, using the rules of Go Fish as a resolution system. Gun & Slinger is all about using your resources to the best of their ability, and your resources might exist on your character sheet, but they also exist as cards in your hand.

What really intrigues me is the lore that’s baked into your character sheets. One of you is a wanderer in a twisted world, tempted by strange powers that guarantee to change you into a monster. One of you is a sentient magical gun, borne by that wanderer and designed to deliver death and pain.

Gun & Slinger has expansions included, allowing you to instead play as a wanderer possessed by a demon, a mech and a pilot fused as one, or someone who bears a cursed sword. I think the fact that it requires a small table and the fact that the characters’ lives are tied together makes this a high-stakes, terribly intimate game.

Apocalypse Frame, by Binary Star Games.

In a ruined and terraformed world where most of humanity is under the yoke of a brutal regime, the former workers of a once-remote factory - now known as The Collective - have risen up to create a future of freedom from oppression. You are an Ace - a highly skilled pilot referred from a Division in The Collective and assigned a humanoid combat vehicle known as a Frame. You and your Strike Team of fellow Aces must take on The Collective’s greatest threats, ensure its survival, and carve a path for its continued success.

Apocalypse Frame takes mechs and fits them into the LUMEN system, which centres competency as well as fast but effective rounds of combat. The game includes a variety of different threats, allowing you to tailor your campaign to your group’s tastes, and the tailoring doesn’t stop there. You choose both a division that your character belongs to, and then one of three mechs within that division, allowing players to share similar fighting styles but differ in weapons. You can also modify your basic frame, adding general modular systems alongside systems and armaments that can come with your mech, making character creation and progression exciting for folks who love tweaking and tailoring to their heart’s content.

If you’re a fan of Armored Core or Battletech, you’ll want to check out Apocalypse Frame.

Here, There Be Monsters!, by wendi yu.

No matter what they tell you, there’s still weirdness and wonder everywhere. You just have to know where to look. At the edges and cracks of ‘normal’ life we exist, we persist, and we resist: the monsters, the magicians, the anomalies, the freaks, and the outcasts. We gather in the shadows, trying our best to live our lives in a world that, when it doesn’t exactly fear or hate us, doesn't even believe in our existence.

here, there, be monsters! is a rules-lite response to monster-hunting media from the monsters' point of view. It's both a love letter and a middle finger to stuff like Hellboy (and the BPRD), the SCP Foundation, the Men in Black, the World of Darkness games and the Urban Fantasy genre in general. It is an explicitly queer, antifascist and anti-capitalist game about the monstrous and the weird, in any flavor you want, not as something to be feared, but to be cherished and protected.

Here, There, Be Monsters is a love-letter to anyone who has been made to feel monstrous, as well as an homage to media such as Hellboy, the SCP Foundation, and Men in Black. It’s urban fantasy meets organized power structures, and as the monsters, you’re here to burn those structures down.

This game uses descriptive tags to slap onto your characters to represent what they can do. You can choose from a number of different monster character backgrounds to give you guidance towards, and there’s plenty of monsters both in the base game and in the game jam wendi ran back in 2022. If you want a game of power, anti-capitalism, and punching up, this is the game for you.

Pale Dot, by Devin Nelson.

Pale Dot is a collaborative storytelling game for 2-5 players about a crew of non-human cosmonauts leaving their planet to explore a strange solar system, finding threads to unravel the unknown along the way. It is fantastical, surreal, and perhaps very unlike humanity’s own ventures in space exploration. Though one thing is universal: leaving home is terrifying, dangerous, humbling, and a catalyst for changing one’s perspective. 

Pale Dot is a GM-less game where players work together to create an alien setting and subsequently envelop it in cosmic mystery, embodying cosmonauts called Dustlings, as well as one of 5 different settings. During their journey they will be able to travel to 24 different locations within their solar system, each with several prompts for improvisational scenes. Each player will also have to manage the integrity of their cosmonaut and their shared ship while avoiding space's many perils.

The cover for Pale Dot gripped me the first time I saw it; a tiny creature in an astronaut suit, looking up in fear at something in the sky, as vegetation blooms inside their helmet. You play as the Dustlings, non-human but sentient species exploring the Cosmos, a strange, horrifying and wonderful universe that changes those who venture into it.

Mechanically, Pale Dot uses a GM-less structure similar to Dream Askew, but there feels to be a much bigger emphasis on the setting your cosmonauts explore, rather than the cosmonauts themselves. Your characters are assembled traits, drives and equipment, almost all of which can be expended to cause or solve problems. Each player is also responsible for at least one setting element, such as The Cosmic Wilderness, The Wondrous Endeavour, or The Omnipresent Danger. As you visit locations, different elements will be prompted to influence the scene, while your cosmonauts try to navigate the scene and try to finish the mission. If you want a game that is collaborative and evocative, I definitely recommend Pale Dot.

Fractal Romance, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

A never ending abstract landscape of rhythm and soft glamour. Wander the halls, rooms, and chambers. Encounter strange Denizens and get to know them better; befriend them, fall in love, just chill. Try and fill out your own blurred edges. Fractal Romance is a tabletop role playing hangout. You will pick up a character to play and explore the Fractal Palace, generating its infinite sprawl and the Denizens that inhabit it, as you play.

Fractal Romance is all about searching; for something you need, something you want, or even for who you are. It feels rather surreal, perhaps like a dream dimension that you are moving through. The game uses a deck of cards to generate rooms, as well as the denizens of this gigantic, dream-like palace. This game uses rather simplistic playbooks, each asking you to choose three descriptive words, and then uses cards to fuel your character’s actions: you have things you can always do, things that cost a card to do, and things that you must do in order to draw another card.

If what you want out of a game is a chill time with friends, moving from one vibe to another, and generating emotional stories for your characters, you might want to check out Fractal Romance.

Himbos of Myth and Mettle, by huge boar.

You are big. Big arms, big tits, big thighs, big brai- you're big where it matters. In addition to a heaving, throbbing body, glistening lightly with a thin sheen of pleasantly fragrant perspirant, you have one singular unifying trait  - come hell or high water, you are going to help.

Himbos of Myth & Mettle is a high fantasy, high camp role playing game of epic proportions (of body), for 2-5 players, one of whom will act as Game Guide.  The rules center around a simple roll under mechanic and prioritize narrative flair and cinematic descriptions. Himbos is inspired by many classic fantasy properties (and could be considered OSR adjacent) , but leans towards a more garish, salacious and queer (gay or odd, pick your fighter) style of play. It is designed with comedy and flamboyance in mind, but is not without it deeper and darker touches. It's definitely not grimdark, but there will probably be blood. Think classic fantasy pulp in style, but contemporary sensibilities, modern rules-lite mechanics, and a player philosophy centred in helping, kindness and being fucking hot.

I’ve heard rave reviews for Himbos, and I think the idea of leading an entire group of well-meaning but possibly over-ambitious adventurers is a great set-up for a game full of laughs. Himbos is very much designed for a light-hearted evening of fun, flirting, and fucking up (but in the best way).

Other Games from the Bundle I've Recommended:

Space Taxi, and Creation Myths, by GothHoblin.

Caltrop Core, by Titanomachy.

Souvenirs, by Rémi Töötätä.

Thunder in Our Hearts, by Marn. S.

Eldritch Courts of Some Repute, by AlanofAllTrades.

[vexwerewolf]

Not the original asker, but how would you make NPC equivalents of PC mechs? Some stuff feels fairly intuitive, but there are some others that I'm less sure of/not sure how to do.

IPS-N

IPS-N mechs are probably the easiest, since there are many mechs that are close to being 1-to-1 NPC approximations of IPS-N mechs.

Blackbeard - One of the easiest, since the Berserker NPC is basically just a Blackbeard. It has the Chain Axe, it has the reckless speed and it has the inability to properly determine between friend and foe. It doesn't have the Blackbeard's enhanced Grapple shenanigans but those aren't really appropriate on an NPC mech anyway.

Caliban - Give an Assassin the Devil's Cough Shotgun and Explosive Knives.

Drake - Take the Bastion, increase its HP just a little, remove the Rotary Grenade Launcher and give it the Scourer's Thermal Lance, except make the Thermal Lance do Kinetic damage instead of Energy.

Lancaster - Another easy one. The Support NPC is just a slightly slower Lancaster. It has a Latch Drone, it has Restock Drones, it has Whitewash, it's got all the fun stuff.

Nelson - Yet another easy one. The Cataphract does pretty much exactly what the Nelson does, just with added trample.

Raleigh - This is much more difficult - so much so that for In Golden Flame, I created an entirely new NPC class, the Slinger, just to simulate it. If you don't have IGF, start with an Assault. Remove the Assault Rifle, Combat Knife and Hunker Down. Take the Drum Shotgun from the Goliath and call it a Hand Cannon. Give it the Archer's Impending Threat optional.

Tortuga - This one's fairly simple. Take a Sentinel, upscale it to Size 2, give it Punisher Ammunition and the Bombard's Siege Armor.

Vlad - Take a Berserker, give it the Nail Gun optional, and then give it the Bastion's Near-Threat Denial System.

Zheng - Take a Berserker, give it Juggernaut and Retribution, remove Aggression, remove the Chain Axe and replace it with the Demolisher's Demolition Hammer.

SSC

SSC mechs also have a lot of parallels, so it's pretty easy to model them.

Black Witch - Probably the hardest mech to model with existing NPCs. I created another whole new class, the Lodestone, just to simulate these guys.

Death's Head - Take a Sniper, cut the damage on its Anti-Material Rifle to 6/8/10, strip the Loading trait and permanently give it the effect of Deadmetal Rounds (shots become Line 20 instead of Range 25).

Dusk Wing - Literally just a Hornet.

Metalmark - Take an Assault and give it the Operator's Fade Generator.

Monarch - Depending on the exact flavour of Monarch you want, you can do two things. Either take a Rainmaker, scale it up to Size 2 and give it Atlas Missiles the Ace's Missile Swarm, or take an Ace, scale it up to Size 2 and give it Missile Swarm.

Mourning Cloak - Literally just a Specter.

Swallowtail - Literally just a Scout.

HORUS

HORUS mechs are where we need to get a little bit more inventive. This shit ain't natural boys.

Balor - Take a Hive, give it Electro-Nanite Cloud and the Berserker's Harpoon Cannon, then give it the Exotic template and choose Regenerator. Or, if you have No Room For A Wallflower, just use the Lurker NPC.

Goblin - It's a Witch.

Gorgon - Take a Sentinel, scale it up to Size 2 and give it the Archer's Impending Threat and Suppress reactions.

Hydra - There's not really an NPC that simulates a mech deploying 800 drones and honestly that's probably for the best.

Manticore - Give a Berserker the Superhot optional, the Cataphract's Capacitor Discharge, the Sentinel's Combat Shotgun and the Operator's Self-Erasure.

Pegasus - Do not attempt to simulate me, ha ha.

Harrison Armory

Home stretch here.

Barbarossa - Take a Goliath, give it the Ultra's Short-Cycle Lance or the Bombard's Bombard Cannon.

Genghis - Literally just a Pyro.

Iskander - This is just a Seeder.

Napoleon - Why does this mech exist

Saladin - Scale up an Aegis to Size 2.

Sherman - Take a Scourer and give it Emergency Vent.

Tokugawa - Take a Berserker and give it Superhot. Make its Chain Axe do Energy instead of Kinetic, and instead of Shredding on crit, make it do a couple of Burn damage.

[death-by-daylight123]

Killers Reaction to a Praying Survivor

Had this idea because I've been playing and that one luck add on where the girl has her hands in prayer...so I was wondering what if a new survivor who didn't really know how the trials were run and that people don't actually die was caught by a killer praying at the side of a moried survivor.

Plague

When she saw you praying something snapped, not in her head, in her heart. Not necessarily guilt, but sorrow.

Well until she remembered that she was killing for her gods.

Sees you kneeling down and gives you a minute to finish your prayer or just leaves you alone.

She has respect for other people who practice their faith,even in trial will let you go if she got more than 1 kill.

But if she knows your faking it ...let's just say you'll have a bad time.

Spirt

Like Plague she still has respec- SIKE

She's too angry and filled with rage to care.

But on the off chance that she is not blinded by her rage, I think that she would let you finish your prayer and give you a 10 second head start then chance you down and brutally murder you.

DeathSlinger

I feel like he'd let you say your prayers but the second you were done get speared gunned- if you were Bayshore.

But I think he'd let you be unless he absolutely needed to get on with the trial and kill more people.

He might even join you if it was someone worthy of respect in his eyes.

Definitely would take off his hat while you pray.

Michael Myers/ the Shape

Must I say

No absolutely not,picks you up by the neck and slams you on the closest hook to the body.

Bonus in his eyes if it overlooks the body so you stare at it while incapacitated.

But if for some reason can't get near you fast enough uses you to charge up his stalk so he can kill you.

This man cares for no one.

The Pig

Will hesitate a little not a whole lot ,but enough to make a decision of weather to let you go or not.

Might have some respect because your doing a decent thing.

Would like to play a game with you after the trail to see how strong you conviction was.

Legion

Frank and Julie would be rude. Change my mind.

Would be like ",your praying to the wrong one." Or something mean.

Wouldn't wait for a second to chase you down and kill you.

Then after the trail laugh about it.

Joey would wait for you to finish but not for you to get up. And if you manage to would chase you down.

He would at least wait. Might think it's ironic that someone is praying here. But otherwise wouldn't think much of it.

Susie would wait for you to finish,might even hold your hand or put her hand on your head while you pray.

Would help you up then try to leave you if she could.

Ghostface

Would gather stalk untill 99% then get closer to take a picture.

A new survivor?! Praying next to his handy work?! It's not my birthday is it??????

Would chuckle a little, what's the point they'll come back.

Takes off his mask and kneel next to you, and when you look up would bury the knife deep in your back.

Entity ( just watching you)

At first thought the prayer was for them,but then remembered that you wouldn't know about them.

Little interested nonetheless

Perhaps they could somehow use you in a way,morale,hope,power.

The possibilitys are endless.

But still, it would be dangerous to have a Devine being here so it will continue to keep an eye on you.

Would make something to mock you in a way

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Against The Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader

Title: Against The Spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lyla, other Spiderpeople (Mentioned), Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Mentioned), Sandman (Mentioned), and Venom (Mentioned)

WC: 6,692

Warnings: Spiderverse canon violence, very brief mention of injuries, italics, nicknames, some Spanish curse words, banter, teasing, hurt feelings, hurt/comfort, crying, yelling, death mentioned, grief, confessions, angst, and fluff

Brooklyn had always looked so amazing at night. The bright city lights seemed to sparkle, outshining the stars in the sky; like most cities. Something you loved and hated. You loved the city lights at night, but sometimes you just wished to stargaze. The city lights could never hold a candle to the stars burning up in the night sky.

You tried to spot them, staring up at the sky, squinting your eyes slightly to try and spot either Orion's belt or either Big or Little Dipper, but, it was difficult. The stars seemed so... Faint - dull. And at that very moment, you wished you were at your parent's house in the countryside. But, the cities of New York needed you. 

You were Spider-Woman. The friendly neighbor of Brooklyn, Queens, and any city or town in New York that needed you. Which was more often than not. You'd swing past large buildings - business, homes, apartments - stopping low-tier muggers and robbers, and occasionally a villain that threatened the peace, but nothing too insane or outlandish. There was no one you couldn't stop. But your heroism didn't just stop at fighting villains and whomever else decided that today was going to be a good day to rob someone, no, sometimes you were asked to save a cat from a tree or save a child from a burning building. 

It was tough and rough work - you couldn't count how many times you came home to your apartment with bruises and cuts - but this was your job. No matter how much you fell, you got back up again; no matter what or who you were dealing with, nothing was going to stop you from saving the good people of New York. 

You were Spider-Woman. That was just what you had to do. 

But this hero thing... You were never bitten by a radioactive spider, you didn't have the super strength, or the ‘climbing walls’ ability, you were just, well, you. Well, not really. You were Spider-Woman, stating the obvious here. You had made your own web-fluid and web wrist slingers. You made your own suit, with added padding and protection, even bullet-proof, while also keeping the suit flexible. You - before becoming the hero - had trained and went to the gym often - made an investment for a punching bag in your living room - you made sure you could fight too; you could throw a pretty good right hook when you needed to. And you may or may not have done Kung Fu as a kid. But the web-fluid, something that you made with the help of your science degree, helped with keeping the bad guys trapped and tied up until the police arrived. 

Now, you weren't your New York's only Spider-Woman, or Spider-person for that matter. There was a Spider-Man before you. He used to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swinging past buildings and saving people from various villains that appeared. He did some much good for the world. He brought hope to those who didn't have much to really hope for. 

You had many run-ins with him in the past. But, not in any good way. No, you weren't some damsel in distress, he didn't swoop down and save you, nor did he help save your cat from a tree, no... Let's just say that three years ago, you weren't on the cops - or Spider-Man's - good side. 

You were just trying to make ends meet, okay? It was hard to live in New York, and you didn't have the money to move. You had friends there, your school, job, and you were not moving back in with your parents. You moved to the big city of Brooklyn to get away from the country. You wanted to live your life, spend time getting to know people, getting to know yourself. Becoming the person you wanted to be.

But then school started, college was becoming difficult, especially when projects started stacking up on your desk. On top of that, you lived in a pretty crappy apartment - with very thin walls - and you practically lived paycheck to paycheck. Not to mention, your boss was kind of mean, but you needed the job, and the last seven million jobs you applied for had shut you down or outright ignored you.

You had to do something, and you weren't going to burden your parents or friends for money. You'd admit that you were a bit stubborn and hated asking others for help. You - with most things in life - learned to deal with problems by yourself - you were pretty independant. And you were not going to ask anyone for help on this. You needed to do something. And you needed to figure it all out on your own. And that something was robbing people. Well, you weren't some mugger, going up and demanding they hand over their money or bag over. You just snuck into people's houses and apartments when they were out and stole their valuables. 

Was that so wrong? To steal from the rich? They could have anything they have ever wanted, who cares if a couple hundred dollars is stolen from their safe, or a couple pearl and diamond necklaces go missing? Who cares? People steal from big companies all the time. Last week, a few people stole from one of the Gucci stores in New York City; who cares if a couple bags or clothing items are taken? They were a billion-dollar company. It wouldn't hurt their pockets. This - for you - was technically 'steal from the rich and give to the poor,’ which was you, you were the poor. 

Well, Spider-Man didn't really see that. You understood, to him, you were just another criminal. He had told you, many times when he had caught you, that there were better ways of handling your money situation, but you tried. And, oh, how tired you were. You tried so many different solutions - second and third jobs, taking up tutoring positions, and more, but nothing helped or worked out for you; and you had no idea why. 

Your interventions with Spidey usually involved him asking you to stop stealing from people, to rethink your actions, or whatever. But, as time went on - months - after the both of you got to know each other somewhat; oddly enough, Spider-Man felt more like a concerned friend than some hero trying to stop you. The way he spoke to you changed. Concern was obvious in his voice. He didn't fight you with his fists or webs, and most nights just ended with the both of you sitting on the edge of a building, just talking...

You both talk about life, him and his heroic duties, how tired he was, and you with your jobs, school, and how tired you were. Now, he never told you his name, or anything personal. And you understood, even though you were in an odd friendship, he was keeping himself - and in turn, you - safe. Thinking back, you never told him your name either. You just called him Spidey, Webs, and so on. And he'd call you Jem. Fitting really, from all the jewelry you’ve stolen before. 

No wonder he was a hero. He was kind and caring. He truly cared about people's lives and well-being in general. No wonder some spider chose him to save his universe's New York.

You knew some radioactive spider would never choose you, yet, you continued helping the people of New York. You took up that mantel of Spider-Woman because you knew that there had to be someone to help those in need. Someone to bring people hope. Hope that there will be another day, hope that the darkness wouldn't last forever. That whatever danger people faced, that you would be there. You had to be that someone. And you knew that your Spider-Man would've been proud of you. You knew he had to have been. Honestly, you knew you weren't doing this for the betterment of yourself, you were doing this for New York, and for him. 

So, you redesigned your robbery attire into something more Spider-like. You kept to the original design of Spidey's suit, but you added your own little flare to it. As said previously, added protection - keeping the flexibility - and whatever else you felt should and could have been added, was added to the suit. It was quite obvious that you weren't Spider-Man, but you still tried to make sure you were your own thing, not just replacing him. You could never replace him.

Spider-Man was long gone. But never a distant memory. He was on billboards, posters, merchandise, and in the hearts of many. That's why it hit so hard when he died. You knew that the people of New York mourned, you could see it - the candlelight vigils, everything - but you couldn't imagine how his family and friends felt. That night, you learned his name. His true identity. And only then did it finally hit you that he was truly gone. You had hope - an almost idiotic, foolish hope - that he'd just swing in from out of nowhere, and everything would go back to the way it was... Maybe you were just in denial, but he never did... And you knew that he would never come back.

It was hard sometimes, fighting crime, and you wondered if this was the feeling Spidey spoke about to you when he was alive. You were so tired. It was just the same thing over and over, fighting this robber, or this villain left and right. No wonder you were so tired. Some days it felt like you were just swinging through life. But being tired, being lonely, never stopped other Spider-people from doing what was right. And you weren't going to be the first one. 

~~~

You found out about the Spider Society a year and a half into you being Spider-Woman. You had always wondered about alternate universes, but never thought it was really possible until you were fighting a Sandman that didn't really look like he belonged. You had fought a different Sandman, he was more sand than man, and nine or ten feet tall. The Sandman that you were fighting in some abandoned warehouse looked like a man, but with sand-like powers. Either way, you hated fighting him. You ended up with sand everywhere, and it took two or more showers and loads of laundry to really get all that sand out. 

Reasons you lived in the city, and not near the coast…

"Come on, Sandy, don't do this to me!" You exclaimed as you shot out a web, only for his body to warp, allowing the string of webs to pass through him, “Sandy, you’re gonna get sand in my boots!"

This Sandman never spoke back to you, only shooting blasts of heavy sand towards you, but you easily maneuvered away from his attacks. He also seemed to… Glitch. Weird.

You were majorly confused, but you continued to fight, only stopping briefly when you saw something in the corner of your vision. Turning, you had watched as a colorful portal-like thing appeared, but before you could see what was going to emerge from the portal, you were harshly struck by a bunch of sand that had been formed into a fist. 

You had been knocked to the ground, a bit out of breath, but when you went to stand, you found yourself staring at the figure fighting the Sandman. This figure was practically flying through the air, attacking Sandman with his sharp claws, his suit that familiar red and blue, and neon webs. To say you were awestruck was an understatement. You didn't know who this person was or where they came from, but he was not your Spider-Man, that was for sure. Before you knew it, you were standing, and this other Spider-person - you were hoping - had trapped Sandman in this odd rope.

You remembered when he first turned to you, his stance tall, and intimidating. You took the time to take him in, seeing the Spider-like symbol on the chest of his suit, somewhat menacing. You didn't fully trust this man, whomever he was, even if he did save you. Or maybe he didn’t mean to save you? Really, though, you didn't need saving - ever.

You continued to stare at him, keeping your mask on, - you hoped your mask expressed the confusion and distrust that you were feeling - and as you crossed your arms, you spoke, "Thanks, whoever you are, but I had that handled."

"It didn't look like it." He spoke, his voice deep, gruff; it surprised you. This Spider-person - you could only assume - then turned to Sandman. 

You watched him silently as he began to drag Sandman towards the open, colorful, swirling portal. And though you were still wary, curiosity was quickly taking control and you soon found yourself following him. But the man stopped suddenly, his head turning towards you. He said nothing, as if trying to intimidate you into going away or something, but that wasn't going to work on you.

You had so many questions, but you stuck to one for now, "Who are you?"

He didn't answer, instead ignoring you and dragging the struggling Sandman away; the portal closed not long after. 

You thought that would be your last encounter with him, but he always came back. You liked to think that he came back to see you, but with every misplaced, glitching villain you fought, he'd show up to finish the fight. 

You never thought that he'd become somewhat of a friend throughout his visits. He would talk to you, even after you caught the anomaly and you believed he would leave, he'd stay… Sometimes. Honestly, you did most of the talking, but the more you talked with him, the more he seemed to open up around you.

But, as time went on, you noticed that every time Miguel O'Hara returned to your universe, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. You almost felt giddy. His arrival through that shimmering portal never failed to bring a smile to your face. Thinking of him - the way a growl would leave him as his mask would slip away, his tousled hair, piercing gaze, and the way his toned body moved beneath his suit as he made his way towards you - with such determination and purpose - was enough to melt you into a puddle of gooey spider mush.

The sudden realization that you were falling for Miguel hit you like a train, and you were not strong enough to catch this one.

As weeks turned into months, you began to wonder if perhaps Miguel felt something too. Despite his brooding demeanor and the occasional dismissive glance, there was a certain intensity in his gaze. And every now and then, you'd notice that same gaze lingering on you a little longer than usual. Though, it was quite possible you imagined it all, wishful thinking. 

There were times when Miguel's walls resurfaced, seemingly impenetrable; reverting to how he was when you first met him. And you had no idea if that was just how Miguel was with his friends; you never got to meet the other Spider-people he hung out with, and as a result, never heard about Miguel through their eyes and their interactions with him. But, just when you thought he was about to retreat entirely into his shell, a quick glance or even just a small conversation with him would reignite that hopeful spark within you.

~~~

You continued to stare up at the dark sky. The communicator on your wrist heavy, as you sighed. The communicator didn't do the same things Miguel's and the other Spider-people's did. It was just a communicator. You were happy to receive it, but still somewhat bummed. You wanted to join the Spider Society, help them catch and stop anomalies, be part of a community that understood you, but Miguel was adamant that you stay in your own universe. You didn't understand, and he never explained why he didn't want you to join. Either, he ignored you or he shut down the conversation. You thought that maybe he didn't think you were ready, so you tried your best to try to show him that you could help. Prove to him that you were worthy enough to join his team.

You had called Miguel not too long ago, having caught yet another anomaly. You wondered why so many were able to enter your universe. You didn't know who the anomaly was, either your universe didn't have them or you hadn't met your version of them yet, but it was obvious that they didn't belong in your universe. They were glitching every now and then, and muttering about Spider-Man. You didn't have to wait long though, your head turning at the sound of the portal opening. 

A grin quickly spread across your face - pulling your mask off - you jumped up onto your feet, precariously standing on the edge of the ledge that you had been sitting on. Miguel huffed as he spotted you, "Where is he?"

"What? No 'hello?' So buisnessy today." You teased, clasping your hands together behind your back as you jumped down from the ledge onto the pebbles that scattered the rooftop. But when Miguel continued to just stare at you, you sighed deeply, gesturing to behind you with a nod of your head, "He's on the side of that building," You answered, watching as he made his way over to your side, peering over at the anomaly that was stuck to the side of the building across the street with your webs. "You know," You began, looking up at him, "It was pretty difficult to catch this one..."

"Your point?" He asked as you rocked on the balls of your feet.

"I'd be a pretty good member of that Spider Society-"

"No, Y/N," He quickly shut you down, turning his head to stare at you - the eyes of his mask narrowing, as he pointed a finger at you. "The answer will always be 'no.' And that’s final."

You continued to smile, though disappointed, "You keep saying that…" You trailed off, only for him to sigh deeply, reaching up to pull his mask off.

You had only seen his face a couple of times, and every time his mask slipped off, you always found yourself admiring him. When he had first taken his mask off - when you assumed that he had deemed you trustworthy enough - you were a bit shocked. You remembered thinking about how gorgeous he was. That dark brown hair, dark eyes, tan skin, and even the slight point to his canines. He was definitely the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. It was like he was sculpted by the gods or something. And you couldn't help it, the attraction that you felt for that man; even when you were just friends.

Even now, as you looked up at him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose while the other rested firmly on his hip, a sigh of frustration escaping his lips, he was still breathtaking. The glow of the city lights danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his high cheekbones and casting soft shadows that only seemed to deepen his striking features.

'So pretty,' You thought.

"That’s because it’s true. I won't change my mind. Ever, Y/N." He dropped his hand back down to his side, his dark eyes meeting yours in a somewhat harsh stare. "You are never joining."

You hummed, pursing your lips as you nodded, turning your eyes back to the city lights still glimmering beside you. "I have been doing my best in trying to prove to you that I can be a good member." You turned your gaze back up at him, "I'm serious about this, Miggy. I just want to help."

"I'm serious about this too, and I understand you want to help, I appreciate that, but I've made myself clear many times." He muttered, "And don't call me that."

You huffed in return, crossing your arms, "It's not all that clear to me." You began, "Why can't I join?"

Miguel narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching, "I don't have to explain myself to you."

"No, I just want to know why, Miguel," You pressed, your voice edged with urgency. Your mind raced, before you continued, "I've been trying to prove to you for months, but nothing seems good enough for you," You argued stubbornly, your patience wearing thin. "And every single time I ask you to let me join, you always give me the same answer. But you never actually give me a reason as to why I can't join, and honestly, it's getting kind of annoying, I thought you trusted me-"

"Maldita sea, Y/N, it's because you are not like the others!" His voice cut through the air like a blade, interrupting you and your thoughts. "You weren't supposed to become your universe's Spider-Woman."

"What?" You breathed out, your heart pounding in confusion as you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, "I know I'm not supposed to be Spider-Woman, but what- what are you saying?"

"Your canon doesn't link with any of the others. You are the first of your universe…" Miguel ran a hand through his hair, agitation evident in every tense line of his body, "This universe's Peter Parker wasn't supposed to die. You were. But, you - somehow - you changed your fate. That is why you can’t join, I have no idea what would happen if you did. It could be dangerous for you and possibly anyone you come in contact with."

The weight of his words settled over you like a heavy shroud. A shiver ran down your spine. Miguel in the past had told you about the canons, but this wasn't just about the risks or the dangers of your unpredictable existence - it was about a twist of fate that had rewritten the rules of your universe, casting you into a role that wasn't meant for you. And, on top of that, Peter would have still been alive... If it weren't for you. 

Again, that survivor's guilt was eating away at you.

"I tried to warn him," You began, your voice trembling with emotion, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, your bottom lip quivered. "To get him to leave me there, but he wouldn't listen." You sniffled, looking away from Miguel, your eyes landing on the pebbles on the rooftop. You could still see him, your Spidey, laying limp in your arms… "He was Spider-Man, of course he wasn't going to let me die."

Miguel watched as the salty tears began to spill from your eyes, falling down your cheeks, his expression remaining stern, but his eyes betrayed him. He didn't mean to make you cry; that was not his intention. He hated seeing you like this, the pain etched on your face. He clenched his fists, struggling with the urge to reach out for you.

“Y/N-”

“No,” You whispered, shaking your head as you took a shaky step back, then another. “Maybe… Maybe you’re right,” You murmured, your voice barely audible. “I’ve already ruined enough in my world. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t ruin yours, too.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you avoided his gaze, your voice breaking. “I don’t even know if being near me is putting you in danger, Miguel.”

Miguel’s eyes softened, his resolve wavering as he took a step toward you. He reached out, his fingers brushing the air between you, but you moved away, climbing up onto the ledge of the building.

“Y/N-” His voice was sharper now, but you shook your head, your back to him.

“I think it’s better if I just go home,” You said, your tone distant and resigned, the wind carrying your words away. Before he could stop you, you pushed off the ledge, stepping off into the open air.

Miguel surged forward. His heart thundered in his chest as he rushed to the edge, expecting to see you plummeting toward the streets below. But when he looked down, you were gone. He froze, his sharp gaze darting around, scanning every rooftop, every shadow. Nothing. You’d disappeared.

A deep, frustrated sigh escaped him, his hands gripping the ledge so tightly his knuckles turned white under his suit. His jaw clenched, and he shut his eyes for a moment, fighting the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He hated that he’d upset you. But what gnawed at him even more was the realization that he cared far more than he’d ever intended. Before he could fully process the knot of emotions tightening in his chest, Lyla materialized beside him.

“Ooh, wrong move, boss man,” She winced, her tone dripping with mock sympathy as she adjusted her heart-shaped glasses.

Miguel's nostrils flared, and he huffed, already opening the controls on his watch. "Shut up, Lyla," He snapped, his voice rough as he navigated the interface. His fingers moved with precision, inputting commands to track your communicator.

Lyla floated closer, her arms crossed as she tilted her head in mock thought. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you tracking her now? After that mess? I mean, you did just emotionally steamroll her, so maybe chasing her down isn’t the brightest idea.” She raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly the best way to apologize.”

Miguel grumbled under his breath, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Not. Now.” He growled, his eyes fixed on the screen as the device began to triangulate your location.

Lyla sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “Fine, but let the record show, I warned you. Big time.”

Miguel ignored her, his jaw clenched as he growled softly, waiting for the tracker to lock on. The tension in his posture was palpable, his mind racing. He didn’t care if it wasn’t a good idea. He needed to find you - and fix this.

~~~

The soft strains of Mozart, and the smell of your lavender candle, filled your apartment. You sat curled up in your small hammock, the intricate webbing swaying with each shift of your weight. A steaming cup of tea rested in your hands as you brought the rim to your lips, blowing gently before taking a sip.

You shut your eyes and let out a long sigh, allowing the calm to wash over you. Tonight had been too much - Miguel’s words, the weight of your guilt, the ever-looming question of your purpose… All of it. For now, you decided, you’d forget the night, for now. You would forget the ache in your heart. Just Mozart and your tea.

And then there was a knock at the door.

Your eyes snapped open, a flicker of annoyance crossing your features. “Really? Now?” You placed your tea on the small table beside you and stepped out of the hammock, your feet hitting the hardwood floor with a soft thud.

Padding toward the door, you hesitated, who was going to be behind your door? Hopefully not Miguel, you did not want to see him. For now, at least. Frowning, you peeked through the peephole.

Miguel.

He stood there, imposing as ever, his broad shoulders practically taking up the entire frame of your door. His face was unreadable, though his jaw was set.

You debated ignoring him, pretending you weren’t home. But you knew better. You knew that he knew that you were there.

How did he found out where you lived though..?

With a resigned sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it just enough to lean against the frame, crossing your arms as you looked up at him. “What do you want, Miguel?” You asked, your voice carrying the sharp edge of exhaustion and annoyance.

For a moment, he didn’t answer, his deep crimson eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. Then, in a voice quieter than you expected, he said, “I came to apologize.”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes slightly as you searched his face. His red eyes uncharacteristically flickered from your gaze, dropping to the floor. You pursed your lips, before leaving, opening the door further for him to enter. 

You may regret this, but an apology sounded nice.

Miguel stood awkwardly in your doorway before he took a hesitant step inside. His eyes darted around, cataloging every detail of your small apartment. The warm glow of candles illuminated the space, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls; along with the two table lamps.

The potted plants along the wooden window bench caught his attention first - vibrant greens that seemed to thrive in your care. His gaze shifted to the hammock, the webbing unmistakably your handiwork, swaying gently in the faint draft from the open door; he moved to shut it.

As you moved to retrieve your tea, his eyes wandered to the framed photos on a nearby shelf almost filled with books. He paused when he saw the image of you and your family. Then, his gaze fell on the wall near the hammock, nearly covered in Polaroids. Most of them featured you with him. He remembered that night, after fighting a Venom anomaly, you had taken a bunch of polaroids of him and yourself. Most of the pictures that had him in them, featured his usual brooding expression.

And finally, his eyes settled on the framed photo that sat apart from the rest. You and your Spider-Man. Miguel’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. 

You returned with your tea, cradling the mug as you stood by the hammock. You followed his gaze, noticing the framed photo he lingered on. Your chest tightened slightly, but you pushed the feeling aside.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” You said, breaking the silence.

Miguel turned his head toward you, his crimson eyes softening as they met yours. “It suits you,” He said simply.

You raised a brow, still suspicious of his intentions. “How did you even find me, Miguel? I don’t remember giving you my address.”

He cleared his throat, feeling incredibly awkward as you continued to stare at him. The tension between you both was unnerving. “You didn’t. I… May have tracked your communicator.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, and you shot him an incredulous look. “You tracked me? Are you serious?”

“I had to make sure you were safe,” He replied, his voice firm but not defensive. “You disappeared, and I-” He stopped himself, his brows knitting together as if he was carefully choosing his words. “I needed to fix things.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Miguel, you can’t just-”

“I know,” He interrupted, his tone gentler now. “It wasn’t right. But I wasn’t going to let you vanish without telling you that I am sorry.”

You stared at him for a long moment, his towering figure seeming less intimidating in the soft light of your apartment. The weight of his words hung in the air, and though you wanted to stay angry, there was a sincerity in his eyes that was hard to ignore.

Finally, you gestured to the couch. “Sit. If you’re going to apologize, you might as well do it properly.”

Miguel hesitated for a brief second before nodding. As he moved to the couch, he seemed almost out of place in your cozy living room, his broad shoulders and sheer size dwarfing the small piece of furniture. He lowered himself carefully onto the cushions, his knees nearly brushing the coffee table, and rested his forearms on his thighs.

You sat across from him, cradling your tea in your hands, your gaze steady but wary. “Alright,” You said quietly. “Start talking.”

Miguel’s jaw tightened, and he exhaled deeply before running a hand through his hair. “I’m not good at this…” He muttered, his voice low and gruff. He hesitated, frustration flickering in his eyes as he searched for the right words. “Carajo… I am not good at… Feelings.”

You let out a soft huff, rolling your eyes as you moved to lean against the wall. Taking a sip of your tea, you gave him a pointed look. “You don’t say,” you quipped dryly, your tone laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“I know I’ve been… Harsh,” He admitted, his voice quieter now. “It’s just-” He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again. “I don’t want to make mistakes that could cost everything. But in trying to protect you… I hurt you instead.” Your grip on the mug tightened slightly, and you let his words hang in the air, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. “What I’m trying to say is… Is that I… Care.”

Your eyes snapped to his, your surprise evident. Of all the things you expected, hearing Miguel O’Hara admit to caring was not one of them. “Did Lyla tell you to say all of this?” You asked, a mix of suspicion and disbelief coloring your tone.

Miguel let out a soft, humorless chuckle. “No. She told me not to come at all. Said it would only make things worse,” He said, his lips quirking in a faint, almost self-deprecating smile. “This is all me.”

You sighed, breaking eye contact and looking off to the side. The exhaustion from the night - and everything else - clung to you like a heavy fog.

Miguel’s gaze softened as he watched you. The warm glow of the candles flickered across your face, highlighting the soft curve of your features and the faint furrow in your brow. You were dressed in casual comfy clothes. Simple and comfortable, so different from the suit he was used to seeing you in. It was this side of you, so unguarded and real, that made his chest tighten painfully. You were breathtaking, and yet he hated himself for being the reason you seemed so worn down.

Inside, a tempest raged within him. Miguel had always kept his distance, convinced it was safer - for the both of you. Yet, from the moment he met you, you had stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in years. With every shared moment, that feeling had grown stronger, harder to suppress. Now, sitting here in the warmth of your space, the weight of his responsibilities, the risks, and the danger you both faced felt irrelevant. For once, the thought of denying how much he cared for you seemed utterly impossible.

It was hard to let himself open up, to love someone again…

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice low and tired. “Why do you care?” Miguel opened his mouth to answer, but you continued before he could. “I’ve known you for months,” You continued, “And one minute, you’re… Funny, kind, and almost easy to be around. Then the next, you shut down and act like I’m some nuisance you’re stuck dealing with. It’s confusing, Miguel. You’re confusing.” You shook your head, your fingers gripping the mug tightly. “What you said to me earlier - it hurt more than you realize. For years, I’ve been doing everything I can for this city, trying to make up for what I feel is my fault. I’ve been fighting to heal, to move forward, but it’s exhausting. And on top of that, I’m tired of trying to figure you out. I’m tired of never knowing where I stand with you.” You paused, swallowing thickly before you drew in a shaky breath. “But… Your apology is a good start,” You admitted, your voice softening slightly. You took another sip of your tea. You then glanced back at him, your eyes searching his face. “So, I’m asking again. Why do you care?”

Miguel exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair, and for a moment, the silence stretched between you.

“I don’t know how to say this right,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. “But you’re not some nuisance. You’ve never been that. If anything, you’ve been… A distraction. Not in a bad way-” He stopped himself, shaking his head, his fingers flexing like he was trying to grasp the words. “You make me feel things I’ve tried to bury. Things I told myself I couldn’t afford to feel.” His crimson eyes lifted to meet yours. “I push you away because I don’t know how not to. I’ve seen what happens when I let people in, when I let myself care too much. I’ve lost too much, and I’m terrified of losing again.” He leaned back slightly, his hand scrubbing over his face before he continued, his tone softening. “But with you… It’s different.” He sat up straighter, his broad shoulders tense as he finished, “I care because I can’t not care. You’ve made it impossible for me to not care about you. Even if it scares the hell out of me.”

The words struck you like a tidal wave. For a moment, your mind went blank, the weight of his confession too overwhelming to process all at once. You stared at him, your hands trembling as you set the mug down on the table with a soft clink. He cared about you. Not just in a passing, obligatory way, but in a way that had kept him up at night, that had pulled him into the storm of vulnerability he had been so desperate to avoid.

The man who had spent months keeping you at arm’s length, who had built walls so high you thought you’d never get over them, was now sitting in your living room, confessing that he cared about you in a way that terrified him.

“I…” You started, your voice catching before you swallowed hard, trying again. “I didn’t expect that. Any of that.” You folded your hands in front of yourself to still their shaking, your breath unsteady. “Do you know how hard it’s been to figure you out? How exhausting it’s been to… To care about someone who feels so out of reach? And now you’re telling me this, and-” You stopped yourself, exhaling sharply, your emotions threatening to bubble over.

Miguel’s expression softened slightly, “I know I haven’t made it easy,” He admitted, his voice quieter now. “And I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I just… I needed you to know. You deserve to know.”

You met his gaze, the sincerity in his crimson eyes rooting you in place. For months, you’d wondered, doubted, questioned where you stood with him, and now… Now you finally had an answer. It didn’t erase the hurt, the confusion, but it was a step forward, a crack in the walls he’d built so high around himself.

“Okay,” You said finally, your voice steadying as you exhaled. “It’s a lot to take in, Miguel. But… I appreciate you telling me. I needed to hear it.” Setting your tea down on the small table, you crossed your arms and turned to face him fully. “But how do I know you’re not just going to go back to being…” You narrowed your eyes, gesturing vaguely in his direction with a wave of your hand. “Closed off and rude? I mean, you’ve done it before. You know you do it.” Your gaze held his, challenging. “How can I be sure this isn’t just going to be another time where you go all hot and cold again?” You recrossed your arms, your expression a mixture of skepticism and hurt. “Because I can’t keep doing that. My heart can’t take it. I need to know that you’re serious.”

The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, “I don’t expect you to believe me right away,” He began, “But I’ll prove it to you. No more pushing you away. No more excuses.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering as it met yours. “You deserve better than that, and I’m going to make sure you know just how much you mean to me.”

You gave a small nod, the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at your lips despite the storm still swirling in your chest. “We’ll see then,” You said softly, your words carrying both caution and hope. For the first time in months, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand Miguel O’Hara.

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FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

click here for a further explanation from ficsforgaza if you are still unsure. their blog also has tabs on FAQ, fundraisers and all the info you need.

reminder: do not donate to ME. only send me proof of donation.

MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.