#If anyone wants to do a variant of this where they do get stuck as Alteans

[redstarwriting]

shit happens

spider squad x platonic!reader

request?: yes

request: “Okokok, first of all CLASH WAS SOOOO GOOD OMGGI come bearing a request only if u want to. Teen!spider!reader who is Miguel’s favorite because they don’t cause him trouble. But it’s only because they get severely anxious when they break rules (I’m not projecting, you are). So he assigns them to go on a mission with the problem children hoping they’ll rub off on them, but the problem children just corrupt them. I just need more spider children being chaotic together and tired spiderdad MiguelMwah mwah love ur writing )pls only write this if u feel like it)”

requested by: anon​

word count: 2k

genre: platonic

Warnings: language, anxiety, Miguel being unrealistic with his expectations, electrocution, spider squad gettin thrown around

A/N: omg wait no bc same HAHA as someone with diagnosed severe generalized anxiety i get so anxious to break the rules even though my spirit always tells me to lol, i hope you enjoyed this anon! thank you for the request :)

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You were the golden child. There were quite a few teens in Spider Society, but you were by far Miguel’s favorite. And that’s all because you did what he said. Now did that mean you never questioned his authority? Of course not, you questioned him all the time. But you were too nervous to go against him. You were too nervous to go against anyone. It’s proven a problem in your job since the police are not your biggest fans, but luckily you befriended a nice police captain who eases your fears every now and again. Your weekly visits with Spider-Therapist have been helping with the problem, too. Which is great for you. But you still did what Miguel said. Mans could be scary.

And that’s how you ended up here. With Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, and Pavitr Prabhakar. There was an anomaly that needed taken down in Hobie’s world, and Miguel stuck you with the four of them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. “Right, so anyone got a plan?” Hobie asks, in his thick accent. “What? What do you mean, dude, we’re in your world,” Miles says, and Hobie shrugs. “So? Not my villain, dunno ‘ow to stop ‘im.”

“Okay, well we know that he’s an electro variant, so… what can we do with that?” Gwen asks, and Pav sighs. “Be electrocuted,” he says sadly. “Miles can handle that,” Gwen says, and Miles snaps his head toward her. “Miles cannot handle that! Why are we saying Miles can be electrocuted?!” Miles yells, and the other three shush him. “’ow ‘bout you, mate, any ideas?” Hobie asks you, and you shrug. You look around before pointing up to the water towers on the roofs of the multiple buildings in New London. “Water,” you suggest, and they all look where you’re pointing. “Smart,” Gwen says with a nod. “How do we get the water to him, though?” Pav asks, looking at you again. You frown. “I… actually didn’t think that far.”

“Well, ‘at’s, easy. We just bust ‘em. Get ‘im to fly near one and,” Hobie makes an explosion noise and uses his hands to imitate an explosion. “What? But what about all the people who will lose water?” you ask, and Miles cocks his head to the side. “It’ll get fixed fast, probably. It’s our job to fuck shit up and then have other people fix it cause if we don’t fuck shit up, shit gets fucked anyways,” he says, and you sigh. “But Miguel said to try and not cause too much of an issue—”

“Oi. Who gives a flyin’ fuck what ‘e said. Not me. And this is my bloody world, I’ll cause as much damage as I want to,” Hobie says, and you look down. “Sorry.”

“You don’t gotta apologize for nothin’, mate,” Hobie says, and you mumble another ‘sorry.’ “You know what? I think Electro can wait a minute,” Hobie says, turning towards you, “More important matters to figure out ‘ere.”

“Like what?” you ask, and he shrugs. “Why are you so nervous?” he asks, and you gulp. “I-I’m not, I just—”

“You definitely are,” Gwen says, and Miles throws in a ‘yup!’ with a nod. “Is it us?” Pav asks, a hint of sadness in his voice. “W-What? No, that’s not it,” you say, waving your hands in a frantic way to say no. “I just am nervous in general. It really isn’t that big of a deal, guys, we should be focusing on—”

“Nope. You’re not gettin’ outta this, you been in ya ‘ead this ‘ole time.”

“I’m always in my head, it really isn’t that big of a deal—”

“Is ‘at why you try to avoid everyone? Don’t talk to no one?” Hobie asks, and you gulp. “I-I talk to some people…” you mumble, and a small frown forms on Gwen’s face. “The therapist in Spider Society doesn’t count,” she says, and you look down. “Well, why not…? He’s a person...”

“Because he’s like 40, and you’re our age,” Pav says, “you’d get along better with us, bro.”

“Miguel said that if anyone could make us not as ‘moronic’ it would be you, but I feel like he just kinda takes advantage of you instead of recognizing the pressure he puts on you. I have some experience with that,,” Miles says, and you sigh. “He scares me, okay? If I break the rules then I might simply pass away from him yelling at me,” you say, and Hobie shakes his head. “Love, the rules are all bollocks. Made by people who just wanna control your life.” Gwen nods. “Miguel is cool, sure, but if anyone can get away with anything… it’s you,” she says, and Miles chimes in. “And if you’re really that scared, remember he literally chased me around his world and destroyed a train because of me. You’ll never piss him off to that point.” You stay silent, playing with your fingers. Pav reaches out and grabs your hands. “Rules are meant to be broken, (Y/n), I learned that from Hobie. And besides, the villains we face are the biggest rule-breakers imaginable,” Pav assures, and you nod slightly. “And rules are such rubbish. ‘ey’re always different anywhere ya go. Try not to put so much weight on your mind ‘bout it, breakin’ ‘em ain’t a big deal,” Hobie says. You do actually kinda feel better. Hobie brings up a good point. Rules are different everywhere you go, so breaking one every now and again isn’t that big of an issue. In fact, it can be kind of encouraged. “Besides, breaking rules is almost like challenging ideologies, you know? Like, in breaking a rule, you challenge a system in place that is telling you not to break them. No one likes that. Where would we be if people didn’t break rules?” Gwen says. “That was deep,” Miles says, and Pav nods. “'at was a wicked way a’ puttin’ it, Gwendy.”

That’s a good point, actually. You think for a bit. If you look at it as challenging a system, or even doing what’s right, who’s to say it’s a rule that shouldn’t be broken? Hobie smiles underneath his mask because he knows they’ve gotten through to you. “So, whaddya say we go blow up some water tanks, eh?” Hobie stands, rubbing his hands together. “Okay,” you say. Gwen and Miles fist bump, and Pav does a little clap. The five of you jump into action, immediately starting to taunt and lure Electro to get him close to the towers so you can douse him and put him out.

The plan was going pretty well for the first two attempts, but he eventually catches on to what the five of you are doing. Which makes it harder. Miles does, in fact, get electrocuted. As does Gwen and Hobie, and coming in as no shock to anyone, Miles is definitely the least affected. You were able to dodge all of the attacks. “You’re doing great, (Y/n)! Mind telling me how the fuck your spidey sense is so strong?!” you hear Miles yell. “MILES LOOK OUT!” Gwen screams, but it’s too late. He gets electrocuted again. “Ouch, bro! That one looked like it hurt!” Pav yells, and Miles, who is now lying face down on a roof, raises his hand up in the air, flipping him off. You snort, and then see Hobie fly past you, landing on another water tower. “Hey! Dumbass! Over here!”

“Oh, please. You expect me to fall for that? I know what your little plan is, and I’m not about to be put out,” Electro says, firing some electricity out at Hobie. Unluckily for Hobie, it breaks the water tower and electrocutes him and the water that pours out of it.

You land next to Hobie, who is now just laying on the rooftop, but he grunts and mutters some British slang that you wouldn’t understand even if he explained it to you. So, you know he’s fine. “I have an idea,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But we need to make sure no one is on the street.”

“What’s the goody-goody plannin’ on doin’, huh?” he says, standing. “You’ll see, just make sure there are no civilians or anyone who will get hurt. And keep him distracted.” With that, you leap and go to another one of the water towers. You take a deep breath, thinking back to what Miguel said before the five of you left.

“Try not to destroy the city while you’re at it. (Y/n), I trust you’ll keep them all in line,” Miguel said, and you timidly nod. You’d love to not destroy the city, but it’s so hard doing that as a Spider-Person. But you also don’t want him to yell at you for going against his orders. Now you’re conflicted. “No promises, Miguel. We’re gonna do what we gotta do,” Miles says and Miguel sighs. “If anyone can reign the four of you in, it’s this one. Don’t let them pressure you into acting up, okay?”

You frown. Fuck that. Miguel is pressuring you into not doing your job right. You can’t always be perfect and careful. And lucky for you, the four of them were really good at distracting villains. You web two of the support legs, yanking them and breaking them off the water tower. It starts collapsing, but you catch it. “Shit, you’re heavy,” you grunt, but regain your balance, holding it on your shoulders. You twist your body, ripping the other supports off and making the water tower completely free. You get Electro in your sight and take a deep breath. You lift the water tower, tossing it up in the air before leaping out of the way and towards Electro. You shoot webs from both hands, connecting them to the water tower and yanking it towards you. You swing it around, connecting it with Electro’s body. Sure enough, it knocks him down and explodes on impact, drenching him. And you. And Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pav; but hey, you did it.

You land on a roof and look down. Sure enough, Electro is knocked out cold and completely out of electricity. You swing down, placing him in one of the technological cells that Miguel developed specifically for Electros, and nod. “That… probably could have gone better,” you mutter to yourself. Your self-deprecating thoughts were cut off immediately. “That was AWESOME, (Y/n),” Gwen says, giving you a thumbs up and hug. “Yeah, little Spider, that was bitchin’,” Hobie says, giving you a fist bump. “You made it look so easy! How did you do that, you have to teach me!” Pav says, clearly excited and impressed. “You were out here talking about how you didn’t wanna break rules so instead you broke an entire water tower? That’s cool, why don’t you try being less cool next time for the sake of us,” Miles says giving you a pat on the shoulder. You smile. “Thanks, guys.” Their praise was enough to make you feel better for completely and totally wreaking havoc.

But when the five of you return, soaking wet, Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. “I said… to not destroy the city…” he mutters, looking at you with disappointment. You look down. “City’s still standin’, mate. (Y/n) kicked ass,” Hobie says, and the other three make sounds of agreement. “Y-Yeah, Miguel. All I did was break one water tower, it’s not that big of a deal,” you say, and he sighs. “One? You all broke four water towers on four different buildings! And you flooded an entire street! You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

“Dude. I’m a teenager. Shit happens,” you say, a sudden burst of confidence from being around the group of four allowing you to speak out. Miguel puts his hand on his jaw, sliding his hand down. “Remind me to never team the five of you up again,” he mumbles, and Hobie elbows you. “Nah, we’re a band now. Sorry ‘bout it,” Hobie says, motioning everyone to leave Miguel’s sight. You all follow. When you’re out of Miguel’s office, Hobie bumps your shoulder. “See, that wasn’t all that bad, was it?”

He was right, it wasn’t that bad.

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[pedrospatch]

jealous

Jackson! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You aren't together, but Joel doesn't want to see you with anyone else.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. asshole Joel, jealous Joel, he softens up a bit though. established dynamic, Joel and reader have known each other for a decade.

word count: 2k

a/n: highkey i recycled this idea from myself b/c jealous Joel is like...so hot to me. i love this trope, my favorite variant is when he gets aggressively possessive however i don't think i can top some of the amazing fics out there that have gone that direction so i took a softer, fluffier approach to it. also, happy tlou finale day everyone, we'll get through it all together 💗

Jackson, Wyoming

Winter 2024

“Before you head out for patrol, I just wanted to say that I had a great time with you last night.”

Joel’s blood boiled hot in each and every single vein in his entire body as he watched the scene that was unfolding before him just outside of the horse stables. It was late in the evening, and Tommy’s group was gearing up to head out for tonight’s patrol.

You had just finished saddling up your borrowed horse, Daisy, when Owen had sauntered up to you. Joel didn’t know the man, aside from his name. He had been placed in Owen’s patrol group once or twice in the past several months since returning to Jackson, but for the most part, he’d never spoken more than two words to him, and even when he had, it was only when he really didn’t have a choice. Though he didn’t know Owen, one thing was for damn fucking sure—he didn’t like the way that he was looking at you.

And he definitely didn’t like the way that you were looking at him, either.

In the decade that he’d known you, Joel had never seen you lay your eyes on another man before, not until this very moment.

And it was bothering the fucking shit out of him.

“Yeah, I had a really nice time too,” You replied, flashing him a warm and friendly smile. It was in your nature to be sweet and kind to just about anyone you felt you could trust, that was nothing out of the ordinary, but seeing you interact so effortlessly with him only made Joel’s anger bubble even hotter.

Owen reached out to take your hand in his and Joel angrily clenched his fists the moment he touched you. “We should do it again sometime. Maybe on a night when you’re not stuck with patrol duty?” he suggested.

You nodded, smiling once again. “Sure, I’d really like that.”

Joel couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

He was mere seconds away from losing his goddamn mind. Though he had every desire to go up to Owen, snatched his hand away from yours and give him a piece of his mind, Joel had to remind himself that the last thing he needed to do was cause any kind of trouble in the settlement—Maria wouldn’t have any of that in her community, even if he was her husband’s brother.

After taking a minute to somewhat calm himself enough to a point where he knew he wouldn’t throw a punch, he stiffly walked towards the two of you, calling your name. “Hate to interrupt,” he practically sneered, “But we’re startin’ to lose our time. Tommy’s waitin’ for us at the gate.”

Owen grinned sheepishly, squeezing your hand. “Sorry about that, Miller. I didn’t mean to keep your patrol partner, here.”

Ignoring him, Joel narrowed his dark brown eyes at you. “Get on the horse and let’s fuckin’ go. Now.”

Your smile faded, your mouth falling open slightly in shock at his tone.

Though you knew Joel had always been rough around the edges with other people, he’d never spoken to you like that before. For a brief moment, it almost felt like he’d just slapped you across the face.

Without waiting for your response, he whirled around on the heel of his leather boot in the snow and stalked off towards his waiting stallion, his rifle hanging over his shoulder.

Owen frowned, letting go of your hand. “Jeez. What’s his deal?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice wavered slightly. “But I’m certainly going to find out.”

After bidding a quick goodbye to Owen, you quickly walked over to Joel just before he could climb up into the saddle of his horse.

“Excuse me, but what the fucking hell was that?” You asked fiercely as you approached him. 

With his back still to you, he rigidly replied, “What was what?”

“Get on the horse and let’s fucking go. Now,” You mimicked him, crossing your arms over your chest. “How dare you fucking talk to me like that! What’s your fucking problem?”

He remained silent.

“Joel?” You waited for a moment, but still, he said nothing. “Hello? Joel, I’m talking to you! Answer me!”

Slowly, he turned around to face you. His eyes had gone stone cold.

You’d seen him give those eyes to others before, but he had never given them to you.

“In case you’ve forgotten, we have a lot of work to do around here. Tommy and Maria expect both of us to pull our fuckin’ weight if we want to stay here. You understand that?”

“But Joel—”

“We don’t have time for you to stand around flirtin’ with your little boyfriend over there and wastin’ time.”

Despite being angry, you could have laughed—you almost did.

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, you managed to hold it back.

“First of all, we’re not fucking teenagers, Joel, so cut that shit out,” You said, letting your arms drop back down to your sides. “I hardly know Owen. We met at the Tipsy Bison last night, we had a few drinks and we were just telling each other that we had a good time, that’s all.”

Joel snorted, rolling his eyes. “Well, ain’t that fuckin’ sweet.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, taken aback by his behavior.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, Joel Miller, I would say that you were jealous or something,” You accused him. You felt a shiver go up and down the length of your spine. It was hard to tell if it was because of the frigid, negative degree temperatures outside—or was it due to the fact that there was actually a possibility that the man you had been helplessly in love with for almost ten years now was bothered by the idea of you being with someone else?

He scoffed in response. “Don’t fuckin’ flatter yourself, sweetheart. I ain’t jealous.”

“Then why the hell are you so upset?”

“I ain’t upset, either.”

“Okay, then why else would you be acting like such a damn asshole towards me?” You challenged him, causing his jaw to clench tightly. “If you’re not jealous, then why do you look like you’re fucking ready to murder Owen with your bare hands?”

Joel groaned out of frustration. “Jesus, can you just fuckin’ drop it? We have to leave before Tommy—”

You reached out and grabbed his arm. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk this out, Joel. I need to know what’s going on with you. Please. Just fucking talk to me.”

He snatched his arm out of your grasp and took a step back. “What the fuck do you want me to say? That you’re absolutely right? That I’m fuckin’ jealous? That the second I saw that prick take your hand, it took every single ounce of strength I had inside me not to walk over and knock his fuckin’ head off his shoulders?”

You exhaled the shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding back. “Joel, you have no fucking right to be jealous. You know how I feel about you, you have always known how I fucking feel about you. But you were the one who told me that we couldn’t be together, that we could never be together.” Your voice began to tremble, and you paused for a brief moment, trying to collect yourself. “You’re the one who said that we’d never be anything more than smuggling partners. Even after everything that’s happened with us, what we’ve been through with Ellie—you still keep me at arm’s length, now more than ever before.”

“So you finally found somebody else,” he stated, bitterly. “That it? You tryin’ to move on from me?”

“Yes. No.” You let out a small groan, knowing that if there was one thing you could not do, it was lie to Joel. “Yes, okay? I’ve been trying to fucking move on from you.”

Joel’s stomach sank at your admission. “And he’s the guy, huh?”

“Owen is a nice guy. And I really liked spending time with him—” You looked up at him, seeing the hurt flash in his eyes. “I’ve been so fucking lonely, alright?” You continued quickly before he could say anything. “You’ve been avoiding me for months now, Joel. Ever since we came back to Jackson, things have changed. Do you think I haven’t noticed that we only ever talk when we’re sent out on patrol together? That we don’t eat our meals together anymore like we used to? That whenever I even try and approach you, you make up some excuse to leave, even when we’re in our own fucking house?” Hot, frustrated tears blurred your vision. Not wanting to cry, you furiously blinked them back. “Ellie asked me the other day if something was wrong with us. Even she notices the way you’ve been treating me these last few months, Joel. How you avoid me like I’m the fucking plague.”

Joel opened his mouth to speak, but then clamped it shut, not knowing what to say.

“You can’t be upset with me for trying to move on, not when you’re the one who’s been pushing me away—and I don’t just mean here in Jackson. For ten fucking years you’ve been pushing me away, Joel.” Your voice cracked, and a tear finally gave way and slipped down the side of your face.

His expression suddenly softened. “I had to push you away, darlin’.”

You subconsciously stepped closer to him. “But why?”

“Because, what I felt—what I’ve been feelin’ for you, it’s somethin’ that I didn’t think I could feel for someone ever again. It’s so strong and runs so fuckin’ deep that it scares the shit out of me,” Joel confessed, a trembling edge to his tone. “Before Wyoming, it was so fuckin’ easy not to think about it. We were too busy fightin’ to survive, to protect Ellie—now that we’re here and every goddamn day isn’t a fight for survival, things changed, alright? What I feel for you runs through my mind all fuckin’ day. There ain’t no avoidin’ it.”

“Joel—”

He cut you off. “I never meant to hurt you. When we got here, I thought it’d be best to put some distance between us. I thought that maybe if I spent less time with you, what I feel would just go away somehow. But I was wrong. Wrong and stupid to think that what I’ve been feelin’ for ten fuckin’ years would just disappear.”

“What do you feel for me, Joel?” You whispered, looking up at him.

Your eyes widened in a slight surprise as Joel reached up and gently cupped your cheek in the palm of his gloved hand. He put his other hand on your hip and pulled you as close as he possibly could to him. He looked deeply into your eyes as your arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. Joel leaned down into you, and the both of you stood absolutely still, each waiting for the other to make the final move. 

Finally, it was Joel who closed the remaining distance between you and him.

He softly pressed his lips to yours. Any and all hesitation that he might have had before vanished completely as you parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

“That,” he said breathlessly once he’d pulled away, “Is what I feel for you.”

“Never thought I’d see the fucking day,” You murmured against his lips, a tiny, joking smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Joel leaned his forehead against yours and sighed, his warm breath tickling your nose. “Look darlin’, m’real sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. It’s just that seein’ you with that prick, the thought of you with him, or with any other man that ain’t me, I just couldn’t fuckin’ handle it.” He paused briefly, taking a look around. Part of him hoped Owen was still around and watching his every move. “I’m gonna have to find a way to make sure every man in Jackson knows you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” You assured him, gently. “Believe me. You are the only man that I could ever want. I’m all yours, Joel.”

[xmalereader]

Miguel O’Hara X Black Cat! Male Reader

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Authors Note: Took some inspiration from Felicia Hardy and Selene Kyle, let’s be honest Selene is my mother and will let her whip me whenever she wants 😌, so why not make this shot full of sass and perhaps some slight sexual tension? Also all Spanish words are correct, I am fluent in Spanish and Latino myself!

Summary: Every universe had a black cat, weather it ends in a good or bad outcome every Spider-Man had at least experienced being around a black cat. Miguel had his own variant back at his universe, but his story with black cat is interesting.

Warnings: ATSV Slight Spoilers! Some angst, mentions of time travel, breaking and entering, kissing, language, Miguel is tired, mentions of past divorce, mentions of Gabrielle, timeline, loop holes, miles wants to be adopted, reader is trying to bring hell, reader is protective of Miles, breaking the rules, toxic Miguel, Toxic reader, a negative plus a negative is a positive.

Word count: 4.1K

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Noir didn’t know why he enjoyed watching the kid mess up, but it brought some joy into his daily task. Here he is standing on the edge of a roof top, staring down at the city’s number one hero trying to get himself untangled from his own webs. Both he and the little spider in red and black were chasing each other throughout the entire city, nearing midnight he was caught by the cities hero stealing a very valuable gem that was worth thousands, good enough for Noir to steal. How could he not? Now, after hours of chasing here he stands, head tilted in disappointment as he watches the little spider trying to escape his own webs after a malfunction in his own creation.

“Now this goes—wait, no…”

Noir tilts his head back, signing deeply to himself as he tucks the gems into his pocket before jumping down from the building and landing in front of the kid. He was a thief, not some cruel person who’s going to leave this poor kid stuck. “Kid—“

“I got it! I got it! Just have to—AH!”

The kid only get himself tangled into the web even more, causing the thief to roll his eyes, using his own claws to cut thought the webbing like it was nothing. The little spider looks around in surprise and smiles under his mask. “Hey, that worked!”

“Indeed it did.” Noir mocks him back, rolling his eyes from underneath his goggles.

“Now, I’m turning you in—!”

Noir holds his hand up to cut the kid off, pinching the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. “Kid, we’ve done this too many times. We all know that you’ll never be able to get me so just let it go and go after someone who is actually causing harm.” He give the kid a pointed look before using his grappling hook to get back to the roof top and continue his way back home. Only for the kid to follow after him, he expects himself to get into a fight with the kid again, knowing that he would win the fight and end things quickly.

“Wait! Look, I get that what you’re doing isn’t entirely dangerous nor are you harming anyone but, why do it? Why steal when you can just get a job?”

Noir’s eyes widen and bursts out laughing, shaking his head as the kid stares back confused. “Get a job? Kid, I did have a job but, no matter where I worked it was never enough to survive. Not everyone has an easy life and if you have to take some risks then take it. You can try and stop me all you want, kid. But, it won’t make things better.”

The kid stays silent, taking in his words as Noir brushed past him and makes his way towards the other side of the roof.

“Wait!”

Noir sighs, hand on his hip and looks over his shoulder to see the kid standing his distance. “I’ll stop coming after you.”

That causes him to raise a brow, confused and surprised by the kids sudden words, before he could ask why the kid speaks up. “If you teach me how to fight.”

Of course.

That’s how the two have been getting along after a year of teaching the kid how to defend himself, he was new to the whole hero thing and Noir was the only one who was able to teach him a thing or two. It was rare for him to connect with people who weren’t trying to kill him or let alone take him to prison for stealing something valuable of theirs.

Currently both of the two are sitting on top of a clock tower, the kid eating some pizza while Noir sips his morning coffee, watching the sunrise after spending all night training the kid on how to land his punches. “Isn’t it too early for you to be eating that stuff?” He mumbled out, getting the kids attention who turns to him with a stuffed mouth full of pizza.

“…no?”

Noir chuckles at the kid. “Don’t come to me if you start getting heartburn.” He mumbled around his coffee cup before taking another sip, focusing on the view ahead. The two spend most mornings like this, eating ‘breakfast’ together and enjoying each others company. The kid had stopped trying to get him arrested and each time Noir was caught stealing he always made it out without an issue.

He’s known the kid for a year now and he’s grown onto him. The last time he was around someone he cared about he ended up losing everything and always pushed people away from getting too close, but the kid always found his way back into his life. Noir breaths softly, glancing at the kid who had just finished his box of pizza and closed the lid while whipping the grease from his fingers onto his suit, causing the older man to grimace at his manners.

“All done, so what’s the training today?” The kids voice is full of enthusiasm which causes Noir to chuckle. “No more training.” He sets his coffee cup to the side and stands from sitting on the edge of the clock tower, towering over the kid who tilts his head back, staring at his second mentor. “You’re ready to do things on your own and I am done here.”

“Wait what?” The kid tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean your done here? Are you leaving?”

Noir placed a gentle hand on the kids shoulder. “You’ll do fine on your own, I taught you nearly everything I know. I’m clearly not needed anymore and I have business to attend somewhere else.” Noir was reaching a deadline with his stay here with the kid and had to move onto his next task, wanting to avoid bringing the kid anymore trouble that he’s already dealing with alone in this city.

The little spider before him doesn’t know how to react to this situation, clearly not happy with the outcome but knowing that he can’t do anything about it. “Will you be back?” He asks.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Noir shrugs his shoulders, sighing deeply to himself. “I don’t know…” He really didn’t, one moment he’s here and the next he’s gone. That was his plan and always has been.

Noir can see how bummed out the kid is and can’t help but, pull the kid into a gentle hug. “I’m ever around I’ll make sure to meet you. Perhaps during one of our usual chases.” He gets the kid to chuckle at his humor before the two pull apart. He’s staring at the kid with a sad smile, with a clawed index finger he bops the kid on the nose or where he thinks his nose is at due to him wearing the mask.

“Take care of yourself kid.”

“I’m not a kid…”

Noir chuckled. “You’ll always be a kid.” He picks up his empty coffee cup, making his way over to the ledge of the clock tower, facing his back towards the kid before looking over his shoulder to give the kid one last advice. “Don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do, remember that.”

With that he jumps off the tower, leaving the kid on his own to continue on his own path.

Noir already planned to leave this place and couldn’t delay it any longer before he finds him. Upon arriving to his apartment, he slips through the window undetected from the neighbors and slips off his tinted goggles along with his gloves, letting out a deep exhale as he looks around the semi empty apartment that he was only planning to use for a short period of time.

He toss the gloves to the side and keeps the rest of his uniform on as he works around the apartment, collecting certain things to take with him while the other stuff he stuffed inside a trash bag, clearly not needing that stuff any longer and tossing it out the window, where it landed down below and into the dumpster.

Once the apartment is fully empty he reaches inside the bag he was planning on taking with him, unzipping the front pocket and pulling out a silver bracelet. He stares at the blank screen, knowing that once he turns it on he will be traced, only giving him a few minutes to plan his escape. He zips up his bag and slips on his goggles again along with his gloves, slipping the bracelet over his wrist and with his index finger he taps on the blank screen, watching it turn on, activating.

“Five minutes.” He whispers to himself as he quickly types in Earth-42502, watching as a portal opens before him.

Adjusting his goggles, he takes a step forward only to freeze in place when another portal opens behind him. “The hell?” He looks over his shoulder, eyes widening under the goggles as a flash of red and blue zips towards him. He doesn’t have time to think as a hand wraps around his throat, knocking him back into the other earth.

The two are free falling through the air, grunting as his hand finds the others wrist and glares. He’s quick to use his strength, kicking him off as they continue to fall. “That was faster than usual.” He calls out, getting the other spiders attention who glared under his mask.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive to Earth-42502, portal opening onto the roof top of Oscorp Tower. Noir lands gracefully, but is quick to jump out of the way when the other spider lands where he once stood.

“Here I thought I’d never find you.”

Noir remembers that voice too well, remembering the days that the two would wake up next to each other.

“Seems like your desperate to find me.” Noir speaks up, taking cautious steps back as his eyes follow Miguels large figure. The man showed off his talons, taking dangerous steps forward as if stalking his prey.

“Let me guess, you were waiting until I activated this little guy, huh?” He raised his left arm to show off the bracelet he wore. The same bracelet that once belonged to Miguel and that he was able to snatch from during the time he was running away from Miguel. “Lyla’s not good at tracking.” He adds with a grin on his face.

“At least she found you before you can even open a portal to this earth. An earth that you don’t belong too.” Miguels voice is full of irritation, tired of having to chance Noir from different universes each time he disappeared off the radar.

“I know where I belong.”

Noirs voice drops down to a serious one, glaring under his own goggles as he takes steps back, slowly stepping on top of the ledge. “I’m not going back to that place, not after what you did.” He spits out.

“I was only trying to fix things.” Miguel sneers.

“By destroying a universe for our daughter? A daughter that wasn’t ours.”

“She was!”

“She belonged to another version of us and not us.” He points between himself and Miguel. The two have been chasing each other since day one, Miguels cannon affected him badly, causing him to lose his own child. Miguel had tried to find ways to fix it by going to other universe in hopes of getting their lives back together again only to mess things up badly and to cause a whole universe to be destroy. Their constant arguing grew worse as the days went on the two couldn’t be in a room together without trying to tear each other apart, leading to a divorce between the two. Well, a divorce wasn't really an option due to their universe being gone and instead was considered a break up between the two without having to sign he paper work.

In the public’s eye they were seen as married still. For them, they were separated.

Noir didn’t start stealing until after he stole Miguel’s bracelet, finding a way to stop Lyla from tracking him down and using it to escape from the man he loved. Giving himself a new life, stealing from every universe and only causing trouble for Miguel due to the constant anamolies being placed in the wrong universe, only giving the man extra work on getting it fixed.

You could say that it was Noirs way of showing revenge for all of the times Miguel blamed him for trying. Earning himself a reputation and treating it like a game.

“Y/n—“

“I don’t have time for you, right now.” Y/n hissed out, turning around and jumping off the building, getting Miguel to panic all of sudden and run after him, jumping off and diving down to wrap his arm around Y/n’s waist and using his talons to grip onto the side of the building also using his webs to hold on.

“What—?”

“I’m not letting you go that easy.” Said Miguel, grinning under his mask as Y/n’s eyes widen at the realization.”Don’t you dare!” Y/n uses his own claws in a threatening way only for Miguel to ignore his threatens, getting Lyla to open a portal back to their earth and quickly dropping his (ex) husband down the portal. Only for Y/n to land inside Miguels little anomaly prison as one of his traps is set around him, caging him inside a tight space as he tried to use his claws to claws his way through.

It wasn’t until Miguel drops down in front of him. The two could easily be face to face if it wasn’t for the barrier stopping them. “You’ll stay here until everything is fixed and then you can scream and yell all you want.” Said Miguel a hand on his own hip as his mask dissolves away, showing his real face to Y/n who frowned. “You can keep me here all you want, but I will always find a way out.” He was testing him.

This wouldn’t be the first time that he was trapped under Miguels watch, he’s escaped plenty of times before and he will do it again.

Miguel chuckled deeply. “Oh, mi amor. This time it’s different, because I’m going to make sure that I have a close eye on you twenty-four seven.” He looks over his shoulder to nod at one of the spiders from his society who turns around to type away on their computer. All of sudden Y/n is transformed to Miguels lab, appearing in the room in a flash as he yelps in surprise.

“Jesus…” He breaths out in surprise a hand over his beating heart as he falls back onto his bottom. “A heads up would have been nice.”

“Stop being annoying and be quiet.” Said Miguel, circling him like prey and focusing back on his work. Y/n grins, reaching up to push his goggles up and over his head. “Listen, cabeza de mierda. You brought me here in order to keep an eye on me, but never did you say that I couldn’t annoy you.”

“I—“

“So, I won’t stop talking your ass off until you let me go.”

Miguel stares down at his husband, knowing the man well enough to know that he was keeping that promise. The taller spider sighs in annoyance, already regretting his choice as Y/n grins at him and leans back against his elbows and crossing his leg over the other, lying down as he groans out loudly.

“Who would have thought, the two of us together again. After a year? Damn, it’s already been a year, I remember you slamming into a wall when chasing me through Earth-6574. God, the anger in your eyes was so satisfying!”

Miguel tried to focus on his work, ignoring the mans words as he continues on, rambling on about anything that will annoy Miguel until the man gives in.

The conversation went for hours, with Y/n changing positions every few minutes, one minute he’s lying down and the next he’s sitting. Another time he’s doing a handstand in the small space he’s trapped in or using his claws to try and penetrate the force field around him only to fail. He didn’t stop until he suddenly grew bored, lips sealed as Miguel finally takes in the peaceful silence, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“There it is.”

Miguel snaps his head towards Y/n, already knowing his plan.

“Enjoyed your five seconds of peace and quiet? Because, I was just getting started.”

Miguel wants to shout, opening his mouth to throw back an insult only for him to be disturbed by the sound of people entering his lab, getting his attention. Y/n also looks over to the group of teens approaching them, one specific teen getting the thief’s attention as he narrows his eyes, focusing on the curly hair and dark skin until his eyes widen in realization.

“Miles?”

Even though he’s only known the kid for a year and had trained him on the side, he knew who the kid was under the mask, but never said anything. Not wanting to freak the kid out. Whenever the kid wasn’t hiding behind the mask, Y/n would keep a close eye on the kid, making sure that he was focusing on school and attending his family diners and parties, somehow feeling responsible for the kids disappearance each time he skipped classes or lunch only to meet up with enthusiasm, excited to learn something new from the thief that the teen befriend somehow.

It didn’t take long for the platform to lower, reaching the ground and getting the teens attention. Before Miles could introduce himself or hand Miguel the empanada that he had in hand. The kids eyes fall onto Y/n, narrowing his eyes a bit. “Noir?”

This gets everyone’s attention, including Miguel who snaps his head in Y/n’s direction with a knowing glare that he knew too well.

“Hey kiddo!” Noir waves at Miles with a wide grin on his face, side eyeing Miguel as he feels his burning glare. Miles doesn’t think twice to quickly rush over and jump onto the platform, worry in his eyes as he ignores Miguel’s surprised look along with Gwen’s panicked looked and Hobie’s grin. The teenager was too focused on Noir to care about what the others were thinking about his actions, his palms against the force field that separated the two as he tries to find a way to get him out. “Why are you here? How are you here?” Miles began to ask as Y/n looked at Miles with a fond look and faint smile.

“Easy kid, I’m alright.” He tries to reassure the kid.

“Get him out.” Miles blurts out, turning to Miguel with a frown on his face. The sudden demand shocks the others, but not Y/n who can only smirk over Miles shoulder and towards Miguel who frowned deeply. “I’d listen to the kid.” He whispers, loud enough for his ex to hear.

Miguel grunts in disapproval and had no choice but to do as told as gets red of the red field around him, finally setting him free as Y/n stands from his spot, stretching his arms in the air like a cat and getting caught by surprise when Miles hugs the other man. “Whoa! Easy kid, I’m alright.” He reassured him, giving his back a soft pat.

His actions don’t go unnoticed as Miguel watched the two interact with each other, clearly reading the signs that Y/n had claimed this kid as his own, treating him with care and respect, knowing that if he comes between the two, Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to fight back like a feral cat. It’s happened before and it won’t stop him from doing it again.

“You said you had to leave.” Miles speaks up, getting Y/n attention who sighs deeply. “About that…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and giving Miles an awkward smile.

“Noir isn’t from your universe, he belongs in mine. He was caught breaking the rules and had no choice but to bring him here. He’s a slippery one and likes to get away, so letting him out of his cage wasn’t a good idea.” Said Miguel, getting an eye roll from Y/n and placing his hand on his hip. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’ve gotten away from it many times and you didn’t seem to mind.” Y/n said back, making his way around the platform and taking in Miguels work.

He takes notice of the videos and pictures of them both together along with this their daughter, causing a small sad sigh to escape his lips knowing that Miguel hasn’t gotten over the death of their daughter. Y/n was the only one who was able to move on from everything but Miguel, he couldn’t blame him. Everyone coped different with death and took their own pace in recovery. With a clawed finger he turns the pictures off, glancing over to Miguel who was watching him this whole time with a sorrowful look on his face.

Y/n quickly turns away, refusing to look at the man he once loved.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Gwen points between Y/n and Miguel, approaching the duo that stood before her, getting Y/n to smirk widely. “Actually were married.” He quotes out, getting a surprise look from both Gwen and Miles. “Divorced.” Miguel added, hands on his hips as Y/n pouts at his words.

“Divorced? Really, you two would look cool together.” Said Miles. “Adopt me?”

Y/n breaks out in laughter, throwing his head back as he laughs at Miles words. He jumps offer the platform and takes miles into his arms, pulling the kid close to him and squeezing him tight. “How did my ward become so adorable? If I could adopt you then I would!”

“Wait, your ward?” Miguel asks, clearly not likening this.

“Yep!”

“He’s taught me a thing or two.” Said Miles and with a proud smile on this face he extends his hand, opening his palm to show Noir the hard-drive that he stole from Miguel, getting a very proud Y/n to hug him again. “My child is learning!” He cheers in excitement while Miguel growls. “No, no, I refuse to let you take in a spider. You are enough trouble, let alone having a kid do it too?”

“If it wasn’t for me the kid wouldn’t have gotten better on his skills. I taught him how to defend himself and perhaps get away with a thing or two…” Even though Miles was suppose to be his universe hero and protector, he couldn’t help but, teach the kid a thing or two when it comes towards breaking and entering. Teaching Miles how to sneak back inside his room or dorm without being noticed and to pick on locks in case of emergencies.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself in disappointment. “No puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “So dramatic.” He mumbled as he listens to Miguel ramble on while Miles is being saluted by Hobie, admiring the kids new skills form a very well known thief in many universes.

“Did you know that he stole this guitar for me?” Said Hobie, pointing over his shoulder where his guitar was strapped over his shoulder. “Mad genius.”

Miles laughs. “I don’t like stealing, but Noir once helped me with getting my mom a present for Mother’s Day. He stole a necklace for me, nothing too expensive but also nice.” Said the teen. Clearly he was nervous and ashamed for it when he first got handed the jewel from the known thief only for the anxiety and worry to fade away when he say how happy his mother was about the gift.

His father questioned him and all Miles told his dad was that he worked hard for it.

Noir smiles at the two before looking over to Miguel who stared with disappointment, but Y/n didn’t seem to care one bit wanting the teen to enjoy his life and he wouldn't mind breaking a few rules in order to give the kid what he wanted. Even if it meant bumping into his husband ever once an awhile.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Driver’s Seat

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: At a classic car show, you meet the only gentleman in attendance and bond over a mutual love for cars.

Warnings: fluff! 1.2k+ words

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent (it’s about me and my car) but I figured I could share it anyway. Happy daydreaming about Luca!😊

“Nice car.”

You bristle, prepared for some variant of nicer driver or bet you look good in it.

“What year? ‘76 or ‘77?”

At the continued discussion of the car, you turn. You’ve seen Dom Luca around car shows before, but haven’t had the chance or a reason to talk to him yet. His kind smile helps you relax and you offer a smile in return. Being a woman at a car show is like travelling back in time to when the cars were new; you’re treated differently here than anywhere else.

“1977,” you answer. “Good eye. You’re Dom Luca, right? You brought a gorgeous 1956 Buick Special a few months ago.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s me. Friends just call me Luca. I’m stuck with a ‘68 Charger this month. But your car is a beauty.”

“Thanks! I still have a ton of work to do before she’s finished, but I’m proud of everything I’ve managed to do.”

“You should be. Sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

You smile as you extend your hand and say your name. Luca’s handshake is firm, and you appreciate the respect he shows you. It’s refreshing, and you’re glad your mental image of him from past shows holds up. He’s a gentlemen in a world where there aren’t many left.

“Any chance you have before pictures? I haven’t gotten my hands on a Nova yet but I know good work when I see it. Do it all yourself?”

You pull your phone from your pocket and navigate to your photo albums as you nod. “I did as much as I could. Had a lot of amazing people to help too.”

As you turn your phone to scroll through the before pictures, Luca moves to stand closer. His shoulder presses against yours, and you freeze momentarily before swiping to the next picture.

“Is that you?” Luca asks excitedly.

The picture of you smiling in the driver’s seat after the first test drive is one of your favorites. It was such a special moment, and having it immortalized in a photo is priceless. Luca’s attention, however, makes you a bit shy and you nod before swiping away quickly.

“There’s no shame in being excited. First drives are a special kind of rush,” he assures. “It’s a good picture, too.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Everything original?”

You appreciate the change of subject, happier to focus on the car rather than its owner.

“Yeah, it is. Straight 6, automatic transmission, even the color is the same.”

“Now that takes real talent. Anyone can cover a classic in aftermarket parts, but original? That’s impressive.”

As you turn to face Luca, you realize how close he’s standing. Face-to-face, eye-to-eye, lip-to-lip… you know you should step back but you don’t want to. Luca smiles like he feels the same before his eyes drop to your phone.

“Care for another picture?” he asks. “It’s your first entry into a car show right?”

Someone whistles behind you and shatters the moment. Luca looks over your shoulder as he steps back. You can tell he wants to say something, but you shake your head. It’s always like this, you communicate with a shrug.

“Can I see the Charger you’re stuck with? Though I’d love to get my hands on a ‘69, so I don’t see it as the unfortunate situation you do,” you say with a smile.

Luca’s shoulders drop as he relaxes and steps to the side. He leads you down the row and around a booth at the end. The black Charger is beautiful, and your eyes widen as you walk the length of it.

“Luca,” you murmur. “It’s perfect.”

Luca presses his lips together to hide his smile. He said his friends call him Luca, and it sounds right coming from your lips. After thanking you, Luca pops the trunk open and points to a nearly invisible metallic L welded to the side.

“For Luca?” you ask, once again standing directly at Luca’s side.

“My brother and I work on these cars together. We, uh, didn’t talk for a while, so now that we’re close again, we like putting something in every car.”

“That’s amazing. I- do you have one more minute to spare?”

“If you compliment the car again, maybe I’ll give you two.”

“The body work on this is impeccable. Better than original. Like always,” you compliment.

“Lead the way.”

You unlock the passenger door and open the glovebox of your car. A laminated piece of paper and a photo are in your hands, and you pass them to Luca.

“1987,” he reads. “You have an old title registration for this car? Do you know how rare that is? Was it in the car?”

“Look at the picture,” you answer.

“I take it back. The first drive photo isn’t your best.”

You chuckle at the idea that the photo he’s holding is your best. In it, you’re less than 10 years old, sitting in the driver’s seat like you belong, and it’s proof that you’ve loved this car for nearly your entire life.

“Took me a while to get started on it, but it was worth the wait,” you muse. “Most good things are.”

“So, when you came to shows before, were you looking for inspiration or people to hire?” Luca asks as he passes the papers back.

With the memories of your family’s history with the car secure in the glovebox, you return your attention to Luca.

“You’re different than I thought you’d be,” you say. His face drops, and you add, “I knew you’d be a gentleman, but I didn’t think you’d let me talk to your ear off about my car. And yours.”

“You’d be surprised how long I’d listen to you.”

You playfully roll your eyes before someone yells Luca’s name.

“What are you planning to do next?” Luca asks, pointing to your car.

“Dom!” the man repeats, louder.

“Do you need to go?” you ask.

“My brother,” Luca says. “He can wait. Tell me what’s next. Finish this one and call it good, or are you going to be around with more cars?”

“I’d love to restore another car. Actually, a truck. An old boxy one that needs the love, or a Harvester.”

“1950s Harvester is my dream project,” Luca agrees.

“Finding one that isn’t in a scrap heap seems…”

“Impossible,” you and Luca say together.

“If you ever get your hands on one, send me lots of pictures?” you request as Luca’s brother approaches.

“What if I ask for your help instead?” Luca suggests.

“Why me?”

Luca smiles like he knows something you don’t. He introduces you to his brother, Terry, and shakes your hand again before leaving to talk to a salesman. A paper is transferred to your palm during the shake, and when he’s gone, you look at it. Luca’s phone number accompanies a short message, and your smile grows until your cheeks hurt.

Talk my ear off before the next show? I’d love to learn more about the girl in the car.

When he had time to write this, you don’t know. But you do know your answer. You text Luca that you’d love that, and he turns to wink at you before asking the men around him if anyone knows of a Harvester still on the market.

[amcy-beloved]

Pet!Milo & his many nicknames

Pet!Milo is a version of Perfect!Milo that Amcy marked as her unit upon completing every ending. The following are various Milos, their nickname, and what they offer to Amcy.

✎𓂃Pre!Milo。°˖⌕

The first time she met Milo and was given the option to nickname him, Amcy thought of “Bunny” only because the default was “Pet” and she felt like she had to go by theme.

Bunny is the form Amcy uses when she wants to create a new Milo variant or feels nostalgic. This is also the form Milo goes to when he's panicked enough and unable to decide which variant of him would fit a situation.

His other variants - the ones before the "drug/stalk" choice - have nicknames of their own.

"Puppy" is the default of V!Milo.

"Kitty" is the default of M!Milo.

Puppy and Kitty function similarly to Bunny in the sense that they can produce other variants.

NOTE: Milo sees Amcy as his lover and other love interests in her system as allies (indifferent but willing to cooperate). He has a black ouroboros tattoo wrapped around his skin, and Amcy's mark on his chest on all variants.

✎𓂃Violence!Milo。°˖⌕

A Perfect Killer = Tosa Tosa is primarily used when Amcy needs a guard dog or rarely when Milo senses danger and Puppy isn't enough. As this variant is primarily used for killing, he's not very good with other things that don't involve hurting a person.

A Perfect Househusband = Shepherd For when Amcy can't be bothered to do anything when the thought hits that she'll never get a true break from being a main character.

That or if she wants the princess treatment.

A Cannibal's Love = Dane Admittedly, this is Amcy's favorite V!Milo variant. Food's the quickest way to her heart and Dane can cook great food. It's a match made in... paradise?

Amcy and Dane cook together, even looking up how other cannibals eat on the internet to have some inspiration. Grocery shopping is also pretty interesting to her now that it involves humans on the list.

A Kidnapper's Love = Akita For when Amcy wants a combination of all three. The least likely to be used, usually when she's in a bad mood where she doesn't want to see anyone, and rarely when Milo sees that Amcy's working too hard and won't take a break.

✎𓂃Manipulative!Milo。°˖⌕

A Perfect Burning Love = Burmie The best at keeping Amcy entertained with the people she doesn't like and the variant Milo will turn to when she doesn't want a quick death to fall on them.

It's better to let them live in guilt and misery while they get to walk around free with the occasional glances of pity for the poor and shaken couple.

A Perfect Love Beyond The Wall = Manx Fastest shipping service she ever has and great security? Say no more!

The favorite of the M!Milo variant. Amcy doesn't entirely mind being watched (as she's constantly being watched anyway) and brings along a cat plush that somewhat resembles Manx (complete with camera and microphone) everywhere she goes.

A Doll's Love = Raggy Playing with people's emotions, social lives, and now, their actual lives. Not only is it satisfying to see someone she hates in fear, she also gets to have new clothes.

Saves money from shopping, gains money from selling!

A Married Love = Tigre All three in one deal like Akita, except she has more freedom to walk around rather than be stuck in bed most of the time. Rivals Shepherd on which can give the better princess treatment.

✎𓂃Other Milo Variants。°˖⌕

Crafty!Milo = Weaver Bird An experimental Milo that Amcy made without really trying. Bunny took his love for sewing to the extreme, hoarding talents that involved fabrics and textiles into this: a bird wishing to impress his mate with the things he created.

His talents are not strictly on working with textiles, they also include recycling. Materials include human bodies.

[aceinacloset]

Ballora, what is your opinion on peanut butter?

Heartsick what will you do if I decide to attempt to consume a small cardboard box?

Or her? (Like, autistic nom)(nonviolent just overwhelmed or smthn)

What are her opinions on stimming?

Heartsick, are you opposed to smooches?

Are the Circus Baby + variants (- Broiler) waterproof or like if they end up in the middle of a lake will they like stop functioning or will they just get waterlogged? Would they float for some reason (prolly not) how fast would they sink to the bottom would they like crawl out of there or get stuck in the dark, muddy depths?

8-Bit what is your opinion on isopods? You should attempt to eat the mushroom

Babssss (Circus Baby + Variants) what are their opinions on echolocation and ghost pains of amputees and quails

Is anyone colorblind?

How do/would the C Variants respond to Bidybabs and/or the PlushBabies? Like if they want attention?

I would like to offer Heartsick a rose and cuddle 🕳

What are their opinions on dinosaurs being lizards or birds

Out of all the Babssss which ones would be most likely to eat strange mushrooms off of a tree

I would also like to dump a big box of packing peanuts onto Broiler and Circus Baby to see what happens/how they react but I also don't want to upset Heartsick if that will upset her :(

How do the Circus Baby Variants react to my marriage proposal to Heartsick?

Extra: opinions on these shorts I just found on pinterest

Oh wow, alright, let's do this 😎

Q 1. Ballora: I can't eat, so I don't know

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Q 2. Heartsick: How would you eat a box? Hm... if you did, I'd be impressed 😊 As for my arm... um, I know I may smell like chocolate, but I'm far from ediable, so don't bite me, please 😅.

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Q 3. Heartsick: Hmm, stimming... I've seen that child 'Liz' do it a couple of times. I find it cute and fascinating ☺️.

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Q 4. Jester (Me): CB, 8-bit, and Heartsick are definitely slightly waterproof, Scrap Baby though, not so much (too many exposed wires). If you left them in water too long, then they may need to be put in rice. They would sink fast, they are massive and weigh a lot (they will sink like a rock) 8-bit thought still being mostly a static mass is unfazed by water. No crawling around, though, just dead.

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Q 5. 8-bit: isopods? 🥰❤️, *nods* *nomb* ??? -nothing happened- -it did taste good, though-

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Q 6. Circus Baby: Hmm, I've never heard of phantom pains... echolocation?... quails?! I'm gonna need to ask Liz these questions.

Scrap Baby: I felt phantom pain in my claw arm a few times... echolocation...isn't that something bats do? LIZ, what is a quail?!

8-bit: ?, ?, ?

Broiler Baby: I think?! I have phantom pain where my left hand used to be... I'm not sure, though. Echolocation? isn't that 8-bit Baby's weird vision thing?, a quail?

Heartsick: phantom pain? I've never heard of it, but I have heard of echolocation. I wish I could do it. As for quails...hm...

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Q 7. Jester (Me): Broiler is the only one that is color blind, while 8-bit Baby isn't she does have a weird view of the world, mostly only seeing colored outlines of almost everything. Scrap Baby's depth perception is fucked though.

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Q 8. CB: Can handle the bidybabs needing attention but wouldn't be sure how to deal with the plush babies.

Scrap Baby: gladly tend to both.

8-bit: Google - How to care for tiny child bots and sentient plushes?

Broiler: Google - How to care for tiny child bots and sentient plushes?

Heartsick: Google - How to care for tiny child bots and sentient plushes?

✨️Bonus✨️HW 2 CB: gladly tend to both

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Q 9. Heartsick: Oh wow, well, of course I'll cuddle. Thanks for the rose 🥰🌹.

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Q 10. CB: Wait, chickens and lizards are descendants of dinosaurs?!

Scrap Baby: quite a down grade on the chickens' end...

8-Bit: ‼️

Broiler Baby: ...

Heartsick: Then what are plastic dinosaurs?

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Q 11. All: 8-Bit

8-bit: ⁉️

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Q 12. You dump packing peanuts on both CB & Broiler:

Circus Baby: was their a reason for this?

Broiler Baby: they're just gonna burn... Heartsick, don't laugh. This is humiliating.

Heartsick: Ha ha

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Q 13. Circus Baby: I was confused about the time I got proposed to, and here, heartsick is just casually excepting married, I think that is weird.

Scrap Baby: I don't really care.

8-bit: 😊👍

Broiler Baby: just be careful with heartsick

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Bonus:

Q 14. Circus Baby: What?

Scrap Baby: Ha, get Funtime Freddy to wear those.

8-bit: ���

Broiler: pfft- what are those.

Heartsick: Why do I kinda want to wear those

Broiler: WHAT?!

Jester (Me): peck fashion

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And done hope you liked all the babs' responses.

[mamamittens]

Platonic Yandere Doffy family and Mink reader

Okay, this has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute, ngl, but I'm here now lol

Not sure what you mean by "Doffy family", like... His birth folks??? His crew?? Or just Doffy and Corazon??? Hard to say tbh so I'm just going with Doffy himself and maybe Cora.

Okay, so Doffy with a Mink as like, a weird pseudo child/sibling whatever gives off some really weird vibes. Like... He definitely doesn't see anything wrong with it, but he does tend to do that racist thing where he makes generalizations about mink reader's motives or interests based on their race and particular variant of mink.

Like, if they're a prey animal he views them as naturally more shy and submissive in conflict. Predator gets viewed as more snappy and trying to act tough and gee--isn't it so cute how hard they try to play into their instincts to prove themselves to him?

He's also a big fan of the effects a full moon has and occasionally cheers himself up by pulling strings to force them to fight under one against weaklings. Nothing too tough unless they pissed him off and need to be 'reminded' about how much they need him.

They're both a beloved companion and an accessory, the more rare the type the better. They'll never look unkempt or matted, oftentimes he takes care of it himself because he finds it soothing and enjoys rubbing it in their face about how much he does for them. He won't tolerate touching from anyone else though unless they earn the 'privilege'. I expect the reader has to wear a thick, bejeweled collar of some kind with a leash Doffy keeps in his pocket for 'walks'.

Cora feels bad regardless of what type of mink the reader is, viewing it as a waste that someone so clearly meant to be free is stuck under Doffy's thumb. He'll try and offer them small kindness when Doffy isn't looking but unfortunately, his brother is nearly always watching.

He doesn't realize it but Doffy wants to piece together their family into something new and more fitting for their status. He wants his little brother to indulge with mink reader like he does. A small indulgence for softer behavior that his sadism and reputation ill affords him otherwise. Mink reader is meant to be something a little more than a pet but not quite as venerated as a true sibling.

They're just meant to be his. Like Corazon and the inner circle. Obedient and close to him at all times. And if he has to dangle a sweet little mink to tie his brother closer to him after so long, well, he's grown quite fond of golden threads laced around people he cares about.

[justdalek]

Here’s the next gen cast of p5!

More in for below cut

Hikari Kitagawa

Daughter of Ren, Ryuji, and Yusuke Kitagawa

Arcana: Pentacles

Persona: Comnena

Was the “final contract” creation of Satanel, William, and Gorokichi before they reverted back to their first form (Arsene, Captain Kidd, and Goemon)

Is training to be both a professional ice and roller skater

Pottery is her hobby

While stoic, she can be a bit of a troll if given the opportunity

Leader of the Phantom Crusaders

Is closest with Ren

Yes, her tricolor hair is natural, no dyes

Kaito Takamaki

Son of Makoto, Haru, and Ann Takamaki

Arcana: Swords

Persona: J.L. Casey

Was the “final contract” creation of Celestine, Agnes, and Lucy before they reverted back to their first forms (Carmen, Johanna, and Milady)

Aspiring thespian, master dancer

He loves over dramatizing events

A crybaby, but he can pull his own in a fight if he has to

Powerhouse and moral booster of the Phantom Crusaders

Closest to Haru

His tricolor hair, like Hikari’s, is all natural

Minato Sakura

Adopted son of Futaba Sakura

Arcana: Wands

Persona: Hayden

Futaba discovered he was living in an alleyway behind her house to escape his foster family who mistreated him

A music prodigy, he plays cello, violin, string bass, piano, flute, and baritone

Rather snarky in behavior, but has a very present caring side

Him, Futaba, and Sojiro have family dinner on Saturday nights

He is the navigator for the Phantom Crusaders

No one knows why he wears gloves, but he never takes them off in front of anyone, including Futaba

Fuyuki Izumi Kitagawa

Taken in by Morgana, later adopted by Ren, Ryuji, and Yusuke

Arcana: Cups

Persona: Holliday

Was physically stuck in Mementos and later a Palace for over a year before Morgana found them and dragged them out of the Metaverse

It was because of that rescue that the original Phantom Thieves discovered that the Metaverse had somehow opened back up again after sealing itself nearly two decades ago

It’s unknown how they got into the Metaverse, but Fuyuki thinks it might’ve had something to do with their parents kicking them out after a fight

Stays with the Kitagawas post rescue and is eventually adopted by them

Isn’t sure what they want to do, but they do love hanging out with their new friends and learning about the good of the world after living in so much negativity

Strategist of the Phantom Crusaders

Sometimes has a very weird ability where when they fall asleep, they will wake up in a Metaverse variant of the Kitagawa house and has to have somebody get them back to the real world

[caycanteven]

Please be sure to check my blog rules to know what’s acceptable in my blog space! 

About me!

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them

I go by Cay, and I’m a narrative artist with a BFA in Game, Animation and Simulation Design, with an aspiration to be a game artist. I’m a coffee addict with an insatiable hunger for sushi. I listen to all genres of music but I lean heavily toward alternative soft metal core. Current fav band is Bad Omens with an occasional Glass Waves (indie artist, check them out!) 

My Tumblr blog is for self indulgences, including Self Insert x Canon, OCxCanon, and occasional Self InsertxOC or whatever you’d call it. I draw for myself first and foremost.

CayCantEven or CayCantDraw?

CayCantEven is just a social handle that rolls off the tongue, and it's stuck so long I feel weird not using it lol. CayCantDraw is my freelance handle for all business exchanges. It's a fun play on words with an ironic twist to my skills as an artist.

What do you use for drawing?

I use ClipStudio Paint EX, and the tablet I use is a Huion Kamvas 20. I also have an iPad with Procreate for working on the go. I always have a sketchbook with me though despite being primarily a digital artist. 

Do you take art/writing requests?

No, I don’t take requests. There are rare occasions where I may offer a poll for something an audience may want to see as a warmup or for fun, but primarily I do not accept requests via ask box or DMS. I appreciate the support via Kofi if you’d like to see something specific!

Do you take roleplay requests?

I don’t offer or take roleplay requests. I will only offer that, if ever, to close mutuals or friends who share that interest.

Do you take commissions?

Yep! I will post a couple days ahead of them opening to inform anyone interested. I use Google Forms to take commission requests and availability varies! If you have any other questions, I am open to questions via my inbox (will respond privately.) Check out my pinned for commission details!

Can I make fanart/fanfiction for you or for myself?

By all means, yes please! You are more than welcome to do that, and I would LOVE to see it too! Please be sure to tag me so I don’t miss out! Only condition for any fanart/fanfiction of my OCs/Sonas/Designs is that they are not portrayed in problematic/toxic scenarios. Please respect that some things make me uncomfortable. My characters are my acts of comfort shared with you, and I’d like them to be respected too. 

What fandoms are you in?

I don’t seek out a lot of fandoms, but I do have hyper fixations. My main interests involve: 

Undertale and Undertale AUs

Five Nights at Freddy’s 

There are occasional times where I may appreciate designs of characters and post about it, but my blog is currently filled with handsome bones~

My Current Characters

Lex (Self Insert) and her variants.

Tags: #selfinsert lex, #cays selfinsert lex, #undertale selfinsert lex

Horrorfell Variants - Balsam (Sans) and Cypress (Papyrus)

Tags: #balsam Sans, #horrorfell balsam, #cypress papyrus, #horrorfell cypress, #cays horrorfell

SilvaTale AU (Original Slice of Life AU) - Buster (Sans) and Timber (Papyrus) Note: Currently being worked on. Questions are welcome.

Tags: #buster sans, #silvatale sans, #silvatale au, #silvatale buster, #silvatale papyrus, #timber papyrus, #silvatale timber

Can I interact with your characters?

Sure! Though please understand I'm really, really slow to responding to asks, and I get overwhelmed very easily. I know a lot of people like my characters--cough Balsam cough--and want to to ask them questions or leave affections. As long as you respect me and my characters, it's welcomed!

[midnightsun-if]

So… can you tell us about the other ROs of Untitled IF? I’m so interested in hearing more about it.

Sure! Added their character inspirations, for the ones that have them, in case anyone wanted a bit more too…

All of this is subject to change, as some of the ROs could be removed, barring the first, or changed in some way, but here’s what I have for the most part.

Angelus/Angelina Sinclair

The one that brought you into your new reality. A person that’s been searching for you throughout the various realities, a being that wouldn’t rest until they were reunited with you once more. The Variant MC, the one that had been alive within the world, had been a deeply loving relationship with Angel. To the point that when Angel lost “you”, they vowed to find any way to bring you back to them. No matter the cost.

They are highly dangerous, one should tread with caution when near them.

Character Inspiration: Scarlet Witch

Nathan/Natasha Volkoff

The de-facto leader of the superhero team that Angel used to be apart of. A person that’s hard to read on a good day, but holds a strong loyalty within their heart. They’re adamant on bringing you back where you belong, as you don’t belong within this world. Even if seeing you brings up a slew of emotions, of memories, that they’d rather keep buried. They were the best friend of Archangel.

Character Inspiration: Black Widow (yes, I spaced when naming Natasha… I got attached to name though)

Taran/Tara Hale

Your Variants best friend. A person that you had apparently known since childhood. Someone who either brightens the moment they see you or looks physically ill. With a largely gentle personality, a beaming smile, and general extroverted mentality, you sometimes wonder about the dark looks that etch across their face when they think no one is looking. Will you be able to get close enough to them? Or will they always run before you can?

Noah Reese

A new recruit that seems to just be trying to make his own way on the team. Though you get the feeling that he knows more about you than he lets own— if his continuous glances tell you anything. You’re not sure what to make of him, and he’s apparently not sure what to make of you either, but you’re going to be stuck here for a while— might as well make the best of it?

Elena Valdez

A woman that keeps to herself more often than not. She doesn’t seem to mind your presence, but she also doesn’t seem to enjoy it that much either. As long as you keep your distance, and keep your tone relatively low, she stays within her own area of the compound. She seems to not believe in love, or honestly in the work she’s found herself in, which begs the question why she’s doing all of this? Only time will tell…

Character Inspiration: Wednesday Addams

[fruitrindz]

Lodgeverse Anti-Harem Niche (Pt. 1)

To try and summarize, I really got into the 'reverse-harem'/'mislabeled-villianess' fab that happened a while back with Undertale fanfics - specifically, with what I like to call, the 'Lodgeverse' archetypes - where Sans' and Papyrus' from multiple timelines/alternate universes get stuck in a pacifist timeline where the 'original' Sans and Papyrus made it to the surface and monster-kind has semi-integrated into society, for the most part, and as they're trying to fix 'the machine' (which is stood in for what was in Sans' lab/basement in the game) to get back to their worlds with varying degrees of success (albeit not much since they keep bringing over versions of themselves).

Anyways, a while back a bunch of people made a reverse-harem twist on it where a bunch of different versions of Sans' and Papyrus' would fall for reader-insert, who happens to be down on their luck most of the time, and take them in and love them, etc., etc.

But then people put a twist on that and made it so they would fall for a random human, but said-human would be super manipulative or super awful and reader-insert would be treated super harshly for varying reasons - the most common being that the 'love-interest' would take credit for reader insert's work, like chores or fixing up clothes, and try to make themselves look better in comparison by blaming reader-insert for everything that went wrong around the lodge.

Another thing to note is that there is a weird 'unspoken' hierarchy happening simultaneously. Since the skeletons don't want anyone to know that they aren't from this timeline/alternate universe, everyone goes by nicknames, excluding the Sans and Papyrus from that universe, depending on how weird Sans is about the 'You're not from here so you can't be me' thing he has going on sometimes. This along with the fact that in most stories they've brought over so many skeletons that they either (1) cannot fit into the same house or (2) cannot get along long enough to keep the roof from collapsing in from all the fighting they do.

This has resulting in dividing them into 'factions' (for lack of a better word). There's the 'Lodge skeletons' who reside in the main Lodge (Note: Werildy enough, most stories have them squatting here since not many have the deed to the place, and it ends up belonging to reader-insert via their dead grandparents, which is... yeah) and do the most work on 'The Machine', which is usually kept in the basement. They usually consist of the 'original' Sans (Classic) and Papyrus (Creampuff), Underswap variants Blue (Sans) and Stretch (Papyrus), and Underfell variants Red (Sans) and Edge (Papyrus).

The Swapfell brothers, Black (Sans) and Mutt (Papyrus) can get iffy on whether they are included with the Lodge skeletons. For most of the anti-harem stories they are usually still in the Lodge, but there are a lto of occasions of them being in conflict too often with the Underfell brothers, so they often leave for a cabin nearby the Lodge.

Then you have your, what I like to call, the Cabin Crews who (1) live nearby the Lodge but not in it, (2) or don't work as much on the machine, (3) or don't get along with the Lodge skeletons, or some combination of the three. Most would include the Horrortale brothers, Axe (Sans) and Crooks (Papyrus), who are usually treated as outsiders in the anti-harem stories who get new nicknames by the reader-insert because (1) they feel bad for them, (2) it further drives how 'good' they are in comparison to the other human, and (3) plot.

Others can also include some 'Bad Guy' variants and/or other timelines/alternate universes would sometimes make it in for plot or just because the author likes them.

Lodgeverse Anti-Harem Niche (Pt. 2)

[shining-kommo-o]

Same person again, and no you are absolutely right about Kalos and you should speak your truth, I remember it so vividly when I was 13 and the first trailer for it got released , I think time has forgotten HOW rabid everyone went for that trailer, microanalising every single frame of it, and making memes that finally Pokemon was going to be so so awesome in 3D , it’s one of those “you had to be there” type of moment . But oh boy the dissapointment I felt on release day, back then I didn’t have the words to explain why but looking back, these games were just, nothing. It genuinely was so bad that I was off put by Pokémon up until Gen 9, and even going back and replaying it plus the regions I missed , to this day as an adult I feel nothing towards Kalos , because I can see even clearly now the flaws of it. The story, the gameplay, the world , everything (minus the Pokémon themselves and Pokémon Amie )

Sorry for that rant as well, Gen 6 is… surely something eh

Finally someone understands!! I wasn't there for a majority of the discussion pre-release (and even post-release), since I had super limited access to the internet until I was about 16-17. But I was so hype when I got this game, and I ended up kind of disappointed but i didn't know why? Didn't have the words either back then, but now I do.

I think most of the people who really are ride or die with XY are the people who really loved that phase of the anime, or people who had XY as their first game. That's the pattern i've seen among my friends, and among online discussion, though i'm sure there are people out there who really love XY who fit neither of those categories. And if you like XY, no shade to you. I respect that. Live your life to its fullest, i'm glad there are some out there who love those games a lot.

But for me, the disappointment of Xerneas being stuck in this boring blue most of the time, the disappontment of my starter (chesnaught) not being able to mega evolve (and then having salt rubbed in the wound with greninja getting a new form in Alola, ik it's anime related but cmon), along with everything else, it stayed with me. I spent most of my time in Kalos gambling away by wonder trading.

Oh yeah and I also remember that bug that had Pokémon appear as grayscale around launch, that had people thinking if monochromatic Pokémon were a new, rarer than shinies variant.

There was also that glitched up Litleo too. That one was funny.

That and how you couldn't save in Lumiose City at launch, otherwise it'd basically ruin your save file. And how Nintendo literally released a map to show you where not to save before they put out a patch.

This isn't to say "Kalos bad because glitches", just that to me, someone really invested in glitches and oddities, those really stuck out to me :P

Anyways, I asked some friends a while back, what Pokémon game they'd rather play out of all of them, and I know this isn't really conclusive evidence, but usually the answers I got were ORAS if they wanted a game with mega evos, or USUM. And that tracks with my own thoughts as well (tho I mostly prefer to play base SuMo haha). Curious to know if others feel this way as well.

I think I also feel a bigger kinship towards SuMo because that's the first Pokémon gen I actually got to keep up with pre-release (anyone remember when they'd show new pokémon weekly?? I started college at that time, I remember watching them as they dropped, sometimes in class, sometimes with friends. I remember when Primarina, who had been leaked prior, was revealed. I was so happy ;w;)

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Nie-Centric Ideas, Part Two

The only variant of bonfire fallout I haven't covered is what if Nie Huaisang just... left? 

Permanently? 

After all, the servants and disciples went along with the order to burn his possessions, so clearly (to him), he's not just worn out his brother's care for him, but everyone else's too.

So in the middle of the night, he releases all his birds except for the ones that just absolutely refuse to leave him, takes some dried food from the kitchens and a set of servants' robes from the stores (since the only clothes of his remaining are the ones he was wearing) and just walks out one of the hidden entrances with no one the wiser.

He leaves the jianghu entirely.

He winds up as a scribe for an archivist somewhere near one of the two imperial cities. It's not a great job, but it keeps him and his few remaining birds fed with a place to stay.

While delivering some documents for his boss, he notices some falcon hunters who seem to be having trouble figuring out what's wrong with one of their birds.

He spots the problem instantly and tells them so, and they laugh at him, so he sighs and goes on his way, but then one of the hunters shows up at his job three days later and it turns out his advice stopped an infection from spreading to the entire eyrie.

Which is very good news for the hunters, because it turns out the birds all belong to the emperor.

And now they want him to come work for them helping care for the emperor's prized falcons.

It's not really an offer he can refuse, even though he really doesn't want to be anywhere closer to politics. He'd been pushing it just being where he already was!

But again, saying no is out of the question. so he ends up in a room in the far corners of the palace and spends his days between the emperor's birds and his own.

He still misses home sometimes. 

But, whatever, it's not like anyone misses him, so he puts it out of his mind as much as possible and keeps his head down... especially on the rare occasion that his boss is hosting visiting cultivators.

There's some kind of fancy banquet being hosted, and his presence is demanded in order to show off the prize birds.

He has a bad feeling about this.

And that feeling only intensifies when he answers the summons and finds himself staring at some very familiar faces.

(Meanwhile back home, Mingjue is struggling to pretend that he doesn't miss and isn't worried about his little brother, but everyone can see he's starting to crack.)

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(based on a previous idea)

Huaisang willingly trades all his memories to some magical something-or-other in order to bring his da-ge back to life hale and whole.

Maybe it was before he knew the truth, or because he didn't have time to leave a message, but Nie Mingjue doesn't know that he was murdered, and thus only has his original suspicions and annoyance.

Nie Mingjue looking at his little brother, who is now a complete blank slate. 

He'll have to re-learn even the most basic things like talking or bathing or feeding himself.

He could learn anything, and indeed the possibility of taking the opportunity to make him a proper heir has been brought up by other members of the sect.

He could press upon his brother the importance of training. 

Make him more studious.

(Make him avoid people Nie Mingjue didn't like him associating with.)

But... the whole thing sits sour in his stomach.

Huaisang, for all his annoying faults, had loved him enough to rip out everything that made him Huaisang in order to give back his life and health.

How would it be fair to repay that by turning him into someone wholly unrecognizable?

He decides that the best thing to do would be to take a wait and see approach. 

Perhaps as Huaisang is relearning the basics of how to function, he will show some sign of which direction should be taken, or if the correct answer is in fact somewhere in the middle. 

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Huaisang getting stuck in a reverse universe where everyone is the opposite of what he knows (awkwardly funny to see Jin Guangshan as a loving monogamous family man, not nearly as funny to see his brother as a megalomaniacal schemer).

It's also not funny at all to find that in this universe, neither he nor Meng Yao were ever even born at all. Meng Yao for obvious reasons, and him because his mother was discarded by the much crueler reverse-Papa Nie when she started taking ill during her pregnancy.

This place sucks and he's terrified of this strange cold Da-ge who looks at him like a game piece, and all he wants is to go home, but he has no idea how.

(Since everyone's personalities are reversed, that also means a lot more flirtatious yandere assholes among the heirs. They find out Nie Huaisang exists and want to eat this cute little birdie alive.)

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There's a sneaky unspoken arrangement that whenever a conference is supposed to take place in Yunmeng, it's always in the dead-hottest part of the summer so that everyone gets to enjoy the eye candy of the Nie sect walking around in almost-skivvies to deal with the heat they aren't used to.

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Huaisang should start making friends with bats too. More clever little spies, and Mingjue might end up being more fond of these because of the creepy aesthetic. (Imagine Mingjue opening his arms and bats go flying out of his sleeves. Scares the shit out of some annoying people.)

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Went to a theme park this morning and now I have a fanfiction prompt for y’all (strangers to friends/lovers style)

Your two characters are both at a theme park, either alone or temporarily away from their group. They both are in line for the same rollercoaster/ride. The ride seats two people at a time, but neither of them have anyone to go with. They get seated together, and enjoy the ride together. Bonus points if one of them, while they may enjoy thrill rides, gets really scared on them and the other needs to help them calm down.

Ideas/variants to play on this:

The one that gets scared had two other friends, but those two were seated together and they were left alone

One of them gets highly motion sick, and it has to end with profuse apologies

They go their separate ways afterwards, but KEEP FUCKING FINDING EACH OTHER IN THE PARK

The scared one, without meaning to exactly, clings to the other for safety. They let them.

The one who doesn’t get scared is screaming from joy and excitement, thinking the other is doing the same. It’s not until they look over at them that they realize they’re horrified.

Its one of those roses where you’re seated really close together

If you want them to talk on the ride, go for something like a Ferris wheel instead. They can go for longer, and tend to be quieter. Bonus if they get stuck. Double bonus if when the box shakes on falls onto the other.

[miastideclock]

tan lines and late nights // stray kids

in spirit of my winter-depression carrying well into spring, seeing as my window is currently snowed shut, i decided to post this little.. thing? that makes me think about summer and how badly i want/need it to come sooner.

requested by: the negative four degrees outside, despite it being mid-march word count: 350-ish, short and sweet little thing warnings: none, not edited / proofread

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wind blowing against your skin gently as the sun is high in the sky, beaming down to heat the pavement your bare feet are touching. your hair is lighter as the rays from the sky bleaches it for you, your skin growing darker and your face scattered with little sun-kissed freckles. your chest heaves as you close your eyes.

a bird in the distance breaks you out of your trance and you continue the small walk from the car to the dock, your shoes left far behind. as you get closer and closer, you tear the shirt off your body, your legs picking up the pace as you do so, trying your best to keep up with the boys as you all sprint towards the open ocean, one after another jumping into the water. the salt sea is cool against your overheated skin, having been exposed to the sun all day.

the evening soon approaches, but your adventures are far from over. climbing into the passenger seat of his car, you take off. the whole car is laughing at some stupid joke, while you drive long and far. the lot has big smiles plastered on their faces, their hair textured from the salt and their skin radiating heat. the music blasting from the car-stereo gets your mind wandering. you finally wrap your head around the fact that you are more prosperous than any man who may buy all what they desire. you are more wealthy than a woman who doesn't need to look at the price tag of an expensive car, for you are rich in memories of nights like these. countless of evenings have played out to a variant of this, and that's more than anyone could ever ask for. nights where sand is stuck around your ankles, and your shoulders are peeling from sunburns. where both you and the boys are unsure is the lights behind the mountains are a sunset or a sunrise. nights where it feels like you'll be young forever.

where all that is important is tan lines and late nights.

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cheers, bentley♡

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi Charity 😊 Just finished “The Complete Enneagram: 27 Paths to Greater Self-knowledge” and have few thoughts. As EFP and likely e7 I never fully felt this type (I’m not super talkative energy ball) and always leaned towards being e4. But reading description of sx7 (and some of so7 too) really hit home - related to it a lot. On other hand couldn’t bond with any variant of 4, maybe little with so wanting appropriation and need other people. I assumed wrong that only 4 can be creative and want to be aesthetically pleased. Due to it dream nature can sx7 Esfp look like Enfp? And how sx/so7 of Enfp and Esfp would look like?

Lemme take a second to talk about 4s and creativity. Creativity is wrongfully associated to 4 – any Enneagram type can be creative, the difference lies in whether the creativity has a painful frustration element to it or not. 4s are from the frustration triad, which means “nothing is ever good enough.” Specifically, this means that the 4′s creativity has to embody their inner location and be an extension of their true self. But when nothing is ever good enough, the process of creation (self-expression) can become agonizing. “I need this to be me, and it’s not me-enough! My skills aren’t quite up to par!” Since the 4 is doing-repressed, that means a lot of anguish, frustration, and attentiveness goes into curating this “art” but they may or may not ever share it, because it’s never quite up to their own expectations. It’s never “me” enough. A 4 can get so stuck in this process, that they never make progress on their creativity, and do not finish it, because it’s never RIGHT. It’s never deep enough. Or worse, others may think they understand it, but they don’t. Their perspective annoys me!

Chestnut is wrong in one aspect – there are no “sunny 4s.” Sunny 4s do not exist. 4s are a frustration type who find something to be critical about, all the time. Whenever anyone asks me about 4, I tell them to read Anna Karenina. It’s a perfect example of a 4. Chronic dissatisfaction with what she has, because she is always yearning (another aspect of 4) for what she doesn’t have, and then when she gets it, she no longer wants it. Richard Rohr also touches on this in his book, in which he talks about the 4 woman who hated her husband until he left her, then she became full of longing for him – and when he came back, her love died the instant she opened the door to him. Always longing (frustration type) and never satisfied. You even see this in Scarlett O’Hara’s 4 wing on her 3 core, where she’s always longing for a man she can’t have (Ashley) and not the one she has (Rhett), and then when Ashley is available and Rhett has left her, she wants Rhett and not Ashley.

Being a 4 is no picnic. It’s hell, in the same way that being every other type is its own brand of hell. If more people understood this about 4, fewer people would assume themselves 4s because they are “deep and creative.” Yes, 4s can be both, but that depth and creativity is also laced with intense frustration.

In terms of aesthetics, you don’t need a 4 fix to want things to be beautiful. In fact, some 4s (usually 4w5s) like “ugly” because it’s “real.” 4s are also reactive types, and “raw reality” is REAL to them. (This reminds me of the daughter in Sweet Magnolias on Netflix. The daughter is probably either a core 4 or a strong 4 fix, and she goes around town taking pictures of “ugly things” – abandoned buildings, graffiti, etc. Her 2-fixed mother is irate about this, because she puts them on the internet and that makes the “town look bad.” They fight about it, because the 4 insists that’s the REAL town, and the 2 fixer doesn’t want people thinking the town is “trashy.” 4 - focusing on the “reality” vs. 2 “polish it up, take pictures of the pretty places!”)

Anyway, moving on from the image fix into 7.

The biggest difference between 7 Se and 7 Ne is that the Se7 is highly proactive in taking immediate action, leaping on opportunities, and learns through ‘doing’ regardless of the subtypes. They move around, they have new boy/girlfriends, they rarely stay in one place, they skydive, tour Europe, go backpacking through the mountains, etc. Life is all about living to the fullest, having many sensual experiences, and living in the moment. There’s no real room for “dreaming” – why dream and fantasize when you can actually DO THINGS? Se is all about the here and now, this is all you get, so grab life by the horns and go for a ride!

Ne by its nature is imaginative, dreamy, fantasizing – let’s talk about this and dream about it and buy tickets and cancel them tomorrow, because I no longer find that interesting (the fun was in fantasizing about it). Ne by itself is already oriented toward being in the mind, idealism, imagining how things or people or places could be better or more interesting, etc. 7 brings in a busy mind, frantic thoughts, daydreaming, envisioning, excitement about IDEAS, let’s talk about them and not do them, because the inner experience is almost as good (or sometimes way better) than the outer experience! It’s fantastical idealism, a refusal to confront harsh realities, the bright side of life. It lacks the grounding and “gritty reality” of Se and is all sunshine and ideals.

Do you immediately ACT and DO or do you DREAM and FANTASIZE?