#Kinda like a siren but way cooler

[tabbyrocks]

STINKY dungeon meshi oc, Taiyoashi!!

He's 121 (about 24 years old) and is unfortunately a chilchuck kisser.

I'm not expecting this post to gain really any sort of traction but I just like him alot so I'm sharing him.

He's an elf (obviously). He tampers in ancient magic that reverses aging. He only knows how to age things back by a few months or at most a year. this interest in this kind of magic is due to chilchuck having a very short lifespan compared to his.

I would like to say it takes Taiyoashi and chilchuck a LONG while before they get to the point where they are open about their feelings for each other. Taiyoashi loved chilchuck from the start, and was incredibly bad at hiding it. And because of this chilchuck knew. And boy oh boy was this man STRESSED about it. Despite the idea of someone from work having a crush on him being decently upsetting, the real problem here is Taiyoashi's respect for chilchuck. Out of everyone in the party, Tai has been the one who treated him as an equal. And he's an elf, for Christ's sake!! A long lived race has never seen him the way Taiyoashi does.

And it makes chilchuck want to vomit.

He can't fall for this. He cannot get his work and personal life mixed. He cannot love again. The love he could share ended with his wife, and he will not screw up his life over something as stupid as this. not again. Never again.

Tldr: the yaoi is doomed because of chilchucks bad love life, self loathing, and poopy communication skills. And tai being hopelessly in love with a man who (seemingly) wants nothing to do with him

[2knightt]

「 you the cutest jailbird i ever did see!」

IN WHICH—you’re literally mickey milkovich!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ this is platonic. and if you haven’t seen shameless just imagine a modern, stinky dallas. also MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!

you met them while running from the cops. sure—it was completely your fault and you do deserve to be thrown into the cooler. but you just got out! can’t a person want just a few more minutes of peace?

as soon as you heard those sirens, you jumped off the guys you and your cousins were jumping and just started running. those two idiots already got caught, you just kept on running.

you heard that the curtis house doesn’t ever lock their door—stupid. you’d never do that, not when people like you run around this city!

the sirens got closer, and without thinking, you jumped their fence. as your feet touched the ground, you hoped to god that they weren’t home. or that dallas winston wasn’t there.

you rushed to the door, swinging in open before hiding beside their couch that sat in front of the window. peeking your head up, you watched as the cop car slowed down before speeding back off.

a grin grew on your face as you watched the cops go in the other direction.

“fuckin’ idiots.”

“wow, y/n getting chased by the cops. what is it, the 30th time this week?”

you’ve had unfortunate run-ins with dallas. but you thought his voice was more annoying now than when you and your cousins jumped him for trying to hit on your sister.

you’d recognize that disgusting new york accent from anywhere. you sighed, turning your head to face him as he stood above you, hands in his jean pockets.

dallas had a stupid grin on his face as who, you think is soda, comes rushing beside him. his eyes showed worry, but his grin made him look interested in you.

“shoot, what happened to you?”

“soda—this is y/n. what ain’t they done is a better question.”

you rolled your eyes, holding back from socking him in the jaw. you turned your head to face soda, standing up from your position. rubbing your neck, you hung your head low.

“tough shit, man. bunch of assholes—you know.”

suddenly, someone with cake smeared all over his fingers and who smelled like oil popped up out of nowhere. ‘steve’ was written on the chest of his ripped up work uniform.

“that can mean a lotta things. what kinda tough shit?”

‘jesus, the curtis group asks a lot of questions.’ you thought to yourself, a lip raised. dallas kicked the leg of the couch beside you, causing you to whip your head up after avoiding eye contact. sodapop smacked dallas’ shoulder, telling him off.

“answer ‘em, y/n.”

dallas demanded, saying your name is a singing tone.

“…me and my cousin’s has jumped a guy. it ain’t nothin’ bad like stabbing a kid with a blade.”

you mumbled, dusting yourself off, you heard snickers leave steve and soda’s throats. soda grinned, ear to ear as he ushered you to sit down at a table. as he did so—he kept on asking you a bunch of jumbled questions due to how fast he’s talking.

four boys sat there, staring at the situation that had just unfolded. they both looked younger than everyone else did, the two older ones standing out like sore thumbs. one was finishing his plate, the other one downing a bottle of beer.

soda sat you down, steve rushing behind the both of you. either of them sat beside you, smiles on their face.

“what’d the guy do?”

“did you beat ‘em black and blue?”

“what’d you use?”

with that, you found yourself hanging around the two of them more. sodapop and steve found your company fun. sure, you were like dallas, but different in so many ways.

you were so comforting to be around, yet you always had a scowl. they loved having you around, causing the gang to hang out with you too.

you honestly became a reoccurring person in the gang—to the point where people would ask where you were if you weren’t around them.

you’d just walk into the curtis house and make yourself comfortable. your house wasn’t exactly the definition of ‘ideal.’ the old man wasn’t the kindest to you, your sister—or anyone for that matter.

he’d frequently take his anger out on you and smack you ‘til you’re every colour under the sun after he heard you’d been foolin’ around with some chum around the block. it wasn’t even true—but your cries always fell to deaf ears when it came to that alcoholic.

it’s not like it was a secret either. every person on the east side could hear the arguing from your house—even the front door slam shut. that’s when the people would know you’d be huddled up on the curtis’ couch.

“y/n—breakfast.”

soda’d nudge you gently—talking in a hushed voice. the smell of bacon filled your nostrils, a sigh leaving your lips as it hit you that he was the one cooking. you aren’t exactly the biggest fan of his rather odd choices of how he makes his food.

but goddamnit you can fake it for him. if you can lie to the cops, you can lie to one of your greatest friends.

just like how you can lie to the investigators trying to find dallas winston.

“you know this kid?”

“never seen ‘em in my life. lay off now, assholes.”

you’d mumble, walking past them, making sure you hit their shoulders as hard as you could. you always got a kick out of hurting those pigs as you’d call ‘em.

which is what caused dallas winston goin’ MIA. you had seen dallas winston getting knocked down by the police after a long chase.

even though you can’t stand that new yorkian—you do love fighting. you tried to walk as quietly as you could up to them before making yourself known.

“hey, man!”

you shouted, causing their heads to turn. when they saw you—their eyes immediately flashed a look of hatred. they obviously knew who you were, and if they didn’t know, they’d know after you socked one in the jaw.

all attention on dallas turned to you—all of them going after you. until dallas also landed a clean hit on one. with the impact of the officer falling on the ground—your feet started moving on your own.

you cackled, hearing dallas laugh along with you, running beside you. the rush that washed over you two was indescribable—the adrenaline was great.

this isn’t the first time you’ve been on the run, and it’s not like you haven’t been caught. one time you got caught—your bail was low. but too high for you. you were offered one call and the first person that came to mind would surely rip off your head.

‘worth a shot,’ you thought to yourself, dialling the numbers with the phone to your ear, a cop hovering over you.

“hello?”

“darrel? it’s y/n.”

“goddammit, y/n. what the hell did you do this time?”

“nothin’! i-i just need you to come and bail me. it’s only 50 cents, darry.”

“you’re never gonna hear the end of it, you damned jail bird. i’ll be there soon.”

with that—you heard a click on the end of the line. you wanted to defend yourself, but hearing him call you a jail bird gave you more pride than you’ve felt in a long time.

of course, when he did bail you out, any feeling you had of pride evaporated. as soon as you entered the backseat, you could feel the rage from darry.

“what the hell did you do? it’s 11PM. ponyboy and soda’s in bed—and i was getting ready! 11PM, y/n!”

“holy fuck, darry! stop acting like i killed a guy! it was just a grab n’ run!”

“y/n—is it too hard to ask that you try to stay safe? just once, that’s all i ask!”

“oh my god, darry! you aren’t my fucking father!”

“guess what’s happening. you’re coming to my house and spending the nights there. the second i hear that you’re runnin’ from the cops i’m contesting against you in court!”

the rest of the ride was in silence, it being broken up by the occasional blinker. when he pulled onto the side of the road, parking his truck in front of the house, you sat there.

stubborn is what people thought of you—and you sure as hell were. darry got out, expecting you to follow. he stood in front of the gate, arms crossed as you stared off into space.

the door opened—darry quickly grabbing you. he carried you like a baby, against your very loud protests.

soda opened the door, snickering as he sees the situation you’re in. ponyboy was sitting on darrys chair, playing with the tab of a pepsi can. once he seen darry step in, you in arms, he shot up from where he sat.

“where were you? what happened?”

“yeah, jail bird. what happened?”

you heard the two younger brothers ask, one sounding more mocking than the other. darry placed you on the couch, swiftly throwing a blanket over you.

you’d been in this situation before, the memories flooding back to you as you felt yourself drift off into sleep.

expect you weren’t the one being carried. you had carried johnny from the lot, put him on your back. it was a few days after he’d been jumped real bad.

you were out of the loop when it came to who jumped who. you seen johnny asleep in the lot. dried blood on his jacket and face. bruises were everywhere on his body. you felt bad.

you always liked johnnycakes. he understood you in a way. as you carried him on your back—you could only thing of the similarities between you two.

you both had rough home lives, you both always found yourself trying to keep everything together. he used to be so tough but turned quiet—you had always been tough and never expected to change.

lost in your thoughts—you got to the curtis house faster than expected. you quietly walked up the stairs, opening the door, avoiding the creaky floorboards.

you placed johnny on the couch, taking a silent vow to beat whoever did this to him even worse.

and you always kept your word.

robert sheldon was the guy you and your cousins had tracked down, bats and other weapons in hand. if he can use those thick gold rings—you can use your bat. fair game, right?

you caught him, drunk on the streets, and stupidly alone. your cousins beat up ford slowed down beside him—making it a repeat of what he’d do to others.

he took notice—stumbling as he turned his head. your own small gang took notice to this, stopping the car before jumping out.

you guys had beaten him to the point where he looked just like johnny. you kept your word, and you wouldn’t let anyone ever touch johnny like that.

you always hated soc’s. you’d do anything to do annoy ‘em. even if it meant stealing their mustangs, you always liked them anyhow.

steve always talked about how he’d do anything to drive a tuff car like that. everytime he seen one, that’s all he talked about.

“imagine drivin’ a car like that. could you imagine how fast i could go?”

you’d learn how to hot wire at a young age, rarely ever did it though. but when you seen a wine coloured mustang left unattended—you knew you had an opportunity.

it wasn’t hard to get it going, and it wasn’t hard to drive it to the DX without getting caught. steve was working in the hood of an old car outside until he heard a honk.

a grin grew on his face as he seen you in the drivers sear of the car, a smug look on your face. steve practically skipped as he rushed towards the vehicle, tapping the hood as he took a closer look.

as he was nothing less than mesmerized—you hopped out of the car. steve looked up at you from his crouched position before you threw the keys at him, walking towards the passenger seat.

steve immediately put two and two together, jumping into the car without a second thought.

you swore you ain’t never seen steve so happy when he was speeding down the road in this mustang. he never asked where you got it—and you never told him.

you and ponyboy were alright. he didn’t like being around you for long periods of time. on the other hand—you absolutely loved it.

you could tease him until the sun went down for everything and anything.

“what the hell are you wearin’, pony?”

“a shirt?”

“sure as hell don’t look like one.”

you’d ruffle his greased up hair, going against his complains. you’d mock his books and movies, mimicking what they just said in a higher voice. ponyboy always disliked this. he didn’t hate it however. a small part of him knew that’s how you showed affection.

but he never knew you could be so gentle when you felt like it—that he really, really liked. one day, when school was out and everyone was doing their own thing, ponyboy sat at home.

he was reading a book with the tv as background noise. until you barged through the door, beelining for the fridge. you got a beer, closing the door. you took a sear in darry’s chair, watching TV.

ponyboy wondered if you noticed he was even home. when he seen you enter—he felt insecure. you were the definition of a greaser—he was…just some guy that so happened to have grease in his hair.

you realized he stopped reading, his eyes everywhere but his book. sighing, you got up and sat beside him on the couch. you took one more swig of the beer before you told him to read out loud.

“read to me.”

“wh-huh?”

“the TV’s borin’. read.”

with that, he did. the longer ponyboy read, the more relaxed he became. of course—you looked like you wanted to rip your own head off—but ponyboy did like the fact you immersed yourself into the story.

“she fucking what?”

“yeah! crazy, right?”

“crazy’s an understatement, man.”

‘crazy’ is what people would call you and two-bit. people would’ve never willingly put the two of you in a room, but you two got along swimmingly.

he was loud, sometimes clingy, and always joking around. you really needed someone like him in your life. a breath of fresh air—until the two of you would compete.

“let’s see who can steal the most stuff without gettin’ caught.”

was a sentence often said between the two of you. a little fun never hurt nobody, right? two-bit seemed like the expert at stealing, and you just liked to break the law.

the longest it went on was for a week. you tot caught first and you have yet to live it down.

“so god fuckin’ help me—i will gauge your eyeballs out with this fucking fork!”

“yeah but, i’ll die knowin’ that i was able to steal without gettin’ BANNED!”

two-bit later had a bruise on his ribs.

you’ve never been one to stay in a group of people. but staying with these people—it was different in so many ways.

you knew they wanted you here, they knew you loved them and that you knew that they loved you too. and unfamiliar feeling sure—but a welcomed feeling.

you argued, fought, and even fist fought each other. but goddamnit, you all moved past it. and that’s all you could ask for in this little life. even if your life is mostly you sitting in a prison.

[the-stars-ab0ve]

ok i need to know what to be for halloween and i have ideas BUT before you click an option here’s the reasons for each one

some siren water ghost: i have a skull with pearls on it somewhere and i think it would be cool to carry it around and stuff BUT i don’t really do sfx makeup and i don’t have anything to wear for that and im pretty sure spirit halloween isn’t helping with that

dead bride killed by groom: this is my favorite option bc for one thing i actually made a backstory lol and for another thing i think i could do the sfx makeup for this in like a bruises way (strangled) and i think it would be cool and creative BUT again nothing to wear for it and it might be hard to find a white dress that gives wedding dress also i think i might spend a lot of time explaining it to people

random murderer: this one’s my least favorite but basically i just get some cheap clothes rip them up a bit and put fake blood on them, get a fake bloody knife and put on some scary makeup and boom done. it would be easy but i think kinda boring

fairy: this one’s also easy but in a way where it’s cooler and stuff. my sister has a pair of fake wings from another halloween that i could use and getting an outfit should be simple. BUT i kinda want to go more scary this year because the past years i haven’t been that scary

stuffed animal related costume: this one’s also not scary but could be kinda fun. basically i choose one of my stuffed animals and find an outfit that sort of resembles it then just carry it around with me. BUT still not scary lol

no costume, just halloween themed outfit: i usually go with a certain group of friends for halloween trick or treating but i don’t think they want to do it this year :( so there would probably be no point of getting in full costume. i don’t have a lot of friends and they’re the only ones i feel comfortable trick or treating with. i want to try and convince them though. maybe instead we could go to an escape room or haunted house or maze, but i think full costume might be too much for that. BUT my school is thinking about having a “trunk or treat” so hypothetically i could dress up for that!

anyways, that’s all the reasons, sooo:

[novastarrs-au-archive]

OHHH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. YEAH, I MADE A BLOG FOR THIS AND ANY OTHER AUS {:<

Now...suffer with me in my brainrot as I begin my dreaded

Rambling, it is so long like holy shit I went mentally ill over this AU

Note that content ahead will mention death and potentially some gore, along with several species that non-Witcher users may be unfamiliar with. I will attempt to try and remedy the second issue some though [:

Edit:

I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO ADD THESE IMAGES NOOOO

Before we begin, I'll go ahead and share the map I'll be using for this [:

It's by far probably my favorite version and the easiest for me to use here! After escaping transportation he kinda...wandered aimlessly with no good way to find home again, just a note {:

Sebastian and his family here are a deep sea dwelling subspecies of naga, though adept at traversal on land, they're of course most comfortable living in the water. Him and his family did originally live in significantly deeper waters, closer to the twilight zone, up until he was about 12 years old, where repetitive sea tremors finally pushed the small group to shallower and [what they thought would be] safer waters, making their home along the outskirts of a ship graveyard. A curious decision at first, but these ships hosted a slew of life and offered some protection should they need it. He'd remain here for the next 7 years, helping out where he could for his family and regularly being outside of the safety of their den to gather food and other materials on his travels.

Unfortunately, being in the shallower waters left them exposed to more dangers such as drowner packs, sirens, ekhidna, fishing boats over head, and more. Food was usually scarce during the cooler months and early spring from overfishing, pushing them to venture further inland whenever searching for food. After his older sister returned back with various injuries from a drowner pack, Sebastian would go on these trips with her, becoming more and more familiar with the area further outside the graveyard. By the time he was 17, he had already become acquitted with land travel, venturing into the forests nearby to score larger meals [deer for example, maybe the wild hog or two if he was lucky], though more dangerous it was also far more rewarding. To say it left him unscathed, though, would be kind. The war taking place amongst humans led to an influx of monsters, monsters that began to steadily make the once relatively quiet forest--shy of the rare nekker, maybe a few endrega, and on occasion ghouls feasting from old corpses--far more dangerous.

It was Sebastian's first interaction with a land living necrophage that would drive him back to the waters depths for safety, a beast known as an Alghoul. Those familiar will understand just how difficult these monsters are to fight when ill-prepared due to their ever growing quills that hurt back, fast and deadly movements, and their completely unnatural regenerative ability. It was Sebastian's luck that the small camp he found to raid was unknowingly inhabited by a couple of Alghoul's. Taking on one of these monsters is already difficult, taking on multiple of them? That's just asking for bad things. It only clicked how futile the fight would be when one of the beasts, who he thought for certain would be dead with its head barely clinging on, managed to easily recover within seconds, jumping right back into the fight with the same vigor as before. He was quick to turn tail and slither off with what he had, preferring his life over whatever other scraps he'd find.

He spent the next two years back almost strictly in water outside of traveling underneath boats to snatch their fish or going up onto the beaches to collect various lost items [Silver items, coin, old food, feeds, herbs or brews, etc], a habit he would become even more familiar with in his later life. Though this sacrifice meant that their abundance of food days were closing, it did mean there was less chance for the serpentine to die a gruesome way. He would trade off the loss for going out and gathering the edible sealife for much longer, leaving before the water was lit and coming back well into the night.

It didn't take long for him to grow tired of the constant food scarcity, the regular turf wars between the different water beasts, and essentially being locked within the same graveyard area. He eventually took it upon himself to go out on his own and try to find somewhere safer and more plentiful in food. Despite the initial resistance from his family, they did finally relent and let the now 19, soon to be 20 Sebastian head out on his own [his argument being that his sister wasn't as experienced as he was with as far outside and that their mother would need help with their little brother].

It had barely been the first week before he unfortunately found himself tangled up in an abandoned fishing net, the struggling leaving him further and further tied up until he couldn't get his claws around the rope. He was effectively immobilized for three and a half agonizing days. He was low on energy from the lack of food and could barely keep himself awake when he was finally pulled up out of the water by fishers coming to collect the net at last. He doesn't remember much about what followed in that period, only vaguely remembering a cluster of voices, the whinnying of horses, his scales feeling like they were being pulled off while dragged, and at first just a couple figures turning into a large group of them. For the humans around him, he was a spectacle. No one could immediately recognize a beast like him and argument would follow his arrival, some requested the beast was killed, others said to sell him as the coin he could bring could help the struggling village, not one advocated for his release though.

His exhausted state ended up a blessing in its own twisted way, leading villagers to believing he was docile and opting to sell him to whoever would be foolish enough to purchase the beast [It wasn't necessarily unusual afterall].

Over the course of the following weeks he found himself far more awake and in far worse of a position. Once again tied up and unable to do much while stuck within a cramped cage in the dark, nothing but the sounds of nature outside and sometimes human voices. It was days before he arrived at whatever godforsaken place he found himself in. Several people dragged his squirming figure out of the cage and underground, where he remained in--at its core--a prison cell. It was lost on him what was happening or why it was happening, his senses overwhelmed with the stench, particularly death, and the sounds of this new hell. It was five days after that he'd come to learn what was happening, forced through the winding path to the vast opening. He'd heard stories of it, but to truthfully be in this position, surrounded by shouting humans out of his reach up high, prevented from falling through by shoddy wood walls and railings that seemed to only barely hold them back. To have the two humans in front of him, holding shields and weapons he didn't recognize, decked in loose armor. Faced with a single choice in this whole almost unimaginable scenario; Kill or be killed.

He would spend the course of several months here in the underground arena, living off nearly nothing but old livestock corpses and whatever humans he killed in the arena. He had collected an abundance of scars now and even more experience on the ways humans tended to fight, turning it into a game these days to see how long he could drag the fight out for. In his time there he'd grown to be a crowd favorite and something people with nothing to lose would come from even Skellige to fight. Despite the people it would bring, upon Igor being put in charge of Junior's arena, he opted to sell the beast due to the basic guarantee of betting money returned due to his ever growing victories.

This time being transported he made certain to be more prepared, keeping himself wide awake and waiting even long after he stopped hearing the sounds of humans and other carts. Only when he was sure that there wasn't the risk of much besides the cart driver and maybe a companion or two he found his way out, snapping the ropes and fabric around his hands against one of his sharp fin points, using the now freed claws to tear at the rest of the ropes. From there crashing his way through the brittle metal was easier, spilling out from the cramped space and out into the back of the cart. The driver and his companions were made quick work of and torn to shreds that he'd wrap in excess cloth to use for food another time, undoing the horses' from the cart they pulled before he left the gruesome scene.

He would wander the continent over the course of 4 years, now 24, learning more than he ever would've wanted to about the lands and the inhabitants of it. He'd grown to be cautious and wary, but he didn't shy from attacking when it came to being a necessity.

It wasn't until mid-way through the 3rd year that he had started to follow rivers and coastlines south. It took a long long time before he found a beach that seemed all too familiar to him, eerily so despite nothing being easily identifiable about it. He only dared to look into the waters after the eerie familiarity grew to be too much, careful to swim along the bottom while following a path that came to him almost naturally. The waterlogged wooden boards overgrown with kelp and rotting away grew in number as he swam further along the path, eventually spotting just one of several ships that had long sunk into the graveyard he knew all too well.

A rush of excitement, a hopefulness he hadn't felt in years, swimming faster than he ever thought could be possible with his shredded tail, he looked around almost frantically while checking to make sure he was going the right way. A left at the red sail, a right by the coral ring, another past the half split ship, straight by the stacking rocks. It was the final dip over the drop off that led him to the old den. Happiness like never before was the first thing he felt..until taking a closer look.

Why was it so quiet? Why was the makeshift plank door not there? Even the sands in the front were smooth and shaped only by the currents.

The dread crept over him while he approached his old home, fear ridden of what would be inside.

He wasn't sure if he felt more relieved or hollow seeing the emptiness of it. None of their shell collections or corals they'd brought back were there. All the jewelry and trinkets from the ships? Gone. The "cool rocks" his younger brother had kept along the wall? Not one was there. Why was he even really surprised? They were bound to leave eventually, the area wasn't safe, the farthest thing from it. He can't remember how long it's been, they probably assumed he was dead. He would've assumed the same truthfully, and yet he felt a bit bitter about being left behind.

Crawling back onto the shores he wasn't really certain where to go or what to do..

After a day or two lying beside the beach he once knew to be his home, he finally opted to do the one thing that he'd become exceptionally good at over the years..

He wandered.

Wandered around over the course of the next 8 long, lonely years.

I got incredibly distracted doodling about on a Whiteboard and lost track of time

NEVERTHELESS Shares more of my silly Pressure Witcher brain rot

SO THIS AU, Sebastian was always a monster and always will be a monster. Thus I have decided "You know..Ill design his monstery family too", and now these all exist. Similar to many other beasts in the Witcher verse, his species doesn't actually originate from their current world, though they've been around for the 1500+ years after the Conjunction so shh its fine.

I'm gonna have to probably reblog with more info later because ohhh car sick

[quilloftheclouds]

if i'm not too late: 💮🌸🌴? -penzag

[Ask game in question]

You’re definitely not too late! These asks are still wide open if anyone wants to send over some more! ^u^

💮 What are your oc’s best skills?

The dice have rolled a Colin! Actually this is nice, because my boy has been needing some nicer things lately!

Colin is actually really good at playing the fiddle! He’s naturally pitch perfect and comes up with songs right on the spot! Along with this, he also has an extremely good memory that often goes unnoticed due to his difficulty paying attention. If he did hear you, you can bet that what you said is coming back quoted exactly word-for-word if something comes up to contest it. And yes, this means that you don’t make promises to Colin without taking it seriously. ALSO, this means he’s really good at remembering stories he is told, and his natural charisma makes him an excellent storyteller!

🌸 Who is the most innocent of your ocs? The most guilty?

Oh. How interesting. >u>

Innocent-est would be Colin, right? Or Alixandre? Except both of them have killed someone, so no. (Pirate + Navy sailor on a military ship, remember?)

It would probably be Sheila! Sheila has gotten into her own huge amount of trouble, but her own going against the law has more often included hiding away food to give to people who need it instead of to the British, or hiding away someone close to her wrongly accused of a crime. But out of all of my characters, she still ranks highest on the ‘innocence’ scale.

If we’re talking crimes, as in by law, then Alix technically would be the most innocent, because all of the fighting he’s done has been for the law.

My guiltiest by law-breaking would likely be Dione! She’s had plenty of time to stack up a long list. There’s a good reason for why she’s on the run. Also, Dione is by far my guiltiest character when it comes to having a guilt complex, too.

🌴 If your oc could go on vacation to anywhere they’d like, where would it be?

Looks like we got George for this question! George wants to go home to have a nap.

(OKAY BUT he seriously would love to go home to Port D’Errance. Also if he could visit his mum’s homeland (Northern Ireland) and take her with him? YES. That would likely be his choice!)

[morroodle]

Fuck it. Ninjago (Morro) Pirate au.

Morro is the captain of a ship called The Preeminent and his crew is called the cursed. Morro is a very caring captain, loved and respected by his crew. They're not actually evil they're just in it for a good time.

Ghoultar is in charge of cannons, he's not very smart but cannon go boom. Soul archer is a master gunman but generally perfers a crossbow (it's cooler). Wrayth is the Quartermaster, Morro's right hand and in charge of the ship when the captain's absent (though all 4 kinda share that role). Bansha is part siren in this au and her general job is to shout important information across the ship.

The crew isn't ghosts in this au (because ghost don't like water and that wouldn't work) but they are cursed. They're all undead in a way, unable to age or die naturally and they don't need food or water or sleep (though they do enjoy it). They're also very hard to get rid of making them great pirates despite smaller numbers than most.

The crew meets the ninja in season 14 (season 5 gets yeeted in this au). Nya's powers have been acting up and they start looking for information on wojira. The clues lead them to the island of the keepers but they don't have a ship and are talking about it in a pub when Morro overhears (he was eavesdropping). He offers to give them a ride since he's also been looking for wojira. He's still the master of wind in this au and he uses it to help his ship. He worships wojira and wants to find her just because he can and why not though he dosent have much of a lead, which is why he helps the ninja since they have information. Shit happens they get to the island and something something morro and the storm amulet I don't know I havent thought this far.

[dourpeep]

GIVE ME MERBEDO THOUGHTS THIS IS A THREAT

MERBEDO THOUGHTS?? MERBEDO THOUGHTS

Okay okay okay, time to come up with stuff on the spot hehe hoho *rubs hands together*

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He really isn't all that different from the Albedo that we currently know and love, still sharing an immense love and appreciation for the world around him and constantly making it his mission to discover new things day by day.

Definitely the type to teach himself the language of humans closest to where he resides if there is any sort of language barrier though he notes, with a face, that perhaps finding a way to converse might be harder than he anticipated considering the locals aren't too keen on talking to a man who's seemingly always in the water--but don't get him wrong, he's not a siren- or if he is (he's not) he certainly doesn't eat humans.

Sacralige.

Ah, regardless of his diet, Albedo also pretty much has similar hobbies. Alchemy and magic go hand-in-hand, after all, and while some resources are much more scarce in the ocean, there's a bountiful amount of many others!

Art on the other hand, is a bit more difficult since apart from chiseling away at rocks, he doesn't have the ability to draw or paint underwater. So, instead, he has a comfortable little cave just a little ways near shore where he can store his things that are sensitive to water in a high enough place that they won't get touched when the tide rolls in!

More under the cut because I've gotten sidetracked by Merbedo!

Hmmm what are other general ideas though???

Merbedo, or at least his type (?) of mermaid live a long long time and he's not an artificially made being in the mermaid au. I'm still sticking to the idea that he's kinda?? Like a prince where he has his brother(s) and Rhinedottir is his mother and they live in a cooler part of the ocean where there are large structures almost like underwater mountains nodnod

Mainly because I still think it's a cool idea

Ah! He does have a range of tattoos along his body (more notably his back, shoulders, and neck) that are only barely noticeable but are at the same time a brilliant gold. Think of them as a 'stamp' of his species.

So, theoretically speaking, if I were to draw Rhinedottir or Rubedo they'd also have similar markings but ones that are unique to them, if that makes sense? But then if I were to draw Xiao as a mermaid, he wouldn't have them because he's a different species of mermaid.

Yeah? Yeah

Oh! Another thing--he wouldn't want to really become a human, so much as just experience the world where he's not just restricted to the water. But he'd do it on his own terms (through alchemy, ofc).

I actually have a few ideas with this, one of them being where he ends up in a rehabilitation center with reader being one of the people who are put in charge of helping him??? Maybe something like he gets stranded when too close to shore, gets conked out and someone from the center (reader?) finds him and panics because oh my g O D

either that or he's successful in his leg alchemy and then conks out on the beach because it took a lot of energy and then reader finds him and panics because oh my g O D

But either way it'd naturally go towards the idea of an x reader since that's what I write oishfoiehih

BUT YEAH MERBEDO THOUGHTS

[lammfleisch]

Episode 5 and final thoughts

This was the worst Episode because it completely overstayed it's welcome. The whole "spirit siren bullshit" was super useless if you dont fuse with the alien later on.

The Action scenes looked so bad. Susan never really tried to kill anyone. She was like the vault monster of this game, standing there until the player made a decision. The first Tales game did those scenes so much better.

The whole Doomsday Weapon thing was bullshit because, in the end, susan still fused with the alien, so why making the weapon in the first place? Lots of plotholes.

I did not get the best ending. Fran died but she has her sexy worker with her, so i guess she is happy. (I dont even know why she died tbh. It seemed super random and not because i made a mistake in the final fight. It felt like, she just decided to die or something) The vaultlanders minigame was cute but is basically just buttonmashing. Getting Jack at the end was cute tho.

• Final Thoughts •

The game was way too long. The writting was ridiculous at some point. Everybody lost their bananas during the tediore Invasion, 1½ Episodes later, everybody forgot about it and made TV Shows to earn money for a companyidea?

The music was badly chosen. Not one of those tracks will hit my Best of Borderlands Playlist.

The character arcs of Rhys and Athena were completely destroyed with this game. It's kinda insulting and i hope they never touch these two ever again because, nothing good will happen to them. This game proved it. Maybe it was good for Maya to die. She is now save from the writters.

We never saw Ocks friends again. Its like they never existed. Why do you introduce Daniell and the others if they dont mean anything at the end of the game? The original Tales game had me chose my Team for the final fight, so every character i have meet, had a meaning and place in the story until the very end ... even Claptrap had.

And what happened to the Tediore Team from the Borderlands 3 cut content? I loved those :( i mean these dumb bitches were funny once in a while, but the Tediore bros from BL3 are so much cooler ... we were robbed

But not everything was bad. L0u13 was great. Same goes for Brock and Super Vaultlanders Fan. I enjoyed some of this sitcom kinda humour.

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I'm not sure what the issue is at Gearbox and writting good stories. What happened to the Team that made Borderlands 2? Guys if you need help, get better writters.

Not sure if this game deserves all the hate 100% it got. But its clearly not a 10/10. Not even a 8/10. It's an okay 6/10. Comparwd to the original Tales from the Borderlands the new game is just a 5/10. The writting is really that bad. Please fix this for BL 4.

I even think BL3 had a better story because, atleast, it had its flow.

This is gonna be my reaction Blog to New tales from the Borderlands. Heard only bad things. Lezgo

[gayautobotwolves]

The Beastbots (its oc time <3)

Just making a list of their names+ a vague idea of who they are.

For a quick summary: The beastbots are a squad who stay isolated from other botbots and are typically always in up high places, watching things from up above, they’re essentially the botbot version of a predacon.  Previously a line of robotic dragon toys with the lore on the box and everything, probably from a book series or tv show, the details don’t really matter, however one of them is far different from the rest, ordered from a completely different toyline on accident. 

Midnight Viper- The leader of the squad, doesn’t take anything from anybody and chooses to keep her squad far away from the other botbots, it’s for their own protection. A sorta purple and black shadow-dragon vibe going on with some faint green coloration here and there. Surprisingly friendly, she just doesn’t really like hanging out around the other squads in whole, but she does like a few individuals. The tallest out of the group, while her squad is made up of some rather big toys, she’s the biggest one. Reaches close to a human’s knee when standing at her full height. Her fellow beastbots (excluding Bubbles) are all shorter than her, but not by a large amount, they’re still rather large compared to other botbots.

Thunder Strike- Midnight’s second in command alongside Blizzard Seeker, she takes her role very seriously and follows that little backstory on the back of her box to the letter. She’s got some serious horns and spikes that rival that of her commander, does not hesitate to kill when she has a good reason to, hasn’t actually killed but she’s like 2 seconds away from it. Think Yellow Diamond from Steven Universe, very sparky and very gay.  Gold/white color scheme with hints of blue on her underbelly, her eyes are a bright turquoise blue.

Blizzard Seeker- While not as cool and collected as you’d expect, Blizzard keeps a level head and acts to neutralize Thunder’s constant boiling anger. Essentially part of the team’s impulse control, the other part being their lotus dragon friend. Blizzard seems to be able to stand cooler temperatures, and gets more easily overheated, she’s slept in many freezers throughout the mall, has a few favorite spots that she’s created dens in. Blizzard is one of the more bulky beastbots, she’s still pretty agile, but not as swift as Thunder Strike is. The strongest tail on the team, unless you count Viper’s tail, which has a sharp stinger at the tip. 

Willow Blossom- A dragon that looks almost just like a lotus flower, she’s the calmest beastbot in the entire squad. Willow is a big fan of music, and has a couple instruments of her own, which were probably accessories for her back when she was simply a toy dragon. Willow lacks the bulk that her fellow beastbots have, but she more than makes up for it in her extremely quick and precise movements, Bonsai would be great friends with her, they’re a lot alike. She’s very light on her feet, so it’s kinda difficult to hear her coming half the time. Scares the living daylights out of other botbots this way, even if it’s not on purpose. She also loves to sing and perform, which is one of the few things that bugs her about being isolated, the others are a lovely audience, but she longs to perform for the other botbots. Sometimes she sneaks off to play down by the fountain, which is why some bots whisper of a siren by the fountain water, with her angelic singing and sweet guitar playing. Nobody has really SEEN her, at least up close, though.

Shining Fractal- Covered in crystals, could blind a man in she were caught in too bright of a light, Fractal is practically glowing and she loves to show her beautiful crystal scales to all who will lay eyes on her. Rather carefree compared to her friends, not entirely stuck up per say, but she does get very stuck on her reflection at times and might be a little obsessed with how she looks. This gives her a bit of a struggle because she wants to look perfect constantly, she’s a beautiful crystal dragon so she must not have any smudges or even be the slightest bit unkept. Fractal doesn’t like being seen as anything but perfect, so she spends a lot of time shining herself to sparkle like brand new. Willow is trying to help her with her self-consciousness when it comes to her appearance, it’s a work in progress.  Aside from her personal issues, she’s extremely sweet and loves to give her friends makeovers, very much into fashion and such, will stop whatever she’s doing if you present her with a shiny object. Her nest is full of things like marbles, sparkly rocks and those little plastic gemstones from those capsule machines. 

Bubbles- She doesn’t have lots of lore, she’s hardly bigger than most botbots, Bubbles wasn’t even meant to be where she was when the cloud hit. She was ordered on accident, though the worker hardly paid any mind and just put her next to Viper, so when the cloud hit and they all woke up, the two immediately bonded. Bubbles acts far more childish and is rather innocent compared to the rest of her squad, but she’s happy being with the beastbots. Viper considers Bubbles as her own child, and is completely willing to fight anyone who claims that the cutesy little dragon bot doesn’t belong in the beastbots. Bubbles loves to play games and she’s extremely talkative, a little too much for some, but her squad couldn’t imagine life without her constant conversation.

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 1, Episode 1: PILOT

A/N: A lot of quotes and character dialogue is taken from the show! I am not trying to take credit for the amazing work the writers and actors and everyone involved in this show did! I also left out writing scenes that don’t involve the main group (IE: Ward and Sarah talking with Lana Grubbs) and a few other scenes simply because I wasn’t quite sure how to write them. 

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Word Count: 3579

“The Outer Banks, paradise on earth.” I tune out John B’s voice, ignoring his ‘welcome to the OBX’ speech for the camera. He was determined to make a documentary about our lives this summer, though I really didn’t know why. 

Welcome to the OBX, an island divided in two. You either have two houses or two jobs, that’s what John B always says. That blond boy sitting next to me, that’s JJ. My boyfriend. He’s as local as they come. Latest in a very long line of fishing, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s the best surfer I know. Mild kleptomaniac and probably a future tax cheat. 

The girl across from me is Kiara or Kie. When she’s not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs with us. None of us really know why she’s a rich kid after all. Next to her is the brains of our little operation. Pope. Finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship and the smartest kid I know. 

The kid in the driver’s seat, the one who is paying more attention to his camera than the road, that’s John Booker Routledge, but everyone calls him John B. He’s kinda like my brother. He and his dad took me in when my family dumped me on their front porch when JB and I were about four. He drives me crazy and he knows it. 

And then there’s me. Y/N Y/L/N. Little Routledge as JB likes to call me even though I’m four months older than him. Big John disappeared nine months ago at sea, which means JB and I have been on our own since Uncle T split for Mississippi. Everyone insists that Big John is dead but John B refuses to sign the papers until he sees a body. 

Social workers have been on our asses nearly every day, trying to force us into foster care. John B and I have managed to avoid them so far. 

So this is how our story starts. Me losing nearly all of my second family and a social worker breathing down my neck. 

JB and I are probably the only two people in history to say this but thank god for hurricane Agatha. 

“Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare Island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina…” JB set the radio on the counter, turning up the volume as we listened for a miracle to keep DCS away. 

“Holy shit.” I look outside, taking in the dark sky and swirling wind. “JB, I think we found our miracle!” I shout over the storm siren, fishing my phone out of the couch cushions and dialing the number for DCS. “Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to reschedule.” I blurt into the phone, barely giving the woman time to answer. 

John B rips the phone out of my hand, hanging up and dragging me outside. “We gotta surf the storm surge!” 

“Are you insane?” I stumble after him, dodging tree branches. “Those aren’t surfable waves!” 

“Says who?” He laughs. “Come on!” He drags me along, pausing to grab our boards. 

I run after him, splashing into the water as the storm rages around us. I paddle after John B, surfing a few waves before the storm starts to pick up its pace. “JB! We gotta get inside!” I shout. John B stares out towards the open water, ignoring me. 

“JB!” I shout. “We have to go!” I turn to look at him, my gaze following his extended arm and index finger. My eyes land on a boat, getting tossed around in the storm. “John B, we don’t have time to worry about what those idiots are doing, let’s go!” 

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The morning after a hurricane always feels like something out of a movie. The silence fills the gaps of life, save for the sound of chickens and the occasional shouts from neighbors.

I peel my eyes open, hearing John B moving around in the kitchen. I swing my legs over the side of my bed (which is really just two mattresses stacked on top of each other) and slowly stand up. I shield my eyes from the sunlight pouring in from my windows, moving the towels that double as my curtains out of the way.

I grab my phone from the stack of books next to my bed, checking the time. “No service,” I mutter, opening my door and stepping onto the cold wood floor of the Chateau. 

“JJ, you been outside?” John B asks the blond boy, shaking his shoulder. 

“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk.” JJ mumbles, burying his face deeper into the pillow. 

I make my way to the front door, lightly swatting at JJ to get him up. “Oh man…” I whisper, looking outside. “That’s no good.” I survey the yard, taking in the damage. “What’re you thinking, JB?” 

“I’m thinkin’ that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. It’s God tellin’ us to fish since DCS isn’t getting on a ferry anytime soon.” John B grins. 

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I stand on the bow of the HMS Pogue with JJ, looking at all the damage. “We’ll be cleaning this all summer.” I murmur, shaking my head. 

“That is my nightmare.” John B pipes up from behind the wheel, pulling up parallel to the dock just outside Heyward’s. “Well, look who we have here.” 

“I can’t.” Pope mimics static, pretending to talk into a radio on his shoulder. “My pop’s got me on lockdown.” 

“Your dad’s a pussy. Over.” JJ does the same, looking directly at Heyward. 

“Oh, I heard that, you little bastard.” Heyward glares at JJ.

“We need your son.” JJ flashes one of his signature smiles.

“Yeah, and island rules.” I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. “Day after hurricane’s a free day.” 

“Who made that up?” Heyward looks between me and Pope. 

“Pentagon, I believe.” I laugh. “We have security clearance. I have a card.” 

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward frowns as Pope moves towards the edge of the dock. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow.” Pope moves to jump into the boat as Heyward moves forward. 

“You think - no, no. Hell no. You doin’ it right now.” 

“Get in the boat, Pope,” I whisper. “Make a run for it.” 

Pope leaps into the boat, holding his hat on his head. “I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, dad!” 

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” I call to Heyward, waving. 

The boys whoop and cheer, driving up to Kie’s dock. I smile wide, grabbing onto the dock as we wait for her. 

“Good morning!” Kie hurries down the dock, carrying her usual backpack and cooler, her hair neatly tied up on the top of her head. 

“Welcome aboard, fellow Pogue princess.” I laugh, saluting her. “Whatcha got? Juice boxes?”

“You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks. I made sandwiches too, cut the crusts off how you like ‘em.” She teases, poking my nose. 

I help her onto the boat, grabbing a beer from the cooler as John B drives out into the marsh. He weaves through the channels, leaning back in the captain’s seat, looking as if he’s asleep at the wheel. I wouldn’t be concerned if he was though, he knows these waters better than he knows himself.  

“Can you go a little faster?” JJ asks, stepping up to the bow. “I got a party trick to show you.” He balances on the edge of the boat, tilting the beer bottle, letting the liquid flow freely from the bottle. 

“You’re getting beer in my hair!” Kie and I shout in unison, screaming and falling out of our seats as the boat hits something, stopping immediately. “Jesus, JB!” 

JJ groans, popping up from the water in front of the boat. “I think my heels touched the back of my head.” He chokes out. 

“What did you do?”  I push myself off the deck of the boat, resting a hand on John B’s shoulder. 

“Sandbar.” John B mumbles. “The channel changed.” 

“No shit, genius.” I shake my head. 

“Hey, I saved the beer, though!” JJ cheers. 

“Congrats, J.” I lean over the side, sticking my hand out to him. “Come on.” 

“Guys… I think there’s a boat down there.” Pope calls, looking over the other side of the boat. 

“Shut up, no way.” Kie scoffs. 

“I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.” Pope points. 

I join him on the side, looking down at the shape in the water. “Only one way to find out.” I shrug, quickly discarding my shirt and shorts before diving in. I swim down, peering around in the murky water. My eyes go wide and I swim up, grabbing onto the edge of the boat. “That’s a fucking Grady-White. A new one is like an easy 500 G’s.” 

“That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge.” John B looks at me. “Maybe it hit the jetty or something.” 

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Kie frowns. 

“No, but we’re about to find out.” I smile. 

“It’s way too deep.” JJ shakes his head. “You’re not going down there.” 

“Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B chuckles. “Little Routledge can handle it.” He turns his attention to me, saluting me. “Diver down.” 

“Diver down.” I flip him off before diving back down, searching around the boat. I pop up after a moment, pushing my hair out of my face. 

“Any dead bodies?” Pope asks nervously. 

“Looting potential?” JJ asks at the same time. 

I shake my head, holding up a bright yellow tag with a key attached. “I found this motel key.” 

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I jump out of the boat as we reach the motel, tying the rope around a stump. “So, what’s the plan?” 

“You’ll see, bubba.” John B grabs my wrist and JJ’s arm, pulling us along. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t inspire confidence, dumbass.” I roll my eyes. “This place is a shitshow, doesn’t look like anywhere someone with a Grady-White stays.” 

“Motel or meth lab?” Kie mutters under her breath. 

“You be the judge,” Pope mutters back before giving me a pointed look. “Don’t let your boyfriend do anything stupid.” 

“I can’t make any promises.” I raise my hands in surrender as we walk off, going up the steps of the motel. 

John B leads us to the door, checking the number on the key as JJ knocks on the door. 

“Housekeeping!” JJ calls in a high pitched voice, waiting for an answer. 

“Should we try it?” John B asks, prompting nods from JJ and me.

We enter the room, closing the door behind us. I look around the room, handing John B a map from the bed. I move towards the bathroom, seeing John B messing with the safe out of the corner of my eye. I scan the walls of the dark and dirty room, shining my flashlight around

“You guys are gonna wanna see this.” He murmurs. 

JJ and I hurry over, looking in the safe. “Damn…” I whisper, looking at the stack of money, a gun laying on top of it.

JJ grins like a maniac, grabbing the gun from the safe. 

“JJ, put that down now!” I whisper-shout. 

“Just take a picture of me! Right here and then I’ll put it back!” 

“You want me to take a picture of you?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Make our own incriminating evidence?” I look up, hearing a tapping on the window. I hurry over, looking out to see Pope and Kie jumping up and down. 

“Cops!” Kie shouts quietly. 

“Shit, boys, time to go,” I whisper. “Cops.”

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“Thanks for warning us so quickly.” I laugh, playfully shoving at Kie’s shoulder as we push off from the motel. 

“We would have warned you sooner except Pope was on the math team.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asks. 

“No, I don’t think so.” JJ sighs before pulling out the gun and a stack of cash. “ Oh, yeah, we did.” 

“Are you serious?” Pope shouts in a high pitched voice. “I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.” 

“At least you have us, right?” JJ grins. 

“I’m living the nightmare,” Pope whispers to himself. 

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“It’s Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got.”

“Dead body.”

“Insane.”

“Holy shit.” 

“What kind of boat did he have?”

“Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it.” 

The words seemed to hover around us as we drove back to the Chateau, following us as we collapsed into chairs on the porch. 

“Okay… so, um… we didn’t see anything.” John B takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair. “We don’t know anything.”

“We need to have total and complete amnesia.” Pope nods. 

“Actually, Pope is right for once.” JJ nods, slinging an arm around me as he slides into the seat next to me. “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny.” 

“We can’t keep that money.” Kie paces up and down the porch. 

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.” JJ sighs. 

I lightly push at his chest, giving him a look. “We have to pass it off to Lana Grubbs.”

“Otherwise, it's bad karma.” Kie nods in agreement. 

“I don’t agree.” John B murmurs from the corner. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’,” 

“We have to see what’s in the cargo hold of that wreck,” I speak up. “For now, we lay low and act normal.” 

“Kegger?” JJ grins. 

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As JB always says; you can’t understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They’re mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks. 

I smile, making my way across the sand with drinks for me and JJ, passing Pope along the way. 

“It's kinda weird when on TV, we see people die, and they kinda just sit there, but in actuality, they would be shitting and farting up a storm.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk past Pope and the fire. I make my way over to JJ’s usual spot; a fallen tree half-buried in the sand. I hand JJ his drink, sipping mine. “Poor Pope.” I snicker, glancing at the other boy over my cup. “He just can’t figure out how to talk to girls.” 

“Sarah! Sarah, be careful, okay?” 

I turn my attention towards the metal buoy stuck in the sand, recognizing Topper’s voice as he tries to coax Sarah down from the buoy. 

That’s Sarah Cameron. Kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. JB works on her dad’s boats and I was supposed to be helping her stepmom with gardening but have basically become a glorified babysitter for the princess. And that’s Topper. Her not so pleasant boyfriend. Just saying his name makes me want to vomit. He actually thinks Pogues were bred to mow lawns. 

I watch as Topper lifts Sarah down, starting to walk her up the beach and back towards his car. I barely see JJ move forward, extending a cup in her face. 

“Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” JJ smirks, frowning when she declines. “Is it not fancy enough for you?” 

“I’ll take it.” Topper reaches for the cup, glaring as JJ pulls it away. 

“If you said pretty please, maybe.” JJ teases. 

Topper moves to grab the cup, knocking into JJ’s hand and spilling the drink all over Sarah. “Dirty Pogues!” Topper growls as Sarah pushes him back. 

John B moves in front of JJ as I pull him away. Topper lunges at John B, knocking him into the water. “ Don’t make me drown you like your old man, all right?” Topper shouts, holding John B down in the water. 

JJ rushes forward, pressing the gun to Topper’s head and clicking the safety off. 

“JJ!” I gasp.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski.” JJ huffs as Topper raises his hands in surrender, standing up. 

“Check your psycho boyfriend, Y/N!” Sarah whines.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” JJ fires the gun twice into the air, watching as the crowd scatters.

“So much for laying low!” Pope hisses at JJ, helping Kie pick John B from the water. 

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The next morning, JB was up before the roosters started crowing. The rest of the Pogues had returned to their respective homes. Kie had taken Pope home before returning to her house in Figure 8. JJ had left a small kiss on the crown of my head before disappearing into the trees.

I wander out of my room, wiping sleep from my eyes. “You look like you just swallowed a jellyfish.” I bump shoulders with John B. 

“Sheriff Peterkin just left…” He mumbles. “She’s asking questions. She said she can help us with DCS if we help her.”  

“Well… we’ll just give her the most information we can without us getting in trouble.” I sigh. 

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“The three of us! We’ve got nothing to lose!” JJ huffs, gesturing between me, John B, and himself. “You’re not calling this off, John B. I have a plan. We borrow some scuba gear from Cameron’s big boat and then we go down to the wreck.” 

We probably should’ve learned a long long time ago to never listen to JJ. He’s filled to the brim of bad ideas, like stealing from JB’s rich boss. 

Big John said the island was America on steroids. The haves and have-nots like anyplace, but magnified and multiplied. The way JB and I see it, the game’s rigged. Maybe it always has been. No parents, money, and no one looking out for us. We got no chance unless we make it on our own. 

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“You took empty tanks, JB.” I sigh. 

“This one’s a quarter full.” John B mumbles. 

“So enough for one of us… I just love it when a plan comes together.” I rub my head in annoyance. 

“Does anyone even know how to dive?” John B asks.

“I read about it,” Pope speaks up.

“Great, Pope read about it. So someone’s gonna die.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ asks.

“If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope leans back in the captain’s seat. 

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ giggles, bending over the wheel.

“The bends kill you.” Pope sighs, making JJ’s eyes go wide.

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We all circle around John B as he kneels on the dock, holding the bag from the wreck. 

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope huffs. 

“Damn, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” I snicker.

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Open the bag.”

John B opens the bag, pulling out a canister. He twists open the canister, letting a small circular compass fall out. 

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right.” Pope sighs. “Good job, everybody. We found a compass. It's not worth anything.” 

“This was my father’s.” John B mumbles. 

[eventidespirits]

Adam Allistair Freemont

Aliases: Edwin Lockhart, William Silva, Francis LaRue, Everett Brighton, James Fenwick

Apparent Age: "29"

Birthday: August 11th, 1897

Death Day: December 19th, 1926

Species: Vampire (Siren Bloodline)/Bloodbound Spirit

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Primarily Heterosexual

Occupation: Photographer

Residence: Santa Marta, California; Morgan Kendrick's Psychic Realm

Universe: Primarily original lore but also Vampire the Masquerade where he's a Camarilla Toreador who defected to the Sabbat.

Appearance:

Height: 6'0

Build: Tall and lanky with angular shoulders and long limbs. He has a trim, lightly muscled physique with long delicate fingers and soft hands.

Eye Color: Luminous Yellow/Gold with slitted cat-like pupils and a darker, amber band around the edges.

Hair Color/Texture: Black, 1b hair texture. Just long enough for the ends to brush against his shoulders. Partially brushed back and parted to the right but a significant amount of his hair ends up falling into his face.

Face: Angular with a square jaw and high cheekbones. He has a mostly straight nose with a slight convex curve to the bridge. He has deep set eyes with heavy lids and dark circles and usually looks somewhat sleepy but in a strangely sensual way. Defined lips that are usually curved into a sadistic little smirk. He's quite attractive but in a way that feels vaguely dangerous or even predatory.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Adam has bright golden eyes with slitted cat-like pupils. He also has a rather large, jagged scar on his back, located between his shoulder blades. I'd include his *other* distinguishing characteristic but that's kinda NSFW ;)

Posture/Body Language: Confident, even arrogant, chin up, shoulders back but not in a way that looks particularly stiff. His body language is generally relaxed and easy, bringing to mind a big cat at rest -- there's always something about the way he moves that implies a predatory nature laying beneath his cool, collected surface. Adam walks with clear purpose and long, smooth strides and always knows how to make an entrance.

Voice: Soft and smooth with a deep timbre and confident inflection. Adam's voice is somewhat like poisoned honey or arsenic laced velvet -- smooth and sweet but with something slightly off.

Clothing Style: Adam prefers dark colors -- burgundy, blood red, black, charcoal, rich deep browns and the ocassional pop of gold or cream or a white dress shirt. He wears primarily expensive, tailored button downs made from things like silk, velvet or very high thread count cotton with the sleeves rolled up and the top three (or four) buttons undone. Sometimes with brocade, floral or striped patterns. If it's cooler out, he'll wear a black blazer or something similar. When it comes to pants, it's almost entirely black or charcoal tailored pants or pitch black jeans. He usually wears very few accessories -- a nice watch, a belt, a silver and garnet ring and a pendant on a thin silver or gold chain. Generally wearing pointed toe oxfords or other dress shoes. When it comes to outerwear, Adam generally prefers things like wool coats and the ocassional leather jacket (always real leather, too) (to get a better idea, check out his [Pinterest Board]

Skills

Social: Manipulation, Lying, Gaslighting, Flirting, Proper Etiquette, Public Speaking, Blame Shifting, Negging, Seduction

Physical: knife combat, some hand to hand combat, basic combat training (circa 1914), long range firearms/sniping, Ballroom Dancing, Fencing, Horseback riding, the carnal arts

Talents: Photography, Drawing, Poetry, Lying, Being an Asshole, Manipulation, Painting, Seduction, Sex

Knowledges: Fluent in French & Italian, Masters in Psychology (circa 1926), Photo Development (wet plate, autochrome, modern methods), some basic knowledge of financial law and property law

Hobbies: Photography, writing, breaking pretty girls, avoiding his deep-seated psychological issues, general hedonism

Special: Emotional Influence, Telepathy, Emotional Transference, Enhanced Stamina, Enhanced Strength, "Immortality", Enhanced Senses (esp sight), minor regeneration, sweet blood, emotional radar/supernatural empathy, hypnosis/mind control

Psyche

Strengths: Charismatic, quick-thinking, clever, good at understanding the thought processes of others, empathetic, deeply romantic, treats service workers well, dedicated, generally calm, high emotional intelligence, has critical thinking skills, polite*, can be incredibly sweet, adaptable, pays a lot of attention to his partners in bed, passionate, artistic, creative, protective

Weaknesses: selfish, self-absorbed, arrogant, manipulative, almost completley lacks compassion, disdain for basically everyone around him, dishonest, has a horrible temper, needs constant attention and praise, has a massive inferiority/superiority complex, overconfident, easily susceptible to flattery, deep-seated intimacy issues, can't stand being wrong, terrified of vulnerability, paranoid, detached from his own emotions/denies his own humanity, callous, sadistic, can be incredibly rude, actually a bit of a coward, condescending, possessive, jealous and generally kind of a dick.

Fears: genuine intimacy, abandonment/loneliness,true death, being buried alive

Goals: To finally create the perfect art piece (i.e., break someone in just the right way -- he's not even sure what this MEANS, he's just sure he'll "know" when he finally does it), to just enjoy his immortality.

Personality: On the surface, Adam seems likable enough -- at least, at first. He's incredibly charming and thoughtful, often anticipating people's wants before they're even able to articulate them, witty, intelligent and seemingly very polite...

But beneath that surface lurks a spoiled rich kid who learned early on in life that having money, being good looking and charming meant he could get away with almost anything. Adam is self-absorbed and arrogant and almost everything he does is a carefully crafted performance intended to get people on his side and manipulate them into doing what he wants.

Beneath even that, which he desperately tries to ignore, is a little boy who was spoiled by his mother and entirely ignored by his (largely absent) father -- a young man who was traumatized by being forced to fight in WWI and who is full of deep-seated fears and insecurities.

To make up for this, Adam is often sadistic towards the people around him -- but in that way where it's difficult to tell that he's actually being cruel until one looks back at the conversation.

He has difficulty genuinely connecting to others because of those insecurities and instead uses his powers as a Siren to make the people around him love and adore him-- no matter how badly he treats them.

Life

Best Memory: Being gifted his first camera, meeting his Maker.

Worst Memory: Somewhere between when he almost died during WWI and his actual death...

Biggest Achievement: Getting his Masters

Prized Possession: Silver and Garnet ring gifted to him by his Maker, his first camera, his black 2020 Ferrari Portofino (with the red leather interior), (he also has an engraved custom sniper rifle but a friend picked the model and shit for me and I cannot remember what it is for the life of me)

Favorite Color: Red, Gold

Favorite Food:

-Mortal Food: Partial to anything rich and flavorful, prefers food that's not pointlessly ostentatious (nothing coated in gold leaf, that's absurd), dry red wines, Italian Cream Cake, Eggs Benedict, Crepes Suzette

-Blood: Blood taken in the heat of the throes of passion from someone that's truly and deeply in love with and obsessed with him...

Favorite Scents: Blood, Gasoline, Cloves, Cinnamon, Resin, YSL Nuit, roses, vanilla, rain, the sharp smell of a cloudless winter night

Favorite Songs: Winter, 1st Movement - Vivaldi, Raindrops - Chopin, La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Can't Leave Home Without: At least one knife somewhere on his person.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Childhood: Adam is the only child out of six in his family to survive to adulthood with four older siblings who had either in infancy, had been stillborn or died of tuberculosis when Adam was still too young to remember them. He had one younger sibling, a sister named Mary who was killed in an accident at the age of 6 when Adam was 8 years old. His parents were already a little bit older by the time he was born and his father was the owner of an incredibly lucrative railroad line and had profited greatly from the Gold Rush as well as owning multiple properties in San Francisco and neighboring Santa Marta...

Due to the loss of her other children, Adam's mother doted on him -- giving into his every whim, supplying him with the best education she could and basically just spoiling the ever loving fuck out of him. His father, on the other hand, was always busy with work and when he was home, had nothing but criticism for Adam who desperately tried to gain his approval to no avail.

Adolescence: Adam developed a passion for photography as a teenager and discovered that being good-looking, clever and rich meant he could get away with A LOT more than most people and also meant that he rarely heard "no" and accepted it as an answer even less often (though he rarely resorted to force to get his way, relying instead on bribery, flattery, blackmail and implied threats). All of this gave him quite an interest in psychology and he intended to become a clinical psychologist. During his adolescence, Adam would have a great many girlfriends and despite being a selfish and manipulative little shit, was actually not the world's worst boyfriend and no hint of the violent temper and genuine sadism he'd develop after being Changed.

Adulthood: Adam's education would be interrupted by the outbreak of WWI,which if asked he will describe as "incredibly distasteful and personally inconvenient." He was a skilled marksman and sniper but was otherwise unremarkable -- much to his father's disdain. After nearly dying in one of the trenches of France after taking a grievous bayonet wound in the last few months of the war, Adam would be sent back from the frontlines and would shortly begin work on continuing his education...

However -- despite the fact that he would complete all seven years necessary to get his degree, Adam's interest in becoming an actual psychologist wouldn't ever come to fruition. In 1925, he would meet Amelia Madeleine Smith -- an unbelievably beautiful and charming socialite from Santa Marta who would see Adam's potential as a source of money and influence for the Nightingale Court of Northern California. She would spend the next year carefully grooming him to become her protege -- manipulating him much in the same way he would later manipulate the women he dates as a vampire -- using emotional transference, mind control and mundane manipulation to cause him to fall madly in love with her... In December of 1925, Amelia would finally perform the ritual of transformation on him and bring Adam over into the world of the Supernatural.

Unfortunately for Adam, his Change would take nearly two weeks to complete -- two weeks spent in absolute agony beyond anything he'd experienced before. Amelia, believing the most important first step for a newly born vampire is to break their bonds to humanity would kidnap his mother during this change and leave her for him to kill upon waking. Adam would remain with Amelia (who used her bond as Adam's maker to control most of his actions and her abilities as a Siren to continue to influence his emotions) until 1980 when she was killed by a member of the Bram Park Wolf Pack in Santa Marta, leaving Adam behind. During this period, Adam would end up being "taken in" by a bonded pair of Stryza -- Camille Belikova and Lucy DeSantos and would act as their primary draw for new playthings.

Recent: Adam met Morgan Kendrick at the Velvet Box goth club in Santa Marta when Morgan was twenty two years old and would sweep her off her feet, intending to make her into his "masterpiece"... Three years into this relationship, Adam would finally Change Morgan, which would break the initial control he had over her and result in her, in a fit of rage, completely draining him and through a magical fluke, causing his spirit to become bonded/fused with her blood...

Recently, Adam's presence has disappeared from Morgan's psyche due to the machinations of Miss Belikova and her wife -- though it appears that the two of them are still inextricably linked in a way beyond the usual bond between Maker and Fledgling.

Relationships

Family: Lawrence Freemont (Father; Deceased), Anne Freemont (Mother; Deceased), Mary Freemont (Sister; Deceased)

Lovers: Amelia Smith (Maker; Deceased), Morgan Kendrick (Fledgling, Ex, Soulbond), Many other unnamed girls.

Friends: Camille Belikova, Lucille DeSantos, Jonathan Andreason

Enemies: Morgan Kendrick, the Bram Park Wolfpack

Acquaintances: Miranda Cortez (Queen of the Nightingale Court of Santa Marta)

Income: Moderately Wealthy

Vehicles: 2020 Ferrari Portofino

Residences: Penthouse Apartment in Vista Rosa, a small Victorian row house in Val Del Mar and a 1br/1ba apartment in Park Verde (all located in Santa Marta)

[negasonicteenagemess]

Fall For Me peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Request: This is my first ever request so I hope this is clear, clumsy reader has a crush on the adorable peter parker and peter has a crush on the readers more confident superhero self. Kinda like miraculous ladybug if you've ever watched it? Both are like hero partners and peter really wants to know who she is but she thinks they shouldn't know eachothers identities because it might affect how they work. And somehow peter finds out her identity? Hopefully this is okay, I love your writing💌 

No FFH Spoilers (as I wrote this before I saw the movie) But I just finished playing “The Heist” dlc for the spider-man ps4 game, so this has small Black Cat vibes (and also a few other references in the game)

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Superhero name: Khaos (Chaos, but spelled in a greek wayyyy)

Y/N and Spider-Man both sat perched side by side on the edge of the dirty top of a New York roof under the dark sky. Well it wasn’t technically Y/N, it was her alter ego; Khaos. Spider-Man and Khaos, the famous dynamic duo of New York. They were the city’s protectors, and everyone looked up to them. Clad in her usual white full body suit, black boots and black domino mask (a mask styled like Robin’s), she gazed at the sky looming above her, starless from light pollution.

“I really miss the stars,” she muttered softly.

Spider-Man turned to face her with the mechanic eyes on his mask slightly widened. “Where’d you used to live before here? Ya know, where you were able to see the stars?” The man questioned, trying to get the smallest piece of information about who she was.

She glanced at him with a small smirk, “nice try, Spider, but I’m not telling you anything.” He huffed, looking down and shaking his head, “well it was worth a try.”

The masked girl raised a brow at the statement and sarcastically replied, “was it though?”  

“It’s always worth a try with you babe,” he cockily said, making Khaos roll her eyes and shake her head.

The girl jumped down onto the nearest lamp post to get closer to the group of men. Spider-Man followed her footsteps, but on a different post.

They both looked over the group, taking note on each man’s position. They’d recently discovered that one of New York’s famous mob families was trying to bust into a bank. They immediately thought of stopping them before the crime ensued.

“I got this one Spider,” Khaos muttered through the earpiece imbedded in her mask. She jumped down, knocking the man in the head before hiding to find her next target.

Spider-Man stealthily webbed the man up and sticking him to the lamppost. He jumped down, nearing closer to the girl. “Okay, what do we do now?” He questioned as he crouched down, looking at Khaos before looking around the entrance of the bank.

“There’s about twelve of them left, and they’re all clustered together,” she stated, looking above the crate she hid behind, “so there aren’t many options.”

Spider-Man looked around, seeing the dozen men, “go in guns blazing?” Khaos smiled at the comment, “well since you’re best at that, then by all means, let’s do it.”

He shot her finger guns, standing up straighter, “this is why you’re my number one girl, K.”

He walked closer and made sure the group of men would be able to hear him. “Hey, do you guys know the way to Rykers?”

All the men turned to face him, aiming their guns at the red and blue target. “No? Well I’ll guess you’ll find out soon,” he mocked, shooting a web at one of the men to grab the gun. Spider-Man swung it around, hitting anyone in a close vicinity.

He chucked the rifle at the man he stole it from, knocking him out. He shot webs at a bald guy, webbing him to the concrete beneath them. Bullets flew out of guns and due to his ‘spider sense’ he was able to dodge all of them.

Spider-Man shot a web, pulling himself closer to the group of men, dodging and throwing punches. “You know, you can join at any time Khaos,” he grunted, jumping over one man to web him with another guy.

He heard her chuckle into her mic, “why? It’s fun to watch you struggle.” He threw a web grenade, webbing most of the men, but still having to deal with five other lads.

“Please,” he begged, his voice straining. Y/N could tell that he sugarcoated his pleas and knew he could handle all of those guys, but she jumped in to help him. Or, flew down from where she was rather. “Hey guys,” she taunted as she levitated in the air, darkness clouding around her hands as the guns in the mob members’ hands were pulled away from them and behind the superhero duo.

“Now, I suggest you boys put your hands up,” she demanded in a sickly-sweet tone, and out of fear, they listened.

Spider-Man webbed them to the wall of the bank. “Why couldn’t you do that to begin with?” He suggested out of breath as he walked close to Khaos when she landed on the ground. Her eyebrows raised, the mask moving with them, “well you wanted to go in guns blazing if I recall.”

He scoffed, pointing to the men webbed to the wall, “what you can do is ten times cooler than what I can do, princess.” She blushed, but Spider-Man didn’t notice due to the nearby police sirens and flashing lights distracting him.

Khaos sighed and levitated in the air again, “gotta call it a night, Spider. Same time tomorrow?” They both knew that was just a harmless joke, as they fought crime together every day.

He smiled under the mask, “you know it darling. I’ll be counting down the minutes.” Khaos rolled her eyes with a small smile, “see ya Spider.”

She flew away into the dark sky as Peter leapt and swung in the opposite direction. He sighed, looking over the New York skyline, “one day, she’ll fall for me.”

Y/N jumped into her room, huffing as she pulled her mask off. “Another day, another city saved,” she mumbled while taking off the rest of her superhero getup. She plopped onto her bed, making sure to set the alarms on her phone. Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning at school before the bell rang, Peter walked up to Y/N, Ned, with Betty glued to his hip, and Michelle. “Hey guys,” he approached, pausing the song that was blaring through his headphones.

“H-Hey Peter,” Y/N greeted, with excited nervousness lacing her voice and obvious bags under her eyes. Peter smiled at her, but then to the rest of his friends.

“What’s up?” He asked, stuffing his phone into the back pocket of his pants. Ned took this as his chance to speak. “Oh, we were just talking about Spider-Man,” he stated emphasizing the hero’s name with wide eyes at Peter, “and Khaos at some bank last night.”

The group of teens nodded as Peter glared at Ned. “Y-Yeah they stopped this mob family, and it was awesome,” Y/N said excitedly. The excitement diminished as she corrected herself, “it looked awesome! Do you wanna see the video? It’s security footage from the bank that was released this morning.”

Her smile was bright as the other three continued their conversation. Peter nodded and she eagerly pulled out her phone and went to step closer than him. MJ, watching her movements, took this as a chance to trip her friend, knowing what the result would be.

So, Y/N tripped over MJ’s foot, a small yelp escaping her lips. To her surprise, she didn’t hit the floor. She fell straight into the arms of Peter Parker. “Woah easy there,” he chuckled smoothly with his arms around her, trying to steady her. Y/N’s cheeks turned bright red, unknowing of the small smirk on Michelle’s face.

The group of teenagers paused their conversation at the scene unfolding between the two. Y/N slowly pulled herself from his arms, “s-sorry Pete.” She was so embarrassed, she didn’t know what to say, “I’ve just, it’s been a weird night. I’m really out of it.”

The statement caused Peter to raise his brows and their friends, yet again, went back to their own conversation. “What’d you do?” He questioned, moving his hands off her forearms.

Y/N’s mouth dropped, and she tried to find the words to say. “I, uhh, I stayed up really late… watching the Godfather.”

Peter felt skeptical over her response but quickly brushed it off. “Good movie choice,” he snickered. Y/N smiled and nodded her head, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.    

She opened the video on YouTube, then handed her phone to Peter. She stood next to him and watched as the crime fighting duo fought.

“He’s so cool” he mumbled under his breath. “Yeah, but Khaos is ten times cooler,” Y/N stated matter of factually.

“Obviously,” he said with a playful tone, “she’s a total badass.” Y/N was beaming when she heard this. The boy who she has liked since freshmen year thought she was a badass. Or, well, her alter ego. But nonetheless, she would take that as a win.

What Y/N missed was the longing look in Peter’s eyes. He just wanted Khaos to feel the same way. He had a crush on her ever since they started fighting crime together. It was nice having someone to talk to about superhero stuff. She was so understanding and caring, and she cared about this city as much as he did.

Sadly, for him, she didn’t care about him the same way he did for her.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of first period. They all bid their farewells as Betty, Ned and Peter walked down a different hall than MJ and Y/N.

“Did you really have to trip me?” She questioned on the embarrassing encounter that happened just moments ago once she was sure Peter was out of earshot. Michelle shrugged her shoulders and they rounded the corner, “oh come on. We both know you’d do anything to fall into his arms.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed red, “I-I mean you’re not wrong.” She scratched the back of her neck, now wanting to have a different topic of discussion.

“And the Godfather? Really Y/N?” MJ judged. Y/N groaned covering her face with her hands, “I didn’t know what to say. I panicked.”

Michelle laughed lightly, “alright Khaos. Just try not to blow your cover next time.” She patted her friend’s back quickly with the sarcastic retort, Y/N rolling her eyes.

On the other side of the school, after Ned walked Betty to class, with Peter third wheeling, the two began to talk about something…chaotic.

“Ned, I can’t even begin to describe her,” Peter responded after Ned questioned Khaos’s character.

“She’s just perfect. I don’t know,” he stopped himself, realizing that he sounded kind of pathetic talking about a girl who’s name he didn’t even know.

Ned was slightly confused, “so why hasn’t she told you who she is?” They walked through the door of their chemistry class, and Peter just sighed as he dropped into his seat.

“She thinks it’s unprofessional and that it’ll do more harm than good,” he ran a hand through his brown locks, before leaning his chin on his hand. “And no matter how hard I try,” he continued, “She won’t tell me anything about her! She’s like-like a closed book.” He couldn’t think of the proper words, but he knew it’d get the point across.

Ned nodded his head understandingly as the bell rang yet again, causing a good portion of the class to quiet down.

After many tedious hours, school was finally over meaning one thing in Y/N’s mind; time to punch assholes. She made sure to get home as soon as possible to switch into her suit. Once she did, she, gracefully, jumped out the window and flew straight to 43rd street, to her and Spider-Man’s meeting point.

She landed on the top of the building, already seeing the blue and red suit. He was sat on the edge of the building, a pizza box on his lap with a few slices already gone. “Hey Spider,” Y/N, or Khaos, greeted, sitting right next to her fellow hero.

He looked up and nodded his head as a hello, with his mouth was full of pizza. “You wanna piece?” He asked, his mouth full of the cheesy treat. Y/N chuckled, “yes please.”

She grabbed a piece and started munching on the New York staple. “Any plans for today?” She asked before taking another bite. Spider-Man shook his head, “nah, just good ole classic crime fighting.”

“Ah, I love good ole classic crime fighting,” she stated over dramatically causing Spider-Man to laugh. She is amazing. His laughter died down and he just looked at her, through his mask, with an admirable look in his eyes.

It took Khaos a second to notice, “what?” Her voice was soft but was still able to be heard over the loud New York traffic.

He wanted to scream ‘you’re by far the best person in the world, please date me’ but decided against it. “Nothing,” he muttered, going back to enjoying the pizza before him.

“So, how was your day?” He asked, dragging out the final word. Khaos huffed, shaking her head as she finished the slice of the pizza.

“Remember that guy I told you I had a crush on?” She asked and he nodded. He was always so adamant to hear her stories. He liked hearing them because it was the least bit of info, he got from her.

“Well,” she cleared her throat, “I made an absolute fool of myself in front of him.” She groaned leaning her head on his shoulder for a second, recounting the beginning of the school day.

“And he brushed off my idiocy like it was nothing, so I’m gonna take that as a good sign,” she chuckled at herself. Spider-Man laughed too, wiping his gloved hands on the side of his suit.

“You want the last piece?” Spider-Man asked, holding the box so that she could grab it. She eagerly grabbed the food; her hunger soon satiated.

He momentarily left to throw the box away. “Best pizza in the city,” he complimented as he came back empty handed.

“Indeed,” Khaos stated goofily, finishing off the pizza and standing up next to her friend.

“What was you’re day like Mr. Man?” She asked, mocking the tone of reporters while pretending to hold a fake microphone in front of him.

He cleared his throat, “well, as you know, high school is a bummer.” His voice sounded comical, almost like a man from the fifties.

She nodded in agreement, giggling slightly at the current interaction. “Painstakingly long for who knows what? Teenagers don’t deserve this!”

His mockery tone got louder as the gag between the two proceeded. Khaos laughed louder at his newfound ‘anger’.

“Alright, alright easy there Jameson,” she retorted, noting the hero’s fake anger as one similar to the Spider-Man hating reporter. He let out a sigh, “can’t help it. High school certainly is a menace.”

Khaos smiled, shaking her head and looking at her lap. The pair looked up quickly at the sound of sirens. Spider-Man hopped up onto the ledge, now standing.

“Well,” he held out a hand for Khaos to take, “duty calls, love.” She took his hand, pulling herself up from her seated position. He jumped off the building quickly after, swinging through the buildings. Khaos followed hot on his tail, only flying instead.

Their night proceeded with fighting bad guys and helping drunk people get home safely. They both knew that this is what they loved doing, despite the fact that the pair always ended up in bruises, they knew they had to protect the people of this city. Cause at this point no one else could. And respectfully, being Spider-Man and Khaos was something neither of them would ever give up.

So, the next day during lunch, Y/N approached her group of friends at the usual table they sat at. When she appeared, they abruptly ended their conversation, awkwardly trying to pretend that they weren’t just being secretive. “Sorry I’m late guys. Had to talk to my math teacher,” she explained, taking a seat next to MJ and across from Ned.

With a raised brow, she questioned their odd behavior. “What’s up with you guys?” The three of her friends looked between each other mysteriously.

“Um we were just talking about Betty,” MJ saved, diverting Y/N’s attention to Ned’s absent girlfriend.

“Oh,” she acknowledged, “is she okay?” Ned was joyous at her concern and with a small smile he responded, “yeah she’s really sick, but she’s gonna be fine.”

Y/N nodded, taking a bite of her lunch. “Hey Ned, I completely forgot,” MJ’s voice overdramatic, obviously hinting at something, “I have something to do over…there.” She directed towards the back end of the cafeteria at nothing in particular.

Ned caught on, as well as Peter and Y/N but the two of them stayed silent. “Oh, yeah sure.”

Michelle and Ned stood up and walked across the cafeteria. “You gonna tell me what that was about, Pete?” She questioned with a quirked brow.

He sighed, brushing his hands off and leaning his elbows on the table. “S-So they’re trying to convince me to ask this girl out,” he explained, not noticing the small frown forming on Y/N’s lips. She constantly heard about him gushing over some mystery girl, but she never knew who it was.

Y/N nodded her head slowly as Peter continued, “and-and, oh God this is stupid.” He rubbed his hands over his face letting out a sigh.

“Do you wanna go to dinner with me tonight?” His voice was soft, and extremely kind. Her eyes widened and she was stunned. “W-What?” She whispered, leaning in as if she misheard him. He smiled at her action, “I just… I don’t know. It’d be nice to get to know you better. We’ve been friends for so long, but I feel like I don’t really know you.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Y/N was still in shock, with raised eyebrows. Peter chuckled, now filled with anxiety, “what do you say?” She felt like this was all a dream. In what world would this ever happen?

She nodded her head, a lovely smile gracing her lips, “I’d love too.” Peter mimicked her smile, “that’s great! Send me your address and I’ll meet you there at seven thirty?”

Y/N was at a loss for words. The boy she had a huge crush on actually wanted to go out with her. “Yeah that sounds good,” she replied, grabbing her phone and going to his contact to send the message.

As if on cue, Michelle and Ned came back to the table. “Hey guys, sorry for that… kerfuffle,” Ned greeted as he took his seat next to Peter. MJ shrugged, “sorry Ned. I just really needed help...over there. As far away from this table as possible for roughly five minutes.”

Peter and Y/N shared a suspicious glance, both knowing the real reason why they left. “Yeah obviously,” Peter sarcastically retorted, going back to eating his meal.

The rest of the day pursued, and Y/N had a hard time focusing. She had a date with the Peter Parker for crying out loud. The boy she had a crush on for what felt like forever.

So, when the bell rang, she practically bolted out of the school, trying to finish the day as fast as possible. When she was certain she was in a safe ally way, she pulled out her suit and admired it. “God, I love this,” she whispered, quickly changing into the suit.

Grabbing the mask, she flew up and simultaneously put the black disguise on her face. She met up with Spider-Man soon after. “Glad you can make it Khaos,” he said sarcastically, but not with anger, with a playful tone.

“Ah well you know. Had to take my sweet time putting on the suit.” She dramatically retorted, twirling around to emphasize the suit while still in the air.

“And you look as gorgeous as ever,” he theatrically stated, directing his hands toward her to ‘point out’ her beauty. She chuckled at his dramatic flair.

“Come on, what law-breaking citizens do you got for me today Spider-Man?” She asked, finally landing in front of him on the roof top.

He gave her a rundown of the crimes in the city, since he had intercepted police radio stations months ago for this exact reason. So, for hours after this, the pair went around the city, helping people, punching bad guys, the standard superhero 101.

It wasn’t overly unbearable today, so it made the day kind of fun for the both of them. Patrolling was typically like that, though.

“Well, hate to break it to you Spidey, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to cut today’s rendezvous short,” she confessed after hours of crime fighting.

He snorted, “why? You gotta hot date or something?”

She shrugged her shoulders with a smirk, “maybe I do.” Khaos shot back, walking closer to the ledge. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Spider,” she jumped off the building and from the place he was standing, Spider-Man stared in awe as she flew away.

Since Y/N got a little sidetracked, she got back to her apartment at seven seventeen. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled as she quickly tried to get ready. At seven forty, she heard her doorbell ring through the house. She squealed, practically running to the door.

Fixing her hair, she slowly opened the door. A smile appeared on her face as she saw Peter Parker look up at her. “Hey,” he greeted with a blush.

“Hi, Pete,” she awkwardly replied, holding onto the door handle still. “Oh, I got you something,” he said swinging his backpack in front of him. He unzipped the bag, pulling out a bit of unkempt flowers.

“They, uh, they kinda got disheveled,” he pointed out, embarrassed by the state of his small gift to her.

“I mean, I think they’re alright,” she giggled, and he blushed like crazy. It was cute. He handed her the flowers and she went to put them in a vase. “You can come in Peter, I’ll just be a sec,” she shouted from some random place in the apartment as she searched for a vase.

Peter walked in, still awkward, while pretending to go on his phone. Y/N came back, the vase with flowers now perched on a table. They soon left, walking to the restaurant that was roughly twenty minutes away. They had the typical random small talk ‘oh how is your day?’ or ‘how’s school been?’

But at the restaurant, which was nothing fancy other than being on the rooftop of one of New York’s tall buildings, it got more personal. He opened up about when he lost his Uncle and how he was an orphan most of his life. Y/N talked about her personal life, excluding Khaos. And it was nice, the date was going well, and the sun was already gone.

Their meals have been done and eaten, but their night continued. “Man, I really miss the stars,” she mentioned as she looked up at the dark, starless sky. Peter’s eyes went wide as he diverted his gaze from the stars to her, “what did you just say?” He couldn’t believe what he just heard. She sounded just like Kha-

His thoughts were interrupted as gunshots were heard. They shared worried looks with one another. Everyone on the rooftop ran inside as quick as they could while Y/N and Peter ran to the ledge of the building to see what happened, Peter grabbing his backpack beforehand.

There was a group of armed robbers, maybe a gang but who could tell, at the jewelry store across the street. “Peter, I think you should go,” she mumbled, trying to gently push Peter towards the door to go inside the building. He looked at her as if she were crazy. “No, Y/N I’m not leaving you. Let’s just both go inside. Khaos or someone will show up any second.”

“Peter,” she started, her eyes going soft, but he interrupted her. “I’m not leaving,” his eyes filled with this desire that she couldn’t explain, so she stopped her protest.

“Do you trust me?” She asked out of nowhere. Peter nodded his head as she stood on top of the ledge, “come on then.” She stretched her hand out for him to take and he looked skeptical.

“What are you waiting for?” She queried, shaking her hand slightly as an indicator for him to grab it, as time was sort of running out. He took her hand in his, climbing on the ledge with ease.

“You ready?” She questioned, preparing herself more than him. Peter raised a brow, “ready for wh-“

Before he could finish, she jumped off the building, dragging the boy with her. At the exact same time she flew up.

“Holy shit,” he shouted when they soared through the sky, and Y/N turned to look in his eyes. There wasn’t a trace of fear in his chocolate orbs, just pure fascination and wonder which slightly confused Y/N as most people she saved were afraid of the distance between them and the ground. That look though, it made her smile. She wrapped her arm around his waist to hold him properly, and he did the same.

She landed in a nearby ally way and brushed herself off. “Y-You’re Khaos?!” Peter questioned with a mix of wonder and surprise. Y/N unzipped her jacket revealing the iconic white body suit she always wore, gloveless of course due to her power. Out of her pants pocket, she pulled out her mask, the sleek blackness of it shining in the streetlights.

“Y-Yeah. Only you and MJ know so please don’t tell,” she pleaded, taking off the pants she wore to expose the rest of the suit. “We can talk about this when I get back.” She recklessly threw her pants onto the ground.

“Dude this is insane. I-I can’t believe that it’s you. I have the biggest crush on Khaos,” he rambled on as Y/N put on her mask, becoming the hero most of New York loved.

She tilted her head a little, out of curiosity and teasingly asked, “how can you have a crush on a superhero you’ve never met?” She waited for a response, but he took too long. As she walked away, he shouted, “wait! Y/N wait!” He ran in front of her, his back facing the direction that leads to the alley’s exit.

“Peter, I’m kinda in a hurry,” she said impatiently, but with kindness.  He shook his head, “no, you don’t get it, I-“

Cutting himself off, he held his hands up in a way to sort of push her from leaving, but without touching her.

“I don’t know how to say this,” he rushed, looking a round as he tried to gather his thoughts. Y/N sighed, “spit it out Pete.” He looked up into her eyes, and without saying anything he pulled his backpack off his shoulders, to unzip it.

“What are you doing?” He didn’t respond, only showing her the contents of the backpack. The Spider-Man suit just laying there. Y/N’s jaw dropped, searching his eyes as a bit of a confirmation.

“I’ll catch up with you,” he expressed softly, going deeper into the ally to quickly change and leaving Y/N stunned. She jumped into the air to go and fight the robbers.

As she got to the jewelry store, she saw the store clerk being threatened by the gunmen. “Come on, why do you guys always use guns? It gets really annoying,” Khaos mocked, using her telekinetic powers to rip the gun out of his hands.

She closed her eyes for a second, focusing on the power manifesting in her hands. As she opened her eyes, she mentally pushed the robbers onto a nearby wall, focusing on keeping them there. She noticed as she did this, a few glass cases broke before her.

“Sorry,” she apologized to the store clerk with a weak smile, who’s eyes were too wide with shock to even notice the damage. Just then, Spider-Man swung through the glass window, which was shot out by the robbers.

He webbed each of the men to the wall as they groaned and thrashed in frustration. Almost systematically, the police cars pulled up in front of the store, as Khaos and Spider-Man scurried from them.

They soared through the air, going to their building on 43rd, which wasn’t that far. She landed there first, taking off the black mask to reveal her face. As soon as Peter got there, he did the same, his hair bouncing as the mask came off.

“Oh my God,” Y/N gasped out of breath, covering her mouth with her hands from astonishment. The shock hit her as she saw the boy she was crushing on clad in her superhero friend’s suit. His muscles looked more defined in the tight spandex, and she couldn’t help herself from admiring him.

“T-This is unreal,” he mumbled nervously, brushing a gloved hand through his dark brown hair. “Part of the reason why I asked you out was because MJ and Ned wanted me to get over Khaos, and-and,” he rushed, but ended up not knowing what to say. “Well to get over ‘Khaos’ “he spoke, air quotes around her alter ego.

Y/N groaned, hitting on the ledge of the building, with her feet still touching the roof. “Does MJ know?” She asked, now looking up at him. He nodded his head and went to sit next to her.

She scoffed, “she knew I had a crush on you. Peter you. Is that what you guys were talking about at lunch? Why they left?” Peter looked down at his mask as he ran his fingers over it, “yeah. That’s why she was so adamant on getting me to ask you out.”

They both sat in silence for a minute before Y/N burst out laughing. “This is fucking insane. In what world would this happen? You had a crush on Khaos.” She couldn’t believe the likelihood of this.

“And you had a crush on Peter Parker,” he continued, looking up to meet her gaze. “If Khaos had to be anyone, I’m so glad that it was you,” he said softly, nudging her side.

Y/N hummed softly, “right back at you, Peter Parker.” As he looked into her eyes, he was entranced by the softness of her eyes.

He leaned in a bit closer, wanting to be as close to her as possible at this point. “I’ve liked you for so long Pete,” she murmured, leaning in closer to him as well.

With his empty hand, he brought it up to cup her cheek, watching her close her eyes in content. She let in a slow breath, enjoying the moment as best as she could.

“Can I kiss you,” he bit his lip as nervousness filled his body, “please?” She opened her eyes, nodding her head, “kiss me, Spider-Man.”

His lips crashed into hers, the nervousness turning into warmth as she kissed him back. He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, still holding the mask. Y/N moved her hands to grip his biceps

His heart pounded in his chest as she moved from her spot and onto his thighs. Her hands now gripped his cheeks as his own held her waist.

 He pulled away breathless, his lips swollen, and cheeks red. Y/N’s features mimicked his, and to him she looked absolutely perfect. “So” Peter dragged on, “I’m gonna assume you wanna date me?”

Y/N chuckled, gently playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, “I don’t know maybe.” She teased playfully. She leaned in, to get one last kiss, but froze at the sound of sirens.

She whined, dropping her head onto Peter’s chest. “Why do we always get interrupted by sirens and gunshots?” Peter chuckled at her comment, lifting her from his lap to stand properly.

He smiled as she put her mask on, doing the same with his own.

As usual, they fought crime together. But this time it felt different. The bond between them felt stronger as they both now had full trust and honesty with each other.

If was well into the night, a little bit passed one am when they decided to go back to the infamous building on 43rd. It was around the time when they would typically part ways, but they wanted to continue their earlier engagement, even if it was only for a few minutes.

“Peter,” she spoke in between kisses. “I gotta,” another peck, “go,” with another peck, “go home.”

He caught her lips with his again, holding the kiss out a little longer than before. He pulled away, kissing down her neck. “Pet-“ she whispered, tugging his hair softly.

“Just a few more minutes,” he mumbled against her neck, undoubtfully leaving marks. Y/N let out a breath, “there’s a math test tomorrow, I gotta study.”

He pulled away, eyes slightly bulging from his head, “there’s a math test?!” His worried exclamation made Y/N laugh, “yeah, where have you been, Pete. Mr. Hunter has been saying this all week.”

He groaned, “but I don’t want you to leave. I finally got you.” That small display of affection melted her heart. “Trust me, I know the feeling,” she kindly said, understanding the situation and playing with his hair, “but we still have school.”

Peter closed, letting out a deep sigh, “okay.” He dragged out the ‘y’ playfully while it simultaneously held a small hint of disappointment.

She stood up, getting off his lap for the second time that night as she levitated in the air. “Pick me up before school Spider?” Y/N asked as she put the mask on. He smiled as he looked up at her, “you know it darling.”

[whockeywhore]

Captivated feat. Nolan Patrick

“And he gave Madison the last rose but I think he really wanted Emily. The chemistry between them is insane and- are you listening?” 

“Hmm? Yeah. Of course.” Her eyes narrowed before she continued, waxing on about some reality show I couldn’t care less about. 

The music wasn’t loud enough for me to tune her out so I nodded, sipped my beer, and took a look around the room. TK walked in with two girls in tow and waved me over. Grateful for the excuse to leave, I mumbled a quick goodbye to the girl who’d cornered me by the fridge and slipped by her. 

“Hey man, you know Nina.” She leaned close for a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before stepping aside. “And this is-” 

He stopped and turned to her, waiting for an interjection that never came. She crossed her arms over her chest instead and raised an eyebrow. 

“You forgot already?” 

“No,” He chuckled and shook his head, eyes glassy from drinking. “Didn’t forget.” 

“From the door to the kitchen! It’s what, twenty feet?” 

“I know it! Gimme a minute.” He squinted at her for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Texas!” 

“Nope.” 

“Louuuuuuuusiana!” He drew it out with a grin and she returned her own, turning to look at me. She gave me a wink with the most beautiful hazel eyes I’d ever seen. “Maine?” 

“You’re so close, Travis.” 

“Is it Travis?” 

“Okay, why don’t we go get some water.” Nina wrapped an arm around him and led him away, leaving the two of us alone. I shoved my free hand in my pocket and looked towards the cooler on the island. 

“Can I get you a beer?” 

“That’d be great.” I grabbed two bottles and uncapped both, handing her one as I sipped my own. She shuddered after taking a drink and apologized.  

“Not a fan?” 

“Just haven’t had a drink in a while.” 

“Why not?” She shrugged and took one of the stools under the counter. I snagged the one next to her and leaned back, watching her as she downed another sip. “How do you know Nina?” 

“I renovated her loft back in New York and we kinda hit it off. You?” 

“She’s does media for our team.” 

“So you play hockey?” I nodded and she crossed one leg over the other. “How long have you played?” 

“Long time. Fifteen years or so.” 

“That is a long time.” She finished her beer and sat up to grab another, setting a new bottle in front of me. “You like it?” 

“Love it.” 

“Isn’t it dangerous?” 

“That’s the best part.” The corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled. “What do you do?” 

“I flip houses.” 

“Really? You must have some strong arms.” 

“Original. I haven’t heard that one in,” she checked her watch and rolled her eyes, “an hour or so. Aren’t you a bit young for dad jokes?” 

We fell into a back and forth, banter sharp enough to cut glass, and an hour later I was hooked. She was sweet and witty and had me wiping at tears in my eyes from laughing so hard as she held her hands on top of mine. 

“You gotta focus.”

“I am!” 

“You’re not.” Her knee was touching the inside of my thigh and that proved to be all-consuming as I lost another round. She shook her head and leaned in even closer as we switched positions. 

“I’m gonna teach you the trick, okay? But you can’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Promise?” The few inches between our faces gave me an opportunity to really look at her. Her eyes were a brilliant swirl of colors and gold lined her iris, brought out by tan skin and a smattering of freckles. I stole a glance at her full lips, as quick as I could, but she caught me, a blush on her cheeks as she shook her head. “Promise?” 

“I swear.” 

“Good. Now, the key to winning is to distract your opponent any way you can.” She bit down on her bottom lip for a second and smirked. “Anything you can do to shift their focus.” 

“Anything?” 

“Anything.” She drew her elbows in a bit to push her boobs up and I fought to keep my eyes on her but failed miserably. The deep v-neck of her shirt called to me like a Siren and she slapped my hands as soon as I shifted my gaze. I pulled them back and scowled as she downed the rest of her beer. 

“That’s not fair!” 

“I just hope you’re better at hockey than you are at this. If not, Thursday’s gonna suck.” 

“You’re coming to the game on Thursday?” She opened her mouth to answer me but Travis cut her off as he came into the kitchen yelling. He had an empty bottle in his hand and he held it over his head like a trophy as he did a lap around the island. 

“Spin the bottle! Anybody wanna play?” He stopped next to us and raised a brow. “You guys coming?” 

I slid off of my chair and reached out to her, crossing the fingers on my free hand in hopes that she’d say yes. There was a moment of hesitation before she nodded. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

There were eight people around the coffee table, including the two of us, and I weighed my odds. The idea of kissing her swayed my decision and I took an open spot. Travis noticed her and shouted with a grin. 

“New girl! Come sit by me.” He patted the ground and she obliged, wincing as he leaned in. “It’s Travis, right?” 

“Sure.” 

“Alright guys, lady Travis spins first!” She opened her mouth to argue but he wasn’t having it, looking to Nina to goad her on. She finally relented, keeping her eyes on me as she spun. 

It seemed like an eternity before it came to a stop, right between me and the guy next to me. He gave me a sideways glance and scowled as I reached out and pulled it in my direction. 

“That’s cheating!” 

I waved him off as I got to my feet, holding out a hand to help her up and pull her towards the closet. There was a bare bulb over us and she flicked it off as I shut the door behind us. Her cheeks were pink and she rose to her tiptoes, stopping just short of kissing me and furrowing her brow. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know your name.” 

“It’s Nolan.” She said it once before leaning back in but I stopped her this time. “What’s yours?” 

“Georgia.”

[rynhaswritersblock]

peter! from physics!

a/n: this is gonna be one of those shitty fics where y/n and peter are so oblivious that they can't recognize each other's voice I'M SORRY!! also cindy moon is in this but she DOES NOT have powers for this imagine :/ srry

summary: y/n can't be controlled by wallets, peter parker gets crushes too easily, and crime in new york is abnormally low

warnings: the usual cussing, also the usual fluff. in conclusion i write the same shit every time LMAO

+ + +

"hey!" you yell, hands crossed over your chest as you look over the edge of the building, the blue and red figure jumping as he webs a perp to the wall. he looks up at you, the wide white eyes of his mask almost making you laugh as they squint. "aren't you stark's boy?"

"huh?"

the sound of a web latching onto the concrete next to you makes you flinch. spider-man flips himself onto the rooftop next to you, standing and facing you.

"you. stark. didn't he just recruit you?"

"how'd you know?"

his voice is light and incredibly boyish. he stares at you, trying to figure you out.

"well, you're not wearing pajamas anymore," you shrug, traces of humor in your words.

"yeah," the boy nods, "that makes sense."

a moment of silence fills the space between you, the sounds of traffic and people walking filling the background. you turn, sitting on the edge of the roof and dangling your legs. peter stands there for a second, frozen, feeling completely awkward and unsure of what to do.

"so, uh, how long have you been-"

"shadow?"

"yeah," he mutters, sitting beside you.

"almost a year, now," you breathe. the city-scape surrounding the two of you was quite astonishing, actually. all of your outside, mid-western family never understood your parents for moving out to new york, which is, in their words, "the big CRAPple." you don't care, though. it's home.

"cool," the hero mutters under his breath, repeating the word quietly, making you smile underneath the mask.

"you?"

"huh?" the large white eyes gaze at you, his head tilted slightly. "oh. bit over half a year, i think."

"and stark already pulled you in, huh."

the words confuse peter. was that an insult, somehow? were you jealous? the boy certainly thought you were much cooler than him-- energy and light manipulation seemed much more interesting to him than being a human spider.

"what do you-"

"shit," you seethe, head turned away from the boy in red and blue and instead toward the sound of sirens. "gotta go!"

peter's stuck in place as he watches your silhouette flip and twist as you fall off the ledge, white wisps of energy circulating around you as you use your powers to break the fall.

"jeez," he mutters in astonishment.

he stays on the ledge for a minute, in his traditional spider stance, ready to swing over and help you, if needed. yet, something about the way you immediately brought down the robber made him feel like he was okay to go.

it wasn't a long way to headquarters. ever since his recruitment, tony stark had been, as peter put it, "on his ass." every time he went patrolling, he'd have to go to headquarters, give a report, and get a checkup on his suit.

'protocol,' as tony put it.

"identification?" FRIDAY asks.

"it's me, fri."

"welcome, peter."

the doors open and peter walks in, sighing as he rips off his mask. sam, walking by, jumps and steps back, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief.

"shit! bucky, there's a spider in here!"

"get over it you cowar- oh, hey, pete!" bucky smiles and gives peter's messy curls a quick ruffle. "what's with the shit-eating grin?"

the grin drops from peter's face. how long was that there?

"oh, nothing, i, uh, need to see mr. stark," he clears his throat, giving an awkward nod before walking off in the direction of the lab.

"nothing my ass," sam mutters, taking a bite of fruity pebbles out of bucky's bowl.

bucky gasps. "hey!"

+ + +

"hey, mr. stark," peter chimes, tossing his mask on the nearest table. "let's get this over with."

"why such a rush all the time, pete?" the man asks, raising his brows at the boy. "you're fifteen, you have all the time in the-"

"sixteen, actually."

tony gives him a look and scoffs. "whatever."

the two follow the ordinary routine: plug the suit into FRIDAY's system, get it scanned, and, of course, debate star wars and physics theories in the meantime.

"i'm telling you, han sacrificed himself."

"yeah," peter huffs, "said the one who didn't see it coming when darth vader was revealed to be luke's father."

"well at least i'm not a total nerd."

"look around! you have an entire lab dedicated to nerd projects and superhero stuff. the complete epitome of being a total nerd."

tony lets out a defeated breath, subtle smile on his face as he watches the footage from peter's suit upload to the system and appear through the hologram. the grin drops as he focuses on the video, zooming in.

"you were with shadow?"

"oh, yeah!" peter says, perking up, the grin returning to his face. "what's the deal with her, by the way? she-"

"single? don't be a simp, pete."

peter's eyes widen and he looks at the man. "i'm not even gonna... no- uh- okay. what i was gonna say is: she mentioned you and was like 'stark already pulled you in, huh' and it was kinda weird, like she was.. i don't know, salty about it, or something."

a laugh sounds out from tony. "she turned me down, kid."

peter's brows furrow. "turned you- what?"

"i'd asked her to join the team a few months after she'd first started out- same timeline as you, actually- but she declined. had this whole 'ms. independent' thing going on. quite a shame, actually, i set out a room for her and everything."

well if that didn't slightly strike a chord with peter. he didn't realize that he wasn't the only teenager tony'd tried to recruit. he squints at the ground for a second, wrapping his head around all of the new information.

"wait, if she didn't accept the offer, then how is her suit-"

"she was independent enough to turn me down, kid, don't you think she's capable of using a sewing machine?"

+ + +

"cindy, shut up," you seethe, failing at your attempt not to laugh.

"ms. warren doesn't care and we already know this stuff," she giggles quietly, doodling on your notebook. a horrid laugh bubbles from your throat, your attempt to be quiet turning it into a weird noise that only furthers your laughter.

nonetheless, and much to your relief, ms. warren continues with the lesson, babbling about gravity pendulums.

"okay, so how do we calculate linear acceleration between points a and b?" the woman asks.

you knew the answer. didn't feel like speaking, though. cindy simply mutters the answer under her breath and you nod, resting your chin on your hand.

"flash."

"it's the product of sine of the angle and gravity divided by the mass," the boy states, looking over at your table and winking at the two of you. you stick your tongue out at him.

"nope," ms. warren replies, making you and cindy snicker and raise your eyebrows, pouting playfully at the boy's upset expression.

"peter, you still with us?"

you lean back in your seat, catching a glimpse of the boy. somehow, in a school filled with nerds, peter parker managed to get himself shoved to the lower end of the social ladder. he was constantly donned in button-ups, sweaters, and graphic tees bearing geeky science puns. moreover, up until a few months ago, there was a pair of slightly-too-large glasses thrown into the mix.

not that it was a bad thing, though. out of all the boys with that same stereotype, peter parker most definitely pulled it off best. he was quiet, kind, incredibly smart, and, not to mention, hot as hell.

at least in your opinion.

"uh... uh," peter mutters, scrambling to close the laptop sitting in front of him, giving you a better view of his face. "ye- yeah."

you adjust yourself in your seat, facing forwards once again and burying your head in your arms. being single all your life certainly makes your mind drift and heart swell at the sight of cute boys.

"uh... mass cancels out, so it's just gravity times sine."

cindy snickers at you and your overwhelmed state. you sit up, glaring at her and her all-too-knowing self before glancing back at the boy, just in time to miss his glance over at you.

ms. warren nods. "right. see, flash, being the fastest isn't always the best if you are wrong."

your laugh mixes in with the sound of your classmates, flash's face turning a deep shade of red. he turns around, facing peter, mouthing something to the boy that makes his eyes widen. you frown and sigh, refocusing on the lesson, or- in all actuality- the drawing of ms. warren that cindy doodled on your paper.

rather than reopening up his laptop, peter opts for resting his head on his arms, eyes landing on you for a few seconds. huddling with cindy moon, laughing quietly over your notebook, pencils twisting through the air; what peter assumed to be funny drawings of flash.

it wasn't his fault you'd left your notebook open as he walked by a few weeks ago, exposing random doodles of a few classmates (unbeknownst to peter, the sketch of him was on the next page).

while the boy usually spent his class time people-observing, he'd become more keen on watching you. it wasn't a weird thing, though. it was peter parker, bored in a class he was a bit too smart for, looking for something to distract himself. so what if that something was a pretty girl?

the bell rung, a sigh of relief falling from peters lips. everyone stood up, grabbing their bags, crowd slowly filtering out of the door and into the busy hallway. you say bye to cindy, who had rehearsal and claimed that "abraham will literally shoot me if i'm not there in time for warm-ups."

"shit," you mutter as you stumble, looking behind you. "sorry."

"it-" peter's voice gets caught in his throat. his wide eyes meet yours and your cheeks burn, the roses blooming all over them making you even more flustered. "it's, um, it's okay, don't worry about-"

you nod, struggling to crane your neck to look at him in the crowd of bustling teenagers. sucking in a breath, you manage to squeeze through the doorway, composing yourself and turning to look at peter. he wasn't there.

your eyes shut tight and you cringe, taking a deep breath and making your way out of the school doors.

+ + +

"why'd you do it?"

the voice makes you jump. a ball of light ignites from your palm as you turn your head to see a figure in red and blue. a breath of relief leaves your lungs and the ball sparks out, the eyes of spider-man's mask wide. "do what now?"

"whoa- uh, why'd you turn mr. stark down?" he asks, walking up to you. you scoot over, letting him sit next to you, the smooth material of his suit skimming yours.

no wonder spider-man found you so quickly; you spend every night up here.

"you think i wanna be tied down by a rich man? one who would, probably, make me follow certain stupid rules and reprimand me for not handling a situation the way he wanted it to be handled?"

"dang," he mutters, "way to make me feel bad about my decisions."

a laugh bubbles out of your throat, shortly followed by a gasp. "way to make me sound like him!"

the laugh the sounds out from the boy makes your heart flutter. it was boyish and light, confirming your suspicions of his age.

spider-man was definitely a teenager.

"he's not that bad, you know," peter offers, getting a huff from you in reply. "he just cares a lot. doesn't want me or anyone getting in trouble because of the way they handled a situation."

"how are you supposed to learn anything if you have a safety blanket wrapped around you at all times?"

peter froze, the large, white eyes of his mask blown wide. you made a good point.

there was something about you that was so intriguing. the boldness of your actions and the outward independence you carried with you was something that pulled peter in, that made him want to be around someone so unafraid of life's consequences.

he clears his throat. "so, uh, what school do you go to?"

"bold of you to assume i go to school."

you feel the hero freeze next to you, quite obviously caught off guard. peter was so sure you were his age.

"i'm kidding. i go to school, but there's no way in hell i'm telling you that," you sigh. he nodded.

identity was important.

the sound of traffic shuffles peacefully beneath you. you look over at the boy, tapping playfully on his head. "what's on that brain of yours, spider-boy?"

"uh, probably the fact that you continue to get my name wrong."

you laugh. "pretty sure i've got it right."

"whatever," peter scoffs, smile hidden behind the mask. he shakes his head and looks around. "sucks that i can't give you a name like that. what am i supposed to say, silhouette? no light girl? that's boring."

"no light girl, hmm. may just have to change my name for that one," you hum. the boy picks up on your tone and lets out that same laugh that makes your stomach twist.

you were starting to warm up to this boy.

"well, i gotta, uh," peter sighs.

you cock your head at the boy in red and blue, eyebrows raised. he looks at you.

"mr. stark wants me to check in every time i finish patrolling. says it's 'protocol.'"

"you never cease to prove my point, spider-man."

he jumps up, smiling brightly underneath his mask. "you said spider-man!"

"and i already regret it," you reply, looking up and him and saluting as he laughs and jumps off the ledge, swinging between the buildings and towards avengers headquarters.

a sigh falls from your lips as you pull out your phone, pulling up cindy's contact.

y/n/n i think i'm cheating on my unofficial occasional infatuation for peter parker

cindy lou who y/n, you do this every week ...who is it though

y/n/n a boy in red and blue

cindy lou who what the- are you telling me you have a crush on captain america he's like a hundred years old oh my god wait don't tell me it's spider-man

y/n/n ...

cindy lou who no bro like michelle said she saw spider-man just outside of school right after it ended one day

y/n/n wait what

cindy lou who yeah she thinks he goes to midtown

"holy shit," you mutter, stuffing your phone in your pocket.

now you really cared about his identity.

+ + +

"hey guys!" peter chirps, pulling off his mask and shaking his hair out with a smile.

"somebody's happy," natasha muses.

"what? no, it's nothing," he shakes his head. tony walks in, smirk pulling at his lips as he nudges the boy. "what?"

"kid had his first interaction with the girl."

"wait, the girl? as in..." rhodey trails off, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"holy shit, the kid met shadow!" bucky exclaims, bright grin on his face as he slaps the counter and laughs. "oh my god!"

a series of laughs rings through the team as peter looks at all of them in a hurried confusion. "wait, all of you know her?"

"enough to know why you're in love with her," scott throws in, munching on his sub.

"i'm not in love with her!"

tony claps his back. "only a matter of time, kid. let's get you hooked up."

the two begin walking towards the lab.

"we'll be watching that footage, pete!" sam yells, snickering. "we got ourselves a rom-com."

peter glances back at the group as tony punches in the code, glass doors sliding apart to let the two in. "what's their deal?"

"more like what's yours," tony smirks, plugging peter's suit in. "ever since your first interaction with her, you keep running in here with that goddamn giddy smile."

peter sputters. "well- uh, am i, like, not allowed to have a friend? i can be smiley after making a friend."

"yeah, kid, but this is a girl. and you're peter."

the boy is silent; he had a point. curse you, tony.

"look, pete, if you want her, go get her. i think you two'd be cute. plus, you've probably got a better chance of coaxing her here than i do," tony suggests.

peter gives him a look.

"what? she'd be a great asset to the team, and her powers are unlike any of ours."

"i know, right?!" peter blurts in a rush of excitement, smile tugging at his lips before it falters slightly. "okay, yeah, i see what you mean, now."

+ + +

you slide into your seat, ignoring the smirk pulling at cindy's face as you grab your physics notebook.

"sooo," she drawls, smirking, "let me see the ring! is it red and blue, or-"

"cindy, i will make the neurons firing in your brain short circuit if you say one more-"

"jesus!" she laughs and holds her hands up in surrender. "wait, you can do that?"

you smile, leaning back in your seat as ms. warren begins her lecture over trajectories, doodles of her drawing graphs on the board fluttering out of your pen and out onto your notes. you'd already read this chapter of the textbook; listening was no use.

instead, you let your mind (and eyes) drift to peter parker. as per usual, his head was buried behind the screen of his laptop, only a few rogue curls peeking out. a sigh falls from your lips as you turn your head back towards the board, glancing at the diagrams before hunching over your notebook, doodling spider-man's figure swinging through buildings, just as he had in front of you last night. you close the journal before cindy gets the chance to sneak a peek.

you let your head fall back, face towards the ceiling. a light draft hits you and you sigh.

there was no way spider-man didn't go to midtown.

unless he was just some sick perv who just hung around there after school. but you were sure that wasn't the case.

after another thirty minutes of zoning out, the bell rings, making you flinch out of your daydream and get up, weaving your way through the end-of-day crowd and out into the new york air. ducking into an alley, you quickly manipulate the light waves surrounding you, deeming you invisible. within a minute or so, you're suited up and determined to catch the hero.

and it didn't take much time.

as soon as you walk out from the alley, spider-man is doing the same, jogging out from another alley just diagonal from you across the street. a smile tugs at your mouth and you dart up into the air, landing swiftly onto your rooftop, turning on your crime radar.

thirty minutes later, only having had to hunt down a shoplifter and return the stolen objects, you're laying on the rooftop, physics notebook out as you read and take notes over the next chapter. your ribs start to slightly ache as you curve your body up, stomach pressing against the concrete.

curse me for forgetting a blanket.

"i'm starting to think you live up here."

without looking, you stick an arm out and shoot a quick ball of light at the hero, making sure it just barely skims past his shoulder.

"hey! what was that for?" he whines.

"fun," you look up, eyes shining at him brightly. his playful sigh is muffled through the mask, but it makes you smile even more as he flops down next to you, stretching out on his stomach.

"ooh, physics," he murmurs, scooting closer and looking at the materials. peter's eyes widen when he recognizes the textbook: the same one he has. he clears his throat.

"what?"

"hmm? nothing," he murmurs, glad his flustered expression is masked. his eyes drift along your notes and land on a doodle of a figure swinging through tall buildings. "wait, you drew me?"

shit.

the air catches in your throat as he scoots even closer, shoulder pressing against you as he pulls the notebook towards him, the large white eyes of his suit squinting at the small drawing. a flutter is sent through your stomach.

"no, that's captain america. silly goose."

he turns his head towards you.

"of course it's you, who else would it be," you joke, tone slightly off, embarrassed and wishing you'd been less clumsy.

of course he was going to see that.

peter feels warm and gets a feeling of adoration towards you. he could tell you were embarrassed; he'd cracked you, even for just a second. the boy almost wished you could see the bright smile his mask was hiding.

"so, um," he blurts, sitting up. "let's, uh, get to know each other...?"

you snort, shaking your head and sitting up so that you're next to him, looking out at the surrounding buildings. "very smooth, spider-man."

"i try."

the two of you begin darting questions back and forth. what's your favorite color? y/f/c. what about his? blue. favorite movie? y/f/m. his? revenge of the sith. favorite song, type of food, hobbies- you name it. and, it was actually kind of fun. it was a friendship in which you got to appreciate each other for your personalities, not for your looks. although, peter did find your eyes quite hypnotizing.

"do you have a boyfriend?"

what?

your eyes widen and you suck in a sharp breath. "that was-"

"abrupt, shit, i'm sorry," he breathes, scratching the back of his neck. the fact that your faces were covered helped a little, but it almost felt more awkward, nonetheless. he could see your eyebrows scrunched together and he cringed. "i was just, um, curious, i guess."

"well, no, spider-man. i don't have a boyfriend."

his heart swells. "oh, uh, nice, i guess."

"nice," you humph. "yeah. uh, i'm guessing you probably have a-"

"definitely not," he laughs, shaking his head. the conversation as a whole felt weird, but the boy was smiling under the mask.

it was very peter parker of him to build a crush in such a short amount of time.

+ + +

"cindy," you whisper, sliding into your seat, "spider-man saw my sketch yesterday."

"what?" she turns her head to you, eyes wide and shining with excitement.

"i was doing physics homework on the roof i usually hang out at and he snuck up on me."

she gives you a mischievous grin. you scoff, light grin tugging at the corners of your mouth, pen making contact with the paper as you start on another sketch of spider-man.

you'd be more careful to hide your notes next time.

as much as he resented himself for it, it became routine for peter to sit down, pull out his notes, then ignore the lesson and stare at you instead. he couldn't help it. but as he watched you today, his brain didn't slip into its usual state of zoning out.

instead, it was making connections.

his eyes got wide at his sudden revelation, darting all over the place to make sure no one was paying attention. he pulls out his phone, starting up his drone and watching carefully as it flies over to you, hovering just close enough to see while still staying discreet.

and there it was.

the view from the drone plays on his screen, the oh-so-familiar doodle making peter's breathing stop. he gulps, quickly guiding the drone back into his backpack, leaning back and resting his eyes on you with an exasperated sigh.

holy shit.

+ + +

"not enough crime in queens, huh?"

he jumps, turning around. "where were you? you're always here before me."

"thought i'd turn the tables," you shrug.

peter nods, playing with his fingers. you'd been on his mind all day, head spinning as he tried to wrap his brain around the fact that you, his crush, were the independent hero that never ceased to amaze him. "can i take off your mask?"

spider-man and his unruly mouth.

"um, why?" you laugh nervously, reaching up to fiddle with the fabric that covered the lower half of your face.

"because we're friends, and i trust you," he shrugs, muttering. "and i have a bit of a suspicion."

you suck in a breath. it takes a moment for you to think it through, but it lines up. you were both doing the same job, so what was the fault in knowing what each other looked like? "i mean, i guess. but only if i can take off yours."

he nods, stepping towards you. you reach your hands out simultaneously, eyes sparkling at him out of both nervousness and excitement. you nod and feel the fabric, your safety blanket, slip off of your face.

"i knew it!" the boy yells, jumping back and pumping a fist excitedly.

wild curls, chocolate eyes, gentle smile.

peter parker.

"holy shit, peter! from physics!" you yelp, slapping a hand to your mouth before pulling it away, feeling as though you'd hidden your face for long enough. "wait, you knew?"

"your drawing, in physics. you were drawing in your notebook so i got curious and flew my drone over, then i saw it."

"you were watching me?" you ask, smiling.

peter's cheeks got red, and it was then that it really settled in. spider-man was peter parker. the cute, intelligent boy from physics. the one with puppy eyes and nerdy t-shirts.

"i mean, like, maybe," he looks down, flustered.

"you're cuter than you realize, parker."

the boy raises his head, confused look painted on his face. "did you just-"

you lean up and plant a light kiss on his cheek. peter feels his face get hot as you turn away, looking back to give him a wink before moving to step off the ledge.

the pull of a web stops you.

peter's lips are planted on yours, soft and quick, gentle and unsure. you stumble back, gulping. "peter, you-"

"i guess hanging out with you gave me a bit more confidence," he shrugs, crooked grin on his lips. a laugh leaves your lungs and you lean your head against his shoulder.

the sound of a siren wailing in the distance makes you flinch.

"last one there owes the other a kiss!" peter yells, tugging on his mask and jumping. you sputter before pulling up your mask as well, jumping off and flying next to him.

"you do realize that it works out in your favor no matter what?"

"yup!"

+ + +

rights for cindy moon because she doesn't get enough credit in fics even though she was in homecoming 0_0

[codylabs]

The Future

It’s late at night and I’m tired and I can’t sleep because I’m filled with regret for the projects I never finished and the stories I never told. Mostly fanfictions and comics from Gravity Falls. Stuff about Dipper and Wendy, and about their daughter, and about the lizard dimension, and about the librarian, and about the beast you forget about whenever you look at it, and about the cat well, which isn’t anything at all like what it sounds like. A hundred little ideas for cool things to show and jokes to tell, but instead I’ve spent the last 2 years killing time and watching Youtube videos whenever I’m home, and now I’ve fooled myself into thinking I didn’t have the time to do any of the stuff I wanted to do. I could’ve written a whole entire sequel to the Forest of Daggers by now, and all I’ve got to show for that time is a couple jokes, and a Metroid comic that I also need to finish.

I had such stories to tell you.

I know at some point, some point soon, I’m gonna have to abandon fanfiction for good, for real this time, and sink my teeth into a real project, an original project, and pour my imagination and time into it the same way I did with Gravity Falls. Prominently now in my mind are ideas on how to rewrite the Forest of Daggers to divorce it from the show, including but not limited to, replacing Bill with the Grey Star, replacing Mabel with a kid a lot like my brother, scrapping Soos and the Grunks for new characters, and ambiguousizing the very crust of the planet itself. And unlike the previous, where a sequel/future tale/next generation story would have to involve The Baby and Bill and dabble in a lot of Gravity Falls’ sillier worldbuilding, I could go completely ham with the new universe. And the opportunity will also be siezed to tie all my stories past and present together, to make a narrative the size of galaxies, a hundred adventures with a hundred characters in a hundred eras on a hundred planets, all tied together by the threads of history, and heritage, and good, solid, hard-scifi, consistent worldbuilding. Seeds have been planted in my head concerning the Natives of the Void, and the Nortusk Cursade, and the Bottomless Pit (no not that one, a cooler one) and the Odyssey to destroy the time machine, and the secret forging of the neutrino beam, and the Battleship Perseverence, and the Research Vessel Daylight Siren, and Madame Ironclad, and miscellaneous other interesting-sounding things which I don’t expect to mean anything to you.

I have SUCH stories to tell you.

But I know pretty much all my fans came here to my blog for the fanfiction. Most of you won’t be quite as interested in the new things I have cooking. And I know I haven’t done you any favors these last few years by being so inconsistent on the blog, bouncing from Gravity Falls to Metroid and back, killing time with text posts and April Fools jokes and Wendip art with no actual kissing, etc... Maybe you like that, maybe you’re fine with it, but if I had to pick a reason for people to follow me, I’d prefer it not to be because we share a fandom or a ship, but because you like to treat yourself to stories about heroes and monsters and morals and adventure and robots, and I deliver. And I haven’t been delivering. And that makes me sad.

But most of you have still stuck with me the whole way, and that really warms my ribcage, so for you, I’d really like to give my Gravity Falls universe a proper send-off. A good, rich, proper send-off. I don’t know if that’s a comic, or one last fanfiction, or a next-generation fic where everyone dies (jk calm down), but I’d like some way for my GF followers to finally unfollow me with no regrets and with full satisfaction, knowing that I’m really done for good. I’m kinda tired of the suspense myself.

And the Metroid comic too. I really gotta finish that.

[dziolcha]

i was tagged by @advena87 to answer some questions about the witcher 😊

Skellige isles or the continent? Continent. I’m not a big fan of this whole “viking” vibe.

Velen or Toussaint? Tough choice, but I’d say Velen. It feels more real.

Novigrad or Beauclair? Novigrad for the same reason as Velen. 

Sleeping at Corvo Bianco or meditating under a tree? Meditating under a tree. Corvo Bianco is beautiful, but honestly I’m too lazy to go there everytime i need to refill my potions.

Inns or Brothels? I don’t really like paying 100 crowns for some random sex scene lol so i choose inns.

Caves or Ruins? I think they’re both kinda boring, but at least ruins are pretty.

High or low difficulty? Even tho i always play on low difficulty, somehow i still manage to get my ass kicked every time.

Going back to old save: yay or nay?  Nah, I don’t really see the point in doing that.

Mods: yay or nay?  The only game in which i use mods is the sims lol.

Mini-map or no mini-map? Sometimes i get lost even when i use mini-map, so playing without it would be terrible tbh.

Roach or Fast travel? Fast travel. As I’ve said before, I’m lazy. 🤷‍♀️

Roads or Boats? Roads, I hate boats with burning passion.

Specters or Relics?  Relics are more interesting, but Specters have cooler design so I’d say both.

Beasts or Hybrids?  Hybrids.

Necrophages or Vampires?  Vampires are way more interesting.

Orgroids or Elementa?  Orgroids.

Dracanoids or Cursed Ones?  Cursed Ones because they’re usually related to some cool quests.

The Caretaker or the Crones?  Neither really scared me, but the Crones were way more disgusting. (i wanna puke everytime i see Weavess’ eye/eyes/whatever tf it is)

Botchlings or spotted Wights?  Both!!!

Godlings or Trolls?  Trolls. Unpopular opinion, but Godlings are kinda annoying.

Sirens or Harpies? Sirens.

Killing or sparing? Sparing.

Dijkstra or Roche?  Dijkstra. Roche is a good friend to Geralt, but he’s plan sucks + I don’t really like him to be honest. ( i wish i could save Thaler and Ves tho)

Vesemir or Crach an Craite?  Crach an Craite.

Eskel or Lambert?  I like Eskel, but Lambert is one of my favorite characters from The Witcher.

Keira or Philippa?  Philippa was great in books but Keira stole my heart in TW3.

Cerys or Hjalmar?  I like them both, but Cerys is a way better ruler than Hjalmar.

Syanna or Anarietta?  Syanna is more complex than Anarietta. (but i always choose the ending where she dies and Dettlaff lives anyway)

Yen or Triss?  I’d say Yen, but i like Triss as well.

Ciri or Geralt?  Geralt.

Regis or Dettlaff?  Regis.

Olgierd von Everec or Gaunter O’Dimm?  Gaunter, Olgierd got what he deserved.

Olgierd von Everec or Iris von Everec?  Iris.

Shani or Dandelion?  Dandelion, i like Shani but she was pretty annoying in TW1.

Johnny or Sarah? Neither.

Sorceresses or Witchers?  Sorceresses. Especially the lodge.

Druids or the local holy man? Druids.

Food or Swallow?  Swallow.

Decoctions or Potions?  Potions, decoctions are kinda useless on low difficulty.

Hunting for diagrams or finding them per chance?  Usually per chance.

Saving coin or spending coin? Spending. You don’t have to save coin if you steal trash from villagers. :P

Looting or buying?  Looting.

Upsetting the guards or following the rules? Following the rules. Some bread and empty bottles aren’t worth it.

Igni or Axii? Igni.

Yrden or Aard? Yrden.

Signs or blade oils? Signs.

Crossbow or fists? Crossbow is useful only underwater, so fists.

Settling down or staying on the path? Settling down, let the old man rest.

Gwent Cards or Swords? Gwent Cards.

Beard or no beard? No beard.

“Puss Peepers” or “Mutant”? “Puss Peepers” is funny, “Mutant” is just rude lol.

I’m not tagging anyone, but feel free to steal it. 💕