#NOOO AUNT MAY NOOO

[loulooser]

WAIT Spider-Man No Way Home. My dad joked that the movie was two hours long and I cried for three

reblog and tag the one movie that made you bawl your entire existence out and fcked you over for weeks im rlly curious

[murphychips]

one thing that does get me about spiderman debates is abt aunt may's age because she was 'aged down' in the marvel movies right. but. she's aunt may right. and peter parker is... what, 15? he's 15 when he becomes spiderman?

i ask because i'm 27 years old and my eldest nephew just turned 16. i was 11 years old when he was born. so you could absolutely write aunt may as a struggling 20-something who now has this fuckin. kid on her hands and she's like HELLO I NEED AN ADULT. WHAT IS THIS. THE RENT??? and nobody can stop you. it's real. it happened to me.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

every now and then, my crush on this guy resurfaces and I turn into a flustered wreck.

[roxy665]

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

The Devils in the Details

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61616833 by kyrion “Peter doesn’t have a coat.” Tony tears open three packets of instant hot chocolate and dumps them in a cup. “I’ve asked him five times already. Five! But nooo,” Tony imitates a whiny voice as he pours the hot water and begins to stir, “I’m not cold, Mr. Stark! I like my hoodie, Mr. Stark! That wasn’t a sneeze, Mr. Stark!”   __________ Somehow, Peter's missing winter coat is something Clint feels equipped to fix. He has a solution: darts. Tony and May's solution involves a bit of sleuthing ... and an old Lego box. Words: 4233, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Misunderstandings, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Clint Barton & Tony Stark Friendship, Clint Barton is Good With Kids, winter themed, Secret Santa, POV Alternating read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61616833

[hazbininlove]

Hopelessly Devoted - Chapter 4

-about 7.2k (these chapters are slowly getting longer omg) now with music! You’ll know when to play the song, I promise.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

A week passes quickly before Lucifer even realizes it. Esther visited a few days after, though it was more so to speak to Charlie about Sir Pentious and deliver some letters between them. Lucifer had been busy at the time, in his manor.

Apparently Sir Pentious was asking mostly about his egg bois and wanting to find a way to bring his minions to Heaven with him. Lucifer doesn’t think it’s possible for artificial demons to make it to Heaven, so his best bet would be to make some new ones.

It bothers him a bit that Esther didn’t visit him. Charlie says that she asked about him, but when Charlie had offered to call, Esther had turned the offer down.

He wasn’t sure if he said something wrong the last time, or if it was something else. As emotional as the conversation had been, he thinks they’d ended on a good note. That note being a kiss on the cheek from Esther that had left him flustered for days.

He felt like a freshly created angel. He was far too old to be acting like this.

Lucifer groans when his phone rings, hoping it’s not one of the other sins. He’s not in the mood to deal with Mammon’s whining or Bee’s party invites that she knows he’ll never attend.

He lists his phone to his face and nearly topples over in his chair when he sees it’s Charlie calling him.

“Charlie! Hey! How’s it going?”

“Heeeeey dad,” she says nervously. “You have to promise not to freak out.”

“Char char, apple pie, that’s a terrible way to start a conversation,” he says, leg already shaking anxiously. “What’s going on over there?”

“You have to promise,” she replies quickly.

He sighs and rubs his temple with his empty hand. “Charlie, I’m not going to promise anything if you’re potentially in danger.”

“Nooo! No! Nope! No danger here! Just Uncle Azrael visiting again and wanting to speak with you! With Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Uriel?” Charlie’s voice lowers in tone so much in the end that Lucifer nearly doesn’t catch her mumbling.

He feels his whole body vibrate with rage and feels his horns and tail whip out from him. “What did you say?” He can hear his voice layer as his eyes shift to red, glowing bright as his irises disappear.

“Okay, so we’re freaking out! How about some breathing exercises to help us relax and then we can sit down and talk,” Charlie says through the phone.

Lucifer barely hears her as his phone is crushed in his hadn’t and he lets his magic swirl around him ribbons or red smoke and golden sparks. One moment he’s staring down at his desk and the next he’s in the hotel lobby, standing in front of his daughter with wings spread nearly wall to wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here unannounced?”

Azrael steps forward, hands help up in a reassuring manner as Uriel and Gabriel remain in their place. Lucifer barely spares them a glance as Azrael moves closer to him.

“Lucifer please, let us talk peacefully. We had a good time during my last visit, did we not?”

“I tolerated you here because of Esther, and because I know you wouldn’t start a fight. I never said I wanted to see them too,” Lucifer snaps back, tail whipping harshly behind him in anger.

“Well we’re here, so are you going to settle down and talk like the adult you’re supposed to be or are going to keep up this tantrum?” Uriel asks bluntly, lilac eyes dead set on him. She tucks a strand of her short white hair behind her ear as she speaks.

He growls at her in response but makes his wings smaller, at the very least.

“Forgive me if I’m not keen on three Virtues barging into my place and approaching my daughter while I’m not present,” Lucifer responds through grit teeth. Azrael takes another step towards him.

“Ignore Uriel, you know she can be brash. I understand what this may look like but we weren’t aware that you weren’t here. That is why I had Charlie give you a call,” Azrael replies. Lucifer calms his tail and allows his golden irises to return as he turns to his daughter.

Charlie nods in confirmation to Azrael’s words and places a hand on his shoulder. Lucifer closes his eyes and sighs, feeling his horns and tail recede and his eyes shift back to their usual red irises. He rolls his shoulders and retracts his wings as well before looking back up at his siblings.

“Thank you,” Azrael says. Uriel and Gabriel step closer to him as he continues. “Now, I came down because I wanted to get the chance to speak more with you, as I spent most of my time with Charlie during my last visit. Gabriel is here because he wanted to personally deliver a message to you, and Uriel… well I hope you remember how she is?”

Uriel pushes past Azrael at that, moving herself into Lucifer’s personal space throwing her arms around his shoulders in a bear hug. She squeezes him tightly, and he feels his bones ache at her strength.

“I can’t finally visit my little brother? Thousands of years and I’m finally getting the chance to come here, you bet your ass I’ll be here,” she says as she continues to squeeze him. Lucifer isn’t really sure how to respond, arms stuck at his sides due to Uriel’s tight hold and eyes blown wide.

“Uriel, I think you might break him if you continue,” Gabriel speaks up behind her. She scoffs but gives him one last squeeze and let’s go, her hands resting on her shoulders.

“Haven’t grown much in all these years I see, and your eyes are red now. I like it, they match your marks now,” Uriel says, one hand patting at his face.

Lucifer just stares at her incredulously. He wants to say a lot of things, but he knows Charlie would be disappointed and Azrael has already calmed him. He doesn’t want to test his brother’s seemingly endless patience. He knows better than most that every virtue has a vice, and Azrael is the eldest of his brothers. While he’s never fully fallen to his wrath, even during Lucifer’s time in Heaven there were vague rumors of Azrael’s anger, and one whisper of thousands of wings was enough to ensure he never wanted to be on the receiving end of it.

“Don’t give me that look,” Uriel says as she stares back at him. She uses the hand that was holding his cheek to flick his forehead. He winces away from her and rubs the spot. “Just as you aren’t allowed back up there, we weren’t allowed down here. But, since those idiots Adam and Sera decided to break that rule for their little power play, and Father allowed Esther down here, we figured we’d come down for an overdue visit too!”

“So I’m allowed back up there?” He asks.

“Absolutely not,” she replies, her smile still wide but her tone sharp. “I love you, little brother, truly, but don’t forget that Hell is a punishment of your own making. You are a Sin now, not a Virtue. If you are ever to enter the first gates, you’ll need permission from Father, and you know how he is.”

“So forgiving,” Lucifer replies sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her.

“Cheer up! Your soul’s redemption may not be possible but at least sinners can be redeemed! And your love life apparently,” she teases.

Lucifer gives her a glare but doesn’t move away from her or the next hug she gives him.

He hates to admit how much he missed them all. Uriel isn’t the first of his sisters he expected to see again, he’d actually expected Ramiel, but he won’t complain too much.

“Yeah about that, that’s why I’m here,” Gabriel spoke up, stepping forward.

He removes Uriel from on top of him and takes her place. Gabriel’s hug is much quicker than her’s, though still just as tight.

“Hey Sammy,” Gabriel says, patting his back as he does.

Lucifer wants to protest the usage of that name, but hearing it from Gabriel doesn’t sound as patronizing as if it were Michael saying it.

“Hey Gabriel,” Lucifer replies. Gabriel gives him one last squeeze before letting him go.

“Well, I came down because I did want to see you, but also because I have a message for you from Michael.”

And just like that, Lucifer’s mood sours again. He hears Azrael laugh a bit at the frown that has overtaken his features once more.

“Don’t give me that look. You’re lucky Michael had the sense to ask me to deliver it and didn’t come personally himself,” Gabriel says, seeing the look on his face.

Lucifer looks away with him, knowing he’s right but not wanting to admit it.

“Yeah, whatever. What does he want? And why couldn’t Esther just tell me this? Where is she?” Lucifer asks.

Gabriel winces a bit and Lucifer’s eyes narrow. “About that, it’s sort of related to the message. Michael has been worried about her. She said something to him and I guess after her last visit, he wanted to be sure she wasn’t rushing anything. So he has her doing some other tasks at the moment to keep her busy.”

Lucifer feels his eye twitch and the admission, has to make an effort to keep his horns and tail from coming out in anger again.

“So he’s keeping her from me,” he replies. Gabriel laughs a bit nervously at that.

“Not necessarily! He’s respecting her wishes for the most part. He just wants to make sure she’s thinking clearly.”

“He wants to keep her from seeing me.”

Gabriel says and rubs at his temples. “Sammy, you know it’s not that simple. Her being with you means she would fall, and as much as we want to see her happy, you have to remember that Michael is Heaven’s protector. It’s his job to keep all angels safe. And I don’t know what she said to him but it’s had him stressing out. He hasn’t stopped her from coming here, but he is trying to limit how often she comes.”

“He wants her to keep a level head,” Uriel speaks up again, joining Gabriel in front of him. He vaguely sees Azrael move closer to Charlie. “Your little love told Michael she’d fall for you, and he’s not too happy about it. The only reason he hasn’t locked her up again is because her coming down here is an order from Father.”

His heart shouldn’t flutter like this, but it does, knowing that she wants to be with him. It must show on his face because Uriel’s eyes narrow at him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” she says to him, flicking his forehead again. “Believe it or not, I’m with Michael on this one. I’m not too keen on seeing her fall after the things you’ve pulled. But ultimately it’ll be her choice! I just want to make sure she makes that choice when she’s completely sure of herself.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Lucifer replies, tone dark as he narrows his eyes at her. He grits his teeth and she smirks at him.

“Maybe not, but you sure may need to explain yourself to Michael,” she responds. She leans closer to him and whispers so the others don’t hear the next part. “She may forgive your actions but I do not, and forcing her to be around the product of your infidelity seems a bit cruel, even for you, little devil. Lust may not have been your sin but you sure embraced it when you had the chance.”

“You leave Charlie out of this,” he growls.

Uriel smiles down at him. “I don’t blame the Little Star for your failures. In fact, I’d like to get to know her, since Azrael already got the chance. From what I hear, the little star is quite the big dreamer! I like it!”

Uriel skips away from him and Gabriel steps in before he can stop her from getting closer to Charlie.

“She won’t hurt your daughter,” Gabriel says quickly, blocking him from going towards them. “Now I’m going to make this quick because I have other things to do. I wish I could catch up but unfortunately duty calls. Michael wants to caution you. He’s aware that Esther’s choice will ultimately be her own, but he will judge for himself when the time comes whether or not he feels it’s the right choice.”

“You know he won’t approve if she chooses to stay,” Lucifer replies.

“He won’t,” Gabriel agrees, knowing their older brother well. “But at the end of the day, even Michael has to obey father, and he seems to be leaving the choice open to Esther. Honestly, I think he’s more concerned about you hurting her again.”

“He says that like I chose to fall.”

“Actions have consequences,” Gabriel warns. “Choose your actions carefully this time, and Michael shouldn’t give you any trouble.”

Gabriel sighs as he turns away, heading towards the door.

“Why can I never win?” Lucifer asks him, though he knows the question isn’t really for Gabriel. “I’m created to temp sin, but also destroy it, and in the end I became it and was punished for it. Now it’s either Esther falls and I face Michael’s wrath for it, or I remain without my other half forever but I have my peace from Michael. Were the thousands of years we spent apart not enough?”

“Believe it or not, Michael does love you, little brother,” Gabriel says instead. “Everything he does, he does because he wants to protect us, even if it’s from ourselves.”

Lucifer watches as Gabriel opens a portal to Heaven and walks through without another word. As it closes, he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Azrael smiling at him. He sees Charlie sitting on the couch with Uriel, talking animatedly no doubt about the hotel as Uriel nods along.

“Come along. I’d like to catch up with you, and Uriel means no harm. You know her bark is far worse than her bite,” Azrael says, pulling him along the lobby and towards the elevator.

Lucifer does know that, but it doesn’t make her words hurt any less.

Uriel has always been blunt. She’s never one to mince her words and though she never means to be hurtful, she also doesn’t shy away from causing pain.

Her words are never meant to hurt, but if they do, it just means there’s truth behind it.

He knows Esther said she has no issues with Charlie, and he believes her because Esther wouldn’t lie to him, she never has, but she never said it didn’t hurt her. And as always, his thoughts turn to their relationship.

It had never been put in words before his fall. They weren’t married, they weren’t engaged, they weren’t dating, they were just together. They were in love and they were together. There were no other words back then to really describe it.

And though he understood as time went on what their relationship truly was, it hadn’t stopped the stupid decision he and Lilith made.

He forces himself to stop talking about it as he and Azrael walk together. His eldest brother mentions things about Earth, about how society has progressed, new animals have been created, and anything else he’s come across during his visits. It doesn’t surprise Lucifer too much, since sinners here typically bring the knowledge of their time alive down with them. Hell changes whenever Earth does. Lucifer recalls the days when everything was just small wooden homes, but everything was hand washed, food was found and caught just for that day, and it repeated. When technology started apparently on Earth, it didn’t take long for it to appear in Hell as well.

Hell mirrored Earth, it just only reflected back the worst aspects.

“I have missed you,” Azrael says to them as they sit in his workshop. He thankfully didn’t comment on the rubber ducks, but Lucifer can see some amusement in his eyes. “I know it doesn’t change what happened. Saying that we were only following orders doesn’t make it right to you, and though I’m sure you understand, that doesn’t mean you don’t wish it could’ve been different, or forgive us for it.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t all be a rebel. What’s a family without drama?” Lucifer says as he shrugs. Azrael chuckles a bit at his antics.

“I know why you didn’t, but I wish you’d have spoken to one of us before agreeing to Sera’s ideas. Even if it wasn’t Michael you spoke to, I wished you’d have at least spoken to me.”

“It’s not that simple,” Lucifer starts. “Just because I don’t think you’d start a fight doesn’t mean I don’t think you’d do anything else.”

“What else I would do, I’m unsure of. But the more I learn of Sera’s reasoning, the more I question why you agreed. Hell is not capable of an uprising, and I don’t say this because I think sinners or hellborn are weak, I say it because no one besides you and possibly the Ars Goetia would have a way to access Heaven.”

Lucifer doesn’t meet his eyes, but he feels Azrael already knows the answer he’s looking for. Esther seemed to have already caught on as well.

“Allowing the death of sinners won’t change the past,” Azrael says to him, a knowing look in his eyes. Lucifer hates it.

“Maybe not but it’s what they get for being stupid enough to choose evil,” Lucifer replies.

Azrael scoffs at him and moves closer. “Hell is their punishment. Anything further is just sadistic. I know you don’t enjoy death like this.”

He doesn’t. He hates the exterminations. He just hated sinners more, at least at the time. He was bitter and hurt and he thought that maybe if he allowed this, he’d one day be able to make up for his mistakes and go home.

Clearly it wasn’t the case. Ten thousand years and he’s still stuck here, and all the exterminations did was ruin the one friendship he had and drive a wedge between him and his daughter.

Charlie really was too good for this cesspool of madness.

“And if you want to cause problems for Heaven, you would’ve done so. You’re more than capable. You may not be allowed to enter but that wouldn’t have stopped you from forcing your way through.”

“Yeah, except I didn’t want to repeat the beating I got last time. I never wanted war with Heaven, I never wanted to see it fall. I just wanted a chance to prove I wasn’t evil. Barging in would kind of go against that,” Lucifer says.

Azrael nods along. “We are still debating Sera’s punishment, by the way.”

Lucifer looks at him incredulously. It’s been almost two months now since the extermination and they still haven’t figured out what to do? He thought they’d be quicker about it, but then again, in a place still so stuck in their old ways, he isn’t entirely surprised.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Azrael says, narrowing his eyes a bit. “There is much to discuss. While she should fall for her treason, we aren’t sure that dropping another powerful seraphim here won’t just cause more problems for you. While she knows what she did is wrong, she doesn’t seem very remorseful for anything other than the fact that she was found out. I fear she may try to bring harm to you or Charlie should she fall.”

“So should she continue to enjoy paradise in a cell, or should fall? She probably wouldn’t stay in the cell long. She’d probably be put on probation rather quickly and then back to her usual activities in no time! But if you drop her here, I can’t guarantee she'll remain alive.”

“Lucifer,” Azrael warns.

“Don’t start,” Lucifer snaps back. “After everything she did, if the sinners don’t get to her first, if she so much as looks in Charlie’s direction the wrong way, I can’t promise I won’t do something.”

“That is precisely why we’ve been debating her punishment for so long. Is the loss of more souls truly the goal here?”

“After the millions she’s killed? I don’t think anyone down here would cry over her death. Actually, there might be a parade! There were a lot of parties down here when Adam died,” Lucifer says, snickering to himself.

Azrael rolls his eyes at him, unamused by his lack of care. Though he never liked Adam, reveling in someone’s death was never something he enjoyed.

Well… he can admit there are some deaths he didn’t feel too bad about. But he didn’t enjoy it either.

There was a bit of amusement seeing their faces when they were denied access to Heaven but he’d keep that to himself. He never understood the self righteous people who thought committing atrocities under the guise of his Father’s name would grant them access to paradise.

“Enough of this. I wanted to also speak to you about Esther,” Azrael says. Lucifer’s eyes narrow at him again.

“What about her?”

“Don’t worry about Michael,” Azrael says to him. Lucifer’s eyes widen. It’s certainly not what he’d expected. “Father has already given Esther the choice. He knows he can’t keep you apart. The only reason she hadn’t fallen sooner is a combination of your misunderstanding and Michael’s interference. Should she choose to fall now, Michael will have to accept it. I’ll see to it.”

“Why? Why help me? Michael won’t be happy with you about this.”

“Michael can whine all he likes. At the end of the day, what Father has already made his choice. There is nothing to protect her from. Maybe protect her heart, should anything go wrong, but I trust that you’ve learned from your mistakes and will do better this time around.”

“I did,” Lucifer says, voice filled with conviction. “I won’t lose her again.”

“See you to it that you don’t,” is all Azrael says about it.

They continue to chat and catch up with each other about miscellaneous things. Azrael makes a few jokes about their time working together, and Lucifer can admit that he misses it. Michael may have been the brother he looked up to most, but Azrael was definitely the one he’d been closest to besides Uriel and Cassiel.

Ramiel spent a lot of time with Michael, and Gabriel was always busy. The other Seraphim were cool, but besides Sera who’s sphere was so close to his, he’d never spent much time with them. There were other angels with the title of Archangel as well, like Raphael who’d taken his place as the Virtue of Humility, but he never was around often, and even now from the sound of it, he spends most of his time on Earth instead of Heaven.

There was also Jophiel, the archangel of art and beauty, but she was usually with Metatron, guarded by Seraphiel. Lucifer was always in some kind of trouble, he wasn’t going to risk going anywhere near the highest of angels, the Chief of the Seraphim.

Michael may be the leader of Heaven’s army and above even some of the Seraphim due to his status as Father’s right hand, but Seraphiel was beyond a doubt the one to truly fear.

Back then, Lucifer feared going near him. Now, he’s pretty sure he’d burn even if he so much as glanced in Seraphiel’s direction.

The more he thinks about it, the worse it gets. If Seraphiel was ever ordered to, his power could probably wipe all of hell from existence.

Which really makes you wonder, if Father had wanted to get rid of evil, why hadn’t he used Seraphiel’s power of purification. It likely would’ve eradicated the evil that found its way onto Earth. He might’ve still fallen for his actions but at least there likely wouldn’t have been as many sinners, if any at all.

But no, apparently because Lucifer fucked up, Earth had to suffer with him Hell wouldn’t truly be a punishment if he wasn’t surrounded by his own unwilling creation.

Sinners really were the worst. Just because he supports his daughter’s ideas doesn’t mean he agrees with everything she says.

Once Azrael leaves, thankfully dragging Uriel with him, he spends the rest of the day in the lobby listening to Charlie and Vaggie brainstorm new redemption ideas.

It’s become clear that it’s likely Sir Pentious’s willingness to sacrifice himself for others he cared for that lead to his redemption, but they couldn’t clearly recreate that scenario.

Azrael had mentioned the possibility of a retrial, though they’d have to find a way to do that without making them die a second time.

Cassiel would likely be in charge of that. He was always the best judge of character between all of them. Which just reminded him that he’d have to face more of his siblings.

Thousands of years and he still didn’t feel ready for this. It felt like he’d inevitably have to face Michael eventually and he really didn’t want to.

Once Charlie and Vaggie retire to their room, Lucifer moves to the bar. Husk looks nervous in his presence but doesn’t say much but ask what he wants to drink.

Lucifer doesn’t even know. He asks for a glass of red wine and ignores Husk’s look of contempt for the drink. It gets placed in front of him anyway in a nice glass.

He swirls the liquid around a bit, unsure if he even wants to drink it, and looks up at Husk.

“If you had the chance to be with someone you love, but at the risk of getting the shit beat out of you, would you do it?” He finally asks. Husk looks confused that he’s even being spoken to, looks around a bit, before sighing and pointing at him.

“First of all, I don’t know why you’re saying it like we don’t all know who this is about. Second of all, if you really love her, getting the shit beat out of you by your brother should be worth it,” Husk says to him. Lucifer laughs a bit at his words and takes a sip of his wine.

“If a beating is what it takes, I’ll take the beating, even though I could take Michael in a fight. Bastard just had a whole army with him last time. No, my problem is that it’s Michael.”

“Daddy issues. Brother issues. Mo- wait do you have a mother?” Husk asks curiously.

Lucifer shakes his head. “Nope. Dad created us all, though he used different things to do it, which is why not all of us are related. We all just kind of woke up into existence. We never really had a childhood the way mortals or Hellborns do. The Seven Virtues and a few other Archangels and I were all created from the same material, which is why we all consider each other siblings, even if we aren’t all the same type of angel. Esther was created from a different material,” he answers. He adds the last part because he knows Husk still wonders about Lucifer and Esther’s connection, seeing as so many of the older angels are related. It’s a valid question, though still one that makes his stomach recoil at the thought.

“Makes sense I guess. So it took a whole army to take you down, huh?”

“I mean, I had some people to help me, who do you think the other sins are? They weren’t virtues or seraphs, but they were angels,” Lucifer answers.

Husk chokes on the bottle of whiskey he’d started drinking from and coughs as he pounds on the bar top for air.

“The fucking Deadly Sins are angels too?!”

“Why do you think they’re so much stronger than everyone else?” Lucifer asks incredulously. “They’re angels who agreed with my ideas, were tried, found guilty, and followed me down here. Lilith and I were the first ones down, and I’m without a doubt the unfortunate creator of this shithole, but they were the next beings to inhabit Hell. Satan in particular was the first to join. The order of the rings is the order they arrived in. Creating the imps was his idea, which I obviously helped with since I’m the only one with the power of creation. It’s why they all worship him.”

“How come they don’t look like angels?”

“Because they gave up their angelic forms,” Lucifer answers him. “I didn’t always look like this, you know. I mean, close but not quite like this. My eyes were gold, my feathers were mostly white with a bit of gold too. And obviously I didn’t have the horns, or tail, or snake. Well, I was always able to turn into a snake but my halo changed from gold bands along my hat to the snake and apple after my fall as a reminder of what I did and what I’ve become as the first demon.”

“What the fuck?” Husk asks.

“Yeah it’s a lot,” Lucifer agrees.

Husk stares at him incredulously for a solid minute before chugging his bottle again. Lucifer laughs and drinks more of his wine. He doesn’t have to ask Husk to refill it, the man is already opening the wine as he sets the glass down.

“I thought my life was a shitshow, and I lost my soul to a sadistic sociopath,” Husk says as he finishes pouring Lucifer’s new glass.

“Yeah well, billions of years alive leaves room for a lot of shit to happen.”

Husk taps his bottle to Lucifer’s glass and raises it in a mock toast before drinking. Lucifer lifts his as well before taking another sip.

“So, a whole army?”

Lucifer laughs again. “Yeah, it didn’t go well. Some Seraphim had to get involved eventually. I’m not the King of Hell for nothing,” he says smugly, giving Husk a prideful smirk. “I wasn’t God’s favorite for nothing. I wasn’t the strongest of the angels, I’m pretty sure if Azrael wanted to he could end me, but I was up there. I was a Prince, I was in line to take over Heaven should Father ever step down, I was the one given the power of creation, even if everyone thought the power should’ve been Michael’s.”

“Then why did you never use all that power here? I mean, you’re the king, by no offense, you rarely do shit.”

“Because Hell is as much a punishment for me as it is for you. I never wanted to create this place, and quite honestly, I still couldn’t give less of a shit about the sinners down here. Lilith cared, she loved sinners, but she’s also technically the first sinner so I’m not surprised. It’s why I let her run things. I’m more than content to let the rest of them destroy themselves with their own made up problems. If I stepped in, I wouldn’t be a king, I’d be a dictator. Hell might end up being a bit more peaceful but only because everyone would live in fear of stepping out of line. No, it’s much better to let you all live your lives as you see fit. At least then you’d have your freedom.”

Husk looks like he wants to ask more, even though he looks a bit more wary of Lucifer’s presence in front of him. Lucifer doesn’t blame him. If he had his way, Hell really would be much different. Overlords like Alastor would have no real power. But Lucifer gave humanity the gift of free will for a reason. If he led the way he wanted to, for his own peace of mind, there would be no point in that free will. He’d take it away from them as quickly as he gave it. Maybe it’s a bit sadistic, maybe becoming a demon truly did change him, but his hatred for humanity hasn’t changed in years. It isn’t about the change now just because he’s grown a soft spot for the ones in this hotel.

A knock at the door is what stops their conversation. They look between each other and the door before Lucifer stands to answer it.

He doesn’t expect to see Esther on the other side, but his eyes widen and his cheeks flush at her appearance. She smiles down at him, as beautiful as ever even in the lowlights of Hell’s reddish nights.

“May I come in?” She asks. Lucifer nods wordlessly and steps away to let her in. She nods in thanks and does so, waiting until he’s closed the door to continue. “Azrael told me of his, Uriel’s, and Gabriel’s visit, as well as Gabriel’s message. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”

He shakes his head. “Not your fault that Michael’s an ass. But uh- not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought he gave you some annoying tasks or whatever to keep you from coming.”

“Oh, that,” she says, rolling her eyes and making a shoo-ing gesture with her hand. “I finished that. Michael underestimates my work ethic. And I’m quite tired of his games. I’m here to stay for a few days, if that’s alright. I want to work a bit more with Charlie on her plans for redemption.”

Lucifer’s heart warms at her words. He isn’t sure what makes him happier; the fact that she’s willing to go against Michael or the fact that she wants to spend time with Charlie.

He thinks back to Uriel’s words, about it being cruel to make Esther be around Charlie. It’s been on his mind all day, despite Azrael telling him not to worry about it. Hearing Esther say now that she wants to spend time with his daughter fills him with a warmth he wasn’t prepared for.

She truly is perfect for him in every way.

“Just here for Charlie?” He asks coyly, smirking up at her. She laughs at his antics.

“Perhaps I can be convinced to spend time with others,” she teases back.

“Should I expect a certain someone to come down here looking for you?”

She knows he’s talking about Michael, and shakes her head. “I left a nice little note for him, and told the others where I was going so he should have no reason to. Now, it’s been a long day for the both of us, I’m sure. Could I trouble you for a room for the night?”

“My room?” He asks, despite knowing what her answer will be. As he predicts, she gives him a blank stare, no longer as amused.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I still haven’t gotten my dance.”

He grabs her hand, looking over to the bar where Husk is still watching, and nods to him before leading her to the elevator.

He takes her over to his side of the hotel, up to his tower. He doesn’t take her to his room, but to the closest room to his. Lucifer leads her in, shows her the amenities, and stands there as she moves around the room.

He should leave, he knows he should, but his feet feel stuck to the ground.

“Did you need anything? Do you have enough pillows? Or blankets? I can get some more for you, if you need? Or some books maybe? I know you liked to read before bed and-“

“Lucifer,” she says, cutting him off. “Something tells me that’s not really why you’re still here.”

She moves closer to him and holds his hands in hers. It steadies his thoughts, but not enough.

“I don’t know if I have the words for what I want to say,” he replies.

She smiles softly at him. “So don’t speak,” she says.

Had it been anyone else, he’d take it as being told to shut up. Be he knows her, and she knows him, and he smiles gratefully and snaps his fingers.

The lights dim and a clone of his own appears with a guitar. She looks between him and the clone with a skeptical look, though amused all the same. He moves on hand to her hip, the other still held tightly in hers as he lifts them. Her other hand that isn’t in his moves to his shoulder without needing to be told.

“When I look into your eyes, it’s like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise, well there’s so much they hold,” he sings, leading her into a waltz. She follows his lead effortlessly as they move, his clone singing lightly with him in the background.

“And just like them old stars, I see that you’ve come so far, to be right where you are; how old is your soul?”

She chuckles at his last line, knowing he’s even older than her. Not by much, granted, but still. Seeing the smile on her face makes him happy.

“Well, I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up.”

He twirls her away from him, watching as her other hand stretches out and she pulls against his hold, trusting that he’ll keep her steady and pull her back in. He does just that, bringing them closer again, this time with his hand resting on her shoulder blade.

“And when you’re needing your space, to do some navigating. I’ll be here patiently waiting, to see what you find,” he sings to her. He moves them to dance side by side, his arm around her waist and letting her lean her weight on his, before he moves in front of her again to list her by her waist and twirl her.

“‘Cause even the stars, they burn. Some even fall to the earth. We’ve got a lot to learn, God knows we’re worth it! No, I won’t give up.”

They move back into a standard waltz as he continues, hoping he’s conveying everything he can, as well as he can, for her sake. It almost pains him to mention his Father, doesn’t want to give his Father any credit in this, but she wouldn’t exist without him and if he’s allowing her down here to be with him, then it must mean something. He doesn’t want to think of the possibility of his Father not hating him anymore, not now, not with her in his arms, but he’ll allow this, if only so she understands how fully committed he is.

“I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily, I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make! Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake! And in the end, you're still my friend, at least we did intend for us to work, we didn't break, we didn't burn! We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in. I had to learn what I got, and what I'm not and who I am!”

He twirls her again as he sings the last note, staring into her beautiful dark blue eyes that shine back at him with an intensity as strong as fireworks.

He pushes her away as she spins, moving forward to hold both her hands again as they move around each other, arms coming over their hands and around each other's shoulders. He moves her so her back is to his chest as they sway a bit together.

“I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up. I’m still looking up!”

He dips her a bit, staring down at her before raising her again to lift her by her waist once more. She holds his shoulders as he does so before he lowers her back to the floor and spins her under his arm once more.

“Well I won’t give up on us! God knows I’m tough, he knows! We got a lot to learn! God knows we’re worth it!”

He presses closer to him, moving them back to the end of their waltz, hand resting on her hip again as he leads them gently around the room.

“I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up.”

He lets both hands fall to her hips before moving them around her waist. Esther’s own move to his shoulders, clasped behind his neck. His clone has disappeared and the music has faded as they continue to sway, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed.

Lucifer doesn’t want to let go, and Esther doesn’t seem ready to let him go either.

“Music has always been one of your better talents,” she says, breaking the peace and quiet. He groans a bit and pinches her side. She squeals a bit but laughs.

“Don’t act like you can’t sing. You just choose not to,” he says, resting his head on her shoulder. She takes his hat and tosses it across the room, using one hand to run her hands through his hair.

“I much prefer hearing your voice,” she replies. “Maybe next time I’ll join you.”

He lifts his head, a sparkle in his eyes. “Next time?”

“I told you I’d be staying for a few days, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he agrees, a giddiness at the idea of it. “I can give you a tour of hell. Not much to see, no where near as beautiful as Heaven, but that’s really just the Pride Ring because all the sinners are stuck here. We can go anywhere. Gluttony’s Ring is especially nice. So is Envy, but I’d much rather deal with Bee than Lev.”

“Slow down there,” Esther says, interrupting him. “I’m here to help Charlie, remember?”

“Right, yeah, that too,” he replies quickly. Esther chuckles and moves them to sit on the couch in front of her bed, facing the fireplace. He makes a motion towards it and it lights with a warm flame.

“How about we sit for a while and you can tell me about the others,” she asks.

He nods and they sit close, hands held together over her lap as he tells her about the other rings and the Sins that rule them.

He tells stories of each one, the good and more annoying ones, anything to keep her entertained. In response she tells him about her time in Primum Mobile. She hasn’t been back to their Sphere since his fall, something she seems to regret now, but she tells him about the other Archangels and Seraphs, and the new stories about them. She tells him more about Emily, the Seraphim of Joy that Charlie has befriended.

Time passes without either of them noticing. He isn’t sure which one of them falls asleep first, pressed together on the couch. Her head rests on his shoulder and his over hers as they sit there, exhausted but content.

The position is awkward and his body feels stiff when he wakes, but he hadn’t slept that well since before his fall.

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Hurray! Another chapter! As always, I apologize if there’s any spelling or grammar errors.

Fun fact! While reading up on facts about the Archangels for this, Azrael was definitely the most interesting, and I think that’s why I like writing him the most, though I’m loving Uriel too. I’m headcanoning Azrael as the oldest of Lucifer’s siblings, because when I was reading about him, it said that not only is he from the third Heaven, but it’s believe he had about four thousand wings. And with life always comes death, which is why I see him as being the oldest of the siblings, though not the oldest angel.

I’ve also seen a lot of back and forth about whether or not Michael and Lucifer are twins, and most things said no, they aren’t even brothers. But, I like to think that even though they aren’t twins, as I’ve made Lucifer here the youngest of his siblings (and as the youngest of my siblings, I feel like this is accurate) I feel like when Lucifer was created, he was created in Michael’s image, which is why I think they’d look the most alike. Though their hair colors are different, I think Lucifer styles his hair the way he does because it’s similar to Michael’s. And as I mentioned I believe Lucifer’s eyes and wings would’ve been gold before his fall, I think Michael’s are the same. Technically all the siblings are royalty, but I like to think Michael and Lucifer were the favorites, Lucifer in particular as he’s the only one of his siblings who is a Seraphim, the highest rank of angels. So as always, I’ve included a little doodle of what I think a few of his siblings would look like! I also drew a more detailed picture of Esther but I’ll save that for next chapter.

Let me know if you guys like the inclusion of music! If not, I’m okay with removing it. I can make the story work both ways, but I wanted to try something new (and I’ve already collected a playlist of potential songs).

Thanks again for reading! Please let me know what you think! See you next chapter! ❤️

Taglist: @dreamcatcher62 @art3misa635 @cimadreamer

[theglitchywriterboi]

My mother's being so irritating.

She has Symptoms™, so I [& one of my brothers later] were like "It may not be this but literally all of these are signs of diabetes" & she's like "Nooo I don't want diabetes". Then she complains about how she doesn't feel well & "Needs to go to the doctor" & we're all "Then go to the doctor" & she's like "Noooo I need someone to take me cause they won't give you medicine if you drive yourself" [both my brothers said that's not true, idk though] & so I was like "Well go to the doctor, have them find out what's wrong, & maybe they'll give you medicine, maybe they'll do what you think but at least you'll know & you can make an appointment to come back for the meds or ask if you can get a prescription to get at the pharmacy" ANS SHE REJECTED THAT TOO !!!!

Like dawg how do you expect us to care about your health when you whine & whine about how you NEED to sew a doctor [which is true !!!!] but constantly reject you know.... Going to the fucking doctor.....

[Also I'm not a doctor so again it may not be diabetes, but her main symptoms that make me think of it are: left leg is fully numb, worse bladder issues [they've never been great but it's gotten noticeably worse], & pitting edema or basically you can press on the skin w/ your hand & it leaves a dent. The latter thing can be a bad sign for a lot of things [& it's a newer thing btw***], but still. Even if she's not diabetic she's got something going on that needs addressing].

And I get it, going to the doctor is scary. The fear that you may find out something bad is scary !!! But it'll only get worse [& thus when you finally go to the doctor you'll hear what you feared] if you don't go ASAP. [Plus the fear that you'll be dismissed like is also real]

I think about it often maybe if my aunt had gone to the doctor a lot sooner if she wouldn't have died.

It's just annoying how she gets mad at us for "not caring about her health" but dawg YOU don't care about your health. When we try to care you ignore us......

[siennablaze219]

@daily-writing-challenge - May 2024 - Day 6 - Confidence

TW: suicide

Art Appreciation

Orialeyne received an invitation to the gallery of Vixyanna Ana’diel, sometimes it was good to be the only daughter of House Daywhisper. The very, very, gracious woman reached out to her cousin, Zubrette Goldensorrow, of course that had nothing to do with the fact that Zub’s uncle Landannis was a very exclusive evening wear designer who always enjoyed dressing his niece and Ori whenever they went anywhere together.

Ebony hair trailed over Ori’s paper white shoulder as she relaxed onto a forest green velvet loveseat in her drawing room and reached out to her cousin, “Hey Zubs! I have an invitation to that gallery showing coming up, want to go with me?”

You could hear the smile on the other woman over her comm device, “I actually got one posted to the house as well, we can meet you there.”

Ori grinned and draped her feet over the end of the loveseat she was on, shifting so her head was partially hanging off the seat, “Oooh do I finally get to meet this hunka burning Dracthyr of yours Zu-brat.”

“Not if you keep talking about him like that and most definitely not if you call me that in front of him! Meet me at Uncle Landannis’ shop next week, I used that old ruby and diamond necklace set you brought me to work up a design with Uncle Dannis that you will love. I am still so amazed that you have so much jewelry from your great great aunt that you want repurposed. Guess it keeps me busy when I am not on campaign though.”

Orialeyne stretched her fingers out looking at the holographic nail polish she just had done at the salon, “How you ever got your short stack self hired on to stand behind a shield and fight whatever threat our world faces day to day is beyond me. I have seen you, you can barely see over your shield.”

“Bitch, please, you know I draw attention like no one in Azeroth except you. Now shut up and let me get back to work. Dannis has five orders for dresses for women going to this art showing and he wants jeweled collars for two of them. Some days I miss doing my twisted wire designs.” Zubrette sighed dramatically.

“They didn’t pay nearly as well as he does for you to make the bobbles he attaches to his gowns. You should just retire and stay in Silvermoon full time again.” There was a hint of pleading in Ori’s voice.

Zubrette snorted, “And be that close to mother? Nooo thank you. Can you imagine the fit she is going to have when she finds out I am dating a Dracthyr?”

“I want to be there when you tell her. It will have to be three times as entertaining as when she heard about your Illidari friend and you weren’t even banging him, which is a shame as that man was sin personified.” Ori teased.

The paladin replied almost sharply, “A fact his new Kaldorei boyfriend agrees with I am sure. Anyway, I have to work, we can’t all lay around our houses all day.”

The rich young woman sat up in the loveseat again, “Sorry sweetie, you are both happier this way. I know you two still love one another, but you can’t change what you can’t change.”

“Yep yep! See you next week.”

When they went to the boutique Landanis was an absolute joy to work with, as usual. He and Zubrette had collaborated together and mixed the tiny woman’s jewelry making skills with his design to create an exquisite gown in black. It was studded with red gems that started sparse but then covered the entirety of the bottom of the skirt. The piece Zubrette had made for her was a silver and red jeweled harness worn beneath ithe gown that accented the weight of Ori’s full breasts.A perfect pair of red shoes, a beautiful updo and Ori was ready to meet her cousin and this new man of hers at the show.

Later in the Gallery…

The beautiful dilettante walked through the exhibit, usually she expected attention to be focused on her when she walked through a space, but this time Ori was transfixed by the art to even notice if she turned a stranger’s, or an acquaintance's, head at all. Each and every piece was beautiful, she had purchased two of the pieces and was considering a third for the house she and her cousins lived when the other two weren’t gallivanting off to Fel knew where. Art was a good investment and she tended to replace it every year or two because she got bored of looking at the same things all the time.

A glass of rose champagne dangled between two fingers while she listened to the magical violinist play. The green eyed woman moved at her own pace, ignoring the flow of the crowd around her. While she found it nice to have people to go to these things with, Ori never really needed anyone else to feel comfortable. She was an exceptionally confident person, some might say too confident, who had been attending large social events with her family, and sometimes on her own, since she was a young child.

“Orialeyne!” A voice as warm as a single malt scotch cried out and she turned to see a white blonde in a bright pink dress waving at her from a group of about six other women. Ori stood her ground and they moved to her, all smiling and chatting amongst themselves. Sylensria Cy’alaeth dipped her head to brush Ori’s cheek with a barely there kiss that would not smudge her lipstick. “Can you believe all this? It is so dark…”

Ori looked back up at the painting she was considering adding to her collection and said, “I think they are hauntingly beautiful.”

Sylen placed a hand on the curvy woman’s shoulder, “Oh yes, of course it is beautiful, of course. I heard that Vaerenssa bought a piece from the artist, she said the showings are amazing but the after party is where it is at.”

One of the other women chuckled, “I always love attending for that alone. Well worth dropping the right word here and there to get invited. Speaking of the right people to get invited, how did your cousin manage to get in? Riding your coattails again? We saw her with this devastatingly handsome Dracthyr.”

“Her House was sent an invitation,” Ori said with a look that said she cared little about the other woman’s question. “I have not seen her here yet, but I knew she was bringing her boyfriend.”

“Oh yes,” the woman, Loraldina Hajirina-Lightfame, commented, “that is why she got invited. Her uncle never wants to attend these things and see his fashions sparkle in the light he creates them for.”

Taking a sip of her champagne with a small smirk, “Yes well, that sparkle comes from Zubrette’s shop now, she works almost exclusively making pieces for his gowns.”

Loraldina smiled haughtily, “A shop, yes, well I suppose she has to do what work she can with the disgrace and all. Last I heard they almost had to sell the estate because they were so poor. The sweet child, it must have been so tragic for her, losing her money and losing her brothers too, they were all so gorgeous, what a waste.” That smile was turned on another woman in the group, “Your aunt Eaamaie was married to the oldest brother, Estian, isn’t that right? It must have been awful having found him after the tragedy.”

“Ohhh,speaking of tragedies.” Sylen said and leaned into the group pretending to speak quietly, just a bunch of good friends gossiping as women do, “did you hear that the Emberring estate got robbed during their luncheon last week?”

Yes, that’s right make the transition right from Ori’s cousin committing suicide over losing his family’s fortune because he was trying to keep his wife ‘in a manner in which she had become accustomed to’ then the other brothers following Kael’thas to their deaths.

A towering redhead with freckles sprinkled across her nose and her chest, Ji’alothixne ‘Jinxie’, chimed in, “I bet it is that same daring thief that has been sneaking into places during parties and stealing all the jewelry. That makes six this year already, and at least twenty-five in the past two. Who knows how many before that.”

“Well, I know I am hiring extra security for my welcome to summer ball next week. Can’t take too many chances these days,” Loraldina said then looked to Ori, “Oh please tell me you’ll come.”

Ori took in the ropes of diamonds looped around the woman’s neck and smiled in a cat that swallowed the canary impersonation, “Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

@vixannya

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Peter 1 and 3 prompt idea maybe?

Peter 3 is easily the craziest of the bunch! Always doing something crazy, having a good time, etc...

Peter 1 and 3 are usually the ones who play crazy games. They play hide and seek, tag, etc...but they decide to switch it up and play a quiet board game! Peter 3 is great at board games and Peter 1 don't like it! So he starts taking cards, moving his piece when he isn't looking, etc... Peter 3 catches him and decides there is only one way to get him back! Long story short.. tickles break out!

Ler!Peter3 Lee!Peter1

Rules of the Game

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Peter 1's pretty bad when it comes to cheating at board games 😭 He doesn't have the attention span to do it properly so he tries to cheat to give himself an advantage ❤️ Don't worry, Peter 3 teaches him veeeery quickly that cheating against your older brother is not the brightest decision :) Enjoy!)

The house was quiet. Which was unusual for a Saturday that both younger Peters had off.

Normally they would be chasing each other through the halls, climbing up the walls, or wrestling across the floor as various pieces of furniture toppled in their wake. However, this weekend was a calmer weekend for two reasons.

First, both of the younger Peters had an injury. The youngest had broken his arm in a Spiderman incident and the middle Peter had rolled his ankle from a work incident.

While they both argued they could still be active even with the injuries, Otto and Peter 2 begged to differ. And they were the second reason they were playing a board game instead.

After some bickering, the two had settled on Monopoly. They had set up the game in between them on the couch so Three could prop up his ankle on the coffee table.

Three rolled the dice and moved his piece. "One, two, three, four. Yes! Now I got the railroad I needed!"

"Oh come on! How do you keep doing that!"

Three smirked. "Cause I paid attention to Aunt May and Uncle Ben's techniques during game nights."

One pouted as he rolled his dice. He moved his piece and promptly landed on one of Three's properties.

"Oho the irohony."

"Nooo!"

"Come on Pete." Three stretched his arms above his head and arched his back to stretch it. "Don't be a sore looser."

While Three was distracted by his stretch, One slipped his twenties out of his piles and into his sling. "I don't have enough to pay you this time.

The older Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't you just get some money?"

One shook his head.

"I could have sworn . . . " Three shrugged. "Just get another loan from the bank."

Peter 1 gathered the amount he needed and paid his older brother. "Your move."

When Three's attention was diverted again, Peter 1 slipped the money out of his sling and back into place so he could buy the next property he needed.

However, Three gave him a look.

"What?"

"How do you have enough to buy the property, but you didn't have enough to pay when you landed on mine?"

One tensed. "No reason."

The older Peter pointed to the youngest's broken arm. "What's that?"

Peter 1 gestured to his arm. "A broken arm."

"Not that." The tallest Spiderman leaned forward and snagged something out of his sling.

"Hey!"

Three held up the slightly crumpled bill and his jaw dropped. "You've been hiding money in your sling!"

One's eyes widened. "How'd that get there!"

"You were the one who also moved my piece so I couldn't get Baltimore!"

The youngest started to scoot back. "N-no!"

"Oh you're going to get it now!"

A moment later, Three flew across the couch and tackled his baby brother to the floor.

"Eep! Three!"

Minding his broken arm, Three pinned the youngest to the ground. "Come here!"

One squealed as fingers wormed their way into the armpit of his good arm. "NOHO! NAT THERE!"

"Dawww, the wittwe baby's awl squirmy," Three teased.

"NAHAHA!"

"What's wrong Bug?" Peter 3 leaned forward. "Ticklish?"

"EEP! SHUSH!"

"You know, you should really learn to ask for tickles Bug. Then you wouldn't have to annoy me or Two for them."

One's cheeks got a pinkish hue to them. "IHIM NOT!"

Peter 3 wormed his hand back out. "Then why?"

"Cahause Ihi wanna wihin."

"Then why don't you just learn to play correctly so you wouldn't have to cheat?"

The youngest whined. "That's tohoo much wohork."

Three rolled his eyes. "That's how you improve at something Bug. Yohou gotta work ohon it."

One sighed. "Okahay."

"Thank you." The older Peter moved to sit up. "Now, if you ask nicely, I could teach you how to play correctly."

One smirked. "So your old man skills can actually come in handy?"

Peter 3 gave One a look. "If you make another comment about my age, you're gonna get raspberries."

The youngest squeaked.

Both sides were quiet for juat a few seconds longer.

"Suhure you'll have enohough energy Grandpa?"

A moment later, Three moved. After unleashing a handful of raspberries into One's neck, Three moved down to pepper another handful into random places on his upper torso. Once he was done there, he saved one especially big one for the bottom of Peter 1's foot that almost earned him a kick to the face.

Three then leaned over the giggly form of his baby brother. "Any more wisecracks you wanna give?"

The youngest looked like he was debating another retort.

"Ihive still got some raspberries left to give you ihif you wanna say it Bubba."

"Suhurprised yohou still have ahany breheath leheft without yohour oxygen tahAAAANK! NAAAA!"

Peter 3 repeated the same process as before. A group to the neck, a handful to his upper torso, and a few to his feet. However, instead of ending with his feet, Three saved his biggest raspberry for his baby brother's belly button.

Peter 1 collapsed into a puddle of giggles after Three was done.

"Ahare you done now? Ohor do you want to keep going?"

One gave his older brother the biggest smirk he could. "Yohour raspberrihies hahavent wohon yeEET!"

While Peter 1 went on with his rant, Three's head had dipped closer to his tummy, stopping a few inches above.

Three smirked up at the youngest. "I was trying to go easy on you Bug. But if you want more, I can give you more."

Peter 1 turtled at the threat. He hid his face behind his one good hand.

While he was hiding, two hands wrapped around his hips. "Five. . ."

"Eep! Yohou suck!"

"Four . . ."

"Don't cohount!"

A gentle squeeze. "Three. . ."

"Eep! You . . .!"

"Two . . ."

"Grumpyhy old mahan!"

There was a pause.

"One!"

One squealed and pressed a hand to his brother's head as he unleashed the worst tickle weapon he had.

Facial hair.

Three had been trying to grow out the scruff on his face into a sensible beard and it was his favorite tickle weapon to use on his younger brother.

To save his energy, Three slowly moved his face around while squeezing One's hips. This made One buck and scratch his own tummy against the facial hair rather than Three having to do it.

"NAHAHA---." The youngest Peter snorted. "OHOKAY! OKAHAHAY!"

Peter 3 lifted his head. "Okay what?"

"Ihim sorryhy."

"For?"

One bit his lip again.

Three leaned forward. "For?"

"Ahh! I'm sorry for calling you old! I'm sorryhyhy!"

"Thank you." Peter 3 sat back up.

Peter 1 took a big breath. "Woohohoo."

"You good?"

Peter 1 gave his older brother a thumbs up. "Ihim gohood. Myhy stomach juhust tinglehels."

"Awwww."

One scowled. "Nohot aww! Yohou wehere a jerk!"

"By giving you what you wanted?"

The blush on Peter 1's face crept down to his neck.

"Yeah, I'm juwst a big buwwy, awent I?"

"Shhhhh."

Three chuckled. "Now, do you want to stay there, or do you want me to show you how to play Monopoly properly?"

Peter 1 sat up. "So Ihi cahan beheat you?"

Three smirked. "You're on!"

During their struggle, the younger two Peters had tipped the board off the couch and down to the floor.

They simply restarted the game and this time, Peter 3 showed Peter 1 the proper way to smoke somebody at Monopoly.

[maythearo]

I think Jamil doesn't need a real "Uncle Ben" figure to teach him "great powers, great responsibilities" since he's pretty responsible. Like, he takes care of Kalim his entire life and all. And Gwen didn't lose her uncle or aunt, she lost her best friend.

But at the same time, even he hates Kalim, if he lost him, that still counts a cannon event(?).

Before Uncle Ben's death in Tobey Maguire's movie, he said "I miss the part where that's my problem". Think about it: Jamil finally gets a chance to be himself, be free. Without worries, without responsibilities. While he's using a mask, no person would find out and co relation his behavior with the Asim family. With that said, he isn't a hero yet. He just a random guy using a suit like someone in comic-con. But he forgerts about time itself. And I didn't thought about it too much, but he saw someone sus and don't do a single thing. Hes not a hero, the only person he needs to protect is Kalim. Turns out that single "Idc" leads to Kalim's death. So he takes the path, like in the beginning of Tobey's and Andrew's movie where they search for the killer.

I had more things to say, but I totally forgot about it.

The BR Jamil Simp Anon

Jamil's the most responsible spider-man in the multiverse fr

Losing Kalim could count as a canon event now that I think about it 🤔 a canon event of this type, from my understanding could either be the loss of a mentor (not specifically uncle Ben, Tom Holland's spider-man lost aunt May) OR of a best friend (like Spider-Gwen when she lost Peter, or when in Andrew Garfield's role he lost Gwen. In Tom Holland's universe he was supposed to lose MJ too, but Andrew saved her last minute since he's an anomaly in that movie and interfered with the event just like Miles did with Pavitr's universe when he saved the police chief)! Jamil may not consider Kalim as the dearest friend or anything like that, HOWEVER Kalim does consider Jamil to be his best friend... so... in a weird way that could count as a canon event, I think? An unexpected one, but still! NOOO MY SUNSHINE BOY

I still have to rewatch the old movies to remember the major stuff that happened, but how could I forget about the "I missed the part where that's my problem"? THERE'S SO MUCH TRAGEDY!! Jamil took the opportunity to be free at least while he's spider-man... but turns out, responsabilities follow him around no matter where he goes, or who he tries to be.

As for the other movie sequels, all I recall from them is that at least in Tobey's story, there's a brief period of time he gives up being spider-man? Or maybe I'm remembering the order of facts wrong, and he only stopped the super hero duty because his powers weren't working anymore? (Correct me if I'm wrong though). But regardless, what came to mind here was the question of what if Jamil gave up on that too? Just as a second possibility, like, "if he can't even be free as that alter-ego then what's the point"? I'm screaming and crying, why do all paths of this au lead to pain end suffering??? To my favorite guy no less?????? 😫😫😫

And for the last point, I guess so! It's just that whenever I think about twst's universe I tend to imagine the majority of people there use/are used to seeing magic in their day to day lives, while in marvel's universe science and technology are more prominent than magic itself. Idk how to explain it, but I feel like magic usage has a bigger "weight" in stories than science does? (Depending on how the story plays with it of course) So in a world where magic is more prominent than science, it kinda feels a bit unbalanced in terms of how the characters' powers play out. Like why use science if magic can do these same things with much more ease? Even if it's just to cut some corners, at least to my view it feels a little out of place. But that's just me really!!

[the-cat-chat]

December 13, 2024

Krampus (2015)

When dysfunctional family squabbling causes young Max to lose his festive spirit, it unleashes the wrath of the fearsome demon.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: Happy Friday the 13th! I swear there were so many more Friday the 13ths this year than usual. Unluckily (or luckily? I don't even know any more) there still aren't any Friday the 13th movies for us to watch. And in the spirit of Christmas, we've got holiday horror.

In the beginning, I had hope for this movie. Not high hopes, but hope. Krampus is a perfect setup for a Christmas horror movie, how could it go so wrong? I think what upsets me most about this movie is that Krampus should be targeting naughty or mean or bad kids at Christmas right? Right? Well here we have young Max who is the sweetest kid, and he loses faith at Christmas because of how his family members bully him and how dysfunctional they are. He feels like the wrong target for Krampus. At least make Max a naughty kid at the beginning of the movie so this attack by Krampus and co. feels justified. You could even give him a nice character arc that way too, forcing him to be kind and regret his earlier bad behavior. But no. What is Max's lesson? To not be angry when people pick on him? To sacrifice himself for other peoples' mistakes and wrongdoings?

Plus, the movie introduces so many plot points or character details that go nowhere. For example, we have a stressed marriage due to overworking father, strained relationship between aunt and niece, sisters grown distant due to class differences, etc. But in the end, none of it amounts to anything or progresses the plot or forces character growth. The only growth we get is from the husbands bonding, which is like the least interesting dynamic from the list above.

This movie doesn't know exactly what it wants to be. Like in the beginning, there are some serious issues brought up. It began to feel like a family drama where we tackle some issues. And then it went 180 and became so over the top campy and everything important and serious is dropped off the face of the earth. If you want campy, then just commit to it.

Final gripe: Too. Many. Villains. You can have Krampus and maybe ONE minion. Okay? One. That's it. You can even count all the evil gingerbreads as one if you want. Too many villains dilute the scares in my opinion cause your brain is on overload.

I'm not even gonna talk about the monsters in this movie. No thanks, I've blocked that trauma.

Rating: 3/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Sooo a Friday the 13th in December is a special holiday. And since we couldn’t find a Friday the 13th movie streaming that we haven’t seen weeee (I mean meeeee stupidly) picked this movie. - Krampus could only be a hallucination that lets you get a glimpse of what a good day in purgatory would look like.

I ’m gonna start with the grossness of Krampus. The eyes, the tongue, the teeth, the fingers. And his minions. I don’t wanna talk about the Jack in the Box. But what the actual actuallll. That mouth. The gingies with their shivs. The bird doll thing. The bear. The sounds. The tongues. Whyyy so many tongues?!?! The shrieking screeches. The jingling. Oh and the elves. Whhhy!?!? The giggles. Ugggg.

And the plot. First, the cousins and other family. Wow. And this poor kid. All he wanted was his family to not be dysfunctional and have a good Christmas. Is that too much to ask? I don’t think so. I feel for him. Butttt nooooo Krampus had to come anyway. Why? Like he wasn’t bad - he was upset - soooo why punish him. I really lost the plot beyond just all the gross characters bc none of it makes sense. Honestly, I was peeved at the end. So stupid. All that suffering. It’s CHRISTMAS!!!! Whyyyyy can’t the stupid new Grinch be out or why isn’t there a Christmas Friday the 13th?? There’s 500 other versions!!! Buttttt nooo it’s just the stupid gross Krampus movie. I need therapy now more than ever.

Rating:-10/10 Black Christmas Cats 🐈‍⬛

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #76: The Lizard Lives!

Read Date: July 02, 2023 Cover Date: September 1969 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Buscema ● Inker: Jim Mooney ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● (with this issue, I’ll be caught up with all available episodes of ‘Swinging through Spider-Man’! nooo, I want more!) ● oo, sharing this panel because I think this is the first time this pose has come up! there are really only so many ways to depict someone swinging, so I appreciate when I see something new that catches my attention

● Human Torch ex machina ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: With the Lizard on the rampage, all the beast can remember is it's defeat at the hands of Spider-Man and vows to get revenge against the wall-crawler. Meanwhile, Spidey helps the Connors find a safe hotel room to hide in and vows to Martha and Billy that he will find Curt and change him back to human form. He then returns home and returns to his guise of Peter Parker. He checks on his Aunt May who is resting in Florida and briefly runs into Harry, who's looking to shoot the breeze with his roommate, but as usual, Pete is on his way out. Peter later visits the Stacy home and meets with Gwen, who asks Peter to share his secret with her because his disappearances have gone on far too long. Peter promises he'll tell her soon, but not yet. Before going out on a date, they are interrupted by George Stacy and Joe Robertson, who has been talking about Spider-Man. George asks Peter to come back sometime soon and discuss what he knows about Spider-Man, having taken so many pictures of the wall crawler.

The next morning, when Peter hears reports of a giant lizard on the radio, he goes out on the prowl as Spider-Man in hopes of capturing the Lizard before anyone else does. Sure enough, Spider-Man finds the Lizard. However, he is so determined to not to hurt his friend, Curt Conners, that the Lizard manages to overpower the wall-crawler and beat him close to submission. As the Lizard dangles Spider-Man over the edge of a building, the Human Torch arrives just in time to "save" Spider-Man, and ruin his plan to lure the Lizard down the side of the building. After bringing Spider-Man back to the rooftop, the Torch decides to fight the Lizard on the wall-crawlers behalf. Spider-Man seems powerless to stop what he thinks will be the destruction of the Lizard, as well as its alter ego, Curt Conners.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_76)

Fan Art: Spider-Man vs The Lizard by DinoDilopho

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 76

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 48

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

The Devils in the Details

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61616833 by kyrion “Peter doesn’t have a coat.” Tony tears open three packets of instant hot chocolate and dumps them in a cup. “I’ve asked him five times already. Five! But nooo,” Tony imitates a whiny voice as he pours the hot water and begins to stir, “I’m not cold, Mr. Stark! I like my hoodie, Mr. Stark! That wasn’t a sneeze, Mr. Stark!”   __________ Somehow, Peter's missing winter coat is something Clint feels equipped to fix. He has a solution: darts. Tony and May's solution involves a bit of sleuthing ... and an old Lego box. Words: 4235, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Misunderstandings, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Clint Barton & Tony Stark Friendship, Clint Barton is Good With Kids, winter themed, Secret Santa, POV Alternating read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61616833

[t-lostinworlds]

THE PART WHERE PETER CAUGHT THE GREEN GOBLINS BOMB THE LOCATION HELP I’M OVERTHINKING THINGS

[styrafoam-cup-blog]

Aunt may…I-is d-dead?!

[na-na-namine]

Luz: I never wanted you to worry...

Eda: I did. And I am so proud of you. All the people you’ve saved...

Luz, crying: I don’t know what to do...

Eda: Yes you do.