#allan would probably get along with. idk. i act don’t know

[cable-salamdr]

Smiling Friends Co visit local lego show and find out that the main character in fact has main character levels of trauma. (+IPad children content and possibly the shittiest edit I have ever made but idc)

[paperstarwriters]

The arcana crew as beast-kin

Why? Because I wanna :P

General notes:

Everyone is based off of the card they’re associated with

Beast-kin tend to have magic that lets them look human (three forms; 1: anthropomorphic beast, 2: human with animal ears/wings and tails, and them as a normal human—I’ll be focusing on the animal aspects)

Just because they can do glamour magic doesn’t mean they can do other types of magic.

They still have their familiars, don’t worry.

If you wanna reference for the first form, just watch Beastars. The design is pretty similar (mainly thinking about the birds)

If you wanna reference for beast-kin in general check out the manga “Milady Just Wants to Relax” it’s what I’ve based the abilities off of and just beast-kin in general.

Asra

This sly fox :)

It’s probably because of my ties with anime but I imagine him like a multi-tailed fox

It’s purely so that you have more tails to cuddle and snuggle with.

You know how when foxes are in the snow they leap into the air then get their whole upper half stuck in the snow?

Well, when Asra hears something they want to catch, or they’re playing with Faust, they sometimes just... well....

It’s funny to see honestly.

Lowkey acts like a dog sometimes. They Loves the pats and chin scratches he can get and will whine until you give him more.

Sometimes you wake up to their tail(s) in your face. Good or bad, you decide.

In most folklore that have them, foxes aren’t exactly trusted, so often, Asra uses his glamour to make himself look like a human. However, when a customer runs unsavoury or maybe there’s just some mean brat that he wants to scare, his shadow still shows off his ears and tail(s)

Cuddles??? Cuddles!!!! Foxes are just so fluffy... Asra is no different. (In fact he might just be even fluffier)

Hate to delve a little into angst territory, but as a child since he was an orphan and all, Asra probably learned to basically act like a dog or a cat depending on the person to get more food, or to convince them that they’re a harmless beast-kin.

Nadia

Design wise, I love humanoid bird designs with their wings doubling as their arms and hands. Don’t ask me how this works logically right now we’re talking about crazy fantasy elements anyways, let me have this.

One thing I cannot get out of my mind is:

Nadia has her back to Lucio and he’s just talking and chattering nonsense. Then Lucio says something insanely stupid or offensive and whoever is talking to Lucio can see Nadia behind him just—

Whips her freaking head around 180°

It’s worse if she’s somewhere dark cause then you just see two red eyes coming into view as she slowly turns to glare at you.

Our queen is proud of her pretty talons, honestly probably spends a day sharpening them with Portia.

Goes out flying with Chandra at dusk if she has the time, and if you can fly (via spells, wings, a broomstick, etc.) you’re welcome to come along

Super accurate hearing. Honestly. It’s hard to hide an injury from Nadia even without her being an owl but she hears you Yelp in pain on the other side of the palace and she’s there in minutes.

Pretty problematic when she has headaches though :(

Preen feathers with her!! She’ll love having you card your fingers though her feathers making them less itchy. You’ll often help her preen after a bath, but honestly she’ll appreciate the sentiment anywhere but during an important meeting. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re providing her such wonderful affection.

Please don’t make owl jokes. She doesn’t like them. Sometimes she just avoids saying “who” so people don’t make that annoying joke. (It’s Natiqa’s favorite joke to make please spare Nadia the pain.)

“...and to whom will I be sending this?” “don’t you mean to “who” Dia?” *glare*

Julian

This is a happy raven ok? HAPPY. no birdie in a cage, ok?

The look we all know is probably his second form leaning to the first. Nadia’s would look somewhat similar

Crows & ravens are pretty dramatic birds. Reminds you of someone doesn’t it?

Idk if Edger Allan Poe even exists in this world, or any variant of it, but if it does... ooohhh if it does... this guy is totally gonna recite the poem in a dramatic flourish, and when he’s drunk you can sometimes find him chanting “ever more” same applies to any and all raven/crow themed media.

Screams. A lot. “Caw, caw b**ch” or “quoth the raven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Once convinced a bunch of birds to just go n take a dump on Lucio & his statue. He helped the servants clean when the work was dumped on them but they all agreed the bleat he made was hilarious(more on that later)

Shiny thing collector. Portia tried to get him to clean his stuff up but he has since bribed her out of it with a ball of yarn.

He and Portia make an odd pair of siblings, they’re still pretty much the same though. Crows are kinda just cats with wings.

“One day Illia, I’m probably just gonna eat you.”

*overly dramatic offended gasp*

All in good humor lol

Speaking of, their familiars are the same animal as they are!

So sometimes Julian scoops up Malak and says in a dramatic fashion (because however else would he say it) “I’ve found you my long lost brother! Oh how I’ve missed you!”

Portia does the same (more on that later)

Because his sister is a cat, Julian sometimes does a lot of cat-like things. (Case in point, he bleps. Tongue just kinda left out after yawning or something.)

Flies around with Malak often, like Nadia does, and sometimes carries Portia around with him. Will do the same for you if you want him to, sometimes if you don’t want him to as well. Expect to be grabbed from the ground and flown up into the sky at some point.

Bread. Boy loves his lobster claws but bread is a close second. “Aww yisss motha freaking bread crumbs”

Sometimes on a bad day, he just walks in dragging Pepi behind him who has her mouth latched on his tail

Portia

(If this were modern times) “you know, like, nya~!”

Look. Portia is so sweet to be around. But take that plus PURRING? And a soft as all frick FUR?

Honestly I think that sometimes when with Nadia has a bad headache, Portia purring is a great way to calm her down. You—you lucky MC, get to fall asleep to that.

She falls asleep on your lap and you are stuck there. Bound by a rule that transcends time and space. Her purring does little to aid the fact that YOU NEED TO PEE. The universe does not care of your internal tides, for your lover, who is also a cat, rests in your lap.

When she’s chasing down Julian for something stupid he often yells about being hunted. All in good fun!

“Mazelinka!!! Portia’s hunting me again!!!” “I wouldn’t be chasing you if you’d just clean your stuff!!!!”

Small boxes are her jam! Julian hates them, and like other birds doesn’t like closed spaces, but Portia loves em.

Good at squeezing into and out of tight places. Which is really helpful for sneaking around, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Swishy swishy tail.

Cast a little light spell for her to case down. She loves it, you love it, Pepi loves it— everyone wins! (Except for the furniture she crashes into)

Yes, she has picked up Pepi before and yelled very loudly for Julian to hear (often after he’s made the joke of his long lost brother Malak) “Oh Pepi, you’re my favorite sister!!!”

On a bad day, Malak may be found in Portia’s mouth. He’s completely unharmed if only a little ruffled, but it’s gotta be a pretty bad day to find her doing that.

If Camio is in her mouth it’s same business as always. She won’t kill hem either but if Mr. Sh**bird doesn’t shut up she’ll make him shut up. You don’t even know why he keeps coming back.

Not all cats like cuddling, but like Pepi, Portia LOVES it. So long as you’re the right person and not someone unpleasant.

Please don’t step on the tail.

As much as she doesn’t like baths she still does properly was herself. She just really doesn’t like it when her fur is all wet and clings to her body. Do you have a spell to dry her off quickly? Please use it. Save her the misery.

Muriel

pretty sure he’s even bigger as a bear. Like, it’s probably because of the added fur but— woah... Big. Bear.

Big arse bear with scars is SUPER intimidating buuuuut you saw him sitting in the sunlight with Inanna once, just napping in the sun. He looked so peaceful and so dang fluffy!!

He enjoys headpats and gets very flustered at belly rubs. He’s seen you do so to Inanna many times probably kinda wanting you to do the same to him though he would never willingly admit it.

When you two get closer expect to spend some time with his head in your lap. Pat his head rub his ears, Inanna may get jealous if you don’t also provide her attention

Just don’t let him fall asleep there, he’s gonna have a sore back later and you’re going to have numb legs.

Hunting, swimming, carrying you, this boy can do it all.

Unlike his usual(cannon) self, Muriel probably doesn’t carve any bear statures. The only one he’d have was probably a gift from Asra. Carves birds, bunnies, foxes, and wolves instead. Does NOT carve goats. Never have never will.

Again I hate to go int angst but Muriel probably wants to get his claws removed somehow. It’d hurt and it probably insanely unsafe, but they were used as weapons before and its one of the things on him that everyone is afraid of. If he could he’d probably try to change his teeth too.

Show him that claws aren’t something to be feared. They don’t have to be a weapon. They help him climb and hunt food and sometimes to even carve wood. Like humans and knives, his claws aren’t bad or inherently evil, and neither is he.

Giant. Teddy Bear. You will be getting hugs and falling asleep with a Giant Teddy Bear.

He probably keeps in his mostly human form though, because he stands out less that way and he looks a little less intimidating.

Short little bear tail on his butt. Plz don’t touch, he’s going to be blushing so hard if you do (let’s be honest, that’s all the more reason to do so)

In “Milady Just Wants to Relax” Beast-kin are feared as monsters and I don’t think it’d do Muriel any good to have to live with that kind of fear from everyone. However, when you come around un afraid and eager to provide head-pats, but patient enough to let him get comfortable with it, Muriel will probably start using less energy to try and glamour himself.

Sometimes he’s so caught up with you that when you go to the market together he forgets to cast a glamour. While some do get scared off most of the people who you buy from are only a little surprised and take things in stride. They still treat him like he’s human, and he’s forever grateful for that.

If I could write a beast-kin version of his route, the moment you and Muriel meet Morga is probably when you first realize he isn’t human. And it’s because Morga pointed it out.

“Why didn’t you fight? As a beast you’re stronger than them.”

He knows you’ve spent time with Asra but he probably assumed they kept it hidden from you most of the time.

Just love him please. Platonic or romantic doesn’t matter, just give him headpats and belly rubs and boop his nose. Keep him assured that you aren’t afraid of this giant teddy bear.

Lucio

We know of both first and second forms. They’re pretty much cannon, but just not a ghost.

Which means you finally get to pet the fluffy white fur.

This also means his horns can do an irritating amount of damage.

Also he’s so much more noisier now

*loud stupid goat noises*

It’s fun to make him bleat a lot. He tends to bleat when embarrassed. If you’re topping him expect a bleat every time you pin him to the wall.

Tries to butt heads with EVERYONE. Please stop him, Lucio is the only prey animal in the lineup!

Seriously, how has he survived this long?? Muriel is a bear! he could just.... chomp.

not that he would obviously, but I don’t think Asra would hesitate after what he’s done to you and his parents...

Portia too for that matter, if she realized that Lucio had forcefully given Julian the plague, Lucio would be forever running from a feral cat.

I know he’s probably skilled in fighting or whatever, enough to take down various fantastical beasts, but stiiiiiiilllll.....

Is it obvious I dislike Lucio?

Grouchy bias aside, Lucio is really good at climbing. Like I’m pretty sure he’s a sword fighter so just imagine him leaping onto ledges in order to get the high ground.

Still uses eyeliner. I don’t know how since he has fur sometimes, but yeah, he still somehow uses eyeliner.

Honestly he probably keeps in a mostly human form or just entirely human form for that reason exactly. It’s just easier to look good when he’s more human.

But if you wanna pet his luxurious fur then he is all but willing to take on his goat form. In fact, if he turns into his goat form around you (which is always) he pretty much expects you to brush his fur or just run your hands through his fur. He will whine very loudly if you don’t.

Spare everyone else’s ears (especially Nadia’s) and just give him the head pats.

[luna-memoria]

Night

Taking a break from my Secret Santa project to write some silent cat dialogue fic an attempt to write it anyway bc idk how to romance. anyways the Quantics are having a sleepover at Bri's place,, enjoy your read ヽ(^。^)ノ

..

"What are you doing?"

"That should be my question, dude. Didn't know you were a night owl."

"Ha ha. Right. So what are you doing? Should I be concerned over the fact that you're digging around in the kitchen at this hour?"

"I'm hungry."

"Really."

"It happens. Don't tell me it hasn't happened to you before."

"It hasn't."

"Okay, fine. I'm just gonna ignore you and go back to snack hunting."

"Why don't you turn the lights on? I don't really see how you can find anything in this dark. At least get your phone or something."

"Nah. It hurts my eyes."

"There aren't any snacks in there. They're over here."

"You really know your way around, huh."

"Of course."

"No, I mean- what?"

"Oh. Yeah. I have been here plenty of times, I suppose. Before- the Quantic team. It was just me and her."

"Yeah?"

"She didn't trust me that much at first. But then one time we got into a really bad situation which left us heavily injured, and she managed to get us here before we detransformed."

"And you just revealed yourself? Doesn't really sound like a you thing to do, alley cat."

"She had revealed herself by bringing me here. It just didn't seem fair to not do the same. Besides, I had planned on doing so for some time. So… yeah."

"Did you-"

"What?"

"Nah, forget it. You don't want to answer that."

"Now you're making me awfully curious. What is it?"

"Did you- have a crush on her? Ladybug?"

"What?"

"Um-"

"Nothing, I just thought- it was pretty obvious, was it not?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, well - I guess, at the time. I don't know if it was considered a crush or something like that, just that I liked her more than other people."

"Huh."

"I mean, she's pretty amazing. She's- everything I wanted to be, everything I wasn't. Still am not. Brave, determined, kind and things like that. Why am I telling you this again?"

"Because you adore me and wish to open up to me about your tragic backstory. Now go on, I wanna hear more."

"Tragic back- Okay. What else do you want to hear?"

"That can't be just it. You like her. What's next? You didn't do anything?"

"Do you know me to be the kind of person who acts on their feelings?"

"I wouldn't know that, but I do know that you have no problem using bad luck to avoid social situations-"

"That has literally nothing to do with what we're talking about right now. Back to the subject-"

"Sure, teach."

"-As I was saying. I liked her. We learned each other's identities and started working closer, being able to get in contact way easier than before. I guess somewhere along the way we became friends and started hanging out for fun. Then we met you guys and our team expanded to- well. What we have now. End of story."

"You would think a writer would be a better storyteller than that."

"Sure, I'd love to see you try and tell your life story to a friend while you're both stuffing your faces with snacks in the kitchen at midnight. Or, well, I don't know the time-"

"Friend?"

"I'm not mean or childish enough to call us anything other than that."

"I always thought you were embarrassed at the thought of being friends with us, y'know."

"I was, actually. Not at the thought of being friends with you guys. Just… general embarrassment from the stuff you guys like to pull off sometimes. You are a pretty lively bunch, and I- well, am myself. I get embarrassed easily. I am an anxious person. But you- you guys are nice."

"That's good to hear."

"Do you have any more questions?"

"Yep."

"Okay."

"You still like Bridgette?

"Of course I still- like her. She's taught me so much. I don't think- Whatever. But it's not like that anymore. She's not- we're not- meant to be. In this lifetime."

"That's- you don't know about that."

"No one does. And that's okay. I like where we are now."

"Never thought I'd hear something like that coming from you."

"Never foresaw the day both of us would be here doing this."

"Never foresaw the day you'd willingly tell me a story of your own."

"Willingly, huh."

"Come on! I didn't force you- you could have easily refused to elaborate and I would have let you."

"Why don't you share a story of yours back, then? To be fair."

"And what, make this conversation more personal than it already is? I think I'll pass, for now."

"You do realize it could be easily turned even more personal by discussing our, ahem, troubling family issues."

"Gasp! Shame on you, dude, no need to bring our villain dads into this. I can't believe you just took an angsty family issue and turned it into a joke."

"We can't always be upset over that."

"I know, yeah. I just wish it was easier. Learning terrible truths about someone you cared so much about."

"Do you still?"

"Wha- what even is that question? Of course I do, but that doesn't matter. He's- a villain."

"It's okay to still care."

"What? Why- yeah, really, I can't believe this is what we're talking about now. Do we really have to keep this up?"

"I think it's something that needs to be talked about sooner or later. It just so happens to be me who's sitting here right now. Of course, you don't have to, if you don't want to. I just thought it might be a good idea, you know. With our… shared- well."

"And you are dealing with this all easily?"

"You know I'm not. But I'm trying. Allegra told me the other day - there's no real way to- move on from all this. We can only continue on ahead. Move forward. It's not going to be something I could just forget about, but I don't want to let it weigh me down either. And I doubt my father would want that to happen as well."

"...I guess. Sorry for-"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's- okay."

"Yeah. Also this got personal way too quickly."

"Could be even more if-"

"Okay, stopping you right there. Not jumping into another one of those. Focus."

"You're not going to brush your teeth later, are you."

"I will. When everyone wakes up."

"I don't think they will be just yet. The girls will probably sleep in, at least."

"I doubt I'll go back to sleep."

"Huh."

"But it's all good! Might even get to watch the sunrise. That's something to look forward to."

"From here?"

"Yep. Nothing like watching daybreak from behind a dusty window, right?"

"...I suppose. There are stranger places to do that."

"And you?"

"I'm staying. Wouldn't want to wake them."

"Allan is a pretty light sleeper."

"Hmm. We're out of snacks."

"Yeah. Paprika flavor next?"

"Bridgette's going to hit you with a book if you open another packet."

"Heh, she would do that."

"You okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know what I mean."

"...I am, I think. I mean, not really, but like you said, I think I can live with it. Plus, it's nice, having someone who understands."

"I'm glad- Ow! Did you have to bump that hard on my shoulder?!"

"Yep. It's kind of strange, you know? Thinking back and seeing how we used to bicker over stupid stuff so much."

"We still do that."

"It's not the same. But it's nice, really. I hate the thought of us not being friends."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"Me too."

[moviegroovies]

so to me, one of the hallmarks of a good piece of media is people willingly thinking about the characters after it’s over.

obviously, this isn’t like, a 100% success rate kind of thing. there are objectively good, enjoyable pieces of media out there that have no “fandom” type presence on the internet, because, while it exhibited great worldbuilding/storytelling/framing/what have you, it just wasn’t made up of the kinds of characters that people latch on to; the joke about avatar (2009) having less than 100 fics on ao3 despite being the best selling movie of all time for a solid decade is well known because of this phenomenon exactly. amazing cgi, solid plot, but at the end of the day, not that many people cared about jake sully. even still, i think this character-imprinting thing has an important, often overlooked role in intrinsically endearing people to movies that, outside of this factor, might be easily forgettable or even outright disliked. 

case in point: my movie of the day/week/month (how often do i post on this blog, anyway?)....

that’s right, lads, today i’m going to talk about the lost boys. 

if you’ve seen the lost boys, you’ll probably know that it’s not like, objectively, a masterpiece. in fact, if i were feeling particularly uncharitable, it would be easy for me to describe it as a fairly straightforward, low-budget horror b-movie, with a aesop-heavy and simplistic plot and a penchant for cheesy special effects, saved only by its rockin’ soundtrack.

...but i won’t.

i won’t, because using that description would leave out a detail i think it’s completely unfair of me not to touch on: the characters. i love them!! i was hooked from just about the very start of the movie by david’s creepy, affably evil leadership style, sam’s dorky little brother-ness, and michael’s 3cool5school airs. each of the characters, down to the frog brothers (named edgar and allan after the esteemed mr. poe, which really tickled me), the other lost boys, grandpa, lucy, and max, have their own distinct quirkiness that makes them memorable and draws me to want to explore more of their world, more of their stories. 

not enough to watch the infamous direct-to-dvd sequels, of course, but you get what i’m saying. 

there’s an old tip in writing that says something along the lines of “good characters can save a bad plot, but a good plot can’t save bad characters,” and that pretty much sums up my thoughts exactly on this movie. like, the plot itself is pretty much the message ‘peer pressure is bad’ wrapped up in some ugly monster makeup; not exactly cult classic material. however, like i’ve said, the characters and the fact that we get genuine, endearing interactions between them outside of just furthering the plot save it from the dumpster fire and, together, put together a story greater than the sum of its parts. no, it’s not a fuckin’ cinematic masterpiece by any stretch of the words, but it’s a fun movie, and there’s a reason i’ve watched it four times in the past three days, you know? 

(a good chunk of that reason was me slowly losing my grip on my sanity as i frantically put in the dvd over and over again, desperately trying to make myself attracted to kiefer sutherland so i could enjoy the movie to the fullest extent of my ability. i’m proud to announce a perfect success rate, and a slightly degraded sense of taste in men, reflecting the completion of that goal. 

if you too want to find something to lust after beyond his objectively ugly as sin face, trust me when i say it’s all in the voice. mmmmm) 

my favorite thing that the lost boys did was the exploration of different types of friendship and familial bonds. that’s the most striking thing about the movie for me; not only are the characters individuals whom i would like to explore, their interactions with each other are touching and worth exploring in their own right. there’s definitely something about some stories that drives people to write fanfiction (or is that just me? ha ha), and imo, the lost boys totally has it. in fact, while the fandom is sitting pretty at 600+ fics on ao3 (take that, avatar), i was honestly sort of surprised there weren’t more, exploring all the interesting ‘what if’s’ the film presented, and expounding on the bonds that we got to see the effects of in the limited screentime we had. 

what i liked about those bonds was that there were such a multitude of them. there were quite a few platonic bonds making up the crux of the movie (being, in my opinion, much more interesting than the main romantic bond which was explored through star and michael, although isn’t that kind of always the case in these 80′s teen movies? i can’t think of a single designated couple i was actually invested in except for veronica sawyer and jason dean... ferris bueller and sloane peterson, maybe? but i also feel like those two were making a cameron sandwich, so idk if it counts lol), but the way they were treated was cool in that they were unique: we got to see two different kinds of sibling bonds, with michael and sam emerson joking around in an easy, teasing way that totally screamed “wow, this movie was written by someone who actually has a brother” to me (isn’t it sad that some people have clearly never so much as seen a set of siblings in their life, judging by the way they write them?) while edgar and allan frog seem to take themselves more seriously, like a pair of army buddies, we got to see the pack-like bond of the lost boys and the (mostly) good-natured way they hazed michael into their group before things went to shit with them, we got to see star (and some of the lost boys, if you pay attention) being protective and maternal around laddie, and we got to see the uneasy alliance turned nerdy friendship between the frogs and sam. there are also three parent-child bonds that get explored, between lucy and her father (it’s a pretty sweet take on the kindhearted grown child taking care of senile-ish father thing) and lucy and her boys, each of which she has a distinct relationship with: sam is the baby, while michael she seems to level with and trust more, even after he starts getting into trouble and acting up. 

then of course there are two (three, if you count the widow johnson/grandpa emerson subplot, which.... i totally do) romantic relationships: star and michael falling in a sort of love-at-first-sight passionate relationship that soon dooms mikey and eventually saves star, while lucy tries her best to get back into the dating game with max, who is nefarious, of course, but also a little bit sad. remember what i said about what-ifs? i would love to see a fic exploring what might have happened had max’s plan worked out after all, but i guess that’s neither here nor there.

not to be a blatant slash shipper jumping on any two male characters who move or anything, but i think possibly the most important/influential relationship in the whole thing was that between david and michael; michael, obviously, got drawn into the lost boys’ circle by his insta-attraction to star, but he sticks around because of david. he pretty much ignores star once they get to the cliff that night, his attention focused on david because he’s there, and he’s intense, and michael is kind of a dumb bi bitch totally captivated. he drinks max’s blood at david’s taunting, and in direct opposition to star’s advice. there’s a lot i could say on this subject but tbh i’m running out of steam, so that might be a thing for a whole different post.

basically, there are a lot of cool interactions in this movie, and i think a lot of film makers could take note of that. even critically acclaimed, award winning movies being made in today’s world tend to fail to hit that special note, that character-imprintation which makes the audience not only stay engaged to the end, but also to care. not every movie needs that, of course; not everything can launch a darkhorse fandom the way the lost boys has, and honestly, not everything should... unless it’s trying to cater to my interests, in which case, well. 

if all movies were made to cater to my interests, i would have the time of my fucking life, but it’d probably be dark days for the rest of y’all.

thinking about it now, the lack of that element is kind of what makes me wary of the horror genre in the first place; i find so many of those movies just boring as all hell, because they’re too into the “scaring” thing without any of the “caring” thing. people, if we don’t care about the characters we’re watching, then who the fuck gives a shit if they get devoured by shitsucking vampires, anyway? finding the lost boys, a “horror” (i guess i use the term loosely) movie which relied heavily on those character interactions was honestly a godsend, because THIS is what i want to see more of. going down that line of thought, i think it’s honestly a shame and a half that the sequels which joel schumacher planned never got to see the light of day (and, of course, that we were instead left with the tribe, which for the life of me i refuse to fucking watch). the interactions between the lost boys could have been the most interesting part of the movie, if only they had been spotlighted a bit more. that would have been the case in the proposed prequel, the beginning, which would see the boys start out before they became vampires at all. reading about the script for that is honestly sending me, tbh. we could have seen that, and what we got instead were “sequels” that focused mainly on the frogs, when they connected to the original movie at all? where’s the fucking justice?

whatever. that’s the one thing about this franchise i never could stomach; all the damn frog brothers.

(till next time!)

[onelovewonderwoman]

Why I Stayed || Part i/ii

Wooh second fanfic and I’m still trash. I really hope you guys like it, tbh this is so much better than my first one so like I’m glad but at the same time I wanna cry, ya know? Anyways, happy reading (or happy cringing if I’m right)

tags : @birkinvibes

request : Could u do a peter Parker x reader where he rlly likes Liz but the reader has been his friend for a while and she gets hurt over and over until she just gets mad?? Idk I think I just really like angst♥️♥️ thank u

Y/N = Your Name

words : 2007

Part ii

Masterlist

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“Did Liz get a new top?” Peter sighed dreamily.

“No, just never worn it with that skirt.” Ned replied just as dazed.

“Don’t you think you guys are being a bit creepy?” You questioned the boys sitting across from you.

Ned’s head shot over in your direction before he responded with, “We’re not creepy, we’re just admiring from afar.”

“Mhm, okay creepy.” You laughed.

Your attention turned to Peter, who was still gazing over at the most popular girl in school, Liz Allan. He’s always had a huge thing for her, and you wished that wasn’t the case. For years and years you’ve been holding feelings for your best friend, hoping he’d returned them, until the beginning of high school when he confessed to you about his infatuation with her. It crushed you.

“Hey, earth to Peter,” You waved your hand in front of his face, “You done gawking?”

Peter’s attention snapped to you and he cleared his throat, “I wasn’t gawking, I was just-”

“Admiring from afar, I know,” You finished for him, “It’s been two years now Pete, don’t you think you should get over her?”

Peter sighed and looked the other way for a moment before turning back to you and shaking his head.

“You don’t get it Y/N, there’s something different about Liz. She’s not like other girls and I know I’m probably the last person to have a chance with her, but-”

“But what Peter?” You cut him off, “If you think you’re the last person to have a chance with her, why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

‘Why do I keep doing this to myself when I’m the last person to have a chance with him.’ You thought to yourself.

“Why do you do that? Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be helping me? You’re my best friend.” Peter’s eyes widened towards you with a mix of frustration and desperation.

“I am your best friend, and I’m only trying to protect you,” You said desperately, “I really don’t want to see you get hurt.” ‘I really don’t want to see you with her.’

“You really think I’m not even the slightest bit good enough?” Peter said in disbelief.

‘You’re more than good enough, trust me.’ You thought.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, Pete,-” You were cut off by an alarm coming from Peter’s phone.

“Look, I have to go anyway. Stark Internship.” Peter got up from his place without another word and ran out of the lunchroom to do his thing.

You were the only one, along with Ned, who knew that the Stark Internship, wasn’t really an Internship. As it turns out, you’re best friend is the masked hero or vigilante, as most adult figures call him; Spider-Man. It took two months for you find out, and only because you walked in on Peter changing and the web crawler’s suit on the floor.

“You really have to tell him about how you feel,” Ned’s voice took you away from your thoughts, “You guys can’t keep going back and forth like this. It’s been months now.”

Ned was the only person who knew about you having a thing for Peter. He’s always urging you to tell Peter, especially when ‘fights’ like this happen.

“Ned, the fact that I like him had nothing to do with the point I was making earlier,” You sighed, “He’s going to get hurt really badly later on if he keeps fantasizing about being with her and can’t. I’m trying to protect him, and I’m not saying he’s not good enough, I just don’t trust people like her.” ‘I’m trying to protect him from every hurt I’ve felt when he didn’t want me because I wasn’t good enough.’

“Do you not trust her, or do you still love him?” Ned whispered to you, so no one in the crowded cafeteria would hear.

“Ned, for the last time, I’m over it.” You finalized.

As you sat there playing with your food and glancing around the room, Ned watched you and felt sympathy for you. It’s been years and years since you’ve been in love with the same guy, and years and years since you’ve been faced with rejection that guy didn’t even know he was giving you. You endured pain and heartbreak most days when he’d stare at Liz and stutter in academic decathlon when he’d talk to her.

Ned knew that even if Peter didn’t return the feelings you had for him, he’d always need you, and you knew that too. That’s why you stay. As his best friend, and nothing more, you stay and endure pain so he doesn’t have to. Whether it be as Spider-Man, or with Liz or Flash, or just being a teenager.

At least you had Spider-Man as something no one else knew about. At least when you were patching him up at nights, there wasn’t the topic of ‘how to get Liz’, there was just two best friends (despite you wanting it to be more) together.

There would always be a tap or knock on the widow in the middle of the night, and Peter would crawl in. Most of the time he would be hurt real bad. You would spend hours patching him up and talking about whatever you guys wanted. Sometimes you’d laugh a bit too loud and almost get caught by your parents with Spider-Man in your room. You never remember the hurt you feel then, it does, however, hit you with a bang the next day; but it’s worth it.

“Hey, I heard about the robbery. What happened yesterday? You never showed at my house, did you seriously come out unscathed? That’s impressive as hell.” You whispered to Peter, who currently had his head in his locker, reaching for books.

Once the locker shut and he turned his head your way, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

His right eye was coloured black and blue, he had nasty cuts on below the eye, on his lower lip, and right cheek. He looked like a mess.

“What happened?” You asked in disbelief and reached up to touch his injured cheek.

“Lots of guys. Big ones too.” Peter summarized and chuckled a bit.

“It’s not funny Peter,” You told him, “Why didn’t you come to me?”

Peter only smiled dreamily after and shook his head, “Something happened Y/N, something amazing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, then your face lit up, “Did Stark give you like a promotion or something as an Avenger or to become one?” You whispered.

Peter shook his head and whispered back to you, “I was going to your place, but Spider-Man bumped into Liz,” he smiled as yours was falling, “And she saw that I was hurt and wanted to help, so she did… and I told her I was Spider-Man. Remember when she said she had a thing for Spider-Man in P.E.? It turns out she also has a thing for Peter Parker ‘cause she said yes to go out with me.”

You felt your heart clench and the sudden need to cry. Peter’s with Liz now. Even though you felt sad at the news, part of you was filled with anger. You were the person who patched him up. That was the only time you had with him. Spider-Man and being able to help him was something the two of you shared, but now Liz has a part in it.

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Yeah,” Peter’s smile widened, “There she is now! I’ll call you later, okay?”

He didn’t wait for your reply before he made his way over to his new girlfriend. You watched as she grabbed his arm, smiling. Watching them, all of your anger and sadness dissipated. You felt nothing watching them. Nothing.

It’s been almost a month since Liz found out about Spider-Man and the two have been together. It’s been almost a month since Peter stopped coming to you for help and started going to Liz. It’s been almost a month since you’ve spent every day building up anger and sadness that had yet to be released.

You were in Peter’s room studying for an upcoming science test, which was shocking, considering hanging out together had become something rare. He’s busy either with school, being a hero, or going out with Liz.

“Y/N, you’re a girl right?” Peter turned to look at you from his desk.

You furrowed your eyebrows, shifted in your spot on his bed, and said slowly, “Last time I checked, yeah.”

Peter laughed, “Sorry, I just need to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” You put down your textbook and smiled.

“My one month anniversary with Liz is coming up, ‘cause apparently that’s a thing, and I was wondering if you could help me come up with something to do. I really need a girl’s advice.”

The smile you had on fell quickly.

“How about you give her the role of best friend too,” You muttered under your breath,

“What?” Peter leaned forward in his chair,

“I said, I’m not sure what you should do,” You spoke again, “Liz and I are really different.” ‘That’s why I never had a chance. I can’t compete with someone like her. Especially when I’m losing you.

“Come on, I really need your help,” Peter paused, “You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

“Pete, just ask one of Liz’s friends. They’ll help a lot more than I will.” You sighed.

“I don’t want their help, Y/N. I want your help, you’re my best friend,” Peter huffed, “I need you now. I need my best friend. Can you please act like one?”

Your eyes moved slowly to lock with his.

“What did you say?” You said dangerously calm,

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “I just need you to be my friend right now.”

‘He doesn’t get to say that,’ You thought, ‘That’s not fair.’

You stood up, “I’m gonna go home, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

You couldn’t stay there, you’d break if the conversation is to go any further.

Peter stood up from his chair and grabbed your arm, only for you to yank it out of his grasp,

“No, don’t touch me,” You had tears in your eyes, “I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Peter reached for you again, “Are you okay, I don’t know what I said that-”

“Of course you don’t know,” You moved away from him again, “I-”

You cut yourself off and shook your head, “I just have to go.”

You moved as quickly as you could to get out of his apartment, only for him to follow you, until you lost him at the elevator.

‘I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.’

You choked on a sob and held back the tears threatening to spill.

Once the elevator door opened, you made your way through the lobby and outside, only to be stopped by Peter himself.

‘He is Spider-Man after all.’

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.” He stated and put his hands on your shoulders, making sure you couldn’t go anywhere.

You let out a humourless laugh, “You’re not allowed to tell me to act like a good best friend.”

He stared at me in confusion, so you continued. ‘Fuck it.’

“I have spent years and years being there for you, being your best friend, and a damn good one, ‘cause I stayed because I knew you needed me even though it hurt ‘cause-” You shook your head and looked away from him for a moment before locking eyes again, “Because I stupidly fell in love with you.”

You felt his hands drop from your shoulders, “Y/N…”

You both stood there for what seemed like forever, not daring to look at each other.

“Y/N,” He paused, “I love you,” that made you look up and lock eyes, 

“As my best friend.”

From there you felt your whole world collapse. Looks like you stayed because you needed him, not because he needed you.