#ansiniya taratella

[spidey-bie]

I'm starting a tag game (to procrastinate.)

What's your spidersonas favorite fall (or fall equivalent) activity? If they don't have either what do you think would be their favorite fall activity?

Ansi's is bonfires (obviously), corn mazes, and apple picking.

Tagging: @onmyownside1 @ponfarrtimeatthevulcannightclub @autisticarach @thewolfsoul @the-cat-and-the-birdie @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @chessbox @flo-milli-shit-hoe @bugboi-connor @brown-spider @aaronymous999 @hittingpunklevelsofaudacity + whoever wants to join.

[onmyownside1]

I wrote the canon event.

2840 word count. Yeesh.

“Next time you feel wronged by someone take it up with them in private! The innocent bystanders had nothing to do with this!” Angel scolded the group of criminals as they were put into police cars. She had just helped stop a hostage situation. Apparently, the owner of a company had insulted some very important - and dangerous - clients of his, and they’d broken into the company to exact their revenge. Unfortunately, they decided that everyone in the building had also insulted them just by being there. Some people just do too much.

Angel sat down on top of one of the police cars at the scene, one leg dangling off the side, and started stretching. Despite usually having a lot of energy for this kind of thing, these past few weeks of school had taken a toll on her, physically and emotionally. While cross arm stretching, a cop, the same one that had mistook her for a man, came over and slapped his hand on the roof of the car next to her.

“Thanks a lot Spider-Woman!” He congratulated her, with a friendly grin on his face. “Just another day on the job am I right?” Angel smiled back politely, despite cringing internally. “Thank you!” She said. “Um, it’s Arachne, by the way.” A puzzled look crossed his face. “Arachne? What does that have to do with your theme?” “Y’know, Arachne..” she implored. “Lady in Greek mythology, got turned into a spider?” He frowned. “I don’t know anything about mythology, let alone Greeks. What is that anyway, a drink or something?”

“No, they’re a group of people!” She retorted, furrowing her brow. Maybe going to HQ was a mistake. Being the only knowledgeable one in a world full of naive people felt more like a curse than a blessing. “You know what-“ she said, rising up to stand on the cop car. She turned to face the crowd of people. “Hey!” She yelled. Only a few people turned to look. Her eyes narrowed, annoyed. Luckily, an unsuspecting officer was standing nearby with a megaphone. “Gimme that.” Angel grumbled, bending down and snatching it out of her hand. She turned it on and began her announcement. “Oi! Listen up!” She declared. Everyone in the area turned to look at her. “Thank you! Just to get this straight, my name is Arachne! Not Spider-Man, not Spider-Woman, Arachne!” There was confused muttering in the crowd. Clearly no one here was any more knowing than Assuming Cop #1. She sighed and recomposed herself. “Alright, say it with me now.” She commanded. “Ah-“

The crowd repeated, “Ah-“ “Rack-“ “Rack-“ “Ne” BANG! Angel screamed. Pain rocketed up and down her thigh. She staggered off balance and fell off of the car, landing shoulder first on the ground. The crowd went into a frenzy. The cops immediately went about trying to calm the crowd down and find the shooter. Angel felt tears running down her face. She cursed and tried to steady herself against the police car so she could asses the injury, but standing sent figurative electricity through the wound. She opted for crawling away to somewhere safe, because the shooter could still be around somewhere. She was halted by a figure towering over her. She looked up, relieved to see an officer.. Except the officer was holding a gun, pointed at her head.

She froze. She figured he didn’t have murderous intent. If he’d wanted her dead he could’ve killed when she was standing on the cop car. He’d had a clear target. She started racking her mind for ideas. She always had ideas! She went into a painful child’s pose in front of him, hands wrapped around his ankles, begging for mercy. His eyes narrowed at her. “Get up, put your hands behind your back, and come with me.” He demanded in a low, deep voice. She whimpered in an attempt to seem helpless. The man scowled and yelled at her. “NOW!”She tightened her grip on the man’s ankles, and yanked his feet out from underneath him. The cop fell flat on his back, and before he had time to recover, Angel kicked his gun away, tuned invisible, and ran. She tried desperately to ignore the pain in her leg. Every time her foot hit the ground a shock of pain coursed through her thigh. She went about as far as her legs and the injury would let her go. She had no idea if she was being pursued, and she didn’t turn to find out. All she knew was that guy the time she collapsed in an alley she could no longer see through her tears. Her body screamed at her to sit down, to curl up into a ball and preserve herself. She slumped against the wall of the alley and moaned in pain. She removed her mask and gasped for air. She pressed her hand against the gunshot wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. She panicked. She was certainly in no state to get somewhere she could be tended to. She definitely couldn’t go to the hospital; that was like begging to have to her identity revealed. And her parents…if they found out about this she’d be grounded for five years. Jordan and she couldn’t exactly see each other if she was stuck at home. She was alone.

No I’m not.” She gasped. She winced as she inspected the dimension-jumping watch she’d been given at HQ. It seemed to have survived the fall off of the police car. “Lyla,” she groaned. “Lil bit of help please?” Immediately, the portable golden assistant popped up in a hologram above the watch. “Hey there Angel! What’s going-“ she paused as she took in the scene before her. “-on…calling for backup.” “Thank you.” After a moment of silence, presumably to contact a team of people, Lyla addressed her again. “Alright, what happened here?” Lyla inquired in a calm voice. “I was- there-“ Angel paused to try and compose herself. “A cop. He shot me. I- I dunno why but-“ “Hey, calm down. I just need to get an idea of what’s going on so I can better tend to your needs. Let’s break this down, huh? Are you in any immediate danger?” Angel sniffled. “No.” “Are you being pursued?” “Sure hope not..” Angel’s voice broke. The pain seemed to have intensified in the past minute. Lyla continued. “Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?” “Lil bit…” “Hm. Angel I’m gonna need you to try something okay?” “Huh, look at those goobers….what are they doing?” “Angel?” “Is that a frog? Oh my gosh I love frogs! Or is it a toad…” “Angel I really need you to focus right now-“ “Are you seriously asking me that? Oh it IS a toad! I love those guys too. Have you ever seen a sand toad?” “No I have not, please you are bleeding-“ “Is that what they’re called? I’m not sure. Round little guys. They’re brown and small and they look really grumpy.” “ANGEL!” Lyla cried, exasperated, moving in front of her face. “What could you possibly want from me right now?” She whined. “There’s a cloth over there by that unfinished mural. Maybe you can web it over and use it. You need to put pressure on the wound so you don’t lose too much blood and pass out.” “Wonderful…” Angel muttered. She raised her uninjured arm and webbed the piece of cloth towards her. She used the side that wasn’t paint stained and pressed it against the hole in her leg. A few seconds (or maybe minutes. She couldn’t tell) later, a glowing orange hexagon appeared in the entrance of the alleyway she was in. A team of four spiders with medical supplies came through the portal, two of which carrying a stretcher. One of which was her good friend Asa Ramirez. “Asa! Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in forever!” Angel bubbled. “It’s good to see you too Angel.” He said. His smile quickly faded to a grimace. “I just wish it wasn’t like this.” “Oh this thing?” Angel waved her hand flippantly. “Pshhhhh, I’ve been in worse.” She tried to smile to make it more believable, but upon squinting even slightly, big fat tears ran down her face. “You have never been in anything like this!” Came a stern yet concerned voice from the portal. Her I-wish-you-were-my-mentor, Jessica Drew, stepped out, annoyed as ever. “How did you get shot!? I’d expect that from anyone else but you!” She chided. She walked over and sat next to her, placing a gentle hand on hers. “Are you okay? I mean as much as you can be?” Angel’s facade broke. “..nO.” She sobbed. Tears flooded down her face, blurring her vision yet again. Asa and the other Spider- Person tended to her leg as she cried. She wouldn’t even have known the final person to come through the portal if she didn’t recognize the accent. “Fuckin’ hell, what happened here?!” exclaimed the one and only Hobie Brown. “Hobie!” Angel cried, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “Anarchy, the fuck’s happened to you!?”

She made a noise that might’ve been a chuckle. “I had a run in with the coppers, as you lot might say.” She mumbled in an almost incoherent British accent. Everyone went quiet. Jess was the first to speak up. “The police did this to you?” “Yeah…don’t think he was tryna kill me but his intentions clearly weren’t good.” Angel asserted. “What were you doin, Anarch?” Hobie asked, his voice low and upset. “I was just telling them what my name was. I was standing on top of a police car with a megaphone guiding them through the pronunciation. I wasn’t aggressive at all.” said Angel. Hobie, Jess, and Asa seemed to simmer in this for a moment. Hobie stood up and swore, kicking over one of the paint buckets by the mural. Jess tried to calm him down. “It’s fuckin bollocks is what it is!” He yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. “She was just standing there, and some pig thought she was a threat!” Meanwhile, the two Spiders previously carrying the stretcher hefted her onto it, and together they walked through the portal to HQ.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip/Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hmmmm?” Angel hummed as she heard the door to her room on campus being opened. In stepped a brigade of people. First came Pavitr, with a plate of kheer kadam and piping hot chai. He looked like he had just gotten out of school, still sporting the uniform. Next came Margo, with her digital curls in braids going down her back, seemingly trying to twin with Angel. Ansi came right behind Margo, dreads pulled up into a high pony and wearing a red hoodie. Diane rolled in the room next, apparently not afraid of having skates in such an enclosed space. Asa came after her with a blanket folded in her arms. Hobie ducked through the doorway next, and finally, Gwen Stacy, sweater, converse and all.

Angel smiled at them. “Awww, all of you here for lil old me?” she said blithely. “Yup!” Bubbled Pavitr. “My auntie made these. I hope you like them!” “Oh my gosh, it’s been so lonely by the go home machine!” Margo complained, hugging Angel as tight as she could. “There’s only so many times you can fire that thing without someone there to witness it with you! Seriously you’re like, emotional support. I can’t believe you got shot!” “I can..” Ansi muttered, hugging her as well. “I know you’ve never had a run in with the cops before hand, but I would stop hanging around if you don’t want that to happen again.” “I’m with Ansi on this one- hiiii!” Diane agreed, rolling over to give her a hug. “You already know how I feel about the feds. I won’t go on a tangent now cause you need to rest, but you will definitely be hearing from me later.”

Asa stepped up and laid the blanket over Angel “I third that” he said. “Homemade.” He added. In a possible attempt to escape the coming conversation, Angel’s brain took the moment to remember that the frog she had been talking about was called a rain frog. Hobie sat on the bed beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t see why we have to wait till later to chat about ACAB.” He said. “Angel I’ve already told you ‘bout this stuff, and now you’ve witnessed it first hand. It’s a flawed system, it is. They’re not there to do anythin’ but oppress and enforce.” Angel frowned. “That can’t be entirely true.” She argued, grabbing his hand and playing with it while she spoke. “I mean, the whole reason I was there was because they were trying to stop some guys from killing a bunch of innocents.” “And who ended up doing more of the work, you or the cops?” Ansi countered. “You think a bunch of guys holding hostages would answer to people holding guns and threatening to lock them up? Personally I would take the hostages with me.” “Y’know in some states the police aren’t even required to protect you?” Diane reasoned. “All they’re there for is locking up anyone they deem a trouble maker. And when you arm a supremely biased man with weapons and legal support, it’s a recipe for disaster. Doesn’t that sound familiar Angel? What do you get when a person who harms you solely because they feel you deserve it has their actions backed by the system?” Angel directed her gaze towards the blanket and began to play with that instead. “A bully.” She muttered. It did sound familiar. Way too familiar. Desperate, she threw out her last defense. “But….Jordan’s dad is a cop. He’s not a bad man. He does everything he can to support her!” She said, looking up at the room. This time it was Gwen who spoke up. “Angel, I can tell you from experience, being a cop…” she sighed, taking a seat at the front of the bed, back to Angel. “It can change a person. Especially once they’re convinced what they’re doing is right. My…my own dad fired a warning shot at me, because he was so convinced I was a murderer. Even after I took off my mask, he still tried to arrest me. And sometimes I think-“ she turned to face her, with an empathetic look on her face. “Sometimes I think if he hadn’t been armed, if he didn’t have handcuffs on his belt, things might’ve been different. That maybe if he didn’t have the badge on he wouldn’t have done it……….so yeah.” She finished, turning back around. “Cops; definitely not good guys.”

Angel sighed, exasperated. “This is nuts.” She concluded, borrowing a hair tie to pull her hair up into pigtails. Sometimes she wished there was a bubble she could go to, to block out all the hideous noise of the world. Nowadays that bubble was with Jordan, but unfortunately she was multiverses away. “It’s a lot to take in.” Asa soothed. “Honestly when I got the alert that someone had been shot I was expecting to tend to Hobie.” “Nah, all of the coppers in my universe are feral.” Hobie reminded __. “You’dve been dealing with a bite mark or something like that.” Angel chuckled a bit at that, which quickly turned into near delirious laughter. Soon Margo and Diane were giggling along with her, and what with Diane’s laughter being so contagious, everyone in the room burst into a fit of laughter.

Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a hulking figure. His blue and red suit stopped Angel’s laughter almost immediately. Upon hearing Angel stop, the giggling died down very quickly. (Save for Diane, who was struggling to stop, and Hobie, who both didn’t care and was the most affected by Diane’s contagious laughter). Miguel scanned the room from the doorway before addressing Angel. “Angel, you healing okay?” He asked. “Yes, uh, sir.” She stammered. (She was never quite sure how formal she was supposed to be with him). “Good.” He replied, then looked around to address the room. “I would like you all to give her some space in about 10 minutes. She needs to rest.” Hobie rolled his eyes. Diane crossed her arms. Margo also didn’t look very happy, clearly not wanting to go back to the traumatizing task of manning the “Go-Home Machine”. “Um, I don’t mind!” She objected, fiddling with her hands. “I like the company…..sir.” Miguel stood in the doorway for a moment before shrugging and turning to leave. “And you don’t have to call me that.” He added. His footsteps faded down the hallway. Angel released a breath. Then she turned to Pav and lost it. He’d been holding in a laugh through the entire encounter, and his cheeks were all puffed up and red. And when Angel lost it, Pavitr did too, and the whole room descended into laughter once again. End :)

TLDR; Angel was telling a crowd how to pronounce her name, when a cop shot her (for no apparent reason). She retreated to an alleyway where she called for help. Etc time skip ACAB stuff.

Edit: cause I forgot to do this yesterday. Spiders Mentioned!

Diane Pastors (@the-cat-and-the-birdie ‘s sona)

Ansiniya Taratella (Ansi) (@spidey-bie ‘s sona)

Asa Ramirez (@autisticarach ‘s sona)

[spidey-bie]

Hobie's is genetic

So are Ansi's.

Ansi's webs are tawny and stringy like rope. They're also not very elastic so they're not great for long distance travel. (Their webs are also often confused as ropes if they leave them out unsupervised.) She can produce webbing from any part of her hands starting from the wrist upwards to the tips of her fingers as well as from her feet.

Hobie gives her his battle jacket if she's understimulated but she doesn't really like the texture of jean/leather or things on her arms in general. (Most of her shirts are oversized tees or sleeveless.)

For people with Hobie x OC ships:

Does your Hobie have bionic or genetic webs? I'm curious.

Also same for your oc? Bionic or genetic?

Also also does he let them wear his vest?

Thank you.

[spidey-bie]

When Hobie was a kid he cried a lot. I know this because Ansi told me.

[spidey-bie]

Hobie has a spare inhaler for Ansi because he once made her laugh so hard that she started wheezing. But she couldn't find her inhaler so she had to be taken to the medical center at HQ for a breathing treatment.

[spidey-bie]

Look at me. Everybody look at me right now. They don't kiss they don't have sex they don't do anything inherently sexual or romantic in any way.

Y'know what they do to show affection?

They sing together.

Even with Hobie's terrible voice (he's so off key) there is no one in the world that Ansi would rather duet with than Hobie.

No matter where they are whether it's Ansi's apartment, Hobie's boat, or Aunt May's house, if the radio's playing and a song they both know comes on they're both about to be belting out the lyrics.

Ansi sings Hobie love ballads as gifts because he knows how much Hobie loves his singing voice. (And she honestly just loves to sing so much.)

Hobie snagged parts to put together a karaoke set up on his boat with a personalized mic for Ansi. (It's orange and it has her spider symbol on it.)

Singing is the one thing in Ansi's life that hasn't been exploited. It's not something that he wants to share with the world. But singing with Hobie puts him at ease. She gets to do something that she loves with someone who means everything to her. And nobody can take that away from her.

[spidey-bie]

Y'know what actually. First she just started off as a general Hobie fan. Like raving fangirl. Then I went for a more chill friendship vibe. But something still wasn't right. There was something poking at me at the back of my mind.

Now they're childhood friends who got separated only to be reunited 10 years later. And the moment they realized that they couldn't live without the other they made a vow to never be separated from one another ever again.

(Never to be separated unwillingly. They don't live together.....yet.)

Also they're in a QPR and they love each other (alterously) so much that it's sickening.

FUCK I WANTED TO WRITE MOXIE AND COMIC!HOBIE AS A HEALTHY FRIENDSHIP BUT I FUCKED AROUND AND MADE IT QUEER AS FUCK. Anyways, I guess they're a queerplatonic (in the sense of a socially non-confirming relationship) Wooo, death to the patriarchy

Genuinely how I started with Ansi. Like oh they'd be great friends.....now look at what I've done 😭

[spidey-bie]

Me giving Ansi a motorcycle because he needs a way to get around and also likes the perk of being able to ride around town with Hobie clinging to him. She makes sure he holds on extra tight.

For safety reasons obviously 🤭.

[spidey-bie]

I don't think enough people know how easy it is for Ansi to just drop people if she has even a hint of distrust towards them.

To him it's like you wouldn't stay on a ship as it sinks. He just saw the iceberg from a mile away and jumped ship the first chance he got.

It's one of the reasons why Hobie is so scared of her leaving him. It's a habit she's had since they were young. If you don't serve any purpose or if you're not someone she trusts you're gone.

People call him heartless, cold, and uncaring but this is what he does to survive.

You can't get abandoned by anyone if you abandon them first.

[spidey-bie]

I need to stop listening to music or something because this is getting ridiculous. I'm seeing Ansi in everything.

Oh also:

New Face Claim Drop

It's three 😅

All black. All queer.

First we got

Yasmin Benoit

A black Aroace activist, model, and writer.

Y'all, look into her she's so cool.

I can picture Ansi wearing all of these outfits strictly because of how much she hates clothes. Also he'd look gorgeous.

Next we have

Janelle Monáe

If anyone goes through my gallery it's now mostly photos of them

Just look at them. I can't believe I never added them before. Nonbinary icon. Award winning American singer, songwriter, rapper and actress. JUST LOOK AT THEM.

Last but not least we have

Willow Smith

Bisexual and polyamorous award winning singer and actress

Every time I listen to Wait A Minute I think of Techpunk.

YES ALL 3 OF THESE FACE CLAIMS ARE BLACK AND QUEER. Did I not mention that before?

[spidey-bie]

General Information

There's more to come but here's some basic personal/physical information about my OC Ansi.

Full Name: Ansiniya Taratella

Pronounced On-zuh-niya Tear-Uh-Tell-Uh

Nickname: Ansi or Ni (Don't call her Niya)

Pronounced An-zee

Alter Ego: Tech Tarantula

Race: Black

Gender Expression: Gender Non-conforming

She refuses to let society ever dictate what she can and cannot do. He goes by all pronouns but prefers she/he and loves it when you switch it up.

Sexuality: Aspec, Genderqueer

Eye Color: Reddish Brown

Originally they were dark brown but changed due to mutation.

Hair: Black medium sized, mid length dreads, with bright orange tips.

Height: 5'4

He's often mistaken for a much younger age than what he is.

Likes: Hobie Brown, Music (preferably grunge, rock, and rap), Hobie Brown (yes again), apple cider, lighting things on fire, cooking, baking, singing

Dislikes: Her mother, her job at Alchemax, injustice, liars, people looking down on him

Distinguishing Marks: Because of her mutation she now has large freckles along her arms that are a bit darker than her actual skin tone that only appear after she uses a specific power

Her marks aren't noticeable under low light and she wears mostly long sleeves since she's so sensitive to the cold.

Piercings: Spider bite, helix, industrial, 3 lobe, jestrum, daith, septum, tongue tip, nose, conch, forward helix, and eyebrow. 15 total.

Body type: Short and fat

Random Pieces of Information: After being injected with the spider venom she has very hairy arms and a small set of fangs. (Most people assume that the fangs are a piercing)

Disability: She has fibromyalgia and mainly uses her forearm crutches to get around.

He prefers walking so he's never owned a wheelchair.

God I wanna go into their lore and so badly. It's too late and my brain is loopy so I'm gonna make another post later.

[spidey-bie]

Y'know when something for you OC finally clicks together and you're like of course. That's why you don't like such and such. Hahaha guess who just told me why they don't like being called Niya.

[spidey-bie]

Please stop trying to solve all of your problems by lighting things on fire. Sir. SIR PUT THE MATCHES DOWN. NO YOU CANNOT LIGHT MIGUEL ON FIRE NO MATTER HOW BADLY HE DESERVES IT.

(A daily conversation I have with Ansi.)

[spidey-bie]

Another thing about Comic!Hobie, he's only ever been outside of his universe when he's fighting something and then immediately leaves. This bitch would have no idea at all what a cellphone is, and I'm just realizing the fucking complications of that in a modern world. How the fuck do people in the 70s meet? "Damn, bruh, that's shit, wanna go to the park at the light of the waning sun and smoke a jiffy?" or some shit. I had a scene where they meet for the first time via Moxie running full fucking force behind him to give him their number so that they can talk schedules and details for painting time, and then realized Hobie would fully bluescreen at getting seemingly some random cryptic ass code from this really cool person and prolly not knowing how to respond. Do you look stupid infront of cool person? (Because gwen stacy is his idol because of how she lived) Do you go deadpan and just straight say "I ain't got that"? The culture differences are actually harder then I realized for people in different time periods, with different regions, with different historical events.

Oh my fucking god, someone having to fucking teach him and I know in my goddamn heart he's gonna hear about surveillance and immediately go "The media is already tryina kill my ass, nuh-uh, you take this bullshit back. I want none of it" I'm realizing how big letters are as a form of communication without shit like social media or texting. It's never really sunk in this much. Hobie brown angrily writing a fucking letter to someone is now living in my head rent free.

I love how I forgot all about letters and immediately went to beepers. Ansi and Hobie have two-way pagers that Ansi hacked to work across dimensions in case of emergencies (or frankly for whenever he's bored and wants Hobie to come by)

Nobody writes about technologically challenged Hobie (because of him making watches in the movie or whatever 🙄) but I'm holding onto the headcanon that the Riri Williams of his universe made the watches and he was just stealing parts.

Honestly him being able to put together multiple multi dimensional watches but not knowing how to make a phone call sounds hilarious.

Hobie I'm with the boomers on this new tech business Brown now lives rent free in my head.

[spidey-bie]

The Beginning

–A Departure

Playlist Post

Disclaimer: I'm constantly changing the songs in this playlist. However the general lore will stay the same.

Summary: These two songs represent Ansi's childhood that she spent together with Hobie.

My Reasoning: I chose Moon River because the song has a nostalgic feel to it. The lyricist for Moon River states that the lyrics "are reminiscent of his childhood." This song also sounds like two kids playing make-believe, similar to how Ansi and Hobie used to play as kids.

I chose We'll Meet Again because it felt like the perfect goodbye. Neither Hobie nor Ansi knew if they'd ever see one another again but they liked to believe that one day they would.

Lore: It was September 21. Ansi was only eight years old at the time. Her father (Benjamin Taratella the assistant director of Alchemax) was tinkering away at his home workshop when he accidentally opened up a portal to Earth-138B. Just as he was able to close it, a small boy came hurtling through.

Stranded in a completely new and unfamiliar place, seven year old Hobie Brown immediately started to cry. Poor Benjamin didn't know what to do since his daughter rarely ever cried.

Ansi was enjoying her mid morning snack when she heard the cries coming from her father's workshop. So with cookies in hand she made her way to the basement, annoyed at whatever disrupted her snack time, to see what the noise was.

To her surprise she was met by a teary eyed young boy and her father frantically attempting to calm him down.

Upon realizing that the sounds were coming from the boy she immediately opened her mouth to let him have. However, she decided against it after remembering how her mother popped her the last time she told someone to shut up.

One thing she did notice about the boy, aside from the irritating sounds he kept making, was the way his eyes, while teary, never looked away from her box of Fudgetown cookies. So she offered him a cookie saying that in exchange he wasn't allowed to cry anymore for the rest of the day. (She was a very blunt and straightforward child. T'was the autism)

Hobie was so shocked by Ansi's rude offer that he immediately stopped crying. He was irritated now. He argued that he couldn't control how he felt and so the deal was unfair. Ansi, however, had completely ignored his words. She was much more interested with his weird voice and his strange paper-like aesthetic. So of course she spoke her thoughts aloud.

This led to a back and forth fight of Ansi calling Hobie weird and Hobie saying that he wasn't which grew into a physical fight. (Thankfully Ansi's mother had come home at that point and broke the fight up. She wasn't happy with finding a random boy in her house. Much less one who was fighting her daughter right in front of her husband. Benjamin knew Ansi could hold her own so that's why he didn't do anything.)

Somehow despite this terrible first meeting they soon became completely inseparable over the two years that they were together. (Unfortunately for Ansi's parents this meant there were now two trouble makers in their house.)

Sadly, the day came when Hobie finally had to go home. It was a very tearful goodbye for the both of them (more so on Hobie’s part than Ansi's.)

Unfortunately, before Ansi was able to fully process this her entire life was turned upside down. This was the start of the worst years of her life.

To Be Continued

[spidey-bie]

I'd love to say that this was done but I'd be lying. There's like 3 different genres and it's not in the order that I usually do a traditional playlist.(Basically it's not gonna be aesthetically pleasing to the ears. At least it wasn't for me.) It's in the order of Ansi's character arc and lore. There are multiple drastic tonal shifts throughout this too. I'll be back later to go in detail on how each section of songs relates to the different points in her life but here's this for now.