#be sure that I will continue drawing them alot this year

[jayvrontio]

These two mean the world to me! 💕

I feel like these men are a part of me that’s how much I love them 🥺💕

[ilikekidsshows]

This is a longer one, sorry 😅

About that ask you replied to about Marinette's parents. I didn't grow up in a healthy household and i struggle to form a properly informed opinion on Marinette's parents in all this mess.

Cause clearly they are very loving, caring, and supportive, but they aren't perfect either. They are realistically human. They have blind spots, didnt actually RAISE her apparently when she does things wrong, and hardly give Marinette any boundaries or consequences to face, which now evolved into her neither being able to handle anything not going her way nor having to actually take people into consideration and go through with improving on the things she said she should.

Im pretty sure Marinette was a very friendly child who didn't cause too many problems, if at all, so now that she's a complicated teenager who actually needs some boundaries and discipline they dont know how to handle it. Thats the picture im getting. Not to mention that they don't know Marinette is Ladybug so they have no idea what's caused all these extreme changes in their daughter and how to accommodate to properly help her.

But in my eyes, without the whole Ladybug thing, this is still a pretty normal and realistic portrayal of a modern family, so Marinette is simply a normal ass kid. She's clearly spoiled to a solid degree and emotionally shielded the way most middle class kids from central Europe are. Just because her family isn't perfect doesn't it mean she's being abused or her parents are bad. For me, they are a realistic healthy family. Whatever faults her parents have are pretty common things parents do wrong.

But this now raises the question for me how exactly to go about Marinette's family. Obviously her parents didn't to everything right in their parenting, so those flaws of Marinette can be traced back to them while Marinette at the same time SHOULD normally STILL be asked to grow out of it the way any normal teenager should, it's just slightly more challenging.

But then I see discussions that take it way too far imo but I don't know where exactly to draw the line.

It is correct that Tom and Sabine for example seem to know very little about their daughter's friend group to the point that they just let Sabrina into Marinette's room. The common argument I see being raised here is that Sabine is neglective because she doesn't know that Sabrina isn't Marinette's friend.

Now this doesn't feel quite right to me. Marinette's parents seem to be pretty much unaware that their daughter was bullied in school which unfortunately isn't at all uncommon. When the parents are neither told by the child or the school, then how are they supposed to know? The most they seem to know is that Marinette has a hard time with Chloé, but I never had the impression that they know how serious this was. Marinette sure was never shown to ever voice any of that.

So Sabine thinking Sabrina is Marinette's friend is a fair enough assumption in my eyes. I remember back when I was 12-13, forming friendship in a collective class is alot easier when you're a kid. Kids just go with the flow like that and become friends in 10 seconds even if they aren't spending much time with each other directly. Forming connections tends gets more difficult as one grows older.

I don't think at that age parents can be faulted for not keeping track of all their kid's friendships. Sabrina running up to Sabine and claiming she's Marinette's friend and Sabine believing her is honestly nothing too special.

What I take issue with, though, is that Sabine just let Sabrina go into Marinette's room ALONE. That a parent, imo, truly shouldn't do.

And yet, one still wouldn't call her a BAD parent for that, right? It's very flawed, but obviously Marinette also continues to rely on her parents doing that with the amount of times Alya just gets to come and go however she please, even with Marinette not being there, despite Marinette knowing Alya merely year at this point. Way less than Sabrina for example.

There is this persistent grey area here that I can't quite place. Marinette's parents are very obviously very trusting, but the way the show portrays it seems to border on neglective imo, but it's based in their daughter just getting free reign most of the time so Marinette can do shit in her room and leave for long periods of time for example that parents should normally check on their kids for.

So, at the same time, is it actually neglect? Thanks to being Ladybug, it is Marinette who has pulled more and more away from her parents and since season 4 is doing so to honestly very unnecessary degrees. There is little reason for why Marinette constantly locks herself and Alya into her room and doesn't spend much time with her parents when all that Marinette is doing in there is panicking and not doing something actually productive most of the time anyway. You may as well just spend time with your parents instead of crying to Alya that you supposedly CANT (while taking over Alya's life and being the actual reason why SHE cant)

Teenagers at Marinette's age starting to pull away from their parents is nothing uncommon. So I'm pretty sure that's just how it looks like for her parents. Marinette is starting to grow up and doesn't prioritize spending time or sharing her life with them as much anymore.

Can't pretend like that's not a sad truth parents have to deal with, so the kid's friends are trusted by the parents to know their kid in ways they don't anymore.

Marinette has very loving and caring parents who don't push her to involve them or share what she doesn't want to. Now here is the question. While this is neglective to a degree and Marinette does seem to be affected badly by it, is this necessarily something her parents are doing objectively WRONG? From their perspective, their daughter is growing up and so busy that they aren't much of a priority in her life. She's pulling more and more away and her parents try to adjust to that supportively without being given context as any parent must.

Clearly the created distance has Marinette now incorrectly believe that her parents aren't actually a real support system anymore, the way Marinette didnt even try to reach out in Kwamis Choice and her thinking she has lost EVERYTHING at the end of season 4 and then proceeding to act like she doesn't think she truly has anyone or anything in season 5 too.

Now, is Marinette thinking that she has NOTHING at the end of season 4, and still seeming to think so in season 5, something her parents failed at teaching her better?

When a kid starts pulling away from their supportive family, because they are so used to having them, and ends up convincing themselves that their parents dont count anymore as support because it isnt as perfect and easy as they'd like, is this a failure of the parents for not sitting their child down to remind them that the kid isn't the emotional equivalent of an orphan now the moment they have to do something alone?

Or is this simply a normal thing a teenager has to realize on their own? That just because the loving parents aren't a perfect support system anymore, doesn't it mean the kid just gets to disregard them fully as an option the way Marinette constantly does?

Because, well, this IS what it constantly feels like for me when it comes to Marinette.

When Marinette takes offense with her parents not unconditionally believing her all the time, is it really always her parents fault for not having raised her to handle push back better, or is it also just a natural part of growing up that you have to get over yourself and realize that your parents too need context for the situations you're in (e.g. Adoration) because growing up means you're parents shouldn't just handwave all the accountability away you potentially have to take now because you're not an 8 year old anymore and capable of genuine wrongdoing?

Yes, her parents definitely failed a solid bit in regards of leaving Marinette emotionally immature and unprepared when it comes to pushback, criticism, or considerations of others.

But to what degree are her parents actually WRONG in wanting Marinette to learn it for herself now because that's normally how it done?

Do her parents REALLY have to sit her 14-15 year old ass down and teach her that other people have feelings and lives of their own? That reality exists outside of her head and feelings? Or should a teenager be expected to learn that themselves, especially one that's so busy and involved in everything as Marinette? Cause it actually seems to me that her being Ladybug caused her stunted development in this regard. Because being Ladybug always serves as the right excuse to always demand and expect the others to do the learning cause she's "too stressed" and "too justified as leader who doesn't owe anyone anything, but is owed everything herself cause she says so".

It's seems that it's rather that being Ladybug caused the damage in Marinette's development which her parent can't know about, and not that her parents are particularly failing by not holding their daughter's hand all through growing up even more to spoon-feed her every bit of development she should grow into now to make sure its as pleasant and easy as possible?

In my opinion, from teenage age onwards it's not the parents' job to tell their children at any uncomfortable or challenging occasion what's right and wrong and do all the work in the child's personal development into a young adult. And isn't that what Marinette's parents are being criticised for anyway? That they don't let their daughter face disappointment, discipline, and struggles because it makes her upset? But now they are in the wrong for wanting to have their daughter learn and figure things out in their own, but fully intend on always being there for her in every way when she needs it?

There definitely IS a complicated grey area here where these two parenting styles badly overlapped and caused problems.

Tom and Sabine DO give Marinette way too much free reign cause it badly clashes with how little discipline, rules, boundaries, and consideration she was raised to actually having to oblige to as part of living with other people.

Marinette was not well prepared for the freedom she now has, but looking at it in general, the problem seems much more to be Marinette being Ladybug, and not necessarily that she's a teenager who lacks refined emotional intelligence because she grew up shielded and cuddled. If Marinette had a normal life, she would have some more trouble growing out of it, but it's not like her parents ruined her.

I think it's that Marinette is Ladybug that is to blame here. Because that's how she was put in a position where she learned that she just needs to stomp her foot, scream, cry, or use her titel to make it so that it's always everyone else who has to do the learning and not her. Marinette's concerning entitlement grew through being Ladybug and not tolerating anything but having all the support, resources, and everyone beneath her in the hierarchy who must submit to her will or else she cant function.

Whatever problems her parents caused in her upbringing should have been easy enough to grow out of. It's LADYBUG who stunted that development because Marinette learned that she has the option to just demand that everyone has to cater to her instead. That is not her parents fault, but it always leaves me at the same problem of not knowing how to properly dissect and discuss what blame Tom and Sabine objectively have in this.

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This is a very insightful and interesting essay, Anon. When it comes to Marinette’s parents, it's really hard to call them “bad parents”, because they're really good at many things that come to parenting. They're supportive, they respect Marinette's space and privacy, they believe in her ability to handle herself and Marinette clearly feels safe with them. And you're also right that it's extremely difficult for them to guide Marinette learning social-emotional skills now that she's a willful teenager and wouldn't be receptive to her parents “correcting her behavior” if they even knew there was something to correct.

I also don't think Marinette's parents can see all the issues with Marinette’s conduct. She is a very “easy” child; she's polite, she respects authority and doesn't get into purposeful mischief. She's the exact kind of child adults don't worry about, so they don't have to constantly keep an eye on her. Especially since a lot of her problems come to the forefront as Ladybug, a whole new part of her life her parents aren’t involved in.

The thing here is that 14-year-olds not knowing that other people have feelings or how to deal with disappointments is exactly why early childhood education is now emphasizing the teaching of these skills so much. For a long time, there was a belief that kids learn social-emotional skills naturally and there's no need to purposefully teach them, because kids will “get it” when they're “old enough to understand”. Except that we have now discovered that they don't, in fact, just naturally “get it”. These skills need to be taught in early childhood, starting from simple ideas like “your friend is crying because you took their toy, don’t do that again” and moving up from there. And the only way to teach these things in a purposeful way is to put your small kids with other small kids and let them do small kid things, even if it results in someone ending up crying, especially if someone ends up crying, because learning to deal with your own emotional responses and other people having emotional reactions to your actions is, in fact, an essential life and relationship skill. The theory of mind (the understanding that other people have thoughts and feelings that can differ from your own) is something that preschoolers are expected to learn and should get support in learning if they don't.

I’m saying Marinette should already know this stuff. Her parents and possible kindergarten teacher should have taught her almost a decade ago.

However, I don’t disagree with your assertion that being Ladybug is why these common problems with Marinette’s conduct are such a big issue for her relationships now. Because her upbringing neglected to teach her essential social-emotional skills, and she’s been shoved into a position of not just power, but absolute power where no one is in a position to question her, she’s now a nightmare boss who expects everyone else to be fully committed to making the broken system she’s running run smoothly while she comes up with some nonsense project to keep busy so that she has the excuse to take her frustrations out on everyone beneath her.

If Marinette was just constantly ditching her friends so that she could do something relating to her love quest, I’m pretty sure the most severe, realistic consequences for her friends would just be them thinking she doesn’t want to hang out, feeling bummed and no longer inviting her. Marinette being in a position of leadership both exacerbates her social-emotional ineptitude and makes its consequences more severe, because now they’re facing dangerous situations and the leadership only doesn’t care if they get hurt, but sometimes actively hurts them for the sake of achieving some other goal in the future.

We must consider that Marinette has been Ladybug for only a year, while her parents have raised her since birth. Anything being Ladybug has taught Marinette was learned on the basis her parents gave her. I don’t think this is an either-or situation. Now that she's an independent teenager, of course her parents expect her to pull away, be private and figure things out on her own. What Marinette is doing wrong now is on her, because she's the one taking on all these responsibilities, leaving others in the dark, not consulting anyone who doesn't just appease her and making decisions for others. However, this being her go-to approach shows us that her parents failed her in the past.

I think Marinette's parents are doing everything right for an older child, but I also think they were very out of their depth when Marinette was a small child. She clearly wasn't taught this stuff that has to be taught at an early age because she's now a teenager and seems to have no clue how interpersonal relationships work. Of course she's still too young to understand everything, especially romance, but she lacks basic understanding of mutual friendship as well. It just really feels like Marinette's parents have never had any expectations for her, even when she was a small child throwing a fit when she didn't get her way.

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"Hey Sweetheart" part 4

This is based on the 'Hey Sweetheart' universe and this request :)

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

I'm skipping alot of time between these parts because I think it will be easier to write about someone who is closer to my age! But If you send me requests with a "flashback" or a "timeskip" then I will still write them!

IN PART 1 AND 2 READER WAS COUPLE OF MONTHS OLD, IN PART 3 SHE WAS A LITTLE OVER 1 YEAR OLD, IN THIS SHE'S 2 AND HALF YEARS OLD!

Warning: yelling, cursing, kidnapping, slashers, death, reader is a minor (from between a baby and a teenager), orphan child, use of Y/N (tell me of any else)

|last part| |next part|

*again a timeskip*

Lester called Bo later that evening, telling him about a group of tourists, two cars, young adults. Many people but nothing that the brothers hadn't taken care of before... They just need to be separated and surprised...

But, Bo and Vincent had a daughter to take care of, so Bo told his younger brother, Lester, to stay in town to help them and to look after their child.

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Bo saw his brothers car drive to the town, behind him a car following. The victims had arrived, or at least a part of them. Bo turned from the window, to look at his twin on the floor, playing with their daughter.

Even tho Vincent had claimed the girl at first, Bo fell in love with her and wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her. Now this large group, was a threat for her. Bo knew that all the three brothers would be needed, that meaning Y/N needs to be left alone... He didn't want to do that, but there wasn't any options. She needed to be safe, hidden away from threat and protected by them.

Bo walked to his daughter and crouched down, next to her. He admired her little drawing, touching her head and complimenting her.

"Hey honey, that's beautiful. Dads gotta go to work now..." He looked down at his daughter and pat her hair. She nodded her head, still focused to drawing. Bo looked at his brother, sitting next to them, they made eye contact. Both of them knew what they needed to do, nodding, they prepared to make sure their little girl was safe.

Bo picked the girl up into his arms, ignoring her protests, and making his way upstairs to her room. Vincent went to the kitchen to get her a water bottle and snacks. She might have to stay there for awhile... Vincent took her favorite toys and the food to upstairs, following Bo. They made it to Y/N's room, sitting her fussing figure down on the bed.

Bo got down on one knee in front of her. "Sweetheart, I need for you to listen to me..."

Getting his young daughters attention, he continued.

"Dad and I need to go to work... Okay? That means you'll be alone... Well leave you some water and food, but the door will be locked, so you'll be safe... I need you to be a good girl and stay here. Okay?" Bo asked sternly but carefully.

"Why do you need to go...? I don't want to be alone..." Y/N asked uncertain. Bo's daughter had amazing patience for a toddler, but he wouldn't be surprised if these news made her shed tears.

Bo looked sadly at his daughter and turned his head to nod at his brother, a signal for him to go on ahead of him.

Y/N watched longingly to her leaving father before returning her gaze to the man in front of her.

"Baby, I need for you to be a good girl, to be on your best behavior, because we will not be here and you need to stay here, safe.." Bo said to the girl sitting in front of him, on her bed, looking at her feet with a sadness in her eyes.

Bo put his arms around her, hugging her. "Hey, hey, hey, it's alright. We'll be right back, here with you. Okay baby?" Bo breaks away from the hug, keeping his arms on her but looking for her gaze.

Y/N lifts her to look at her father, Bo cuddles her cheek with his hand and kisses her forehead. Keeping his face in her hair for a moment, thinking over this decision, but still moves his face away, ready to go help his brothers.

"I love you baby, so much" he tells her with a sweet smile.

"I love you too daddy..." she answers in a whisper.

Bo nods, getting up towards the door. He looks back at her, for the last time, before he turns around, getting out of the room and locking the door from the outside.

Bo hesitated for a moment, he wants to stay, to protect his daughter here. But he continues his way downstairs anyways. Bo puts on a stern face, getting into character. He needed to focus, in order to protect his daughter.

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Their actions hadn't... exactly gone as planned.

The night had fallen, making coordination in the town harder for the tourists due to the darkness. But that didn't mean that the Sinclairs had the advantage. When Vincent had attacked the separated group of people, in the House Of Wax, one of the victims had ran away, slipped through his fingers...

Now Bo was in search for this punk, praying that he hadn't found his way up to the house. Vincent made sure that the House Of Wax was filled with nothing but death, while Lester helped Bo with the search.

In the night, sound carried more easily, and that is how Bo became aware of the escaping victims location. The sound of a breaking a window alerted the searching brothers... That fuckin tourist had found their home... Their girl... Bo and Lester quickly picked up speed to a run, closing in on the driveway on the hill.

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Y/N had fallen in to a light sleep, on her bed, until she was startled to awake by a loud sound from the downstairs.

In the dark room, alone she was scared, longing for her dad's. Y/N turned on the side table light, looking around her room in confusion but a sound of steps towards her room made her focus. She hoped for the return of her fathers, she had a boring night, alone in her room, but now finally she heard something.

The sound of light and uncertain steps made their way along the hallway. Y/N got up from her bed, walking to her room door.

She rattled the nob, until she realized that it had been locked from the outside. Her actions caught the wanderers attention, making their movements come to a quick stop.

"Open!" She yelled in a whine to whoever was outside, in hopes of finally getting out.

In a fast action the person outside was now trying to knock down the door, telling her to stay calm and that he was getting them out of there. His words made her backup in confusion. This wasn't her father...

The fear of a stranger trying to get to her, shot through her body. Y/N froze in her steps, looking at the door that is going to be knocked down any moment now...

She picked up the sound of a door slamming open downstairs. Unfortunately at the same time, the stranger had gotten through...

His gaze found her, and he walked to her fast, picking her up into his arms... She was so confused, this wasn't one of her fathers or her uncle... He murmured her comforting things as she was in distress somehow...

The mans expression turned to fear as the noise from downstairs, made it's way towards them. She hoped to God that this was her father. The footsteps fastened, and the man searched for a escape, with her in his arms.

Her holder rapidly went through the hallway, looking for a way out.

They came to the end of the hallway, she looked over the mans shoulder, seeing her dad coming for them.

"You fucker... Give her back!" Her father yelled to the man, alerting the younger brother to make his way over to them.

Lester quickly found his way next to Bo, seeing the same thing as him. A escapee holding Y/N tightly to his chest...

"Y-You sick fucks... You're keeping a child here?! Don't you dare to hurt her!" The man yelled towards the brothers, in the other end of the hallway.

"GIVE HER BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Bo yelled with rage.

The startled girl, became to weep.

"DADDY!" She yelled in fear, reaching towards her dad, with tears running down her face.

Bo didn't know what to do... His daughter was in danger, yelling for him.

Unfortunately the man came to a conclusion... This was their daughter in his arms... He had the advantage...

"LET ME GO OR I'LL KILL HER!"

(its late and I promised to post today, so unfortunatly I had to stop this to a cliffhanger. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS AND SUGGESTIONS!!)

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Compiling some Peppino-centric hcs i have bc i would like to have something to look back on as a point of reference 😌 (this is so long. SO fucking long. Im sorry)

- starting w the basics: hes a short king; 5’2 (157cm). Hes like late 40s-early 50s to me. Hes got brown eyes i never draw bc i like drawing him w dots lol. Hes particular about his appearance and grooms very consistently. Has literally no issues w balding (exposed to balding bears in his youth; thinks they are hot now 😌) and it helps that he can literally cave someones skull in if they speak ill of him. He does have a couple of comfy hats incase his hair decides to be unruly in bad weather.

- very bulky build; think of olympic strongmen/ highland games but short. Visibly muscular arms and broad shoulder, fat chest and stomach, smoother legs (fat layered over muscle; v thick thighs and calves). Hes got surgery scars on his lower back from a bullet wound (only entry/no exit point). Debated giving him a scar around his sternum from heart surgery or some other crazy injury he had but im not sure yet; the bullet extraction scar is definitely staying tho.

-does NOT work out; he used to wrestle in his late teens/early 20s but otherwise he was (still is) a man who did lots of physical labor around his childhood home and grandparents shop. Continued the cycle when he got his own home and his own restaurant; cheaper to do his own (extensive) repairs than call for specialists/contractors when u are Fucking Poor.

- he DOES exercise; he is fond of jogging. He does this alot postgame, usually in the early mornings before he opens, and at the beach on his days off. He had it drilled in v early in his life that he Needs to stay active, so he will roll out of bed and do this almost daily. On his days off he will have random people come and join him; usually pepperman or noisette. Its too tedious/boring of a task for gus and noise, and vigi is out cold until sunrise at minimum.

- he owns a HOUSE; he does not rent an apartment. This is bc i think it would be reasonable to assume that anyone who OWNS a restaurant was at some point, well off enough to own a house instead of renting. And i like the idea of him using this house as collateral; if the shop goes under, so does his home (more stress for him…). (Ive seen other people treat his shop like a duplex ie shop on the lobby level and an apartment/living space on the second floor. This is ALSO v good and coincides w my want to have his home tied to his restaurant)

- the house is small; two bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, and a basement (where the 1/2 bath is located). BIG kitchen, small livingroom. It is surprisingly well furnished bc of his family donating things to him when he bought the house in his 30s. Lots of older wood based furniture. Hes not grossly messy (like food, bugs, etc) but he is disorganized beyond belief. Lives an ‘organized mess’ lifestyle bc of his high stress. Also extremely apathetic to his living conditions until postgame when his restaurant starts to take in profits again; less stress -> more positive time at home -> aware of the clutter as he spends more time at home.

- drives a beat up lookin car to and from work. Its his BABY; his ol reliable. He has to do lots of work to keep her intact and functioning. Eventually gets a newer car with his profits, but its rlly to help ease the strain on her so that he can take her out for drives occasionally.

-eldest of like 6 siblings; will not try to name them all just know that hes the only boy. Eldest daughter is only a year younger than him. Good relationship w all of them and his immediate family. Very matriarchal immediate family. Only a handful of uncles, his dad, and his grandpappy. Stubbornly cut off contact w everyone after the horrors (war) and refused to accept help w his failing restaurant (prideful). Eventually his (eldest) sister reaches out and he makes amends one at a time. (Gets an earful from his momma)

- works LONG hours. Awake by 4am, in noisettes cafe by 5am, in the shop by 6am. Preps and calls until opening at 9am. Closes at 9pm. Closes up FOR REAL at 10pm. Rinse n repeat. As the shop does better financially, he starts opening later and closing earlier (at the insistence of Gus). He still does his walks and his morning routine, just a little later, and he has enough time at home in the evening to cook for himself.

- on the topic of cooking, he is a good chef all around; pizza is just easier to market and consistently do Correct. Likes food alot. So much…..he isnt picky but he does go 😬 when eating something. Bad. And it happens Often.

- stress baked often. He felt bad about throwing out his food afterwards so he would give it away to his neighbors. No longer stress bakes but he will cook out of boredom which is not as bad but still not the best 😭 luckily he has so many freeloaders that will eat anything he makes (gus and noise)

- this is his second shop; the first one was in a larger city (think similar to pig city). Closed down due to insufficient payments, but reopened on the outskirts of the city (close to the forest) after putting up his house as collateral.

-first shop is where he first meets pizzahead. Hes offered a generous sum of cash to sell the business (which would then be converted into a ph brand shop). Obv declined. Later offered a position in pizzaheads business instead; nearly killed the man when scaring him out of his shop.

- Peppino is NOT some aggressive out of control beast (despite what pizzahead believes). He is vaguely neurotic and it is exacerbated by extreme stress and bouts of anxiety. So funny how removing the extreme stress and sources of anxiety makes him more Normal. (Somewhat encouraged by an official image i saw after i made this hc of peppinos attitude outside and inside the tower. He is relatively apathetic and inside the tower he is borderline manic. More hcs about that too)

- he is relatively fun to be with otherwise. He has some extremely dry humor. Hes incredibly sarcastic. He LIKES customer service…otherwise this would be impossible for him to endure. It helps that he Owns a shop, instead of only being a worker; he can yell at people who are rude and annoying to him and he knows (at least postgame) that he has loyal regulars.

- he is a bit of an asshole; he make snide remarks he shouldnt and hes been in his own fair share of fights bc of it. Has mellowed out drastically as he got a better grip on his emotions postgame. Only the most tolerant could really deal w him prior to postgame (gus) in part due to his anger (response to exacerbated neurosis and ptsd)

- also autistic. Extra stress bc of this. Easily overstimulated and the response to this is anger. Completely undiagnosed lmao but hes like late 40s; he just learned how to deal with it.

-common stress responses: bites on anything, usually his hand (Tried stopping this bc people would TOUCH him if he did that in front of others and that just made shit worse). Grinds his teeth. Jaw clenching. Making A Fist So Tight You Accidentally Cut Urself. Flappy hands, usually w hands balled up into a fist (specifically eyes closed; jaw clenched; head ducked, flappy hands over his ducked head). It looks ‘worse’ than biting but at least the excessive movement deters people from touching him.

- on a more positive note; knows quite a bit of magic tricks. Sleight of hand stuff is his forte. It is good for the anxiety and it keeps his hands busy. He is will consistently say that he is not good w kids but he loves entertaining them; they say the funniest shit and he likes being a bad influence on them 😈. Also teaching them tricks and letting them see behind the curtain is so fun for him; like they are so excited about silly tricks and it makes him feel a little cool….

- he is the kind of person whos like (dad voice) ‘not gettin a damn cat in my house’ and then has blackmail of him passed the fuck out with a cat on his stomach. He feeds the local strays by his shop and he cant help but feed the strays that end up by his house. He doesnt feel confident enough to take care of another animal when its so hard for him to remember to take care of himself so for now he just feeds them. But maybe soon he will take them inside…he also baby talks cats but if u caught him doing that he would kill u i think. (Pov u are the noise)

- silly hc that he has a real last name but he keeps it as spaghetti bc its funny to fuck around w people who ask him. No i dont know what his last name would be but i think it would be funny to have him ‘change’ it for branding and have people believe it. Also i think its funny to think of peppino saying this to ph somehow and he completely runs with it as gospel. Like ‘granny did u KNOW his last name is fucking spaghetti??’

- wrt young peppino, i say that w him being 20-23 in mind. Worked in his grandparents shop during this time. Worked as a line cook for some other restaurants as well (and saved up money to buy his own home while he lived w his parents and sisters). He was generally a sweetheart, just a bit odd (the Autsim and Anxiety), but that was (and still is) his charm point lol

- (SUGGESTIVE) cannot stop thinking of him as a little otter that hung out w older bears in the leather scene. He prob had his best years w them before he had to focus on other shit. He still keeps in contact w some of the peeps that were around his age postgame, and they meet up sometimes to hang along w vigilante. Now that hes older it is a bit surreal to now be the bear he used to look up to in his younger years. But its a bit flattering. Noise and Pepperman are younger than him and they both regard him w the same kind of wonder he used to give older bears. He thinks its cute lol (pepperman bc thats his muse and he sees his body type as PEAK human form, and noise bc i hc him as a bit sheltered despite the fame)

- (STILL SUGGESTIVE BUT THATS IT I SWEAR) adjacent to this; its weird for him to come back to this side of him bc hes been living in survival mode for over a decade. Got his house in his early 30s -> WAR -> comes back traumatized -> leaves family to cope -> dumps money into a restaurant to cope w leaving family. So he kinda missed it alot. Its fun to explore it w gus heehee and sometimes noise when he behaves.

-other things i wanted to mention but didnt know where to fit it. Peppino is a decent artist; he drew the logo for his shop and in general he is good at caricatures (another thing he can do to entertain a crowd; helps w anxiety to know how to not be awkward).

- Peppino is a bit of a mechanic (aka he learned bc he was broke and didnt want to call them for minor problems). Hes not a tinkerer but he likes the joy of creating sm and will make little. Creations. every once in a while. One of these creations is Peshino! He is a wooden windup toy made as a prototype for a more mechanical, mass produced version. He was intended to be sold as a cute little toy to help cement the branding for Peppinos shop but he never got the time or money for it, so peshino is collecting a bit of dust in his basement. Postgame, he takes peshino out and cleans him up; he feels a bit guilty about him….and the Big Peshino found in the tower plays music in Peppinos shop :) He also takes the time to clean him up and keep him functional.

Okay i think thats all i got for now byebye

[coolingrosa]

Came back from school to see my question got answered ^^ And now instead of studying for my exams which are this week I will be doing this instead >:3

When i say they feel distant i mean like they seem to argue alot like when Error was refusing to help watch Killer Nightmare felt the need to guilt trip (idk if thats the right word) him in order to get him to help. It doesnt feel like they trust each other very much based on this interaction alone. Even at the two arguments, I noticed that Nightmare was continually provoking Error.

Few other questions: I remember reading another question and the end of ur answer was smth like "Killer clings to Nightmare and Cross clings to Error" I wonder if thats still canon cuz idk when you answered👀

How will Error be related to the gang like will he just be someone who hangs around them or smth? Will he make more appearances in future chapters?

Unrelated to RoseVerse but what is ur otp and other fav ships, what about your fav character from the undertale aus. ( I think u can tell who is my fav character from my questions cant believe my pookie didnt win Tumblr sexyman)

Also you got any tips for drawing and writing and some resources with which u learned and would recommend? Thanks in advance :) I will tell you once more how much i love your work. If you ever get burnt out, please remember its okay to take a break. I wish you the best for college. Sorry if this was a bit long. Love from India <333

-From the one person who said you were the reason that they said started writing and drawing on stream

1. Unfortunately, yeah, even if they are close by technically, it doesn’t mean they are heathy. They are kinda like childhood friends who have grown into different people but still cling out of convenience and remaining love. If they met as adults, they wouldn’t get along, but they have history to them. They know how to push each other’s buttons, and since they have no one else to fight with without the fear of losing them, they target one another. That’s where their trust comes in, as they are the only people on the whole multiverse that they have. Sure, they are passing friends with Reaper, especially Error, but neither trust him enough to be themselves. They both know the other will never leave, so both can be utter assholes to one another, and taunt to get it out of their systems. It’s not healthy and it’s built upon their grief and subconscious blame towards each other and themselves after losing Ink.

They are in a bitter stage of their lives right now. One day, they’ll get back to who they use to be. For now, there’s only hints thru Killer’s perspective.

2. Error and Cross are parallels to Nightmare and Killer, and that’s all I can rlly say until Cross’s chapters. But yes, that’s still canon.

3. Error will have full chapters dedicated to him in the future! He’s not officially apart of the bad sanses, and is more of an ally to Nightmare as he doesn’t care for the other bad sanses besides Cross and Horror (who don’t come in until much later)

4. LOL I LOVE ERROR TOO! I’ve made jokes about how he’s my husband and I even jokingly got a body pillow of him to match with best friend irl mil_leon on tiktok. He will win this year….trust…

However, he isn’t my favorite! My favorite is core frisk, and ppl used to call me that as a joke and as a nickname!

I have four OTPS, actually. BlackCoffee (reaper and Ccino), ColorKiller (rainbowknife), Errormare, and Drink. Shockingly, Errormare isn’t my favorite. DRINK is. I absolutely adore Drink with everything in me and if I ever see art of it I will kick my feet, and scream with joy. I have multiple analyses about them just IN MY DOCS bout how perfect they are for one another but that’s the story for another day.

Some others I really enjoy tho are BloodMoon (Geno and Nightmare), Crink, Horrorfarm, lowkey Dustswap BUT IN A VERY SPECIFIC WAY AND NOT IN THE OLD FANDOM WAY THWY HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE GOOD GUYS PPL JUST WRITE IT SUPER WEIRD, CrossxKiller (only bc my gf and I relate to them!), and Driller!

5. I really recommend binge watching ginjanijaowo and their speedpaints and character design videos! June taught me a LOT about character design and watching them draw inspires me a lot. I also suggest doing ugly arm up sketches before each important project to get the rust off! Don’t limit urself to only one anatomy technique- as I’ve tried every single one in existence and still developed my own. Drawing is all about finding what works for YOU and sometimes, the big popular artists techniques just won’t. Like… doing the gesture line is a very important part of the process….that I will never do LOL

However, giving art advice is tricky as it’s easier to focus on one aspect you want help on so the artist ur asking can focus their advice better! Like asking about anatomy, drawing heads, animatics, story boarding, etc! I wouldn’t mind doing any tutorials for those types of questions!

6. And thank you so much <333 I’m glad I could inspire you to make amazing things, and I really hope I’m able to stream again. Unfortunately, as I type this, my roommates are watching a movie on full volume and it’s bleeding thru the door, so until I can find time…with them gone LOL I cannot @_@ I’m trying tho!! I miss interacting with you all

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter reader

Another Hotch one because I miss him it's been 4 seasons without him, I miss him so much so I have to write this.

Summary: Y/N, Haley and Jack are found by Foyet, Y/N knows instantly who he is because she made her Dad tell her all about him before they went into witness protection.

Y/N is 12

Angst alot of angst in this one

Dead of a person

Emotions lots of Emotions

Third person pov...

Haley gets a call on he phone, she is shocked when an employee of the U.S. Marshal service, claims that her safety has been compromised and her ex-husband and Sam were both dead.

She ends the call telling him wher ether were and quickly ends the call, 12 year old Y/N walks over to her Mum. "What's wrong Mum?" She asks her, Haley quickly wipes her tears and looks down at her daughter.

"Don't worry honey, Sam has got into some trouble and don't worry another Marshall is coming" she reassures her suspicious daughter who is alot like her Ex-Husband. Y/N raises an eyebrow "What about Dad, is he okay?" She asks knowing something else happened during the call, Haley smiles sadly at her daughter.

"It is about your Dad Honey, he died trying to find Foyet" she said quietly not wanting Jack to hear. Y/N felt her heart drop, her mouth hung open as she took in what her mum siad. "Dad. Isn't. Dead" she whispers to herself as she tried to not cry.

Haley pulls her daughter in for a hug she had always been a Daddy's girl always wanted to be like her dad. When she pulled away Y/N sat down next tto Jack nad continued playing with him.

Soon the door goes and Haley goes to answer, she let's the Marshall in and they walk to the living room, where Y/N and Jack are playing.

The minute another marshal other than  U.S. Marshal Sam Kassmeyer came through the door when her Mum opened the door Y/N was on high alert, she instantly recognises the man who came in pretending to be a Marshall.

'George Foyet' she thinks her body freezing, as she watches him out of the corner of her eye, he then speaks to her mum before sitting opposite her and Jack and starts playing. Y/N quickly excuses herself and stand by her Mum, she then turns her head to look like she was looking put the window before whispering.

"Mum" she whispers getting the attention of Haley, the woman goes to move but Y/N stops her. "Don't stand like that it will seem less suspicious" she whispers making her mum nod and stop moving, the girl takes a deep breath. "You know what dad said about Foyet?" Asks the 12 year old.

She sees her Mum nod out of the corner of her eyes. "The man currently in the room is him, I recognise him from the pictures Dad showed me before we went into witness protection" she whispers, as she says who he is Haley freezes her son is sitting opposite a Serial Killer who tried to killer her Ex-Husband.

"Are you sure Y/N" she whispers, Y/N squares her shoulders "Yes mum" she said seriously, Haley sucks in  a breath before going over to Jack and Foyet and sitting next to her son.

"I'm going to my room" said Y/N before leaving quickly to her room, the 12 year old was prepared for something like this to happen to them, alot like her dad she is ready for the worst and will protect her family if she needs too.

Thankfully she got to go to the firing range alot at Quantico because her Dad git her in because he was unit chef, thanks to her Dad she learnt how to shoot and hold a gun.

The 12 year old rummage around her room, she then finds a small gun she hid in her desk draw she knew it would come in handy it's one of her Dad spares she took before they left.

Y/N then grabbed a phone that her dad gave her, it was for emergencies only ans thus was pretty much an emergency, the 12 year old quickly hides in the wardrobe in her room closing it quietly and pushing and pulling things so she was covered.

The girl quickly turned it on and clicked a number the only number on it and it was her Dads, it rang a couple times before he answered. "Hotchner" Y/N let a cry of relief through her mouth she knew he wasn't Dead.

"Who is thus?" He asks Y/N realises she didn't answer "Daddy it's me" she whispers into the phone, her Dad freezes for a minute before answering "Y/N is that you?" He asks, his voice full of astonishment.

Y/N let's a wet laugh from her mouth a tears start running down her face "Yes daddy it's me, I knew you weren't dead" she sobbed, Hotch was confused why would she think he was dead.

" Y/N why would you think I was dead?" He asks her, "because Foyet said so, I knew I shouldn't believe him" she rambled, Hotchs eyes widened when he hear dher say Foyet.

"Wait Y/N you said Foyet, it Foyet in the house?" He asks worry in his voice, Y/N then remembered why she called her Dad. "Yes he is Daddy you need to save us, get Penelope to track my phone I will keep it on" said the girl suddenly acting like her Agent Dad.

"Okay I'll get her to trace your phone,

Y/N Honey arw your Mum and brother okay?" He asks her, Y/N lifts her head up and listens she didn't hear any gun shots. "I think so, I told mum who he was, I can protect Jack don't worry Daddy" said Y/N she had always been protective over Jack.

Hitch was confused how will she manage that. "No Y/N listen to me Foyet is a very dangerous man you cant fight him" he said hoping his daughter won't do anything dangerous. Y/N wipes her twes away before laugh slightly.

"Actually Daddy you know how you hide lots of Guns around the house for protection" she starts off, Hotch looks at his phone in shock before laughing, she really is his daughter ready for anything

"That's why I was missing one" he said earning a giggle from his Daughter.

"Okay Y/N becareful only use it unless you have to" he told her, Y/N looks at the gun tucked in her trousers. "I will Daddy, please get here soon" she said before the call ends, sighing softly Y/N opens her wardrobe and crawls out she then goes to the living room.

When she does she sees Foyet holding her Mum, she looked to scared Haleys eyes widened when she saw her Daughter then motioned towards Jack. Y/N nods and pulls Jack up and towards her, away from Foyet.

"Mum, what's happening?" She asks her Mum glaring at Foyet, During a lengthy phone conversation with Hotch, Haley is informed that Foyet is in fact The Reaper rather than a U.S. Marshal. Y/N then sees the phone in her hand and hears her Dad instruct Jack to help him "work the case" and Jack runs off to an unknown location inside the house.

Y/N stays with her Mum. "Y/N leave please I can't let you see this" Says Haley, Y/N looks between her and Foyet before shaking her head firmly. "I'm not leaving you Mum" she promised before her mum and Dad said "I love you" to each other.

Foyet smirks as he keeps his eyes on the younger Hotchner. As he raises his gun Y/N keeps her eyes on her Mum. "I love you" she months as tears streamed down Haleys face. Then gunshot ring out.

Y/N flinches at the sound she looks around as her mum falls to the floor, Y/N is angry she glares at foyet as he laughs at the crying child. Y/N crawls over reassures finds her Mums hand.

She can feel it going cold, she sees red, suddenly she found the strength in her alelgs to stand, the 12 year old pulls out her Dad guns foyet it shocked obviously not expecting a child to have a gun.

"You first took My Dad, Then the safety if my home, Stalking my brother,

then almost killing my dad now you killed my Mum. I WONT LET YOU LIVE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She screamed and pressed the trigger 5 rounds shoot out and hit Foyet in the chest, one successfully hit his arm, hid winces in pain, He falls to the floor.

Y/N continues glaring she's not done yet, as the monster is on the floor she grabs the small table from the living room and breaks it over his head, some how he is still awake, Foyet stands up. "I've been Killing for a fight little Hotchner" he grinned before launching at Y/N the little girl dodges him quickly.

She then shoots 2 more rounds but it doesn't seem to be doing anything. She then sees something sticking out udnerneath his shirt. It's kevlar "I see you were planning this to happen" Says Y/N throwing a punch with was dodged she then kicked dhidnleg making the man fall.

"I was little Hotchner but I was hoping for you dear Father instead but this works fine" he smirks and turns to the open door and runs out. "No you dont" yelld the young girl she had to get him away from Jack.

Foyet stands at the top of the stairs facing Y/N, the girl looks at the stairs and has a pain she sprints at the man and pushes herself into his stomach making him loose balance, then grabbed Y/N as he went Y/N screams as she is pulled down stairs the young girl lands at the bottom of the stairs first let of stairs while Foyet is next to her.

She feels horrible pain from her head suddenly someone is holding her down, she screams when Foyet holds her down and punches her face, Y/N strugs to get her legs out from under her as the Man continues to punch her.

She kicks at hus legs and tries to elbow him, Foyet then holds his hand over rhee mouth bad idea, the 12 year old bites down hard enough to draw blood she spits it out, Foyet is shocked woth gives her enough time to shove him off her, Y/N jumps down the remaining stairs ans too the door.

Before she can grab the handle she is pulled back and a gun is held to her head making her freeze, then to her luck it her Dad and his team. "Daddy!" She yelled to him, Hotch is shocked when he sees hiw beat up his daughter is, but then looks at Foyet and sees Blood running from his hand, a gun shot to his arm and a could bruises forming.

He was proud of how much of a fight his daughter put up, all the training sessions worked out. The team and Hotch surround Foyet and all the exits there is noway he is able to escape. "Don't try anything Aaron or this one will end up like her Mother" laughed Foyet.

This made Hotch angry so he did kill Haley, as her capture is distracted she knocked the gun out if his hand and maneuvers his weight ans throws the taller man over her shoudler surprising everyone but Hotch, she had used thay move on him many times before.

Y/n spits at him "you Bastard don't talk about Mum like that" she yeld holding her gun out at him, the monster stared at her as if wanting her to do it.

"Go on littler Hotchner scared, shoot me, shoot me!" He yelled to her Y/N hands shake her finger moves to the trigger but she doesn't do it. "Unlike you I don't kill" she said before collapsing.

Before she hits the floor Hotch rushes to his daughter. He holds her in his arms like a baby as his terrified daughter cries into his chest. "I'm sorry Daddy, so Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she mumbles 

Hotch soothes her and runs a hand up and down her back. "What are you sorry for Y/N/N" he asks her already knowing why she was apologising. "I'm sorry he killed Mum, if I had pulled my gun out before she would be alive" sobs the little girl as she falls into a sleep.

Hotch feels tears fall down his cheeks as he kisses his daughters forehead. "No its not your fault, you couldn't of done anything for her" he whispers before setting his daughter down and telling JJ and Emily to look after her.

The man then goes of to find his Wife and Son leaving his distressed daughter in  the hands of his team.

The end!

I hope you liked this one its a lot longer alot longer, ive been waiting to do one like this for Hotch, also sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Request are open!

Word count: 2250

[orion-lake]

Happy 2024! I hope you all have been celeb rating or at least enjoying the holiday season.

I wanted to shoutout my favourite posts from 2023 - that just means I reblogged them during 2023 and I like them.... ALOT!

You may have seen the posts I do monthly, I am going to continue to do so and I released the December one yesterday, you can find it here.

I scrolled through all my posts (archive...shhh!) to find my absolute favourites from this year. I am sorry if I missed you....I reblog a lot of content and I have about 400+ in my current queue. I can't wait to see what next year has in store because I am sure I won't remember a lot of what I have queued up for us all.

If you would like to draw my attention to any posts your create. feel free to tag me #usernae.

I want to say thank you to my fellow content creators that make this site such a joy to be on, and be in awe of. You are all crazy talented and I am always surprised by the style, concepts, and skill so many of you display.

But mostly, thank you for all the time you put into making these creations - I want to acknowledge the effort and resources put into this kind of fan art and content creation.

To get the show on the way...

(P.S. some of these posts have reblogs/likes so low it is criminal - have a look through these posts and show them some love.)

Please find all of my favourite posts from 2023 below the cut.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS  | January 19, 1981 by @spuffygifs

ORANGE & PINK + ENID SINCLAIR by @rainbowgifs

yeah i bruise easily. by @ayoedebiris

↳ wednesday & enid in gets so uptight for @enidsniclair by @yenvengerberg

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT by @breakableheavens

And I will not be afraid of your scars… by @scullys

TOP 2022 SHIPS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ↳ 2. Wenclair (Wednesday) by @arabellas

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo • typography by @toplines

—Arabella, Arctic Monkeys by @userblorbo

Morgana Pendragon | Merlin by @cinematv

↳ margaret tudor & mary tudor + parallels by @cesareeborgia

↳ RACHEL WEISZ LETTERBOXD by @rosamndpike

Favourite costume 🎪 Circus Ringmaster 🎪 by @antoniosvivaldi

My world only makes sense since you’ve come into it. by @edwinadaily

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) event: Favourite Speak Now Vault Track by @antoniosvivaldi

🎀 SEX METAL BARBIE 🎀 In This Moment #MetalMonday (ins.po) by @x--daughters-of-darkness--x

ICanSeeYou(Kanthony’sVersion) by @chrrispine

YELLOWJACKETSAPPRECIATIONWEEK | favorite dynamic by @saws2004

BRIDGERTON LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK DAY ONE: FAVOURITE CHARACTER ↳ CLAUDIA JESSIE AS ELOISE BRIDGERTON by @candicepatton

BRIDGERTON LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 ↪ Day One: Favourite Character(s) by @snikkts

@pscentral​ event 03: team colors  ↳ Kathani “Kate” Sharma-Bridgerton + Orange 🧡 by @cal-kestis

[studioboner]

ur art iz soso cute and pretty!! do you have any tipz for when working with watercolor(or paint in general)?

Sure!

Dont bother buying expensive materials if youre just starting, cheap or intermediate stuff is more than enough to start off and decide if you really like it and want to continue. Plus some mro expensive materials are harder to use if you dont have practice. I would never recommend a natural hair brush for a begginer watercolorist Those videos about essentials skills to have, or most common mistakes made CAN help, dont let them limit how you experiment with watercolors though, there are no rules. Those are usually tips given to make it easier to do a technic the most common way. You're free to try different paths Aim for an in-between level of "too easy, i can do this" and "too hard thats not on my skill yet". You have to find a middle ground to do it because that's what help keep people interested. If you only paint the very easy watercolor tutorials you see, theres a chance you'll grow bored and tired of it as it has become "too easy". Doesnt have to be every time of course, but it helps alot to not grow bored. It'll take a while to get used to watercolors, even if you know of many technics, practicing them and knowing how they will turn out by experience is another story. Don't feel bad if something didnt go the way you expected, you can always try the oppossite next time and see how that goes.

Copy Master's works, this doesnt have to be just dead masters, living ones too! Copying is a genuine good way of studying. As long as you dont claim them to be yours and give them proper credit, it's not plagiarism. It doesn't hurt to ask though, specially if the artist you are going to be copying to learn is not a big name. In my experience though the artists i've asked if i could copy to study tehir work they had been flattered that i'd want to do that. Theres no need to ask for some big name tho just credit lol, like for example doing watercolor studies of studio ghibli's storyboards..... that's a good one btw! their storyboards are pretty and have GOOD colors but still are super simple! Usually just one layer of paint, minimal wet in wet shading or glazing.

Share Your Works, i know specially for begginers this one can be scary to do, but i promise you that the number of fellow begginers who will feel encouraged by you posting is a great number. And experienced artists who are GOOD people would never look down on a begginer. Rather than "man they cant draw lol" it'll be a sentiment of "i remember when my skills were a similar level! i hope this new artists has a fun time with art :D" Sharing your works and getting feedback and building a small community with other artists or even some fans is a massive encouragement ! [it's not everything of course but it's nice to be appreciated] Uh mind you, this step might take a long while. i've been posting art for nearly 10 years and it took me maybe 8 or so years of posting for something of mine to get more than 70 notes or so. [70 notes is already alot tho! wohhoo!

[blkkizzat]

Hi! I'm the anon who asked you a few weeks ago if it's valid for wanting to leave my bf of 3 years for only having sex like two times a year.

I asked him why he doesn't even try to give me pleasure in other ways. His answer was that there's always something: we're tired, we didn't sleep well, the weather is too hot, I'm on my period. I told him he should ask then, to which he said okay.

Last week I specifically told him I want to sleep with him on that day. Credit where credit is due, he tried, but he came too quickly and I don't think I came at all. I thought about asking him to continue with his fingers or something, but he literally called his aunt after he cleaned himself off in the bathroom. No cuddling or aftercare.

The need to leave him is getting bigger and bigger each day. We work at the same place, and I've come to realize that I'm always the one who lets people know we're a couple. He never tells it to anyone. There were already multiple misunderstandings about this, like one of our female colleagues wanted to hook up with him because she thought he's single. I adore the girl and don't blame her at all because she didn't know he's taken, but I'm 100% sure she wanted something from him and he just refuses to believe me. Moreover, he started greeting her with hugs and seeks out her company when there's free time. I say having friends is fine, but I feel like he's testing me on purpose.

Besides these things, I do feel like he adores me with the way he compliments me and looks at me every day. Whenever I need something, he doesn't hesitate to help. I can tell he loves me. I feel like I no longer have the beauty or the confidence to leave him and find hookups or new dates, and us working at the same place after breaking up would make me feel miserable every day.

Long story short, I have no idea what to do

Sorry this took me a minute! Sisss please i beg of you LEAVE THIS NO GOOD MAN!!

The problem is he wants to love you on his terms only and that's not love. He gives you affection when he wants to, not when you need it. He's treating you like a friend not a partner. You can love your friends, you just aren't in-love. He's comfortable.

And that's the thing, you are also comfortable. It's like the phrase "the devil you know", it's easier to deal with the shit we've been dealing with then potentially go out and deal with something worse. But you can't let that type of thinking control you or you won't ever be happy, because while sure there is worse out there, there is also better! ALOT BETTER!

Also fake it until you make it haha. You may not feel like you have the beauty or confidence but trust me, we are our own worst critic, we never see ourselves the way others do. We tend to focus our faults, on the things others would never notice about us and if they do it's not something they even blink at. You already have the beauty and the confidence. You never lost it. It's scary putting yourself out there again I know (I hate these dating apps too babes) but you deserve to be happy! You deserve someone who WANTS to please you. Like if they aren't enthusiastic, tripping over themselves about meeting your needs, kick them to the curb. I cannot stress that enough!

If it weren't for the other stuff I would understand him not wanting people in his business as far as telling others about your relationship at work. That said he needs to draw boundaries which it doesnt seem like hes doing at all. Friends is fine, but seeing as its a work friend if you arent on hugging terms with ol'girl neither should he be.

I know that might make things awkward at work but again. Fake it until you make it. People expect you to act awkward but if you don't, they won't. Even if he is acting weird, let him be the weirdo about it. That isn't your problem.

Also please please please, no more chances. He's had too many. Even if he says he will be better. Nah. He won't. He would just be saying that to keep you around and fall back into old ways.

You got this girl. You gotta look out for YOU.

sidenote if anyone else has words of encouragement for anon, please leave them in the comments!

xx

[zeondraws]

Getting a bit nostalgic

I still remember when this came out, I was on an island while covid was going on. I got super excited watching this. To think rectangular vehicles could be entertaining to watch.

Not sure what specifically makes me wonder about it tonight. Maybe it's just because I am dealing with my negative thoughts so much again. Battling my demons each day

I just look at this and think, this brings me joy. To think that these busses slowly dragged me into getting more invested and interested in them. Atleast I think it helped me greatly to deal with daily life and my art. It gave me some purpose when it comes to my life goals.

There were so many factors at play around this time period two years ago. I felt lost, not knowing what to do. Quite frankly I still feel a bit lost but I gained a goal. Something to look forward to. Because I already achieved one of my long term goals, I have a job at a place I always wanted to be. Now I need another goal so that I can look forward to something and enjoy the moment more.

I feel scared as I usual do, to be honest I either worry about? Being unable to achieve the goal duo to my mental state maybe? But it's mostly because I worry alot of being replaced. It's something common thrown around current workplace environments in general. I worry about being replaceable in everything. It's duo to my childhood.

I just want to have some purpose in life. Daydreaming about silly things, wanting to show child me that I can do the things she always wanted to do. Things she worried about not being able to achieve. I daydream about silly stories about imaginary characters because it makes my day feel better. And I want to put something out in the world for people to enjoy. So that their days could feel nicer, since becoming an adult made me understand alot of the struggles people have. And I just wanna be here to put a smile on people's faces. It's just hard when my own mental health struggles at times. But through the pain I try to put my emotions on a canvas. And this helped me alot recently. Art feels like my therapy.

Sometimes I notice I am really passionate about the things I find interesting, where I talk looooong texts such as this one explaining my thoughts.

I just really find busses interesting, they helped me go through the toughest times and put a smile on me when I needed one. I can't imagine how I'd go on about my daily life without wondering what to draw next with them. My art felt like it had no real goal before this.

I made this today

First time I have these planetary labs pictured in one image as a summary. I get the feeling I am getting closer to what child me wanted to do.

(context this image is part of my bus story "Offworld" I'm trying to develop and turn into smth animated)

I just hope that busworld will be fun, I am a bit afraid to showcase my stuff to people but there is only one way to go.

Because I often feel drained whenever I go through youtube or other social media platforms because I know I won't find the type of bus content I want. If I want change I gotta do it. And I have to smth on youtube soon, Instagram's algorithm makes it so hard to reach a new audience. How do I want to showcase my work to people if Instagram feeds them the same stuff over and over again and makes people fed up with the app?

I gotta do etsy at some point aswell. I still have to look through the legal aspects but I think there should be some way.

(the amount of Volkswagen beetles sold as prints is chaotic, it's always this vehicle, school bus, routemaster or some random old bus)

I'm about to drop asleep, I had so many more thoughts about busses. Just feels weird at times thinking "Wait am I drawing this rectangular vehicle as a cat right now?.... *continues drawing*"

Also I really wish I could visit a bus manufacturer and just look at concept vehicles and art, please just once-

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 5:

August 30th, 2034

[7 days after previous chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: none

Words: 1381

Masterlist

Raines POV:

I've been going on patrol with Jesse for a week now. He still started awkward conversations and tried to get to know me, but since I would either just not reply or give an answer without actually answering, he would resort to just telling me his answer in detail. Although I didn't care, I did listen because it felt rude not to. He hasn't done anything wrong and is a nice guy, however, I wish he didn't try so much.

Me and Jesse were on our way back to Jackson, on our horses, we finally ran into infected today so it wasn't entirely boring, even if it was only 2 runners.

"So, school starts up again next monday, you're gonna go, right?" Jesse randomly asked.

I looked at him confused, "School?"

He looked back at me, confused of why I was confused. "Yeah?"

"Oh. Didn't know there was a school system for older kids here."

"Well, I went last year and it was fun. We learn a

bunch of different things! Like, grammer, poetry, history, all different kinds of science, some math.." Jesse listed on his fingers, "Oh! And you can take an extra class for art, or at least last year they had it. And then they have all the other boring stuff, like health.. survival.. combat.."

I liked the idea of learning more poetry and history. My ears perked up when he mentioned an art class, awhile back when I was super young, before i lived at the QZ, I would paint all the time. Anything I saw in nature I painted. I sketch from time to time, but I miss painting alot. Maybe they have the supplies for that?

"Art class?" I simply asked.

"Yeah! My friend E- uhh.. my friend took the class, she really enjoyed it actually. Do you draw?"

I shrug, "Well, i'm sure you're great! And you can improve by going to school! You should sign up for it, or I guess since you live with Maria you could just ask her."

"What do the teach in the art class?"

"Well, I didn't take it, thats not really my thing, but, from what i've heard, they teach the history of art, different techniques for drawing and painting, i'm pretty sure theres even a lesson on clay sculptures and you get to make stuff out of it. Pretty cool, I wish I was artsy."

I sat on my horse in silence as Jesse continued talking about his favorite classes, thinking about the idea of school. Real school. Not stupid QZ school.

The idea of learning more about most of those stuff sounded fascinating to me but the idea of having to be social and just around people was the mood killer.

Shortly after, we arrived at the gates of Jackson. We got to the stables as always, and as I began to walk away to go back to Marias, Jesse stopped me.

"Hey, I know social settings or gatherings arent really your thing, but I really think you should give it a shot. If you don't like it, then you can quit. But I think if you don't try then you'll regret it. So, if you do decide to show, find my face and there will be an open seat next to it!"

I nodded, "Thanks, Jesse. I'll think about it"

୨♡୧

The next day

"So, didya sign up yet?"

I glanced at him from behind me, hes still going on about the school thing?

"For school classes"

"Yeah, I got that" I mumbled, turning back and continuing walking.

We had just gotten off of morning patrol and I was walking back to the house when he followed behind me.

"I'm guessing you haven't"

I shook my head no, he walked infront of me as we both stopped walking, "how bout' I take you to the sign up sheets and we do it right now?"

"Uhh, Jesse, I don't really think I wanna do-"

"How about I stop annoying you on patrol and shut up whenever you want, if you sign up for them and go? Just the first day"

I stood and thought about it. I would much rather hear the chirping birds then Jesse chirping about how his girlfriend broke up with him.

"okay."

"okay? i- is that all?"

"What else is there to say? now, take me there"

Jesse cheered silently and started leading me the opposite way. He took me to a familiar building. This was the building I woke up in from my coma.

"Jesse?"

"Hm?"

"I thought this was the towns hospital?"

"Oh, yeah, top floor is. This is a pretty big building and its like the main one, so theres alot of different stuff in it." he explained

as we entered, I saw a sign in the lobby that labeled what each floor was.

Jesse took me to the front desk, the guy in the chair seemed to be focused on something else as Jesse grabbed a paper that was layed out, and a pen from a cup.

We sat down on nearby chairs, Jesse placed the paper and pen down on the table infront of us, "Pretty simple, just fill it out and mark it off, kinda self explanatory"

I nodded, and filled out my name, age, guardians, marked off all the boxes of what classes I wanted to be in, and stated the job I had and what time I worked.

"now what?" I asked, looking at him, Jesse answered by getting up, a dick eating grin plastered on his face, and handed the focused guy at the front desk the paper.

"Lets go! Oh, you're gonna love it, I can't wait for you to show me your artwork-"

"Okay, you're annoying me, shut it," I couldn't help but smile at him as we walked out the building, "and who said that i'm gonna show you my artwork?" I snarked

"Uh, me? I did? And the shutting-up-whenever-you-want-deal isn't on until you go to school on Monday, plus I said only when we're on patrol"

"So I just did that for basically nothing since Monday isn't for 4 days and it only applies to patrol?"

Jesse laughed, "You would have missed out on a big opportunity i'm doing you a huge favor-"

"Hey Jesse" a snarkling voice interrupted, my soft smile immediately dropped once I saw the short black haired girl. The same girl who was holding hands with Ellie that night, the same girl who rode the bicycle with Ellie, I suddenly felt like throwing up.

"Oh, hey Cat" Jesse said with a soft smile, I looked to the ground, shifting on my feet, my cheeks were growing red from embarrassment She heard me call Ellie a dyke..

"Ah- this is Raine! Shes my patrol partner" Jesse said after an awkward moment of silence, a hint of excitement behind his voice. Probably excited to finally introduce me with his friend. God why is he friends with this girl? and what kind of name is cat.

"We've met." Cat says coldly, my eyes stay to the ground, I bite my tongue so hard I start to taste blood.

"Oh? I didn't know Raine met anyone other then me and Dina.."

"Well, I guess we hadn't officially met, but it was enough. Anyways, we were all gonna watch a movie tonight at my place, wanna come?"

I could feel Jesse glance to look at me, and back at Cat. "Uh, yeah Cat, thats.. good, what time?"

"Be there at 7, it's gonna be so fun, I bet you could get Dina back by tomorrow"

I couldn't take it anymore, her voice was stinging.

I sped walked away with my head down, I could hear muffled behind my ringing ears Jesse calling my name, but I ignored it.

[cosmicbash]

When are you going to finish cam devil? You are kinda iconic.

Ahhhh ☺️☺️☺️☺️ flattery definitely will motivate me to do it sooner that's for sure.

But honestly, I'm not sure. I do have it like all plotted out and even was about 3 chapters into my rewrite/ had the newest chap mostly written out. I just hit a bad case of writers block and moved my focus over to improving my art and that pretty much sealed up my writers block with cement. But I have been thinking about it alot lately. All of my poor unfinished fics really. So maybe I'll give my drafts a look at tomorrow or in the next few days when I finish this three pieces I'm working on and see what I beat out.

I definitely think the fic in its entirety needs rewritten before I'd be happy with continuing/finishing it. Just because my writing improved by literal leaps between first starting it and like, finishing the maid fic for example. I didn't do college cam boy Kells his justice.

Also the fic was originally a gift for someone I care about immensely. Who introduced me to the ship and got me out of my depressive state of not writing or drawing for half a decade, and throughout the life of the fic they had to step away from the ship/fandom due to some hard metal health stuff and I cowardly lost contact with them (and remain still a big wuss too scared to reach back out and check in) so it's got a kind of bittersweet feeling attached to it for me.

Like. Is it fair to continue on with the story? Take it somewhere they might not have wanted it to go? Or to ping their account again with an update years down the road with something they might still feel touchy about? Ahhhh it's a whole wave of weird emotions for me. Especially since outside of just this one friend, the fic introduced me to the amazing freaking community we have here on tumblr even with it being small and mostly dead. I genuinely owe the better state of my mental health and the incredible improvement on my art all to that cheesy porn plot fic.

So maybe I'll work on it and give it the finale it deserves. Or maybe I won't. I'm such a pain in the ass for you all to deal with. 😅😅

[vikenticomeshome]

Congratulations on 25 Years of Cyberchase-ing, Earthlies!

And now, they get to find out what happens when I decide to give some love to treasured shows from my childhood.

I commissioned this work from Balam Chilam on Deviantart. Here's a link to their page: https://www.deviantart.com/balamchilam/gallery/all

So, when I went to Balam, I wanted to do two things with these characters that will never happen in the show proper. We are celebrating roughly 25 years here, with the pilot being written in 1999, the characters being revealed to the public in the How It All Started official prequel comic in 2001, and the show coming out in 2002.

So, the first order of business was to age these characters up about 25 years. So, that makes Matt and Jackie both 36 years old. Inez is still the baby of the bunch at only 34 years old. This is part of why their hair-styles and outfits have changed considerably. Some elements, such as color schemes, stayed the same.

And the second order of business was to put them in this contraption and tickle the hell out of them. They seem to be handling it pretty well, all things considered. I guess it helps to have each other to cling to for giving/receiving support. Let's look at each of them to see all the little details.

Let's start with Matt. He's still a red-head, though he has managed to wrestle his hair into a less poofy shape over the years. I asked Balam to give him some dark green overalls and replace his red and white sneakers with some red-brown work boots. Matt's family farm has likely become a larger part of his life over the years as his parents have grown older. So, it makes sense that he would have more appropriate clothing for farmwork.

I did ask Balam to try giving Matt a short beard to help make it clear how much older he is now. However, Balam does not have experience drawing beards. Balam never showed me the WIP with the beard, but apparently it looked really bad. He chose to drop that detail, and I'm okay with that.

Matt continues to have the largest feet of the group. That gives those metal tentacles alot of room to explore. I've seen enough Balam to know that he is really good with facial expressions. Judging by Matt's facial expression, he seems to be handling this better than the other two. Maybe his feet are more roughed up from all of the farm work and less ticklish as a result. Or maybe the tentacles just haven't found his sweet spots yet. He is holding hands with Inez, as she is sitting beside him. They're doing their best to keep each other from going crazy.

And now, we get to Inez. I think Balam did a great job playing with her hair-style. Of course, she hasn't kept the same one for the past 25 years, but it is reminiscent of her old style. She still enjoys layering her outfits. Her long-sleeved shirt has gone from pink to white, and it has a collar now. She gets a purple sweater vest, because it would be a war-crime to deny her such a thing. She still has some blue boots with a noticeable heel, though they don't go up as far anymore. I think this outfit is really fitting for an older Inez. I imagine she works in a scholarly research position, and she'll be back at it, just as soon as she gets out of Cyberspace.

We couldn't forget about her glasses with their thick square frames. With the slightly opaque lens effect, Balam gave Nezzie her special eyes.

Now, Inez has a bit of a situation on her hands. On the one hand, she is squished in the middle between Matt and Jackie, so she gets support from both of them. She is holding hands with both of them. On the other hand, she needs that kind of support due to those twin brushes working her over. With her feet still being the smallest of the group, those brushes are big enough to cover her arches no matter what. Sure, the brushes aren't big enough to get both her heels and all of her toes at once, but it should be obvious why she is laughing harder than Matt right now.

And now, we finish off with Jackie. I wasn't entirely sure what to do with her hair, but I showed some of moecartoon's concepts for hair-styles for an older Jackie to Balam. He came up with something really nice. I think the yellow ribbon in her hair is very reminiscent of her yellow scrunchie on the show. She still gets her red earrings and necklace.

Her clothing gets a layered look with a blue shirt (which may actually be a blue dress) with a yellow jacket worn over it. No doubt, she was excited to find her unique purple and white shoes that still fit her as an adult. Jackie is still an artist at heart, so I like to think she is working in graphic design nowadays.

Jackie is in trouble. Her feet are a size somewhere in-between Matt and Inez's feet. One the one foot, she gets the same spinning brushes that are terrorizing Inez. On the other foot, she gets the same mental tentacles that are hunting for weak points on Matt's feet. Which one tickles more? I'm not sure Jackie is in any position to answer right now. I really love what Balam did with her hands here. She's holding onto Nezzie for dear life here. I like to think that she originally got that grip to try to comfort Inez when she saw just how mean those twin brushes were. But I bet that grip is more for mutual comfort now.

Yeah, these three are incredibly tough. This is alot for them to handle, but at least they have each other. They will get through this eventually, though I doubt they can show us much math right now, due to how distracting this is.

The background wasn't really taken from a specific site, though the pipes and the red and blue boxes that connect to them were inspired by some of the design from the Grim Wreaker. I suggested Balam use either the green of Cyberspace itself or the purple vortex as a base to build the background. However, Balam's talent is in backgrounds that are a bit more simplified. So we get these arrangement of blue blocks and circuit board traces. This still gets the point across that everyone is stuck in Cyberspace.

Now, who would be so mean as to put our heroes into such a contraption? Could it be that The Hacker has gone through his filing cabinet over the past 25 years and finally gotten through to Plan Z? Or did Slider put this together, and they stuck their feet in willingly to assist him with testing? Or did they just wander into my Cybersite, where I am the Domain Admin, and I set this whole thing up to show my appreciation for their 25 years of hard work?

[excuse-me-why-am-i-sad]

Off I Go - last Letter part 2

Rita, i’m sorry for leaving you, i really wanted to meet you in person, im sorry that won’t be happening anymore, i hope that you grow up successful. 

Hyloise, you were and are a great friend to me, honestly amazing that you put up with my attitude. Live your life the way that you wish. 

Maueei, thank you for understanding me. Stay strong and keep moving.

Gwen, honestly my best friend. You have gone through so much. Good luck on your journey

Razzyll, I'll miss your hugs. Do what you want, you only live once.

Yani, annoying bitch, you are amazing. You can do anything so long as you believe in yourself.

Gab, do right with yourself, your better than you think you are. 

Lawrence, im sorry and thank you, i’ll send you the 150 pesos for that drawing. Keep it for yourself, i cant bring it where im going. Thank you for forcing yourself to be my friend.

Scharlize, you’ll do amazing girl. 

Iver, continue your studies, you’ll be a great fashion designer. 

Jang, im sorry and thank you. I can imagine you to be a great doctor. 

Hanah, i’m leaving first, i really can’t take it. Thank you for becoming my friend. Our similarities are still prominent. 

Honey, don’t cry. You have to continue for your family. You only met me last year. Good luck, god will always be with us.

Christine, your family loves you, don’t add tears to their hearts. Good luck with becoming a veterinarian. 

Ylana, sorry haha, good luck with college.

Efem, we only met last year but honestly i enjoy us with the love and deep space LMAO.

Steven, thank you for being a good friend.

Alliah, thank you for treating me well.

Family:

Mama rhea, i dont wanna say this is your fault but your constant forcing us to study in the past is a big factor, i still love you despite all that since i know that your doing what you were doing for our future. 

Papa michael, i can understand that you were expecting alot from me, and im sorry that i didnt reach those expectations. I hope in your next life, you’ll get a daughter that’s your ideal. 

Please dont drive my siblings to the same fate. And im sorry if this will hurt you but i really couldn’t take it anymore.

My things, all the things that belong to me, if my siblings want them, they can have them, if they dont want them then i’d rather that they all be kept in a box, or storage. Neatly arranged in category without damaging the items but my conscience is telling me that donating them is better however im sure that you guys might want to throw them away or get rid of them to avoid reminding you of me. All my money as well, give them to my siblings, equally distribute them. I was thinking to also give to my friends but i doubt that they’ll accept knowing that i wouldn’t be the one to give it to them personally. 

I hope guah-mah, mommynang, ah-kuh, di-kuh, ah-i, papa june, ate mayang won’t cry. I’ll feel bad. I hope none of you will cry. And please don’t fight, i choose this decision. 

I am worried though, what will happen to my games? Who will pilot them? The upcoming characters and events that i wont be able to play, the stories that i wont be able to read, the manhwas, mangas, manhuas, the anime, the kdramas that i haven’t watched. What about the books that i want but never bought? Im gonna die with so many regrets. But i really cant continue. I know that i’ll just hurt, and the cycle repeats. That’s how life is and i don’t like it.

A part of me hopes that i won’t wake up since it would be embarrassing and i would be put under heavy surveillance and a part of me hopes i wake up so i can continue playing my games and watch and read the anime, and books i haven’t read.

[ohyoru]

Im glad i could be of any help to you! Im usually very shy about interacting with people even online but you remind me of myself a lot, except instead of writing i used to draw. But not being able to do it as a career hurts me a lot. due to my countrys little to no appreciation of any sort of art, im instead forced to do other things than my passion. Life gets in the way a lot. I have been studying for my uni exam since i started high school and im in my last year, which makes it very hard to find any time for anything other than studying( my classes alone take up about 11 hours a day ouch.) so i feel like were similar somehow. Even in the 20 mins of tumblr time i have during the day i almost always check your blog.

I struggle a lot with loneliness as well like you mentioned. I have a lot of friends but they just dont provide the comfort i need(maybe im just greedy) and i dont have any siblings as well. Id kill for a hug. That sounds so desperate damn. Anyways i hope you know you can traumadump( i hope i used that word correctly i just learned what it meant) anytime, i mean its your blog. Like i said i have very little time to look at my phone but i will always try to be there for you. I gotta say tho im not usually this good with my words not in english or turkish. Ama a

dearie anon! (can i keep calling you that?)

aww i love that you see the reflection of yourself in me. i feel like i get to know more about you and it makes me so happy that i'm not the only one feeling all this. somehow, your existence feels like the validation i need.

thank you for keep talking with me despite being shy (you're so cute for that aaaa). i'm so sorry to hear about your inability to turn your passion into career. i can honestly understand how that feels, the dread of knowing that your dream wouldn't take you far. it's the same for me as a linguist (i'm pursuing my postgrad study in linguistics), but i've been warned beforehand that there really isn't much opportunity for career with my major.. i'm lucky to somehow managed to land a job related to the use of language. the salary isn't high enough for my qualification, but i really enjoy what i'm doing. i'm considering about continuing down this path and figure out about the money shortage later.

about the hug part, please don't feel bad about it. it sounds desperate indeed but there's nothing wrong about it. i'm desperate for a hug all the time. all my siblings are male and they usually keep to themselves. i don't live with my parents so i don't get to hug them a lot. i actually cried alot because of how lonely and desperate i am for companion, so i totally understand you. i wish i can hug you right now, i'm giving you the tightest and warmest hug!

thank you for looking after me despite your busy time. it means so much to me (brb sobbing again). also don't worry about incidentally sending your texts before finalising it ♡ i really love talking with you. also, please don't panic! i'm just guessing who you might be, i don't really have any proof as to who you could be. but anyway! please feel free to talk to me anytime. i'll be sure to reply them as soon as i can!

[callme-secret]

Spider-Dad

Part 1 : The Origin

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

A (TASM) DAD!Peter Parker x Daughter!Reader

Plot : (Y/N) May Parker has been Spiderman for a total of two years. She learned to expect the unexpected, but seeing her dead dad in another dimension? That's too much even for her.

Warnings : swearing, angst, teen angst like reader is litterly kind if a brat but I love her, character death

A/N : did I promise a uncle Regulus fic? Yes. Did I also say I was writing a soulmate au for Peter parker as well? Yeah. But this was finished first and its cute, so this is what you get. Also this a three parter, this is just the readers origin story, Peter doesn't even make an actual appearance until the way end.

: edited :

(Y/n) May Parker had a good childhood for the most part. Honestly she had everything she could've ever needed, and more. Her parents and her lived in a tiny town house just on the outskirts of Brooklyn, and even though it was small every square inch was filled with happy memories. Even the street they lived on were filled with memories. Their neighbors luckily had a young boy around (Y/n)'s age, that quickly became her best friend. The two had created stories and worlds entirely from the steps of their homes. She couldn't walk two feet outside of her house without being reminded of something stupid and funny she had done at that same spot. How could she ask for anything more?

Her parents where top scientists at Oscorp. A job that kept them busy alot, but they still made time for (Y/N), making sure to take every Tuesday off to have a day with her. Both of them worked on biochemistry that could possibly change the medical field. If they succeeded people could regrow limbs, and expand the life expectancy. Her mom, Gwen Parker, worked with lizards, while her dad, Peter Parker, worked with spiders.

Apparently her grandad also worked with spiders before he went missing. Peter had picked off where he left off, continuing the experiments and research. Although he hadn't made nearly as much progress as he hoped. He still told his daughter about every improvemnt or revelation, and (Y/N) absorbed every word. She was utterly fascinated with her father's work.

She used to listen to him talk about it for hours. Dinners, mornings, during bed time stories, the two would always talk about his latest breakthrough. The young girl never even bored by the big words and long math problems, always listening with her full attention. She'd ask questions that would send Peter off into a tangent, before they where both shushed and sent of too bed.

It got to the point where her mother had given the two nicknames for their bug obsession. Originally it was meant to make fun of of the two, but of course they quickly grew attached to the names. Peter had been dubbed spiderman by the two Parker girls. Pretty quickly dad was forgotten form (y/n)'s vocabulary, spiderman quickly taking its place. Many a teachers where very confused when one of their students kepts drawing a man in a red mask and a lab cost instead of their dad. Peter, in turn, did the same thing, never once calling her by the name him and Gwen had spent hours picking out, but instead Spiderling. Pretty quickly everyone began calling her Spiderling, from her mom to Aunt May.

Even her best friend, Miles Morales, called her Spiderling. Though the nickname was strictly reserved for family, he was the only exception. (despite Peter's arguments) Soon, (Y/N)'s true name was hardly ever spoken, and she couldn't be happier.

All in all her childhood was great, she didn't have one thing she would change.

Until Peter Parker was found shot in an alley.

The cops didn't have any awnsers. Nothing was stolen. He still had his wallet when he was found, so it wasn't a mugging. Any suspect they had, had an alibi, and there was no witness. No one knew what happened that night, and the police had no leads. There wasn't even a person who would speak bad about Peter B. Parker, let alone kill him. So they closed the case. Left it to rot in a folder, on a shelf, with the rest of the dead ends.

(Y/N) had never seen her mother cry until that day. Rarely if ever, had Gwen Parker cried in front of her daughter. It was a pride thing, she wanted her to think that she was strong, that she was unbeatable, but this? This was too much, she couldn't pretend with this. (Y/N) had never even see her mother flinch, and yet, there she was. Sobbing like her chest was about to cave in. It broke her heart to see her mom like that.

For a while the world felt a little grey, and the name spiderman was never spoken again in the Parker house.

Science fairs, spelling bees, decathlons, anything that would distance herself from the depressing idea of her dad. During this time, Miles and her had never been more close. Luckily the two had been given scholarships to the same school, and had spent nearly every day together. Where one was, the other wasn't far behind. Homework, school dances, first dates, they did everything together. His family became hers, and vice versa.

It took a while for things to get back to normal, but pretty soon (Y/N) started middle school. All wallowing and self pity left behind, so she could foucs on classes and school drama. She didn't want to be known as the girl with the dead dad, so she did everything she could to distract herself from it. Pretended like nothing had ever happened.

If her mom had to spend a late night at work, or go somewhere for business, (Y/N) was always entrusted to the care of the Morales Family. The families spent holidays together, and even had a designated night once a month to have dinner together. The two even had spare clothes at each others houses incase of an impromptu sleep over. Truly, if the dictionary had pictures, (Y/N) was sure Miles smiling face would be right beside the definition of Best friend.

She told him everything, and he did the same.

After her dad died, (Y/N) and her mom had unintentionally been avoiding May. She was just too much of a reminder. The way she laughed, the way she spoke, even how she would saw her name, it was all the exact way he used to. Even May's house was a reminder. All of her dads things had been hidden in the attic at her house, but May kept everything out. His highschool diploma, his wedding photo, even his briefcase sat by the door as if waiting for him to come back and take it to work.

On one of the rare times Miles family had plans out of town, and Gwen had a business trip to somewhere in Washington dc, (Y/N) was left with her great aunt May. Aunt May had always been a constant in her life, something she was sure her dad was glad for. May did everything her parents couldn't, she baked all of (Y/N)s birthday cakes, taught her to ride a bike, and spent hours teaching her how to sew. Truly she was the best grandmother anyone could ask for, even if she wasn't actually her grandma.

Which is why it hurt so much to see her.

Worst of all, (Y/N) had been given his old bed room to sleep in. A time capsule of Peter Parker from his highschool days, everything left untouched. It all hurt to look at, but she couldn't tell her aunt that. It would break the woman's heart to know she was hurting (Y/N), and that was the last thing she'd ever want to do.

So (Y/N) sucked it up. It was only three days anyways, she could handle three days. She could ignore it for that long. Atleast that's what she told herself.

Besides it was kind of interesting to see was her dad was into back then. Though it seemed all that he had left behind where Coldplay CDs, and forgotten science projects, she still found joy in the little things he's left behind. It was when she decided to go through his brief case that everything went to shit.

It was the basic stuff really, chemical equations, a calculator, his glasses. Glasses that she quickly slipped onto her face, they where slightly to big and kept slipping down the brige of her nose but she didnt mind. When she looked in the mirror, for a secound she could convince herself it wasn't her reflection, but her dad staring back at her.

The only other thing in the brief case was a live spider. It was stuck in a sealed vial, and it looked as if to be glaring at her. (Not that she minded, she would also be pissed to be left in a vial and forgotten.) Putting it to the side, (Y/N) decided to release it later.

She tried to read his notes, though it was hard. She was top of her class at one of the best school in New York, but even then she was still just a sixth grader. Words that where hard to understand where overshadowed by poorly drawn spiders scribbled in the margins of his notes, a fact that made her smile.

She was tracing her finger over one of her dads doodles when she felt a sharp pang on the back of her neck. Slapping the spot with out hesitation, (Y/N) was surprised to see the remains of the spider squished onto her palm. Somehow it had to of escaped when she had set it down, though how It manged to climb up to her neck so fast was beyond her.

"Dinner time!" May shouted, effectively distracting (Y/N) from her thoughts.

"Coming!" She yelled back, jumping from her spot and rushing out of her Dads old room, all question about the now dead spider quickly forgotten.

The next morning was a utter chaos. (Y/N) had woken up to her dads 50 year old alarm clock blaring unholy loud screams. When she went to shut it off, it smashed to pieces beneath her fingertips. Something she was quick to pass as old things break easy.

Only it countied to happen. She broke the closet door off its hinges when she went to steal one of Peter's old hoodies. The nob to the bathroom facet popped off it her hands, effectively spraying water everywhere until she manged to force it back on. It happened to often for her to act as if it was all a coincidence.

When May drove her to school, (Y/N) made it a point to sit as still as possible and touch everything with the lightest pressure. She wouldn't even breathe to heavy in fear of breaking something. As soon as May came to a stop, she hopped out, nothing but a "see you soon" slipping from her lips before she accidentally slammed the door. Apparently she was still using to much strength.

She made it nearly three steps before someone fell into place by her side. Miles grinned at her, rapping his arm around her shoulder with out even a thought. "Hey Parker, how's your morning going?" He asked, never once looking away from her.

She stared back at him, her eyes wide. "I'm pretty sure I'm on drugs."

"Wait what?"

"Either that or I became superman over night."

Not an ideal situation, (y/n) realized. Even without the fear of accidently lodging a dodge ball into the sun, (Y/N) hated gym class. The uniforms where old and itchy, the teacher slightly greasy, and worst of all Flash Thompson Jr. was in this class. His dad had tortured hers in highschool, and it seemed he wanted to keep up the tradition.

"What are you talking about?" Miles questioned, but before she could awnser the bell rang. Glaring at the disruption, he pointed a finger in her direction and said; "this conversation is not over with. You need to explain why you're being so weird. Werider than normal." And that was it. The two rushed off to their first class of the day, there conversation reserved for a later time.

Unfortunately, their first class of the day happened to be Gym.

"Hey Parker." He sneered at her, a foam ball bouncing between his two hands. "The game today is dodgeball, you know what that means."

Before she could even respond, Miles was right beside her. "Screw off Flash, why don't you go play soccor with your head again."

"Mind your business Miles, I wasn't talking to you." Flash shot back, stepping closer to get in Miles face.

Huffing out a sigh, (Y/N) shoved him, with what she thought was going to be a gentle shove, but ended up with Flash on the floor. Deciding not to acknowledge this, she barked out; "now is not the day to mess with me, so screw off."

"Morales! Thompson! Parker! Break it up and get to your teams!" The teacher shouted, blowing his whistle to enforce his statement.

If looks could kill, (Y/N) was sure she'd already have a plot next to her dad's, but they couldn't. Flash could do nothing but glare daggers at her, and throw as many high-speed foam balls at her as he could.

This time was no different. Making a point to send her a wink and a smile, Flash reared back and threw the red foam ball with a power that was scary to be found in a twelve year old boy. (Y/N) closed her eyes, and waited for the impact.

At the first sound of the whistle, her teammates started to drop like flies. Miles was out almost instantly, Flash having chucked a ball so hard into his stomache he kneeled over in pain. Another classmate had his glasses snap in half when a stray ball had smacked him right in the face. Someone else was already nursing what (Y/N) was sure to be a mild concussion.

Eventually she was the only one on her team left, a fact she was expecting. This was one of Flash's favorite ways to humiliate her, having the whole class watch as he threw ball after ball at the poor girl.

One that never came. When she finally opened her eyes the gym was quiet. She had caught the ball. She had moved without knowing, had snatched the ball with one hand without looking. This was new.

Flash didn't waste much time, staring to launch ball after ball.

(Y/N) dodged every one, ducking and swerving out of the way. When he sent one towards her legs she even manged to jump over it, tucking her legs to her chest and hopping over it like nothing. Finally, he only had one ball left.

"I don't know what's up with you Parker, but it won't last."

(Y/n) held her arms wide open. With a new sense of confidence, she smirked. "Come at me flash, I'm an open target."

He let out a frustrated groan, and with all his strength chucked his last ball.

The class fell silent. A hit from a ball like that would usually send a kid to the nurses office. It had before, but (y/n) was still standing. She was still standing with a yellow ball gripped harshly in her hands. She had caught it again, this time though she wasnt going to wait for him to attack again. Not an ounce of hesitation in her movement, (y/n) aimed the ball right back at Flash.

The room was so quiet that everyone heard the smack of the ball making contact with Flash Thompson Jr's face. A sickening sound that made (Y/N)s stomache turn. Everyone was frozen. The room eerily silent.

It wasn't tell Flash's nose started to bleed that people finally began to react. Two girls rushed to take him to the nurse, everyone else simply laughing at the way the boy stumbled. Eventually they all started to gather the balls for another round, quiet giggles still ringing out every once in awhile.

It didn't take long for Miles to find his right full spot by her side. "How did you do that."

Looking up at him she let out a short laugh. "I don't know, but it felt good."

The rest of the day passed in a blur, and before she knew it, her and Miles where walking home. It was a normal part of her daily routine, but normally their conversations where filled with video games and the latest oscorp inventions, not her sudden appearance of superpowers.

"So, so far we've noticed you have super strength, better agility, and have heighten senses anything else?" Miles asked, a mild disbelief in his voice.

Laughing at his face, (y/n) shook her head. "Not that I know of."

"Oh my god." Miles stared in awe. "this is by far the coolest thing you've ever done. Do you know what this means?"

"I'm a freak of nature?"

"No! You're a superhero!"

Shaking her head, (Y/N) was quick to deny this. "I'm not a superhero Miles, I'm a middle schooler."

"You could be! Do you know how many people you can help with these powers?" He explained. They had made their way to his house by now, and where quick to find their regular spots in his Kitchen, rummaging for food. "You could change New York! Who would want to commit crime when there was an ass kicking badass out there!"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "Did you really have to say ass twice."

"You're not listening!"

Stacking Tupperware container after another, (y/n) stepping away from Miles fridge with her hands full of leftovers. An unholy amount of food being placed on the contour. "I am listening, but be realistic, superheros aren't real. Plus how would I keep up with school, and be a vigilante?"

Miles watched as his friend kept pulling more food from the pantry. "Are you really that hungry?" When she nodded a little to enthusiastically he moved on. "I could help! Be your guy in the chair!"

"Miles the awnser is no. Now, are we going to play Dance Monster Dance, or are we going to talk about the logistics of my already failed hero career?"

"I'll set up my Xstation."

"That's what I thought."

Before either of them noticed four hours had already passed and it was 8 o'clock. Rio, Miles mom, offered for (Y/N) to stay for dinner, but her mom should have already been home by now so she politely declined. Miles made sure to follow her out.

"Make sure you call me if you figure anything else out." He said in a hushed wishper.

Letting out an amused giggle, (Y/N) agreed. "Alright Miles, you'll be the first and only person I call, as always." Her words seemed to appease him, as he finally let her leave.

Something was wrong. Majorly wrong.

(Y/N) knew something was worng before she even made it home. A tingle like sensation breaking out across the base of her skull warning her of upcoming danger. She tried to ignore it of course, until she notice every light in her house was on.

Her mom had always been a stickler for turning off the lights when you left the room, had engraved the rule into (y/n)s head since she was a kid. There was no way her mom would forget this. Even stranger, when she went to enter her home, she found the front door slightly ajar, her mother's keys still in the lock.

She would have went to call the police, wouldn't even had taught about entering a dangerous situation, until she head her mother whimper. Gwen Parker did not whimper, not even when Peter died. The sound made white hot rage fill (Y/N)s veins, and suddenly she was barging through the door.

Two men where standing in her living room, surrounding her mother who was blind foled and tied to a chair, a sock shoved into her mouth and headphones covering her ears. The men seemed to be shoving some of their valuables into duffel bags, and working fast.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The men turned at the sound of her voice, allowing her to get a better look. Of course they looked like cartoonish bak robbers, ski masks and all. Of course they had a gun aswell, to complete the look. "Are you that stupid? You need to rob homes to get by? You can't get a normal job?"

"Watch your mouth kid, or mommy gets it." One of them said, holding the gun to Gwen's head. "Now, just let us finish up here, and we'll be on our way."

(Y/N) laughed. "Yeah sure, I'll just let you rob my house, brilliant idea dumbass." Apparently her insults got to one of them, as he rushed at her without much thought. Just what she wanted. As soon as his arm was in distance of her, she latched onto it. Forcing his body forward, she twisted his arm up until he started to shout in pain. "Drop the gun or your buddy loses an arm."

The man didn't listen, instead also charging her. Pushing the one in her hands forward, the two crashed into each other, causing them to lose his grip on the pistol. When it hit the floor, (Y/N) kicked it across the room, far away from her and the two men.

One of the men managed to get behind her, trapping her in between his arms. Swinging her body upwards, she managed to flip around the man, causing him to fall to the floor. His buddy was right beside him, already throwing punches at the girl without much thoughts. (Y/N) dogdged almost all of them, only two making contact with her cheek and stomache.

Having enough with his games, she socked him right in the nose like her dad had taught her too. Both men had crumpled to the floor, bloody and out of it. (Y/N) made sure to zip tie their hands together, before she released her mom.

"Mom? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked, quickly checking for any damage.

Her mom just shook, eyes wide. "Did you- did you do this?"

Watching the fear in Gwen's face caused (y/N)'s heart to break. Her mom couldn't know, she would die if she knew her daughter could do this. So she shook her head. "No, they where like this when I got here. I'll call the police."

The police showed up not twenty minutes later. They took the two men and asked both her and her mom questions. "Who captured them?" and "is anything missing?" Being the most common two. When they got everything they needed they left.

Gwen had gone to bed. The adrenaline had finally drained from her body, and she needed to crash so (Y/N) was left to her own devices. Miles number was dialed before she even properly thought it through.

"Miles? You where right. Let's do the hero thing."

And spiderling was born.

Well not over night. It took them nearly three months to perfect the web fluid formula, and a total of seven costumes before they found one that both allowed (Y/N) as much movement that she needed and was durable. Eventually she had sewed together a red and white suit that quickly became New Yorks greatest hero.

She started with small crimes initially. Muggers, car theifs, petty fights, but as time went on she had to up the ante. Bank robbers, home invasions, even gang related crimes. As the years went on the crime just got worse. To the point where she was now fighting super powered bad guys on the daily.

She was an eighth grader now, and had taken on a lizard man, a shapshifing bank robber, and best of all an alien from outer space that was eating people. Not what she had expected from her middle school career.

Miles had kept his promise, and was in fact her guy in the chair. He listened to the police radio and told her of any place she needed to be. He even made regular updates to her suit, adding in a ear piece, extra webbing space, and best of all he had wired her mask to adjust to her vision.

Truthfully, (Y/N) didn't know if she could do it without him.

It helped knowing atleast someone knew her secret. If things ever went bad, she could trust Miles to explain everything to her mom and May, and that's all she needed.

(Y/N) was almost bored with everything. It had all become so predictable, and then she was sucked into another dimension. Another world where Spiderling didn't exist and Spiderman did.

Admittingly she should have been more worried. One moment she's fighting Black Cat, the next she's in an alley, somewhere in Queens. Why the hell was she in Queens? But none of that really bothered her.

Gathering her bearings, (Y/N) was glad she atleast had her backpack. She had food, a change of clothes, even a few cartridges of extra web fluid, but no way home.

She was the daughter of two brilliant scientists, string theory and multi dimensional ideals weren't beyond her. What was odd, was the question of why she was transported. Dimensional jumps wouldn't even be a thought for atleast another three decades, yet here she was. It couldn't be possible she was the only one taken, there had to be others, right?

Any attempts to call Miles where met with static. For a secound, she worried about how scared he would he when she didn't awnser his calls, or how he would explain it to her mom when she didn't show up for dinner thay night. Shaking the thoughts from her head, (Y/N) made her way onto the street. She couldn't think about that right now, she needed to focus on getting home.

Thankfully it was night, it would have been heard to explain why a spandex clad teenager was walking around New York to a pedestrian. She was somewhere near Aunt May's place. Did this world have an Aunt May? Or even a (Y/N)?

That didn't matter, she had to remind herself. It wasn't like she was planning on staying here, she just needed a way out. Making sure her mask was on, and her backpack was secure to her shoulders, (Y/N) shot a web at the first building she saw, and she was off.

It didn't take long for her body to fall into its normal rhythm, taking her to her favorite place purely on muscle memory. The Queens Plaza Park loomed over the city like a Titan. It was one of those buildings that (Y/N) had made her own. She would often find herself there when she was in Queens visitng May, or if she had needed a place to hide. It was a relief to find something that she was used to, and pretty soon she found herself at the top.

"Is this your world, or are you lost to?" She finally asked, never once taking her eyes off of him. She trusted her senses, but one could never be to careful.

She wasn't alone. Of course she wasnt alone, that would he too easy.

Someone else was up there, in a suit similar to hers. His however was blue and red, and the symbol on his chest slightly alerted form hers. He had his mask off and his back turned to her when she landed, so the only real distinguishable feature she could see was brown hair that's stuck out of his head like a pineapple.

He had to have sensed her, she knew it. Her spider senses went off every time she looked at him, tingling in the base of her head warning her. Not warning her in the way they would when she was in danger, but in a way that told her he was important in some way. That he was just like her.

He laughed at the question. "I guess you could say I'm lost, but this has to be the-" the world went silent when he turned around, despite the fact that (Y/N) could still see his lips moving.

He looked exactly as she remembered, brown unruly hair that she used to braid and style with cheap butterfly clips, brown eyes that used to grin at her when she told a chessy joke, and a smile that used to make her burnt scrambled eggs when her mom couldn't cook.

Tears had started to fall down her cheeks, emotions she had buried years ago suddenly emerging from deep in her subconscious. She hadn't even processed she was rushing to him until she had caught him in a hug.

: end :

Of course she would see her dad here. After all Peter Parker was known for making the worst entrances.