#chapter 1/?

[amazing-spiderling]

Being New York's district attorney meant Foggy's job was to bring the city's criminals to justice. It was a position he never truly expected to achieve, but a responsibility he took seriously nonetheless. So how did he find himself working with Spider-Woman, the city's most notorious vigilante, and constant thorn in his side? And why was there a masked man staying in his apartment?

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[onceanocto]

Rehabilitation Chapter 1. The aftermath (An Agent 24 story)(This story in cancelled atm)

The events at Kamabo Co. just 2 weeks prior had left agent 3 a shell of her former self.

As the beeps of the heart monitor echoed through 3´s head, she tried to shift and get more comfortable. Only to be met with the truth she was yet to accept. She couldn't move. Nor could she talk or see for that matter.

So there 3 was. Stranded in a sterile hospital bed. Alone with her thoughts. It was hell.

Every few days someone would come by and visit. Most times it was Callie and Marie. Sometimes they would bring the Captain with them. That was the only good part of 3´s days. They would mostly talk about how Octo Valley just isn't the same without her. 3 liked hearing that they all cared for her, as she was practically raised by the Cuttlefish´s. But all good things would come to an end as eventually they would have to leave. And just like that... 3 was alone again.

It went on like this for a months. 3 showed no signs of improvement though. The Squid Sisters were a lot busier now too. It had been weeks since their last visit. 3 was at the lowest she had ever been. Until an unexpected surprise came.

3 had heard a knock upon the door and it slowly creeping open as someone steps inside. 3 got exited, maybe the squid sisters were back again. But, 3 only heard one person. They sat down and started breathing heavily, almost as if they were nervous. ¨H...Hello.¨ the voice said. 3 did not recognize the voice, though she did recognize the accent. It was inklish, but with a very heavy octarian accent. ¨S... orry for.... you.¨ the mystery figure managed to squeak out. After, there was a very long silence, only interrupted by the mysterious figure mumbling something to themselves in octarian and then leaving the room.

It was quite an odd experience for 3. Although with no way to ask any questions, or get any answers, she was yet again left to sit alone in her own thoughts. Only this time, they were all about this mysterious Octo.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[possuminthetrashh]

What can I say, I sure love raccoons and parks

[tamanegi-san]

the first thing I thought about after reading 118

[ohwormwood]

the collection plays deltarune: part 1

noelle and isabeau share the same freak energy and i think its hilarious

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i voiced susie it was a lot of fun :)))

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

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[nekoo3001]

Aizawa from MHA429

[bumblebeebats]

As much as i love Dungeon Meshi, i do think that given Ryoko Kui's attention to realistic worldbuilding there ought to be a companion series called Dishes Meshi where they spend 2hrs washing and drying and packing away. Alll the goddamnfuck dishes they just made

[unremarkablelunacy]

by tolkien.house on Instagram, I think

[kuni-kuun]

Kunikida-san?

[originalartblog]

Don't forget to eat to keep the demons at bay

[north-noire]

perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?

[yanmuffins]

... on a more light-hearted note, imagine a phineas and ferb scenario except neglected! reader is the gifted child that is overlooked by platonic! batfamily, building all sorts of insane contraptions mysteriously disappear for unknown reasons and damian is the only one in the family seeing this shit happen, slowly losing his mind trying to bust his sibling to bruce or his siblings (etc.) only to find that giant robot/waterpark/space rollecoaster is no longer there. once again he looks like a resentful brother trying to incriminate his only blood sibling, whom he seems to have a vendetta against.

i mean, can you blame them? you're just sorta there. just doing your own thing, going to school, hanging out with friends, keeping to yourself. it's embarrassing to admit, but they often forget you live at the manor. you're one of the teenagers to exist. so when damian comes running to dick, saying "look! look! i finally busted them. the cameras caught-" only for the magically corrupted footage to show him 3 minutes of you hanging out under a tree, cut, hanging out under a tree again, let's say dick is... confused.

or when he removed jason from a mission, guiding him at full speed back to the manor, where you were home alone and working on a weather-changing machine because you wanted to have winter snow during summer, except they arrive to find you eating cereal on the kitchen counter. no machine to be seen.

eventually they just dismiss it as damian being petty and acting his age for once. it's the whole being bruce wayne's only blood child and heir to the wayne legacy that you kinda got in the middle of by existing and stuff, they're sure. i mean, you? doing all that? the very idea is so absurd it doesn't even trigger their suspicions. you're the civilian among civilians, every time they look your way you're doing homework or watching funny orange cat compilation videos on youtube.

whether damian's failures to expose you are absurdly coincidental or you just know how to avoid the batfamily's watchful eye is up for debate. well, it's for the best, either way. there’s a 104 days of summer vacation and you're basking in being left alone by the family, and bruce would be livid if he found out about the things you've been doing behind his back, so...

just... hope they don't find out, okay?

[emosuigetsu]

Sasuke vs itachi but sasuke uses forbidden jutsu… threatening to snitch

[httpsserene]

𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ saw this tt about how these two toddlers shared their dad's notoriously rough bed head and this post when i opened tumblr last night and had to write smth for it! sorry, for the baby content 💀 i'll get back to writing y'alls requests now xxx

the careful messiness of brunette curls has been charles’s signature hairstyle for ages. it suits him, and when paired with his dimples and green eyes—it’s no wonder why every italian and monegasque prays for his success on sundays. well, maybe bleeding rosso corsa and winning two championships driving the famed red car are the proper reasons.

if only they knew that the artful styling of his curls is nowhere to be found after he sleeps. when he wakes, his hair is in absolute disarray—the deep brown ringlets are clumped together as they stick straight upwards and yet they manage to point in every direction possible.

when you first moved in with charles, you convinced him to buy a satin pillowcase to combat the bed head. it didn’t help, and neither did the bonnets you tried to have him wear. no matter if the ties were knotted, buttoned, or even velcro-strapped tightly, the bonnet would end up by the foot of the bed and his hair was in it’s usual disordered state by the early morning hours.

so, your morning routine begins with taming charles’s severe case of bed head. he awakens slowly as your fingertips gently untangle the deep brown ringlets, moaning lowly and nudging his head into your hand like a large cat when your nails glide along his scalp. you carefully guide each curl back into their assigned positions, tutting disapprovingly at the one strand that never seems to stay in it’s place.

charles’s chest shakes with a chuckle at your slight irritation and he shifts to meet your eyes, tenderly directing your hands away from his now orderly hair to his lips, pressing kisses to your fingertips before pulling you forward to cuddle into his chest.

you didn’t expect to have to deal with more than one head of messy hair. unfortunately, it seems like your daughter inherited her father’s bed head.

your mornings now consist of charles climbing out of bed at the first crackle of noise through the baby monitor, rushing to scoop the 9-month-old from her nursery and have her join the two of you in bed. he crosses the doorway with your daughter cradled to his bare chest and leo yipping at his feet—she stares up at at him, a perfect reflection of the sea green pools of his eyes, the absence of a bonnet, and the chaotic sprawl of his brunette curls. you’ve never been bothered with the fact that she’s an exact replica of her father, as some tried to tease that your genes didn’t do more than deepen her complexion. however, you always joke back that it means that she’s been blessed to be as beautiful as charles is.

she coos and babbles up at her father and he dutifully responds in french as if he understands her baby gibberish. he sits in bed with her on his lap and she beams, her little arms and grabby hands reaching towards you. you smile back widely, stealing her from his lap and greeting your babygirl with a flurry of kisses pressed all over her cute little face. her giggles ring through the air as you pull backwards to watch her laugh and, there’s another trait she shares with her father; deep dimples decorate her chubby cheeks and you can’t help but press your thumb into them with adoration.

charles picks up his first baby, plopping the mini dachshund in bed, and leo bounds forward to press his own kisses to your daughter’s socked feet.

addressing charles’s wild bed head will have to wait as you settle her back in his lap. you rest your head on his shoulder, apologizing for interrupting the clearly important conversation the two were having. you start fixing the jumbled ringlets on her scalp with the softest touch of your digits and she nuzzles up into your hand the same way her father does. he continues from were he left off, asking your daughter if she thinks a one-stop strategy is too ambitious for the next race and she babbles back to him in reply.

charles nods in agreement, promising her that regardless of a one-stop or two-stop, he’ll bring back his third championship trophy for her.

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