#did you know spiders loaf???

[moonfurthetemmie]

Carver/Gouge and Terry the Tarantula Fire Familiar That Is Way Too Big

it could be worse, though.

it could've had wings

come closer. she wants to try a new spell on you. it's definitely not going to burn off all of your skin without killing you hahaha

anyways. she and ds ink have the same origin story

not even in a 'they're very similar' way. they just straight up got stuck in the same hell hole at the same time. They were very rarely trained/experimented on separately, but they don't remember each other at all.

Which is very unfortunate, but I guess it won't matter to them too much since they don't remember ever having a twin.

Gouge's given name was 'Carver'. Ink's was 'Aerosol'. but now they're Gouge and Ink. They couldn't remember their old names but they needed to be called something.

[artistmarchalius]

Cockney Rhyming Slang! ✨

I’ve seen a good amount of rhyming slang from Hobie in fics and I love to see it! I love language and slang; I find the origins and usage of words fascinating, so I thought I’d make a little post about it to offer up some knowledge, tips and suggestions that I hope will be helpful or interesting to both those currently incorporating it in fics, as well as to those who want to use it but might not know where to start. Or even to those who don’t write but want to know!

So here we go!

First, a very brief history!

Cockney rhyming slang originated from the East End of London in the early 19th century. It was originally used by Cockneys so they could speak in front of the police without being understood and was very handy if you had some dodgy dealings going on. It has since passed into common language and is no longer restricted to use by Cockneys.

So you can see why it would make sense for Hobie to know a lot of it if he’s running around rebelling against a corrupt government run by supervillains!

How does it work?

Cockney rhyming slang works by taking a word and using a rhyming phrase of about two to three words to replace it. For example: “Daisy roots” means “boots” and “Ones and twos” means “shoes”.

There can be multiple phrases used for the same word, for example: both “Trouble and strife” and “Duchess of Fife” mean “wife”.

A Cockney rhyming slang tip:

A little shortcut to make your Cockney rhyming slang more authentic to a day to day Brit is to only use the first word in the phrase. For example:

If I wanted to write “Use your head”, I could write “Use your loaf of bread” and that would be accurate, but it would be even more accurate to just say “Use your loaf”.

Another example:

“I haven’t got a clue”, which if you’ve seen Across the Spider-Verse, you would know is “I haven’t got a Scooby Doo”, is commonly shortened to “I haven’t got a Scooby”. This actually threw me off when I saw it in the cinema and I never knew why until I learned about the “first word rule” in an East End documentary the other night 😂

Other examples:

Bread and honey = money. “I don’t have enough bread for that.”

Rabbit and pork = talk. “He don’t half rabbit on”. Chas and Dave wrote a song called Rabbit, which is a bit casually rude towards women as many things from the 80’s can be, but it did give us the line “You’ve got more rabbit than Sainsbury’s“ which I find quite funny.

Butchers hook = look. “Let’s take a butchers at that”

Donkeys ears = years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys!”

I believe that back in the day, only using the first word of the phrase was an added level of secrecy to keep the police from knowing what you were talking about since it took away the rhyming portion of the phrase which the police might have been able to guess the meaning of. Only those who knew the rest of the phrase would know what the other was talking about. It has since become a more common practice to the point where many people don’t even realise they’re doing it (as I did until recently).

However, it is still perfectly acceptable to use the full phrase. For example, I’ve called someone on the old “dog and bone” (phone) and I’ve heard the stairs be called “apples and pears” but not really just “apples”.

Other examples:

Donkeys ears = years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys!” as mentioned above. It’s also commonly mistaken for Donkeys Years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys years”. Although technically it isn’t the full phrase, I’d say this still counts.

Shortening and adaptations:

Over time, some of the phrases have been shortened and adapted to form new slang. For example:

Bottle and stopper = copper (police). I’ve seen a lot of use of bottle and stopper in fanfics and that’s perfectly acceptable. However, the phrase is more commonly shortened to “Bottle” or adapted to “Bluebottle” or “Mr Bluebottle” due to the colour of their uniforms. Also, “bluebottle mob” can be used to mean the police force.

Another example of shortened and adapted Cockney rhyming slang is:

“Pork pies” = lies. More commonly shortened to “Porkies”. E.g. “she’s telling porkies.”

Here are some other slang words that have their origins in Cockney pronunciation:

Wotcher - an informal greeting originating from the Cockney contraction of “what cheer” (basically meaning “hello” or “what’s up?”). E.g. “Wotcher.”

Bruv/Bruvver - brother. Used the same way one would say “bro”. Bruvver is a cockney pronunciation of “brother” which has been shorted to the more commonly used “bruv”. E.g. “Good to see ya, bruv!”

And there you go, some quick knowledge about Cockney rhyming slang! I don’t claim to be an expert on the topic, a true Cockney would know far more than I do, but I thought I’d throw my hat into the ring and share the knowledge I do have in the hopes that it will help or entertain someone.

I’ll make another post going into police specific slang terms since that seems to be something that is intrinsically tied to the Spiderman experience, as well as Hobie’s, even more so as an anarchist arachnid, fascist punching punk rebel.

I might also make another post about general British slang words. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s a specific area that you’d like to know about!

[pixelatedraindrops]

This is for @draconicsparkle as part of a Secret Santa event done in a Makoyuma server that I’m part of. Figured I’d try to participate.

(Wow for once I don’t draw sick art xD)

Further rambling

This was an idea I had after I read the recent chapter of Web of Truth, Kira’s Monster AU fic. Honestly the fact Makoto felt full and sleepy after just 2 pizza slices was both interesting and cute to me. So…what about a post Christmas sugar crash? And then this idea came up.

A Spider’s First Christmas

Short Story:

Yuma returns from a Christmas Eve party with his college friends, bringing home a platter of a variety of Christmas sweets leaving them on the kitchen counter for a later time since he already ate. As he goes to take a shower for about 20 minutes, brushes his teeth and changed into his wool pajamas and socks, he exits the bathroom and notices that someone else had eaten the entire platter.

Yuma nervously walks to his bedroom to find the culprit as a lump sleeping in his bed. Makoto is seen tucked in, a pair of his front arms sprawled on the bed while the other front pair gently rub his full stomach and various crumbs scattered on his face. He looked satisfied, like a predator who just cornered and devoured his prey. Except in this case, the prey was a plate of gingerbread cookies, candy canes, an entire loaf of fruitcake and a carton of eggnog.

Yuma is bewildered at first but then he gives a small smile. The sweet buffet was clearly a very heavy load, sending the spider-human hybrid into a very deep slumber. Likely his first ever sugar crash or food coma. He did have a much bigger appetite lately since trying various human foods. To Yuma’s surprise, the monster’s fangs retract, and a sweet and gentle smile is left on his face. He looked…oddly cute. Almost an innocent sleeping child waiting for the morning of Christmas to come. But he was clearly happy just to be warm, fed and sheltered from the cold outside. Yuma gives in and decides to sleep on the sofa for the night to not disturb his sleeping guest any further.

“…Merry Christmas Makoto.”

(okay I know yuma's not in his pjs in the art but ITS FINE XD)

I hope you like it c:

Tho my art style is too cutesy to draw this monster spider makoto again… And him having this many limbs is my worst nightmare since I already suck with proper body anatomy so I cheated by using the blanket to cover his other limbs lol I'm not good w drawing monsters...but I wasn't gonna dare try an android... x'D

Bonus w festive sweater :3

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: harry tracks you down, asking you to go to unity day with him. it doesn't go as planned, whatsoever. he invited someone else and almost died. if you knew that he would almost die, you would've said no. if you knew what going out with him was going to lead to, you would've said no. right?

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of piercings, suggestive content (no smut).

word count: 7.4k+ words

a/n: this is ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! i hope you guys like it! ♥

you were making your way out of your calculous class, dying to get home. the class itself wasn't bad: you made friends with the girls you sat with which made it more bearable. you were just ready to be home, cuddling with your cat.

you rushed out the building and down the steps as you fantasized about your bed. you couldn't wait to get home and out of these jeans. as good as they made your ass look, they didn't beat your pajamas. maybe you'd force get clover to watch a horror movie with you and bug.

you were so engulfed in your planning that you didn't realize someone calling your name. you looked in front of you to see harry. as you were coming out of the building, he must've been going in. he was standing below, a step ahead of you.

"princess coming out of her castle?" he teased with a smile.

"playboy looking for a new bunny?" you knew he didn't have any classes in this building.

he chuckled and shook his head.

"not quite, i've been looking for you, actually."

"you stalking me osborn?" you smirked.

"something like that, yeah. you're a hard person to get ahold of y/n" he admitted.

"what did you need?"

"i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the unity day festival with me? my father's company throws it so we would be on the balcony, away from everyone else. not that we have to be though, we could go down and do the stuff if you wanted to."

you smiled as you watched him explain himself, trying to convince you to go.

"did all the other girls you asked first reject you?" you asked, assuming you weren't his first choice.

"that depends on your answer. you would be all the girls i asked"

you stood corrected.

it couldn't hurt. you were gonna go with clover but you knew she would you leave you as soon as the guy she liked showed up. you didn't really want to be left by yourself, that'd be kinda sad.

"sure harry" you agreed.

"yeah?" he looked surprised.

"yeah. is there anything i should know beforehand?"

"we'll be with my father's employers and they're all business casual so i'll be in a suit, if you want to wear a dress" he said with a smile.

"okay. i'll meet you at your apartment like an hour before?"

"yeah, yeah that works"

"okay, see you" you said before going around harry and leaving him on the steps.

he watched you walk away looking like he had just won the lotto. he walked towards the building with a smile on his face before he paused and turned to away, reminding himself he didn't actually have a class in this building.

-

unity day rolled around a few days later, being on a saturday. a tv girl vinyl spun on your record player. bug laid in a little loaf as he watched you repeatedly disappear and eventually reemerge from your bathroom. he made himself quite comfortable at the edge of your bed, watching chaos ensue.

you, like any other girl, tended to leave your room in a tornado after you got ready. it was quite the process and who had the time to try to do everything neatly? not you. you were lucky if you remembered to cap your makeup before you left.

by the end of your natural disaster you were satisfied with how you looked.

you debated for a while on what color dress to wear, usually going with a something black or something red. this time you opted for black, assuming everyone else would probably be wearing bright colors for the festival aspect.

you had chosen a short, black dress. it had short sleeves and a straight neckline. there was a little bow in the middle of the neckline paired with detailing to make the upper half resemble a corset. the skirt flowed out, you didn't want anything to tight-fitting. you wore black tights under it for that same reason, not wanting to show too much skin because you'd probably be in a room with a bunch of old guys.

you shivered at the thought.

you paired it with some black heels to give you some extra height and gold jewelry. you debated on what to do with your hair.

up or down? up or down? up or down? both.

half up, half down. you made sure to slick the top half into a pony, curling the ends of you hair and pony for an extra touch. mascara, blush, and lip gloss would do. this wasn't a date or anything.

at least he didn't say it was.

you sprayed yourself with perfume and air kissed bug before grabbing your little purse and keys, making your way out of your room. you tried to quickly sneak out of the apartment but clover had peaked her head out of her room.

"you're leaving already? i thought we were gonna go together?" she called after you.

"nope, going with peter and harry. have fun with daniel! see you later!" you called before shutting the front door, using your key to lock it behind you.

you would've given her the heads up if you had seen her. you lived with the girl and felt like lately you only saw her when one of you was going out and the other one was coming in. her... situationship was taking up all her time. she wouldn't admit it, but you knew. she tried to hide it, but you knew. secrets were fine, you just needed to even the score a little.

you made your way down the street and walked towards peter and harry's apartment. you were grateful for the light wind and the short walk that made the walk in heels a bit more bearable.

as you rode up the elevator you started to become more nervous.

for some reason.

you shouldn't have been nervous. this was just hanging out with your friend and his best friend. no big deal. wait. harry never mentioned peter. he only mentioned you and him. peter might not even be going. you should've checked with peter first. why is it that you don't check with peter before coming over??

it was too late for all that now as you knocked on the door. thankfully, peter answered this time.

"y/n? hi, i didn't know you were coming over" peter said, confusion rolling off his tongue.

"you didn't?" you questioned.

"no i'm kidding. i definitely did" he said, rolling his eyes playfully as he let you in.

he closed the door behind you and led you into the apartment, towards the stairs.

"you can wait here. harry's almost done. harry, y/n!" peter yelled, grabbing his stuff as he headed towards the door.

"wait, you're not coming?" you asked.

"nope. well yeah, i'm gonna be going. just not with you guys. i'm gonna be working, jameson wants pictures for the paper. possibly, hopefully." he explained.

you nodded. you guys said your goodbyes before he left. not too long after you heard shuffling and footsteps, turning to see harry coming down the stairs.

"oh wow. y/n, you look beautiful" he smiled as he reached the bottom.

he was wearing a grey suit with a baby blue button up underneath. his dark blue, almost purple-looking, tie hung from the middle of his collar.

"you look good in a suit playboy" you taunted, making him roll his eyes playfully.

you weren't lying though, he really did.

"you ready to go?" he asked, a smile still on his lips. you nodded and he lead you towards the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back. he didn't want to push his luck too soon.

-

you two talked the whole car ride and he was starting to grow on you, a little. you could tell he was trying his best to make a good impression, to not come off too strong or too uninterested.

when you arrived he stopped at the front of the building, looking around for his father, you presumed.

boy were you wrong.

he was still talking to you, his brown eyes seeping into yours. you started to think maybe clover wasn't all that wrong. maybe a talking stage with harry wouldn't be too bad. maybe he wasn't too bad after all.

he was so caught up in your conversation he didn't hear the red-head who was calling his name with a big smile. she was quick to make her way over to him and embrace him in a hug.

"mj, hi" he smiled down at her when she finally pulled away from him.

what the hell?

"hi. sorry i'm late, traffic was terrible trying to get here."

"well i told you we could've picked you up on our way here" he told her.

we.

it was like a lightbulb went off for her and she finally realized that you existed here, before her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry! i'm mary jane watson" she told you, holding her hand out to shake yours.

mary jane, as in peter's mary jane??

"this is y/n. she's friends with peter and i" harry introduced, you gave him a look at that last part.

was that even true?

"hi" you took her hand and shook it with a smile, glancing over at harry.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't confused, because you were. you told yourself this wasn't a date, it obviously wasn't, but harry had never mentioned anyone else being there. if anything you thought peter would be with you guys, not the girl he liked. what was she even doing here? why hadn't harry mentioned her coming?

this was all so weird. or were you making it weird...?

"come on, we should get upstairs" harry told the two of you.

mary jane nodded and followed his motion to head inside. you hesitated a bit, internally debating if you should've picked being ditched by clover instead of this. harry noticed your hesitation.

"you coming?" he asked as his eyes fell on you, holding out his hand. you gave him a small smile and took his hand as he lead you inside.

the three of you had taken the elevator up to the floor where all of the higher-ups were. harry had greeted quite a few people on your way in, his hand resting on the small of your back now. it was an obvious attempt at a silent apology, a statement that it was you he was interested in, not mary jane.

that still didn't give you an answer as to why she was here though.

harry had left you two to talk, saying that he was going to try and find his father. you could have been mad but, in all honesty, you didn't want to be introduced to his father. doing something like that would mean something and you didn't want that.

not yet, at least.

mary jane was actually pretty nice. she asked you about college and how you knew harry and peter. turns out she's an aspiring actress and she's been doing a few auditions. she said she had recently been rejected. you sympathized with the brutality of that world, mentioning your sister being involved in it.

you could see why peter liked her. there was a small sparkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned peter's name. you don't think she even noticed it herself, but you did. you helped him out every chance you got, mentioning how sweet peter was.

they'd end up together at some point.

before you realized, harry was back at your side.

"i couldn't find my father, i don't know where he's at. i tried calling him but i didn't get an answer" he said, frowning a bit.

"maybe he's just a little late. it's his company, i'm sure he'll be here soon" you offered.

he smiled at you, eyes glancing at your lips before he heard mj.

"look, i see peter!" she smiled, waving down at him.

you looked over the balcony to spot peter with his camera pointing up at you guys and he waved back. from you were he looked like a little ant yet she still managed to pick him out in the crowd.

mj excused herself for a moment, saying she was gonna go use the restroom. you and harry both nodded before she disappeared. you continued to look out at the people from the balcony, feeling harry's eyes on you. you were standing facing one another but he was the only one actually looking.

he had the perfect view of you, one that let him notice little things about you. like the ring of earrings along your earlobe. piercings one after the other up until the top, each hole filled with a gold earring.

"i'm sorry i didn't mention mj coming. it was kind of a last minute thing." he said.

you looked at him.

"are you trying to tell me i really was the first girl you asked?"

"you were the only girl i asked, y/n. mj asked me to come along because she's trying to see if she can talk to someone with connections at broadway. she called to ask me about it last night. i didn't want to tell you because i figured you wouldn't want to come."

he wasn't wrong.

"plus, i figured you meeting her might help pete out. he's been in love with her forever but hasn't made a move" he laughed.

"he doesn't want to make things awkward. it's cute, how in love with her is he is. she's in love with him too, you can tell" you smiled.

"you think so?" he asked.

you nodded.

"you can see it in people's eyes when they love someone or something. they tend to light up, their pupils dilate a little. your eyes will always give you away"

"yeah? and are my eyes giving me away yet?" he asked.

you suddenly realized out close to you he was. his face was just inches from yours as those brown eyes poured into yours. his eyes glanced at your lips again, like he was pleading.

upper hand, y/n.

"oh my gosh. that bathrooms here are so nice!" mj told you guys as she returned.

you created some distance between yourself and harry, leaving room for her between you guys. that was probably for the best because harry's eyes still hadn't left you.

"yeah?" you asked as she stood between you two.

"we should go inside, get drinks" harry said, reaching for you behind mj.

she turned around with a nod, walking on the right side of you as harry tried to subtly pull you closer to him on the left. as the three of you started to head inside you ran into a bald man in a wheelchair.

"oh, hi, mr. fargas" harry said.

"oh, harry" the man replied.

"have you seen my father around?" harry asked, leaning down towards the man.

the man's face faltered, like he was about to give harry bad news.

"well, i'm not sure if he's uh coming today" the told him.

you didn't like the feeling that lingered after he said that.

harry turned to you, grabbing your hand now as he started to go inside but stopped. you were about to protest as harry walked towards the balcony. you were right behind him, your hand still in his. that's when you saw it, something green fly towards you. it flew past you guys.

"what the hell was that?" harry said, his eyes still on the thing.

you watched the thing turn, coming right back towards you guys and slowly started to pull harry back.

"harry" you said, worry in your tone.

the thing was heading right towards you. harry stepped in front of you as he backed up. before anyone could do anything you watched the figure throw something before feeling the balcony start to shake. you heard the explosion before you felt it, various screams following immediately after.

the balcony floor started to crumble and as you tried to stepped back one of the higher-ups pushed past you, making you stumble forward. harry was quick to wrap his arm around you waist and pull you back against him, the both of you falling back onto the floor.

you heard screaming and looked up, seeing mj stuck on a piece of balcony that was slowly breaking off. harry pulled the both of you up onto your feet again, pushing you behind him as the figure circled back towards you guys again. it threw something else and you watched the higher-ups on the balcony disintegrate in front of your eyes. one of them was the bald guy harry has just spoken to.

harry pushed you behind him more and tried to reach out for mary jane but she was too far away. a piece of debris hit him over the head, knocking him out. you tried you best to hold him up but he was too much bigger than you. you sunk to the floor with him in your lap.

"harry?! harry??" you screamed, trying to wake him.

you looked up to see the green figure was rising behind mary jane now. her eyes followed your gaze as she turned to see it too.

"hello, my dear" a man's voice said.

she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

before the green man could do anything you saw a spider-man swing in, knocking the figure off his glider. he fell through a booth on the ground. you watched his glider fly through one of the balloon's, sinking to the floor.

you took the moment to look down and check if harry was still breathing which he thankfully was. your attention turned back to mary jane who was screaming for dear life as the piece of balcony she was on continued to break off of the rest.

spider-man swung towards her but just before he could grab her the figure grabbed him, pushing him into the window above you. the pieces shattered and you covered harry's face with yours.

you could hear the figure repeatedly bashing spider-man's head into the window. after a bit of tussling he fell onto the floor in front of you and reached for mary jane.

"watch out!" she yelled to him.

spider-man was quick to turn around and web the figure's face. he flipped backwards and ripped out a piece of the figure's glider. the figure seemed to stumble, his glider lacking balance as he flew off.

your eyes turned back to mary jane, yelling for her as the piece finally broke off of the balcony and she went over.

"hold on, mary jane!" spider-man yelled before diving after her.

wait. how the hell did he know her name?

you watched him swing away with mary jane in his arms, relief washing over you. you look out onto the crowd to see if you could find peter again but he was no where to be found.

weird. hopefully he ran to safety.

-

eventually, a first responder came to help you and harry. they got him up and the first thing he did was ask for you. they had to give him a little bandage where the debris hit him. he called a car to take you and him back to his apartment, trying to get ahold of his father the whole ride there. when you guys got there peter was already there.

"peter! omg!" you said throwing your arms around him.

harry was now on the phone with mj, making sure she was okay.

"hello to you too" peter smiled as you pulled away.

"i tried looking for you to see if you were okay but i couldn't find you" you told him as your eyes scanned over him for any injuries.

"i'm fine. i ran off the minute i saw that thing fly in" he admitted.

"its a good thing you did" you smiled.

harry appeared back at your side, off the phone with mary jane now.

"she's alright. she's just a little rattled"

"well at least spider-man was there to save her. he's incredible"

harry's face scrunched up.

"incredible? what do you mean he's incredible?" he questioned as he looked at you.

"what do you mean? he saved mary jane" you asked as you looked at him.

"yeah, yeah. come on, say goodnight to peter" he said, gesturing you up the stairs.

"goodnight, y/n" peter called, chuckling as he watched the two of you banter.

"what? harry i'm not staying over!" you argued as he practically pushed you up the stairs.

"yes you are. it's too late for you to walk home alone, especially after what just happened. you're staying the night." he said as he guided you into his room. you turned to him to protest.

"harry, i have to get home and feed my cat" you tried.

"don't you have a roommate? won't she do it?"

possibly. but you'd have to call her and you didn't know if you really wanted to do that.

"call her and let her know you're with me and peter. i'll drop you off first thing in the morning" he said, handing you his phone as he took off his jacket and went into his bathroom.

you sighed and dialed your apartment phone's number.

"hello?" clover answered.

"hey, it's me" you said, sitting on the edge of harry's bed and taking off your heels.

"oh my god. are you alright?!" she questioned.

"i'm alright. are you alright?" you asked.

harry emerged from the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he watched you.

"yeah, we're alright"

we. as in her and daniel.

"listen, i'm at peter and harry's. they don't want me to go home right now so i'm being forced to stay the night. could you make sure to feed bug and give him water please?" you asked.

"is it peter wanting you to stay or harry?" clover asked. you could already tell you would be interrogated the minute you got home.

"both. can you feed bug?" you asked again.

"yeah of course. i got it. have fun okay? and use protection! love you!"

"love you" you rolled your eyes before hanging up and handing the phone back to harry.

"bug? as in the bug? as in spider-man?" harry smirked.

"that's one reason why, yeah"

he chuckled as he went over to his dresser, opening a drawer. you watched him pull out a t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

"here, if you wanna take a shower. the boxers are brand new and the shirt's clean" he said as he handed them to you. he disappeared from his room momentarily, coming back with a new body wash and lotion in his hand.

"may gave peter some tropical body wash and lotion that he has yet to use" he said before handing those to you too.

you looked up at him as he went into his bathroom again, motioning for you to follow him.

"there's a lock on the door, if that helps. i put out a fresh towel for you, the red one. mine is green. same thing with the toothbrushes. you can use anything you want in here alright?" he said before turning to you.

"thanks" you nodded with a smile.

he nodded before heading out and closing the door behind him. you smiled to yourself at how attentive he was being.

no. no. no. upper hand, y/n. upper hand.

you turned on the shower and got yourself undressed, putting your hair up. you stepped in and let the hot water drench you body. the tropical body wash was actually pretty nice, you mentally reminded yourself to tell peter to ask may where she got it from. you washed off your face, getting off the little makeup you had left.

you wrapped the towel around you as you stepped out of the shower. you stood in front of the sink, opening the mirrored cabinet. you were looking for deodorant but your eyes first landed on the box of condoms, making you roll your eyes. you found the deodorant and used it, closing the cabinet after. the boxers and t-shirt were baggy but you didn't mind. you let down your hair, brushing it out with the little hairbrush harry had. you silently thanked god that your hair was straightened right now or else this brush wouldn't have cut it. you finally brushed your teeth before opening the door and stepping back into harry's room.

he had changed, now wearing plaid pajama pants and a grey tee. he was fixing his bed until he turned around to see you. he felt his heartbeat pick up a little, seeing you in his clothes. did that... turn him on? yep, it definitely did. your nipples poked through his shirt, making it evident that you didn't have on a bra. he thought you wouldn't but he convinced himself to push the thought away and stop being a creep.

he cleared his throat.

"i uh, i made the bed for you. i just washed everything the other day" he said.

for you?

"are you not gonna sleep here?" you questioned.

"well, no. i'll give you your space and sleep downstairs" he said.

"who said i wanted space?"

"well i just assumed-

"harry, this is your bed. i'm not gonna kick you out. we can sleep together, it's fine. or would you rather me sleep with peter?" you asked.

"n-no! i want to sleep with you. wait, that didn't come out right" he said, screwing his eyes shut and making you laugh.

"come on" you smiled as you got into his bed. he shut the light's off and got in next to you. you both laid on your back as you stared up at the ceiling.

silence filled his room for a while.

"you never answered my question earlier" he sad quietly, turning on his side and looking at you.

"about what?" you asked, looking at him too.

"do my eyes give me away?"

oh. that question.

"i don't know yet. you're hard to read" you answered.

that was partially a lie. harry's eyes told you just how bad he wanted you, you just couldn't tell what exactly he wanted from you. you kept telling yourself he just wanted to hook up with you, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that said otherwise. that must've been in your head.

"thanks for staying with me earlier" he said.

"thanks for not dying on me" you smiled.

you guys were close again, his face probably an inch away from yours. his eyes seemed to keep finding their way back to your lips. he lean a bit, trying to feel out if you would let him finally kiss you.

"can i?" he whispered.

this was all getting too serious. he was getting too close. he was getting to be too much but why weren't you moving away? why weren't you stopping him?

you nodded instead.

"words, y/n. i need to know you're sure" he whispered. his hand had found it's way to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"yes"

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it didn't take much longer for his lips to start moving against yours. the hand that was on your face slipped down to your hip, pulling you against him. you opened your mouth a bit more and his tongue took the opportunity to swipe over your bottom lip.

upper hand! upper hand!

you pulled away from him.

"goodnight harry" you turned onto your side, your back pressed against his front.

"goodnight y/n" he said. his eyes lingered on you as you fell asleep.

-

the next morning you were still pressed against harry. his arm now wrapped around your waist, hand splayed out over your stomach, under your his shirt. he was the first one to wake up, glancing over at the clock.

he didn't move, scared to wake you up. he debated on moving his hand once he realized where it was. as much as he liked this, he didn't want you to feel like he was crossing a line. he slowly pulled his hand away but his fingers grazed over the bar of metal poking through your belly button.

fuck, you had it pierced.

jesus christ, he needed to get it together. you were too close to him for him to be getting turned on right now. he pulled his hand away from your body, waking you up in the process which wasn't what he was trying to do.

"morning, princess" he said, quietly. you hummed in response.

"what time is it?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"almost ten" he answered.

you groaned.

he chuckled at your lack of enthusiasm.

"come on, i promised i'd take you home" he said.

harry had given you sweats and a hoodie to wear home. he dropped you off at what he thought was your apartment but was really a block away.

upper hand, check.

you slowly unlocked the door to your apartment with your keys, it was quiet and clover's door was closed. this either meant she wasn't home or was tangled up with daniel. whatever it was, you weren't gonna risk sticking around to find out. you grabbed bug, headed into your room, leaning against your now closed door.

what the fuck was yesterday...

-

a few days had passed since you last saw harry which was perfectly fine with you. peter hadn't mentioned anything about him, even better. the less you knew or saw of him, the better. he would only distract you and you couldn't afford any distractions right now. as it was, chemistry was kicking your ass. peter had helped you out a few times but it was still a constant struggle for you. which is why you had been sitting at your kitchen island for what felt like forever.

clover had gone out for the night. she wouldn't tell you with who but you knew it was with daniel.

ugh, you couldn't stand him.

which meant she wouldn't be home until late. this was the perfect time for you to study and that's what you had been doing, well trying to do. your notes had been spread out across the surface, your textbook laid open in front of you as you tried to understand.

it seemed like the harder you tried, the more it felt like you were reading a foreign language. you watched as bug walked across the island, sitting himself right in front of you with his tail swaying. whoever made it a requirement for biology majors to take chemistry deserved jail time. actually, they deserved more than that. they deserved a lifetime in he-

you heard the telephone start ringing. you silently thanked god for the distraction as you got up to go grab it.

"hello?" you answered.

"hi y/n"

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you heard your older sister's voice.

"hi chas"

chasity was six years older than you. she went to school for fashion in new york but was quickly recruited for modeling. after a few years in the modeling industry she started styling. anything fashion had chasity's name written all over it. when you and clover moved in she made it her business to make it to new york to help you guys move in and decorate.

"have you been avoiding my calls?" she asked, you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.

"no, why do you say that?"

you usually spoke to chasity at least once a week but you just hadn't had the time. whenever she called you, you were busy and whenever you called her, she was busy. the time difference didn't help either, considering she's been in london the past few months.

"because the last few times i've called, you haven't answered. i had to speak to clover to get the 411 on you"

oh jesus christ.

"there is no 411 on me. i've just been busy with classes. chemistry is kicking my ass"

that wasn't a lie.

"what about your smart friend? what was his name...?" she asked.

"peter. he tries to help me all the time but i feel bad taking it. i don't want him to start to feel like i see him as a tutor more than a friend"

"and what about his friend?"

what the fuck. how did she-

"did clover tell you?" you asked, rolling your eyes and shifting the phone to your other ear as you leaned back against the counter.

"i told you i asked her what was going on with you. i didn't expect to hear that you went on a date. why haven't i heard about this cute boy who's interested in you?"

you could hear she was frowning.

"maybe because it's not true or important chas" you sighed, mentally reminding yourself to yell at clover later.

"what do you mean it's not true?"

"he got me a hot chocolate and tried to walk me home. then he asked me to go unity day with him and almost died. that was it"

not entirely...

"that's basically two dates!" she protested.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" you said sarcastically.

"y/n, i'm serious. this could mean something for you, something that isn't just school and you cat" she said.

"would it do me any good?" you scoffed.

just as chasity had started to rant about you needing to put yourself out there and whatnot, you heard a knock at your door. peter was supposed to be dropping off some notes he had borrowed, he missed the last lecture. you went over to the door and opened it to see harry.

oh great, just what you needed.

harry leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face the minute his eyes met yours.

you stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside quietly while pointing to the phone against your ear. the last thing you needed was chasity to find out the boy she was ranting to you about was in your apartment.

"anyway, this isn't what i called you for" she said.

"so what did you call for chas?" you asked as you settled yourself back against the counter. harry stood beside the island, watching you.

"to tell you that i'll be there in two weeks!" she said excitedly.

"seriously? for how long?" you questioned with a smile.

"a few weeks. i want to be able to spend halloween and thanksgiving with you."

you smiled at the fact that she wanted to spend the holidays with you and the fact that bug was doing his own inspection on harry. he had position himself at harry's feet, looking up at him with his tail slowly swaying.

"great because clover's parents are gonna be in town for thanksgiving too and they've been asking how you were. are you gonna stay here?"

"no, alex has a place. we get in the 28th. i'll let you know the exact time as it gets closer okay?"

alexander was her boyfriend fiancé. they met when chasity was modeling at some show in london. they were friends for a while and he not-so-secretly pined after her until he finally asked her on a date.

"okay chas"

you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. bug had now made his way over to you, sitting at your feet and eyeing harry from there.

"hi" harry smiled.

"hi harry. how did you find out where i lived?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

his eyes ran over you as he contemplated how he wanted to answer. bug decided this was too boring for him and made his way towards your room. harry cleared his throat and your eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"peter told me"

"peter told you or you asked?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side a bit.

"both. he told me he had to bring you back your notes and i asked to do it for him. didn't know i would find out you had me drop in front of some random building" he said.

harry set your notebook on the counter with the rest of your notebooks, waiting for a reaction out of you. he didn't get much of one.

"its not random, its right around the corner"

"that's not my point y/n and you know it" he said, staring at you.

"guess the cat's out of the bag" you shrugged.

"are you mad at me or something?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"do you want something? water?" you asked him as you opened up the fridge.

harry felt the room get hotter as you turned your back to him.

the boyshorts you had on were cute, sure. they were baby blue with white stripes. there was a white band at the top and three little buttons, making them resemble boxers.

cute wasn't the word harry thought of though. not when they hugged your skin like they were apart of it. and definitely not when the curve of your ass made the stripes curve with it. his imagination was running wild and you had barely spoken to him.

"no, thanks, i'm alright." harry answered.

you turned around, closing the fridge behind you and setting a bottle of water in front of him anyway. your eyes locked on him as you stood in front of him.

"why are you here harry?"

"to give you back your notes" he answered.

"well i got them back. now what?"

this must be new for him. from what you had heard girls were practically throwing themselves at him. most of them did it for the money, but if they weren't, harry was gorgeous enough for them to do it anyways. his ego probably weighed more than his and your body weight put together.

"i wanted to see you" he said.

"you saw me. now what?"

he chuckled and looked away from you for a moment. apparently, you still had the upper hand here.

"what do i have to do here y/n? i feel like i'm missing something." he admitted.

"do you even know what you want, harry? because i don't think you do" you said.

"i want you" he answered.

"no you don't" you rejected.

"i'm pretty sure i do y/n"

"you want to fuck me. there's a difference" you explained.

"i want to do that too but that's not my priority" he said, his eyes glazed over you, landing back on your eyes.

the room seemed to be getting hotter.

"you barely know me, harry" you pointed out.

he stepped closer to you.

"i'm trying to but you're not letting me, y/n"

"i don't have the time for a relationship harry" you said lied.

"you want to keep things casual? because i can do that" he countered.

"i'm not gonna be one of your fuck buddies" you shook you head.

he was invading your space now.

"then don't be. i'm not asking to fuck you" he whispered.

"so you don't want to fuck me?"

"don't try and twist my words, y/n. not when you know i do" he rebuttaled.

all you could do was look at him. there was close to no room between the two of you. he towered over you, those eyes that once resembled honey were now dark and glossy.

"i'm sorry to disappoint" you said, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

"don't be, we'll get there eventually" he suddenly seemed so confident.

why did he seemed like he had the upper hand now??

"eventually? so you're willing to wait until i feel like i'm ready??" you questioned.

"i'm a patient guy, y/n. especially with things i really want"

his hands had now found their way to your waist, pulling closer against him if that was even possible.

"that's what every guy says and no guy has ever lived up to it" you told him.

wait a minute-

jesus christ, you were a virgin. you said that thinking it would scare him away but it was doing quite the opposite. his pants were suddenly feeling tighter than they were before those words left your mouth.

"i'm not like other guys, am i?" he asked.

"no. you might just be worse"

he was pressing you into the kitchen island now.

when did he get so close? and more importantly, when did you stop caring?

"you've never done it before, have you?" he asked.

you shook you head.

fuck. he shouldn't have asked that. he should've just stayed curious because it wasn't really help his pants situation.

you couldn't deny the pool that was forming in your panties. you wished you could say it wasn't but it was. you wished you could say you didn't want this.

at first, you didn't, but then you did.

"and we're not going to today, at least not that far" you told him.

"how far are you willing to let me go then princess?"

"until i feel like you're getting more than you deserve"

his cock twitched hearing that.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that?" he asked. this had to be just as hard for you as it was for him. it just had to be.

"maybe i already am" you said.

you took one of his hands from your hip. you guided it down, between your legs. making sure to watch his face as you pressed it against the puddle that was forming. even through your shorts, he could feel it. his breath hitched as he pressed two fingers against you.

"damn it, y/n. you can't just do that" he sighed. those pleading eyes were back.

"why? isn't this what you wanted? we can stop, if you want" you whispered.

"if you were anyone else i'd take you right here. right against the counter or on it. whichever one you want" he said, his head pressing against yours.

"i'd like that, but no" you said before pulling away and pushing yourself onto the counter.

he stood between your legs, instinctively chasing how close you once were to him. his hand founds their way to your thighs now as he looked at you.

"so this is the game we're playing then?" he asked.

"why? does that make you wanna quit?" you challenged.

"no, i'm game. do you have rules for this game we're playing?" he asked.

you thought about it for a moment.

"you can't fuck anyone else if you want to fuck me. i don't like sharing, harry"

"yeah i noticed that the other day with mj. done, keep going" he agreed.

"you need to get tested before you even think about doing anything with me. you've been with a lot of girls and as cute as you are, i don't feel like catching anything." you tell him.

if he really wanted, you would get tested too. just to be fair.

"done. anything else princess?"

"you have to actually put in an effort, okay? i'm not just gonna be your fucktoy." you told him.

"you want me to make it official?" he asked you.

wait, huh?

"you okay with becoming my girlfriend, y/n?"

he couldn't mean that.

"harry osborn doesn't do relationships" you pointed out.

"i do now, i do for you. is that alright? will you let me be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you looked at him for a moment. a part of you was waiting for him to take it back but he wasn't backing down.

"you're serious about this?" you asked.

"swear on my father" he nodded.

"you have any rules you want me to follow?" you asked him before answering.

"i don't like sharing either y/n. same thing goes for you" he told you.

you nodded.

"and i'm gonna want you to go out with me"

"you mean when your dad has business events?" you asked.

he nodded.

"galas, charity events, weddings, all of it. i'll buy you whatever you want for them- hell, i'll buy you whatever you want in general but you have to go with me. unless you have school or stuff"

"does that sound fair to you princess?" he asked

you nodded.

"you'll be my girlfriend then?" he asked, wanting an official answer.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that right?"

"i'll take that chance. answer the question y/n"

"i'll be your girlfriend harry" you agreed.

he flashed you his teeth before leaning in to kiss you.

so much for no distractions...

[meowie17]

SCU hardest difficulty writing resource

I was working on an SCU writing project when I realized that no one had made a list of the changes made in the hardest difficulty video so I decided to do it myself it took me 3 hours, 53 minutes, 35 seconds, and 61 milliseconds and is 12 pages 7445 characters long excluding spaces its got some gaps and definitely has errors because I don't myself have access to the mod and thus can double check these things nor look at the extra stuff we didn't see like the horses that being said I would love it if anyone wanted to add on.

Here it is after the cut:

Charlie

Enchanting 

Horns Five causes you to make a clown horn nous when taking damage if holding something with the enchantment

Crafting 

You need a crafting table to create a furnace

To create a chest you need to make a chest plate out of wood in a furnace

Smelting

You need a furnace to create a crafting table

Interacting with a lit furnace sets you on fire

You can create a meat sword in a furnace using red meat like pork

Food

He added cardiovascular disease so if you eat too much red meat you die

And olk plank can be turned into a piece of mutton

When you eat a pec of bread a message will appear in chat that says “Oh {Name} always loafing around”

When you eat a piece of raw cod it will soot out an explosive projectile in the direction they were looking 

There seem to be two types of raw salmon one enchanted and one not the enchanted on is enchanted with knockback X

Eating an apple causes the chunk the player is on to be eaten away down to bedrock i also heard a distorted Schlatt “apple” but I'm not sure if that's the mod or the video

Eating rotten flesh spawns a lot of zombies I’m estimating that it's at least 60

Clicking with the Gapple summons a tower of six TNT each one block apart that floats in the air and then explodes along lighting striking to the front left and right

Eating an enchanted golden apple causes about four  chunks that the player is on to suddenly disappear

Bizly 

Mobs

We know that he did something fucked up to horses but we don't know what it was exactly

Iron golems look like naked villagers

Polorbaers look like pink among us, are always hostile, and take less damage oh and their speed has been increased

Chickens rapidly multiply when near players are always hostile have a slight increase in speed and do a lot of damage

Cows have red eyes their head or flipped and they slowly float upwards they are also immune to the explosives fish send out as they phase through the cow

Spiders look like the default Lego minifig

Villagers sell the Sonk Ponkel for one emerald 

There is no such thing as a baby chicken all chickens spawn in fully mature

Zombies have white possibly glowing eyes

Sheep scream

Lamas have been reskinned to look like the fortnight loot lamas and their spit damage has increased. It is unclear if they had their drops changed as we never see one killed

There is an entity we never get a good look at or description of that isn't normally in the game and if it is seen you have to stand completely still to survive it, it also makes strange industrial machine noises

Wolves die when someone looks at them

Hoglins are tinted lime green

Squids ink you making you blind

Taming a parrot spawns a wither

Endermen look like weird stretched turtles

Bees are a turquoise mint color, are permanently angry, and drop bee straws which summon more bees

Condi

The Nether

You randomly combust

Netherbrick doesn't have a texture

Nether fortresses spawn wolves

The End

Endstone is replaced by pizza

You get nausea for 2 min 30 sec upon entering the end

The ender dragon’s been replaced with a block of dirt

The dragon's breath attack spawns bees

Breaking an end crystal spawns about 5 TNT when you respawn after exiting the end through the portal you get killed immediately 

Grizzly

Tools 

Torches are upside down and they flashbang when placed down 

The iron shovel forces you to dig straight down once you use it and while activated all blocks take a single hit to break including bedrock then once you have fallen into the void it Tps you to the sky directly on top of where you fall into the void then get teleported back to the top in an infinite loop

The diamond peacock breaks after one use and makes a squeaky noise

Weapons

Wooden swords give you splinters that damage you every time you use the sword, (and may also blind you not sure about that last bit)

Bows fire once and do a million damage

They added in “Vanishing Mist” the sword that splits the world in half it does about half of the ender dragons' HP

They added a fucking Glock and bullets 

Nature 

Dirt can feel pain and screams when you break it

Dirt gives you the hunger effect

Water is poisonous and hurts you if you go in it or drink it

Theirs some kind of a never-ending storm

Lava heals you and while it does set you on fire that fire is harmless except in the nether where it acts like normal lava

Misc

Unclear jurisdiction

When a player is struck by lightning they turn into a zombie

Coal gives you black lung

Buckets have a chance to spill but I'm not sure if it's from sprinting or just walking around charlie did say “Be careful not to run with that bucket” but that could be hyperbole

The sea pickle makes Jojo yare yare noises

We are told not to touch granite limestone obsidian or cobwebs but we aren't ever told what they do/why we shouldn't touch them

Something happened with silverfish but I can't tell what it is over the panic about chickens

You can also craft in a furnace

Crying obsidian is round

The gasts face has been replaced with a zoomed-in picture of Obama

Name changes

TNT, Crafting Table, Chest, stone sword, Raw salmon, Iron pickaxe, trident, iron sword, ender pearl, eye of ender, shield, gold nugget, red mushroom, iron sword, enchanted golden apple, gunpowder, iron helmet, iron leggings, crafting table, crimson door, ladder, olk fence, ladder, diamond pickaxe, golden helmet, golden apple, golden chest plate, and Apple keep their names

An unknown splash potion is nicknamed Shame juice this isn't an in-mod change but one used for storytelling. As far as I can tell it is either a splash water bottle, an awkward splash potion, a thick splash potion, or a mundane splash potion this is based on the color

Dirt is Grund

Egg is E G G

Olk planks are Plok Anks

Mutton is olk mutton

Chicken is raw BIRD

Stick is stikk

Birch log is WHOAH Log

Sea pickle is Sonk ponkel

Torch is hcroT

Coal is Cole

Carrot is Orange

Bread is Loaf Of

Raw cod is Raw COD

Enchated raw Salmon is Schlamonn

Feather is Tickle monster

Dandiloin is Lion.

Cobblestone is Carble

What seed is What seeds

Dark Olk is Alright log

Rotten flesh is Yuck meat

Bone is Boner

Spruce log is oh yeah log

Emerald is Eerald

Bow is now woB

Jungle Log is hee hee log

Obsidian is die

Poppy is Poopy

Oak sapling is Little tree

Water bucket is water bucker

Olk log is mmhm Log

Diorite is Donko

Dark olk sapling is DONKLING

Andicte is Ants

Redstone torch is rad s t on e t            o            r            c            h

Acasha is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Log

Flint is Sharp Rock

Iron ore is Irb Ornb

Iron ingot is Iran Ingot

Dark olk planks are DONK PLONKS

Dimond is Damon

Red tulip is rope

Brown mushroom is penis

Twisting vines is affliction

Beginning list bullshit

Bane of arthropods spawns spiders

Beacon recipe changed to 8 pork and 1 cooked pork

Crafting eyes of ender the normal way gives ghost eyes that vanish when you craft them

Crafting table recipes changed to smelting planks

Custom Names

Changed thorns to horns, plays doot when hit

Changed sharpness to bonkness, plays bonk sound effect when used

Chest recipe changed to a chestplate out of planks

Dropping a slime ball on a stick creates a Slimecicle which summons baby slimes when used

Flint and steel require netherite to craft

Fliped the torch texture

Frost walker removes water around you

Switched crafting table and furnace textures, names, and GUI’s

Shield recipe changed to 1 fence

Swords craft diagonally

Interacting with or touching lit furnaces sets you on fire

Plank recipes give 3 planks

Mutton crafts an oak button and an oak button crafts mutton, their sprites are flipped, and their names are merged. Same with cooked mutton, just spruce

Eye of enders are crafted with 1 sapling and 4 seeds

Eating pufferfish spawns pufferfish

Eating sweet berries either teleports you to a random player of them to you facing them and says "Now kiss."

Eating an apple sets off a sinkhole

Eating a melon slice spawns an ocean around you

Eating a tropical fish puts you in an aquarium with mining fatigue

Eating a spider eye spawns cobwebs

Eating rotten flesh spawns 1-100 zombies

Eating a cookie sets you on fire

Eating cake explodes

Eating carrots gives you 10 seconds of night vision

Eating rabbit gives you high jump boost, only cooked rabbit gives you slow-falling

Eating pumpkin pie puts a pumpkin on your head for 4 minutes

Eating kelp gives you more back each time

Eating beef/steak plays random Beef Stew sounds

Eating a beetroot does a heart of damage and takes back the hunger it filled

Eating baked potato puts a baked potato on your head for 4 minutes, makes you invisible, gives you blindness and temporary nausea

Eating 10 pieces of red meat in a row will send a message in chat before you die of cardiovascular disease

Eating chorus fruit plays a screaming chorus of ahh

Eating an enchanted golden apple teleports you to y1000 and makes you explode When eaten in the nether, creates a huge hole into the void

Eating raw cod shoots an explosive cod rocket where you're looking that collides with blocks and entities

Eating raw salmon gives you a knockback 10 salmon, Schlamonn

Eating a raw porkchop gives you a fire aspect 10 porkchop, Very Spicy Pigstab

[alexglitches]

Yune, the Host of the Lady Bone Demon (TWST x LMK)

this is a little funky crossover thing I did for Twisted Wonderland and LEGO Monkie Kid :)

kinda spoilers for season 4 in the post-possession part

Yune Pre-possession

Yune is a very kind person, they’re a bit shy too and a bit of a pushover

They like cute things, mainly animals and flowers

Especially likes cats

Took in strays and volunteers at the local animal shelter

They’re unassuming and as normal as you can get in their crazy city

Average grades, a nice group of school friends

Normal

A bit boring, right?

“Come on, Kitty.” Yune grunted as they stood on their tiptoes in some random alleyway, trying to catch their cat to bring them back home. 

Their cat, however, seemed to enjoy putting Yune through the ringer in trying to catch it. The tabby got up from where it had loafed and jumped over a wall into the alleyway on the other side of the street. 

Yune slumped and groaned. “Come on!” 

A blue light caught their eye and they turned, startling when they see a wispy fog rise like mist, then screaming when the fog came straight at them. 

It forced itself down their throat, like if they allowed an unwelcome guest into their home. They choked and collapsed, feeling hot and cold at the same time, they shuddered as the mist spread through their veins, then gasped as it was all finished. 

A numbness came with possession, they were helpless. 

Their mind blinked like a light went off, and the spirit took control of her new host with a maniacal laugh. 

~~~

Yune Lady Bone Demon

the Lady Bone Demon took to her new host like a fish to water

Everything continues on as normal in the Monkie Kid canon, except Yune is the one the LBD has under her control

starting with aiding the Spider Queen

she makes the spiders collect all the artefacts she needs

she’s the one making Yune manipulate and torment MK

she’s the one who attacks

she’s the one who holds Macaques life over his head and the one who takes control of Wukong and his powers

all the while, Yune is in a comatose like state in their own mind

of course, everything turns out alright in the end, MK and his team stop the Lady Bone Demon, save the world, and help Yune heal

“So, you thought you had all the pieces right where you wanted them.” Sun Wukong glared at the demon who possessed a literal teen. 

A whole new low for the Lady Bone Demon. 

“I have so many pieces I’ve yet to play.” She spoke through the child, wearing their face and morphing it into an evil smirk. 

Wukong growled as he and the demon initiated a fight, which ultimately led to him being held hostage in the webs of the Spider Queen. 

He made a vow that night that he would stop her in any way he could. 

~~~

Yune Post-possession 

Yune was p passed out for a few days after being separated from the Lady Bone Demon

from beginning to end, the possession lasted a month

but even then, the lack of control they felt during the entire thing terrified them immensely 

slowly, they begin recovering

they’re eating noodles at Pigsy’s, taking therapy sessions with Sandy and his cats, and they feel comforted knowing that their new friends have their back

until they don’t

SEASON 4 SPOILERS JUST IN CASE

so azure is casually breaking apart the universe, as one does

and in canon, we see the original host girl watching the chaos unfold

replace her with Yune

and add in the fact that they fall into one of these rifts

yeah, things aren’t going so great

this rift transports Yune to the world of Twisted Wonderland

so travelling to a new world and becoming the unspoken therapist to a bunch of mentally unstable boys, ADD IN THE FACT THAT THEY TOO ARE A MENTALLY UNSTABLE PERSON and they have to deal with other people’s problems, plus their own post-possession mental breakdowns 

EQUALS STRESS INCARNATE

YUNE IS NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME

someone give them a hug :(

Grim curled up next to Yune's head carefully, making sure not to wake them up from their sleep.

They were having a nightmare... they were crying.

Grim nuzzled their face and went back to sleeping.

They stopped crying.

[mcflymemes]

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2012 film

i know things have been difficult lately, and i'm sorry about that.

don't make promises you can't keep.

i thought it was great what you did out there. stupid, but great.

if you can do good things for other people, you have a moral obligation to do those things.

is that a knife? is that a real knife?

anyone has a problem with that can talk to me.

everyone was there but you.

something is very wrong.

this is my responsibility. i have to fix it.

i think i know what you're feeling.

you know, in the future, if you're going to steal cars, don't dress like a car thief.

i can't do this. i can't do this...

my weakness. small knives. anything but knives.

you leave right now. that is an order.

you should see the other guy.

i feel kinda pukey and... just emotional. i keep crying. it's brutal.

you seriously think i'm a cop?

oh come on, how dare you?

no one seems to grasp the concept of the mask.

it won't happen again, i promise.

let me ask you a question.

where do you go? who does this to you?

you've been living with so many unresolved things.

if anyone's destined for greatness, it's you.

i can't sleep.

you're my hero... and i love you.

i can't see you anymore.

i think most people would say he was providing a public service.

did you get expelled?

why didn't you tell me you didn't like my meat loaf?

we all have secrets: the ones we keep, and the ones that are kept from us.

i just did 80% of your job. and that's how you repay me?

where have you been?

you have to get out of there right now.

i was wrong about you. this city needs you.

oh, i'm in trouble.

people are gonna die!

what did you call me?

you are a lot like your father.

you're gonna make enemies. people will get hurt. sometimes the people closest to you.

did you ask her out?

secrets have a cost. they're not free. not now, not ever.

you think we're just sitting around eating donuts with our thumbs planted firmly up our asses?

i've been bitten.

don't make me have to hurt you.

oh. you saw a video on the internet? well, then the case is closed.

don't you ever think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen.

where are you headed?

i can save them. i can cure them.

[silent-raven13]

You're my Habichuelas to my Beans on Toast! 😘

(I know weird title, sounded good in my head 😭😂 Also I was gonna title it The thing about beans, but I didn't like it. Maybe Your my Habichuelas and I'm your Beans on Toast 🤔)

(Warning: Slight mention of alcoholism, child abused; starvation-ish)

Every so often Hobie would come by to the Morales family for dinner, he's been doing it for about three to four years, since he started dating Miles. Maybe more when he used to come by with Gwen and Pav.

Mrs. Morales is always kind to offer them to stay over and eat dinner. Whenever she had a day off, she plans to cook double the amount of food, whenever Miles brought home his friends or as of lately, his boyfriend. Sometimes she would look at his body noticing how skinny he is, she would touch his arms or face to feel the bones under his skin. A habit she always did with Miles, too.

Her Puerto Rican instincts took over, always offering more food, telling Hobie or Miles' friends to take some food home. It's always been that way. The funny thing about Hobie is no matter how much he ate, he always remain skinny.

In the beginning, he was overwhelmed by the amount of plates he had to eat. Always being so stuffed, so full that he felt his stomach bulge out. Miles would laugh at the small round belly he would have, because it looked so odd with his tall body. Hobie gotten so used to rarely eating ever since he ran away from home, living on his boathouse with only a canned of beans and toast were his go-to meal. Oh, and he always have beer, his cigarettes and weed to keep him full.

The punker almost forgot how he used to do it, starving for three days at a time. Now, he gotten so used to Rio's meals, he felt hungry! Been a long time since he felt that way, he recalls it was his early childhood when his mother wouldn't buy food for days at a time leaving him and his siblings to starve or search anything in the kitchen. And you guessed it!

They would find a canned of Beans and left over white bread. Their mother would be knocked out from drinking too much, or she would go to the bar leaving them alone. Hobie had to heat up the canned of beans and split it with eight of siblings, always trying to make it last long enough- How he did it? He would add water, steal some vegetables to give it the Jamaican flare, and sometimes his other siblings would hustle on the street to buy a loaf of bread.

He always did worried for them, they were so young to be out on the streets trying to wash cars or pretend to be homeless just for some cash. It was the only way to survive with his neglectful mum. That bitch.

Now, he's blessed with an amazing boyfriend that would always bake him goods or give him leftovers from Mrs. Morales. He never felt so loved from the Morales Family, it felt nice to be part of a heartwarming family. Even if Jeff and Billie give him looks, they are protective of their son, which Hobie will have that then them hating him.

Hobie stood on top of a building noticing Miles behind him, "Hey, baby." His boyfriend gave him a side hug and kiss with their masks on.

"Hey, Sunflower."

"You coming over for dinner, right?"

"Right!" Hobie's stomach growling.

Miles's mask eyes widen being surprised at his lovers' stomach, "Is your stomach growling? I don't think I ever heard it growl." The nineteen year old pouted under his mask, "Have you been eating, mi amor?"

"Hah, it's fine, luv. My stomach knows when to eat." His boyfriend chuckles in amusement, "Its good, I can eat."

"Oh good, my mom made a lot of food today. She made arroz con habichuelas, your favorite! Some chicken, fried plantains, mofongo, salad- Baby, so much! She thinks you lost weight!" Miles said out loud.

"Ha, guess I have to eat three plates today."

"It's okay to go easy on yourself," The nineteen year old Spider-man rubs Hobie's flat hard stomach feeling his abs, "Last time you look like your were about to passed out."

"I did over did it with those pastries, huh?"

"Billie and my dad was about to fight you for taking the last one, too." He giggles, he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, "Baby, go easy on yourself today. You can always take the left overs at your place."

"Okay, luv." Hobie lifts up his mask to reveal his mouth, then lifts Miles' to kiss him, "Mmm, I think I'm spoiling myself with dessert first."

Miles chuckles giving him another kissed, this time he snuck in some tongue, "Mmm, me too. You taste so good." He could feel Hobie's hand on his rear. "Haha. Hobie, chill baby. We have dinner with my family."

"Can't help it, you got a nice arse, luv." Hobie kisses him against adding his tongue into the mix. The two let their tongues play with each other to the point Hobie likes to suckle on Miles' tongue giving a low purr sound. Miles would mew back at him with a delightful tone.

Then they both jump hearing Miles' Smartphone ringing out loud causing them to stop, "It's my mom." Miles said being a bit annoyed that she's calling him again. They were getting to the best part of their make out session. He pick up his phone while Hobie continues to kiss him around his cheek and neck. "Hola, mamí?"

Hobie could hear Rio's voice speaking in Spanish, his lips suckling on Miles' neck leaving him a hickey. Just a little surprised to pissed off Jeff. "Sí. Sí! Mami, el viene! Yeah, ma! We're heading there, right now." He could feel Hobie's mouth suckling on his neck giving him a hickey, his hand lightly tap his shoulder to let him stop. "Okay, bye. Love you! Love you, too Billie!" They both could hear the little girl in the background shouting out loud for Miles.

When Miles hung up, he playfully slap his boyfriend's arm, "BAE! You gave me a hickey! Ugh, my dad is so gonna kill you! Do you want to be dead?" He rub where his boyfriend kissed him.

Hobie laughs out loud, "Let him try. Besides, we been together for a good while, darling. He should know by now we have fun, if you catch my drift."

"Ew, BAE! No! I don't want them thinking that. It's weird!" Miles whines with his hand gently punching his boyfriend's chest, almost playing around. "And embarrassing!"

"Awe, but he did saw us making out on your bed!"

"And why did you think he wants the door wide open! He almost threaten to remove it!"

"You're not his daughter! He acting like your his little princess instead of his son."

"Because I am his only son!" Miles whines at his boyfriend, "His baby boy who happens to be bisexual! He's over protective!"

"Too protective, if you ask me. I'm surprised they want to know where your at, or what time your coming home!"

Miles laughs in amusement, "That's what happens when you got a Puerto Rican mom, bae. There's no such thing as freedom under a Black Latino household. I'm just lucky they didn't give me curfews, some of the kids I grew up on my block still have them."

"That's bonkers, luv. I rather be free than at home."

"Why you think I spend most of the time sneaking out, bae?" Miles smirks at him. "Anyway, let's go. My mom said food is hot." He pulled down his mask to cover his mouth as he began swinging to his home, Hobie follows!

"Ya! YAYAYA! Ohh, yummy!" Billie sits in her high chair holding out her spoon being so excited to eat, her mom always makes the most delicious meals. Her favorite would be mofongo and arroz con haichuelas. Something about them makes her mouth water. She had her cute little Doc McStuffin bib on, "Ohh! Oh!" Her eyes saw her dad pouring juice in his cup. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"I'm coming, princess." Jeff chuckles, seeing his kid wanting her juice in a sippy cup.

"Remember to water it down. She can't have too much sugar, mi amor." Rio said to her husband.

Jeff said, "I know the drill, honey." He took a pink sippy cup adding a bit of water then juice to dilute it. Tightening the lib, he handed the sippy cup to his toddler.

"Gracias, papá!" Billie happily took her sippy cup to drink it. "Mmm, juice!"

"Aye, sî, mi bebé." Rio coos at her daughter as she placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, she put her hands on her hips. "Where is Miles and Hobie?"

"I don't know. You called me them?" Jeff asked serving Billie's plate and his wife food. Then, he made his own plate.

"Yes, and he said he was almost here! That boy always late."

"Hmph, I'm telling you. Hobie got him running around the streets." Jeff grunts.

"Aye, Hobie only listens to Miles."

"You're telling me Miles is the one telling him what to do?" Jeff asked in disbelief. "I never seen Miles do that."

"He's part Puerto Rican, Jeff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a bit tóxico or the jealous type with his novio! Remember how I was when we were dating?"

"How can I forget? You always hated when any girl came to flirt with this handsome man." Jeff grins widely remembering Rio being the jealous type and never taking bullshit from anything.

"Hahaha," Billie got her plate of food being happy, "Yummy!" Jeff set his wife's plate and his own on their spot.

"You hungry, mi amor?" Rio asked her daughter watching her take a spoonful into her mouth.

"Mmhhmm," Billie nodded with excitement. What more could she want in life? She got Arroz con Habichuelas, mofongo and her juice! Life is good for her.

Then, Miles quickly open the front door with his key wearing a work out outfit that covers his Spiderman suit underneath him. "Sorry, we're late. Had to catch the bus!" He said out loud sounding like a lie. "Hobie is here!"

"Hola, Mrs. Morales. Hey, dad." Hobie grins widely at Jeff, hearing the older man choking on his own plate of food. Rio cover her hand to hide her laughter seeing the way her husband went to grab his glass of juice to chug whatever he's choking on.

"Excuse me, young man?" Jeff finally asked in his firm policeman tone.

Hobie grins widely like picking on Miles' dad for the heck of it, "Nuthin' just saying hello, pops!"

Miles playfully pat Hobie, "Behave, bae. I'ma go serve you a plate."

Hobie said, "Its fine, luv. I can serve myself." He quickly dodges a dart aimed at him, he looks over to find Billie using her web shooter.

"Damn." She said with a pout.

Rio's eyes widen, "Billie, no se digas eso!" She glares at Jeff, "Did you thought her that?"

Hobie laughs at the way Rio scolding Jeff, he went over to find Miles by the stove getting food for him. The punker rested his head on his lover's shoulder watching him serve his food. "Luv, it's okay. I can serve my-" Miles cut him off, "No, I'll do it. You want more arroz?"

"Yes, darling. Two more scoops."

"Wow, you love rice and beans more than me. Are you sure you're not Puerto Rican, bae?" The nineteen year old chuckles.

"Heh, I am Jamaican, luv." Hobie saw his boyfriend opening another lid that had cooked seasoned chicken, "Two legs, please."

"Okay." He said putting two legs of cooked chicken on the plate.

"There's Mofongo! El necesita comer, Miles!" Rio said out loud.

"Okay, mamí." Miles said to Hobie, "She said you gotta eat Mofongo."

"Ay, tostones, también!"

"And tostones."

"Give me all of it." Hobie kisses Miles' cheek, "I'll eat everything."

Miles giggles, "Alright!"

"Hey, six feet apart, young man!" Jeff eyes the two seeing how close Hobie would get close to his son with his arms around his waist. Nope, he did not like that, his son is too young to be manhandle like that.

"Ay, Jeff. Déjalo!" Rio lightly pat her husband's hands, she turns over to find nothing wrong, "You used to do that to me!"

"Well-I- I was a committed boyfriend at th-" Billie snorted, "Hmmm."

Hobie turns over with grin on his face, "Don't worry, pops. I'm committed to my darling Sunflower." He lay his head on Miles' back who's still busy adding food on his plate.

"It's fine, mi amor." Rio rubs her husband's hand, "Let them snuggle."

"Heh, yo wouldn't like it if Miles was a girl and be 'snuggling' like that." Jeff grunts.

Miles got his own plate of food, "Hey, bae. You thirsty?"

"Yeah, I'll have a pop if you got any."

"Okay." His boyfriend went into the fridge to pull out two glass bottles of Coke Cola, and open the cap with a bottle opener. The two took their own plates and pop to sit beside each other. Rio saw Hobie sitting at the end of the table across from Jeff, which is always funny to see the two facing each other. Miles sat next to his mom while his boyfriend on his right side.

"Oui? Que poquito!" Rio's eyes glanced at Hobie's plate, "Miles, you didn't give him enough!"

Miles look at his boyfriend's plate seeing the mountain of food, "Mamí, I did! Look, he got three big scoops of arroz, dos piernas de pollo yet mofongo. I even gave him five tostones!"

"Mira qué flaco tu novio es! He needs more food, Miles. You gonna need to serve him a second plate." Rio said with a worry tone, somehow she always find a way to overfed her son's boyfriend.

"Baby, he's fine. The boy can't be eating all our food!" Jeff said with a grunt. "Billie may want another plate of mofongo."

"Huh uh!" Billie chews with her mouth covered in food and her bid all dirty.

"Actually I wouldn't mind another plate of rice and beans. It's one of my favorites." Hobie began eating his plate already feeling his stomach being so happy.

"See! He's gonna be a fine Boricua para Miles." Rio smirks at her husband, "He likes the food, I bet you love it more than tu país' comida!"

Miles spoke for Hobie, "Hahaha, ma. Hobie loves England." The two made up a lie that Hobie move to the USA from England to get his music career going as a Punk Star. It's one of the best lies, since they didn't have to worry about meeting his boyfriend's families... not yet that is.

"Say," Jeff began as he uses a fork to get a rice into his mouth, "What do you, British people eat over there? Or ya'll just drink tea and crumpets?"

"Dad! That's rude!" Miles said out loud, being in shock by his dad's words.

"What? Don't they just drink tea and eat those little fancy cakes?" Jeff asked out loud.

"I saw this video on Youtube of this guy going to London and he ate this big English breakfast and it got these steamed tomatoes, sausages, runny egg, and beans! I never knew British people like beans?" Rio asked out loud being surprised about her discovery on English food.

"I dunno... can't trust some white people making beans." Jeff mutters lowly.

Hobie laughs out loud in amusement, he glances at Miles biting his bottom lip, "It's alright, luv. They wanna know." He reassures his partner before talking, "Actually, I grew up with a different experience, my mum was absent and me and my siblings would eat a lot of store bought meals. So, I never actually had those fancy little cakes or English breakfast till... I started my band and made some money."

"So what did you eat growing up?" Rio asked sounding a bit worried. An absent mother? That got alarms ringing in her head.

"Well, I am Jamaican, so my English meals would have a bit of flare, a bit of seasoning- but often I enjoyed a bottle of ale with beans on toast." He said out loud.

Now, Miles' parents knew Hobie drinks, and he used the excuse that English teenagers drink early without being in trouble with the law, it's not illegal unlike here in the USA. "Qué, Qué?' Rio arched her eyebrows, "Beans on toast?"

"Well, I give you that, a nice cold beer is better than any tea with a meal." Jeff grunts. "But what is beans on toast, Mr. Brown?"

"It's ya regular canned beans on a good toast. One of my favorite meals growing up." Hobie casually chews his food.

Miles slowly chews, "Like frijoles con pan? The way Mexicans, and Central Americans eat it?"

"What do you mean, luv?" Hobie arched his eyebrows. "You seen me eat it before."

"Did I?" Miles tries to remember, "Ohhh, wait those are beans? I thought it was jam or some spread!"

"No, darling. Those are beans! The best ones are from the Hienz brand with tomato sauce." Hobie said, he let out a chuckle seeing Miles' parents looked so confused.

"Heinz? Como la ketchup bottle brand?" Rio asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Morales."

"Heinz do make baked beans, but aren't they sweet beans?" Jeff asked, finding his stomach bubbling in a weird way at the thought.

"I never knew..." Rio honestly said, "I'm so used to buying Goya."

"Do you just eat it with toast?" Miles asked, he only ate his Habicuelas with rice, unless if they ever and he means EVER ran out of rice, he would grab a french bread or pan Sabao to eat his beans. It's filling for him to last through the afternoon, but it's very rare. His mom always have stacks of white rice in pantry.

Also he didn't want to judge his boyfriend's favorite meal, when they are eating beans and rice. Not to mention, a lot of Mexicans and Central American folks like to eat refried beans with bread.

"Actually it's a bit sweet cause that tomato sauce, but I always fancy adding more salt to my beans." Hobie began then answered Miles' question, "Growing up we would eat it just like that. Sometimes if we're lucky we get salted butter. Some like it with cheese on top or get a little fancy with an egg yolk, or I've seen some like to add sugar to make it sweeter. I always prefer it savory with some onion, fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and garlic." He chuckles looking at his boyfriend's giving a slight nod.

"Ma!" Billie finished her plate wanting more.

"Quieres mas, mi niña?" Her mom got up to serve her a bit more when Billie drink her juice giving a nod.

Jeff said, "Egg yolk? I think I would've liked it if you ate fancy little cakes instead."

"My family was never able to afford it, pops." Hobie grins widely not being too bothered sharing his childhood life, as long it's not too deep.

"Pero, mijo..." Rio came back with Billie's plate have a little bit of mofongo and rice with beans, "Was there anything else you grew up eating?"

"Well, Jamaican patties, store bought. Canned soups, frozen meals. Money was always tight." Hobie remembers him and his siblings would do the shopping with a few bucks and try to make their money stretched. The memories of finding cheap cans, frozen meals and anything that help them last till the next was always a struggle. "Sometimes we would make up ways to make eggs last longer like adding flour or corn bread. There was nine of us."

"Dios mio." Rio sounded upset hearing that, she never wanted her own kids to struggle that way. She knew the moment her and Jeff were married and planned to have kids is to always make enough money for their family. No wonder Hobie is so thin. "Aye, no. Miles, dale mas comida! Con razón es tan flaco!"

"Mamí, he's fine now. He ates all the time!" Miles said out loud seeing how his mom already panicking as if Hobie is going to disappear. Rio came with another plate with more food for the tall English punker.

Hobie laughs in amusement, "It's alright, luv. I can eat it."

"I don't want you to get a stomach ache." Miles said being worried as he watched his mom place a plate of food with extra everything much bigger than what Miles serve him.

"Ma, that's too much food! You're gonna kill him!"

"Miles, no empieces! I never heard of someone dying from being full and I work at the hospital!" Rio smack her lips.

"Yayayaya," Billie mimics her mom.

Jeff said to Hobie, "You better eat all of that, before you make her mad."

The family went back and forth talking during dinner. Hobie helped Miles cleaned up while Jeff lay on the couch watching television with Billie. The middle age man slowly knocked out letting Billie have to remote to put on her show. The little girl giggles as she watch Bluey.

Rio packed some food for Hobie to take home, which he didn't mind. Sometimes his bandmates would come by and eat most of it. He normally likes Rio's Habichuelas Guisadas, they savory full of powerful flavor, the taste of potato and olives give another extra level.

The two wanted some alone time, so Hobie casually said, "Darling wanna go for a walk?" A walk meaning let's be Spiderman and hang out somewhere.

Miles smiles widely, "Sure." He went to get his Smartphone and keys to the front door, "Ma, I'm going out with Hobie. I'll be back."

"Okay, be home by eleven!" Rio hums as she went to sit on the couch next to her snoring husband and daughter.

"Ma, I'm nineteen!" He pouts having to whine a bit. Hobie likes it when Miles acted a little spoiled bratty toward his parents, it's cute to see his legs shake.

Rio gave him a look then sighs, "Midnight." Her voice stern. "Under this roof, you still have a curfew!"

"Okay!" Miles rather have that, than ten'o clock when he was younger! This is why he rather sneak out than ask.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales for the meal. It was amazing as always." Hobie said to Miles' mother putting on his good charms. He went over to give her a hug. "Have a good night."

"Thank you, hijo! You're always welcome to eat here. Qué tengas buenas noches." She smiles to him, her hand patting his back, "You got plenty of food?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, then he lightly pinches Billie's cheek, "Good night, Billie Boo." Holding his plastic bag filled with containers of food.

"Mmm, no!" She turns her head at him, as she swat his hand away from her face. "No, sleep!"

"Billie be nice." Her mom said.

Hobie chuckles at the little girl turning back to watch her show. Then, he saw Jeff knocked out snoring, seeing how he didn't need to say good-bye to him. He went along with Miles with his arm around his lover's shoulder as they walk out of the apartment.

The two quickly went up on the building's roof and started to put their masks on. They went to a much higher building from the public eye view, swinging with their webs doing fun tricks and flips.

The two got to see the sky already getting dark. "Ugh, I'm stuffed." Hobie said hitting his chest to get rid that feeling of being full. He took off his mask to breathe better.

"Told you not to eat, bae." Miles took off his mask, his nike black and neon pink outfit protecting him from the cold night. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sunflower. I'm actually better that I'm full." He stood showing off his stomach, "See? No belly."

"Yeah, that means you're getting used to eating so much." Miles' eyes on his partner's flat stomach, "How did you put it all away?"

"I just do." He chuckles pulling his boyfriend into his arms still holding a bag of his food. Leaning over to kisses his boyfriend's lips.

The sound of them kissing got them more into it. Miles' hands hold Hobie's fit arms, he let out a little moan, "Mmm."

His boyfriend would chuckles as they kept going with their tongue. They can taste their savory mouth, their lips smacking against each other. Once Miles pulled away, "Shit, I wished I snuck out." He pouted.

"You can still can. Go back home and snuck out when they fall asleep." Hobie purrs having to pull his lover closer to his crotch, "Luv, you got me in a frenzy."

"Mmm, me too." Miles kiss him again, "Mwah. Mwah." Giving his boyfriend all the kisses, then pulls away, "You know, I don't mind giving it a try."

"Trying what?"

"Beans on toast. I want to try it," His hands rubbing his boyfriend's muscular chest feeling it through all the punk layer clothing, "I wanna know what you like, learn more about your childhood and family."

"Oh," Hobie suddenly became defensively, "Luv, we don't need to go that deep. I'm fine with you trying my favorite meal and meeting my siblings, but more?"

"Hobie, I wanna be there for you. I still don't know much on your past. You keep avoiding it. The only thing I got is your dad a fucking asshole for bailing out on you and your family, and your mom being absent."

"Miles, my mum is drunk. I've told you this." His boyfriend move away wanting to move away from this topic.

"Yeah, but I wanna know about little Hobie." Miles tries to having his boyfriend close to him, "Hobie Brown, at least open up to me more, I'm your boyfriend."

"It's not that easy, luv. We are Spidermen. We went through too much crap, I... look," He holds his boyfriend's hands, "give me more time, hm? For now, I'll let you try my childhood meals. Okay, sunflower?"

"Okay," Miles pouts, "I love you, Hobie. I just want to know more about you, okay."

"I know, luv. It's hard for me." He kisses his lover, "I promise I'll be open to you. You know, your my Sunflower."

"I know." He felt Hobie's lips on his cheek.

"You know, you're my Habichuelas to my bean toast." He grins widely.

Miles blink a couple of times, "What?" He laughs playfully shoving his boyfriend back, "That's so fucking cheesy, damn!"

"I had to try it. Does it work?"

"No! But I love you, so I'll take it." Miles kisses him back.

"So it's a win!" Hobie grins widely holding his boyfriend as they kissed, again. They enjoyed their time making out.

(So Hobie got some siblings and I was surprised he would be the youngest out of the 9.)

(Part 2)

[daitranscripts]

Cole Conversation

You've Done Odd Things

Cole Masterpost

The PC overhears strange conversations around Skyhold.

Bread Cook: When I find out who’s been throwing fresh bread up on the battlements, there’ll be consequences, mark my words. Strange, yesterday, I thought I saw someone taking a loaf, but I… I can’t quite recall.

Healer: That soldier I told you about? He’s still hanging on. It’s a miracle, after what he went through. Every morning, he looks at the battlements and says, “I’m not going to die until winter comes.”

Cheese Servant: First a full wheel of Antivan smoked cheese, and now three royals’ worth of crushed mint? They were right here. I remember seeing someone take them! I just… I can’t recall their face.

Cook: The funniest thing I’ve seen in years. (Laughs.) That cat dancing around, hoping an pouncing like a fool. Made my day bright, it did. Maker knows what got into the little rat-catcher.

Servant: It wasn’t so bad today. The cook was in a jolly mood. She didn’t shout at all, even when I dropped the ladle.

Daggers Soldier: Strangest thing. When I reached down, my dagger was gone. Just Gone. Know where I found it? In a barrel. The thing was filled to the brim with daggers. I’ve got the strangest feeling. I know someone took it right off my belt, but… I can’t recall who.

Servant: The soldiers make me nervous. Sitting around here, tempers get short. There’s even fighting. I saw one soldier reach for his belt, like he was going to draw a dagger on the man he was arguing with. It was lucky he’d lost his dagger, or there’d’ve been more than a bloody nose.

Plums Servant: Someone left sliced plums on the windowsill again. The juice is attracting flies. There are spiders everywhere. The plums were right in front of me, but… I can’t quite recall who took them.

Healer: The spiderwebs help stop the bleeding, and they prevent the wounds from getting infected. Gather as many as you can. Strangest thing though. I can’t remember where I head that. I think I remember… a young man?

Turnips Servant: Someone emptied a whole bag of turnips into the fire! Maker, the smell is everywhere! I was going to use them for dinner, and then… I can’t remember who took them.

Soldier: Stephen finally died. It was a blessing really. He’s been in so much pain since Haven. He went out of his mind at the end. He smiled, said he smelled his mother’s turnip stew, and slipped away.

The PC talks to Cole in the alcove above the tavern.

PC: I’ve heard about some oddities here in the keep. Was that you? Cole: Yes. Maybe. What was it?

PC: The servants are having trouble remembering some odd events.

PC: I hear you’ve been busy.

PC: So, Cole….

1 - Dialogue options:

General: You stole bread? [2]

General: You stole cheese and mint? [3]

General: You’re hoarding daggers? [4]

General: You left plums by the window? [5]

General: You burned turnips? [6]

General: [Ask something else.] [7]

General: Stop these activities. [8] -Cole disapproves [9]

2 - General: You stole bread? PC: Have you been stealing bread and throwing it onto the battlements? Cole: You couldn’t see the birds if I left it on the ground.

Dialogue options:

Special: And the soldier sees them. [10] +Cole slightly approves

[Back to 1]

10 - Special: And the soldier sees them. PC: I heard of a badly injured soldier who’s fighting to stay alive until winter. The healer said that every morning, the soldier watches the birds eating bread on the rooftop. Cole: It’s not winter until the birds leave. [back to 1]

3 - General: You stole cheese and mint? PC: Someone stole an entire cheese wheel. Cole: Mice like cheese. PC: Do mice also like bowls of crushed mint? Cole: That was for the cats.

Dialogue options:

Special: You’re making the cats play. [11]

[Back to 1]

11 - Special: You’re making the cats play. PC: o the cheese lures the mice, and the mice lure the cats, and then they smell the mint? Cole: Mint makes the cats dance and play. ㅤㅤ ㅤ Dialogue options:

Special: Which amuses the cook. [12] +Cole slightly approves

[Back to 1]

12 - Special: Which amuses the cook. PC: Then the cook laughs at the cats instead of yelling at the scullery maids. Cole: Kitchen fires are hot, like when Haven burned. The old cook lies under rocks. His head is in pieces. She needs to make it all work, so nothing will burn again. But if she laughs, she forgets for a while. [back to 1]

4 - General: You’re hoarding daggers? PC: Someone found a barrel full of misplaced daggers. Was that you? Cole: They were safer there.

Dialogue options:

Special: You’re stopping fights. [13] +Cole slightly approves

[Back to 1]

13 - Special: You’re stopping fights. PC: Safer than on someone’s belt, where they could draw them in the heat of an argument? Cole: They would have been sad later. [back to 1]

5 - General: You left plums by the window? PC: Someone is leaving peeled plums on the windowsill. It’s attracting flies. Cole: Spiders need to eat.

Dialogue options:

Special: And spiderwebs help healers. [14] +Cole slightly approves

[Back to 1]

14 - Special: And spiderwebs help healers. PC: And healers need something to treat infected wounds. Like spiderwebs. Cole: The plums are already dead. They don’t mind helping. [back to 1]

6 - General: You burned turnips? PC: Can I assume you’re responsible for the turnips that have shown up in the fireplaces? Cole: They don’t smell the same raw.

Dialogue options:

Special: They smell like turnip stew. [15] +Cole slightly approves

[Back to 1]

15 - Special: They smell like turnip stew. PC: You needed that soldier to smell them, so he could die thinking he’d gone home. Cole: He did go home. [back to 1]

7 - General: [Ask something else.] PC: Let’s talk about something else. Cole: All right.

8 - General: Stop these activities. PC: Stop causing trouble around Skyhold. You’re upsetting people. I don’t want to hear about it again. Cole: You won’t. Ends conversation.

9 - General: Goodbye. PC: I’ll talk to you later.

After all other dialogue has been exhausted Cole: So many voices hurting, needs no one meets, tiny chances to make them better. You understand.

+Cole greatly approves

Dialogue options (only available is personal quest isn’t completed):

General: You should show yourself. [16]

General: Keep it up. [17]

General: Goodbye. [18]

16 - General: You should show yourself. PC: You’re doing good work, but you don’t need to hide. Knowing someone cares about them helps, too. Cole: Not everyone understands. Too different, who is that, what’s he doing, strange boy. But I’ll try. Scene ends.

17 - General: Keep it up. PC: I appreciate what you’re doing, Cole. Cole: Too many to ever be done, a sea of tears. But everyone gets a chance. Scene ends.

18 - General: Goodbye. PC: I’ll talk to you later. Scene ends.

[beetlebugdash]

My live thoughts during The Owl House finale! (Major spoiler warning!)

Why so late at night for this finale

But 10/10 for disney for doing a marathon before the finale

WHY AM I ALREADY TEARING UP IT HASNT EVEN STARTED

HERE WE GO

Oh the song

It hurts OWWWWWWWWWWW

ALL THE CHARACTER GROWTH

Here comes the tears 

Oh that wasnt the episode?

Black screen?

Oh no different dimension

HEY!

bELOS?

Creepyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Im just as confused as you luz

DID STRINGBEAN JUST SAY HI?

I dont like this

NONONO PETREFICATION

O MY

LUZ VS AMITY?

Nightmareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

EDA WHATS GOIN ON

NO

Oh shush lilith 

ITS ALL THEIR NIGHTMARES

Willow?

Are they puppets now and their living through the nightmares?

Nice suit evil dream Gus

NOT THE SHOVE

O gosh not hunter

A WITCHES BATTLE?

Its a witches duel

ITS NOT REAL!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SMART VERY SMART

Now its the title!

And on a rubix cube

REUNITED YAY

THE KISSES AW

RAE RAE

DONT TOUCH FRANCOIS

Dog?

Belos is acting horribly sus rn

MANIPULATION EW

NOT FRANCOIS

“I can imagine”

WAIT HOW DID IT HAPPEN

EDA’S PALICEMAN IS ALIVE!

“Itty bitty spiders”

Kid dosent understand death….. Owch

Thank god there isnt any commercials

HES ALIVE?

RAINE FIGHT IT FIGHT IT

AMITY MOVED

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW THERE WERE COMMERCIALS

I DONT WANT A HACHIMALS FAMILY VACATION

NO

Ooooooooooooo owl house marathon monday (at 8pm smh)

Finally were back

JUMPSCARE PACMAN

10/10 music

Stinger hehe

Marbles?

KING ACTING LIKE A HAMSTER

JENGA!

The blushing and sadness awwww

Lucky number 13 hehe

USING THEM PRONOUNS FOR THE COLLECTOR

THEIR JUST A KID 

COLLECTOR LORE!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Abandonment issues ow

COLLECTOR IS AN INNOCENT KID!

ADOPT THE COLLECTOR 

THE LIGHT GLIPH

NOT BELOS

YES FIGHT RAINE

RAINE VS BELOS

“IM DONE” AHAHAHAHAHA

THATS THE TITAINS HEART

WAIT OWL HOUSE ABRIDGED YAY

Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhh

NOT THE MERGE NO

Im scared mom come pick me up

LIGHT GLYPH

MISS LILITH teehee

SAFETY FOR LUZ

Back to the owl house

“The bird house”

Series recap! Tying all the episodes together!

TALKIN ABOUT SPINOFFS

The mountains!

Kindness and forgiveness

Scary animation

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Holy crow thats a lotta magic

DID RAINE DIE?

YEAAA COLLECTOR MAGIC!

tHAT DOSENT WORK COLLECTOR

NONONONO

AMPHIBIA?

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Oh my OH MY WHAT

EVEN HER MOM KNEW

KING AND EDA ARE PISSED

IM PISSED

Yep shes really gone wow

Dimension portal?

OW

Who what huh

HOOTY?

KINGS DAD

IN GHYPH PJS

BAD GIRL COVEN TSHIRT

“King and queen, best of both things”

AW BEST PARENT AWARD

Is that king andrias’s va?

THE BOILING ISLES

POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aw saying something to king TELL ME

Epic music is epic music

Rest in peace

CAMILLA IS AWAKE

Uh oh 

ARE THEY PULLING A SVTFOE?

Theyd better not be

YOU BROUGHT PAPER YAY

THE TEARS AND APPOLOGIES

BOOM

NEW FORM LUZ

WOA

LONG HAIR AND MATCHING EYES TOO

YOOOOOOOOOOO

COLLECTOR HELPING!

SMOOTH ANIMATION

AW

BOOM LIGHT

THE GLYPH IN THE MOUTH

Woa skys above

THE SMILE

NOT THE FLIPPING COMMERTIALS

FINALLY

Whistle?

RAINE!

AW

TEH KISSING

“Fluffier?”

AZURA SPEECH BUT LUZ

OH NO COLLECTOR

NOW EAT THIS SUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Is he gone for good?

“I dont feel so good” -belos

AW THE ACCEPTANCE

ITS SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYY

Philip?

Oh just kick him already

KICK HIM YAY

Transformation sequence?

Back to nomal form aw

I LOAF YOU AW

Aw

IS THAT HOW IT ENDS?

STEVE!

AW REUNITED!

GAY KISS!

DARIUS AND HUNTER!

Idk how i feel about the music?

THE CUDDLING!

KISS!

HOOTYS LASHES

FRANCOIS!

Awwwww at least the collector gets a happy ending

No more glyphs…

Awwwwwwwww

LUZ!

COLLEGE?

TIMESKIP

PORTAL WORKS!

AWWWWWW

HUNTER MAKES PALICMAN

A flapjack gravestone awwwwwwwwwwwwww

THE MUSTACHE

LILITH GLOW UP

AMITY LOOKS AWESOME

Prof bump the gardner awwwwwww

Oooooooo new power

DARIUS AND AMITYS DAD SHIP?

Raine looks GOOD

GUS LOOKS COOL

EDA YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Eda became what she feared, a headmaster

KING-CENERA AW

A DRESS AND AZURA CAKE

Wow king is big

Aw a shooting star!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Oh that was a PERFECT ENDING!

[daquila]

Satoru’s Birthday Surprise! || Gojo Satoru x Reader

synopsis: in which you and your students surprise Satoru with a painting!

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/daquila/717999046671925248/happy-birthday-toru-gojo-x-reader

Satoru is not the person that you really know.

He is independent, cocky, and loud around anyone— especially the higher-ups! But with you? He completely melts as he steps into your shared home.

But he’s also unpredictable.

The smell of freshly-cooked pasta lures him into the kitchen, only to be greeted by an eager Y/N that’s ready to knead some dough. You were attempting to bake a loaf of garlic bread since it would go well with your tomato-basil pasta. It was a recipe from the cookbook that Nanami gave you on your 25th birthday.

Normally, you wouldn’t really cook pasta so early in the morning; however, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are visiting later that afternoon. It was because of your husband’s birthday.

“ The kids are about to come inside— they’re just picking up some extra ice cream at the grocery store nearby, “ Satoru said as he hugs you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“ ‘Toru, please change out of those pajamas, “ you scolded, staring at his spider-man suit. The sorcerer proceeded to pout as he quickly took it off and replaced it with a button up shirt and pants.

“ Why! Did you want to gatekeep spidertoru! It’s MY birthday, “ he proceeded to complain as you scoffed and placed the dough in a pan.

The sorcerer heard giggles coming from the front door, assuming it were the three, he quickly ran to greet them.

Nobara and Yuji were carrying heaps of snacks, because they didn’t want Megumi holding anything. Apparently, they lost a silly bet while training with Inumaki and Panda. Megumi sure is receiving top-tier princess treatment!

“ Ah— ‘Toru, please hand them some drinks! I made some orange juice earlier, “ quickly shoving the dough in the oven, you started to clean the messy kitchen.

The students began greeting their teacher a happy birthday, and your husband delightfully greeted the treats into his mouth. They all gathered in the living room to play board games.

Megumi, who clearly just woke up from the car ride, helped you clean up. His head was still in the clouds, clinging onto that thread of sleepiness.

“ Shoo! Shoo! I don’t need your help, Megumi. Go have fun with your friends— I’ll be right here if you need me, “ breaking the silence, he just looks at you and nods. You just smile in reply— it’s his habit of staying silent when he’s still sleepy.

You proceeded to walk into the living room, carrying assortments of different types of pastas, croissants, and treats. The oven suddenly chimes as you settle the last tray of food.

“ Y/N’s bread tastes amazing while it’s still piping hot— my wife is such a chef, “ Satoru smirks, stuffing his mouth with a croissant.

“ Stop talking while eating, Gojo-sensei, “ Nobara scoffed, disgusted as she watched her teacher choke on his food. Megumi stands up and walks to your bedroom, finding the still-life that you and the students painted last time.

Satoru’s eyes melt into a softer expression once his student (and son) hands him the painting.

“ Is this for me? “ he says, hands clutching his chest.

Nobara then proudly boasts about her contribution to the painting as Yuji urges their teacher to open it.

But then something unexpected happens…

Your husband breaks out in an uncontrollable wail.

Chest heavy, nose running with yellow snot, he dramatically says, “ T-t-th-tha-thank….. y-yew…. “

He is the literal embodiment of a tall child.

You grab a box of tissues and wipe off the drama on his face. Nobara quickly takes out her phone and steals a picture of the sobbing sorcerer. I mean— who wouldn't! Megumi takes a mental note to remind himself to post that photo of Gojo crying.

For the next few hours, you and your students spend the time by absolutely destroying their teacher in a game of Monopoly. Satoru, however, would spend these next few hours thinking about how grateful he is to have you by his side.

didnt proof read bc i never do … this is probably my longest fic yet

i have had this in my drafts for so long… i just decided to post this now bc ive got two requests for the part 2 already hehehehe

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 30 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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“If you ever feel like stuff gets too much you can come to me and I’ll try my best to make time and help you, Does that sound good to you?”

He was silent for a bit and I worried if he even heard me but before I could repeat he finally spoke.

“That- you don’t have to do that, i can- i can deal with this myself”

He was clearly apprehensive about the offer and trying to disappear in one of the folds of my pouch.

“Well yeah, I guess so, but you don’t Have to deal with this alone.

Look, I’ve lived a majority of my life alone and I can tell you that needing help isn’t a bad thing, hell I would have loved to have had help sometimes.

I know what it’s like dealing with stuff alone and I think it sucks, Nobody should have to be alone when they need help.

Besides, I’m just offering you that if you do need help you can come to me and I’ll do my best to help and make time for you.

And now that we are at the castle i doubt i’ll have much to do anyway”

I patiently waited for his response, he didn’t HAVE to answer now though, He could take as much time as he needed.

And for whatever Reason, which I was going to blame the Ardua Bracelet on, being able to protect him like this felt right.

While he was there nothing could get to him unless it got through me first, literally.

And there was no way a spider could sneak in, so he didn’t have to worry about his phobia either.

He could just, relax and let someone else do everything, maybe that’s exactly what he had needed.

“Donovan? I don’t think i have enough brainpower to think about that today, Is it okay if I answer some other time?”

“Of course, take as much time as you need, i’m not going anywhere, at least not without you”

Adding a bit of humor at the end wouldn’t hurt right?

Besides he wasn’t feeling the best right now so maybe it would cheer him up a little bit at least.

He just snuggled deeper into my pouch and i had to keep from emitting a pleased hum, man, fuck those Ardua instincts.

This was NOT about me right now!

This was to help Robin, nothing else.

I carefully positioned myself so that my Pouch was shielded from all sides by my limbs and only my back and head were exposed to the night air.

This pose did have a lot of similarities to the loaf form I had taken earlier that day.

Now nothing could get to him, not even near him without me knowing.

Though, my self control really was being tested today wasn’t it?

For whatever godforsaken reason Robin had started rubbing the inside of my pouch, likely spaced out again even if I couldn’t see him.

The sensation practically made me melt like warm butter and I had to really fight to keep from letting out a delighted hum.

I did not want to startle him with a random sound, not when he finally wasn’t trembling anymore.

Instead I just froze on the spot, not moving aside from my tail swinging from side to side.

Then he started to knead into the walls even more.

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Robin had been right, this was helping.

He was just lying in a soft and dim room where the only noises he could hear, aside from Donovan speaking,

were the rhythmic whooshing of the lungs that somehow reminded him of a distant breeze through trees and the steadily thumping Heart that sent blood to every part of the Arduas body.

It was strangely soothing to be surrounded by something alive that had promised to never hurt him and listen to the muted sounds his body made just by being alive.

He briefly wondered why he had two hearts if only one was doing its job already so well, but he was a hybrid so things probably didn’t have to make sense.

And for some reason he actually felt safe in here, logically he shouldn’t, He knew that, but he also knew Donovan wouldn’t hurt him.

He’d promised that back when they were still in the forest, and he doubted he’d break that promise.

He was half Fae, and Fae was bound to their promises.

Somehow he didn’t think that the Fae thing was what made him keep this promise.

And after his… outburst, his energy was sapped, The soft and warm walls didn’t help that either.

He was more comfortable than he’d been in, well, ever, and the texture of the walls was like silk, if silk was even smoother and slightly damp.

Not that he minded that, at all.

And it was so, so soft.

Robin couldn’t help leaning into them and rubbing his hands over the surroundings just to feel how his fingers went over the smooth walls.

The texture really was like the smoothest silk had ever touched, if not better, so he steadily moved his hands over it from left to right, As well as up and down.

That got a reaction, the walls around him twitched in surprise for a second.

Robin huffed and rubbed at the wall again, causing the room around him to rumble and a new sound to surround him.

Donovan was purring… That was kind of adorable.

Encouraged by that nice sound that made his bones thrum, Robin pressed his hand to the wall and started rubbing in a circular motion, now with both hands, turning Donovan’s stilted vocalization into a steady purr.

Should he mention it?

They were all new to this, maybe it was something he wanted to know?

Besides, the sound was relaxing and made his bones buzz slightly.

He liked the sound, Donovan really was like a big cat in his Ardua form.

He decided to mention it and tell him that he liked the sound.

“You are purring”

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“You are purring”

What? What did the little ginger mean? I wasn’t a cat, I couldn’t purr, What was he talking about?

“No im not”

But even as i said this i became aware of the fact that there was a sound that DID sound a lot like purring, and the sound was coming from me.

“Yes you are,you’re doing it right now!”

He yawned as he said this and resumed kneading his tiny hands into the walls.

Damnit.

I really should ask Oakley if I could take a look at the book he mentioned.

“Go sleep already, i can tell you’re tired, and you just had kind of a bad time you should rest”

He yawned again and snuggled into one of the walls of my pouch.

“Hmmkay, i do like the purring though, its relaxing”

He did? Well, since there was no one else around I guessed I could just continue?

If the sound was calming for him maybe it’d help?

While I doubted that he was still shaken from his earlier panic, having some soothing background noise would probably be nice for him.

And I had to admit that this was actually pretty comfortable, somehow.

I was still lying on a rock outside at night while I had a living breathing human person IN my pouch.

Though while he was sleepily snuggled up in one of the folds of my pouch he was still absent mindedly running his hands over the flesh there.

Yeah, continuing to purr was not a problem like this.

Though he went slower and slower, likely falling asleep.

And somehow this was relaxing enough that I also got tired.

Well, it had been a long day, a weird one too, Now it was time for some peace and quiet, Fuck knew both of us needed that after the weird weeks we had.

I yawned and then felt Robin roll over, sleepily mumbling something and then curling up.

While I was kind of disappointed that the internal massage stopped, I was glad that he finally fell asleep, It was late and I knew he was not a morning person.

My own eyelids growing heavy, I let my head dip down to rest on the ground,

using one of my paws as a pillow and falling asleep content with the knowledge that my Friend was safe, even from his own fears.

At some point during the night I was briefly awoken by a rustling sound.

What now? I was tired, whoever this was could pester me with their bullshit tomorrow!

Still, I should probably make sure that this wasn’t a threat.

Looking over to where the sound came from I could see another silhouette stumbling over some bushes.

Oh, wait, in the dim moonlight I could actually see who it was after my eyes had adjusted.

It was Arthur, and he was stumbling his way over to me.

Man his eyes must have not adapted to the dark with how he kept bumping into things, then again it might be possible that Ardua just had better night vision.

Then he walked past me towards the cliff.

Oh fuck no.

I stood up as fast as I could while still being mindful of my worn out passenger.

I managed to snag the back of his shirt with a claw before he just walked off of the cliff.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Then I noticed it.

His face was flushed pink, like a lot so, he must have had a few too many alcoholic beverages.

Goddamnit, I knew what I was doing when I avoided anything alcoholic.

And it was a good thing that i had been out here and woken up when i heard him.

He could be dead by now, impaled by one of the spikes or drowned in the ocean far below.

That was a very frightening thought, one I did not dare entertain further.

But fucking hell, how much did he have intus?

Well, i’d say not my problem but apparently it was now since it was clear he did not know what he was doing.

I’d better make sure he would not run off again, or worse, and potentially kill himself.

I used a claw to hook his shirt and drag him back to the spot I had been in before but he wiggled out of it with some slurred speech that I had no hope of understanding.

Well, the hard way it was then, I grabbed the back of his shirt with my teeth and dragged him like that.

I did not plan on swallowing him though, he’d only disturb Robin and that was the last thing I wanted.

Speaking of the ginger, I could feel him sleepily shifting and hoped he wouldn’t wake up.

Also he was drunk as fuck, that could be actually dangerous, for both of us as he could injure someone.

Also I doubted he’d appreciate that.

So I carried him by the scruff like a kitten and went back to settling where I was before.

I carefully set him down between my arms and made sure he could not escape, but instead of trying to get out and leave he just settled in the crook of my arm which I had previously used as a pillow.

He was just lying there but before I could ask him anything he shoved a hand against the side of my head and slurred out something barely coherent.

“No, shut up”

Well, i didn’t mind him there, but if he puked on me or disturbed Robin somehow i would put him in a tree.

But I did hope that this was it for nightly disturbances, I needed sleep too.

Settling my head on my arm again I made sure that Arthur couldn’t just get up and wander off.

I did not want him falling of the cliff in his intoxicated state, that would be horrible.

And he kind of already tried to do that sooo, this was for the better.

Checking one last time that he wouldn’t wander off and that Robin was still comfortable in my pouch I rested my head and finally went back to sleep.

And if someone else decided they would wake me in the middle of the night I would chuck them through a castle window.

Luckily I was not disturbed again and could just sleep through the night and into the morning where I got woken by a very confused Arthur who did not remember how he got there.

Yeah, this was gonna be fun.

And now I actually had friends.

Friends that did not mind me being a weird shape shifting Fae Bastard.

Though the fact that I could eat people was probably not something we would talk about, aside from Robin maybe.

But the little rusthead did end up taking my offer of helping when he had a bad brain day.

From this point onward things could only get better, and as soon as Rikaad found that stupid paperwork I could also go to the city and explore without being immediately executed.

I’d wait for a few weeks though, just to be sure that everyone got the memo.

But it was nice to finally know that things would get better, and not just for me, with Rikaad as king it would get better for everyone.

Yeah, I was looking forward to that future.

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It had been a week now since we had started living at the castle, and the protruding rock on the cliffside had quickly become one of my favorite places.

It was a nice sunspot too, as confirmed by a cat that had showed up sometime and then refused to leave.

I liked the cat, it somehow had no fear of me and even tried to groom my fur.

At some point I even followed it for an entire day as lots of people had said I looked cat like I thought I’d go and see what an actual cat did all day, That had been fun, and now I had a feline friend that sometimes showed up and tried to clean my fur.

While i had spent time with the cat Rikaad had found the papers that dictated how much taxes had to be paid by the citizens.

He was righteously angry at finding out that the wealthy people only had to pay two percent taxes while the poorer people had to pay up to ten or even more.

He immediately put it at five percent for everyone as he thought that rich people should not have to pay less than poor people who sometimes couldn’t even afford to eat, In the end he made it so that everyone had to pay the same percentage.

In his words everyone was worth the same, and that poorer people had to pay for everything while the rich just kept getting richer was not fair.

Of course some of the rich fucks complained while the rest of the citizens cheered.

He then told the rich fucks that complained that they could leave if they wanted, but they had to leave their stuff behind and were not allowed to take what was considered ‘kingdom property’ whatever the fuck that meant.

Sometime after that the funeral for the old king was held, almost nobody attended and i had stayed behind with Robin while Rikaad and Arthur went even if they didn’t really want to.

To be completely honest I really hadn’t wanted to see the corpse of the old git that was majorly responsible for a lot of Misery, and not just my own at that.

Instead I had Worked to renovate the shed for my Ardua form with Robin, that had been fun.

Another day I had helped Barsen out in the garden. 

He had asked for help in uprooting a tree that had rotted from inside out and was a safety hazard as it was near a frequently used pathway and could fall on someone.

I had ended up dragging the thing that was longer than I was tall to one of the walls where it was out of the way, maybe they’d use it as firewood sometime.

And best of all was that now that it was warm again all the flowers had come back in full bloom.

I could only applaud Barsen as the Garden looked absolutely stunning with all the colors.

And Robin made flower crowns with whatever he was allowed to pluck, which meant he befriended Barsen on the basis of talking about plants.

Barsen had even complimented Robin’s name as apparently he was named after his favorite bird which I found a funny coincidence.

While there were a lot of flowers in the garden, not a lot of them were blue simply due to the fact the old king had not liked the color, maybe because it reminded him of Maringand.

But there was one place where i had seen a speck of blue petals, Which led to where I was now.

Standing in front of the cliff near the rock and looking at the spike with the tree on it.

I could see something blue right next to it and I wanted to get it.

Not for me of course, but I wanted to get them for Robin so he could make a blue flower crown.

He said he wanted to, so I’d try and make it possible.

“Mrow?”

At the sound I looked to my right where a cream colored cat with rusty ‘boots’ and tail sat, She was looking as disapproving as a cat could.

“Don’t look at me like that, i know this is a bad idea, but i want to do something nice for my friend”

She just blinked and then walked away, clearly signifying ‘not my problem’.

Eh, whatever, it would be fine, I had practiced jumping just for this and I wanted to get to the flowers before they wilted.

I didn’t even know what kind they were so it was possible that they wouldn’t bloom for long.

Taking a few more steps back until I felt a tree behind me, I made myself ready to sprint like I had learned from the cat.

We should find her a name sometime.

Before I could start to sprint though I was interrupted by a now familiar voice.

“What are you planning to do?”

I looked over to Barsen and saw him standing there with a broken wheelbarrow on his shoulder, he really should get that replaced.

“You already know that anyway, ’m trying to get to the spike with the tree and get those blue plants”

“if you are sure you can jump that far, just make sure to be careful, and bring me a few with roots while you’re at it, i might be able to plant them somewhere safer”

I nodded at him and he carried on with whatever he was doing, hopefully finally bringing that wheelbarrow to get repaired as he had it like that since i’ve known him.

Making sure there was nothing in the way, I readied my muscles and pelted over the ground towards the abyss that was the end of the cliff and jumped at the last moment, feeling the edge crumble under me, and near flying through the air towards the spike with the tree.

I landed perfectly with all four legs on the little island right next to the tree.

The flat top of the spike itself was shaped like a malformed and bent teardrop with the tree in the larger part of it.

But now that I was finally here I could see all the blue flowers, They were bluebells, pretty big ones too.

Robin would love these, so I shifted back into my human form and plucked as many as I could, half of them with the roots still attached like Barsen had requested.

I still left a sizable patch of them so they could regrow next year.

Gathering the flowers in a bundle I went a few steps away to shift back into Ardua form.

As soon as I did that i encountered a problem though, I had brought nothing to carry the flowers, maybe the cat had been right about looking at me like that.

Well, maybe I could carry them in my mouth?

I’ve carried stuff like that before and as long as I was careful not to squish them it should be fine, right?

Welp, only one way to find out, so i put them in my mouth and went to the edge of the spike opposite from the cliff face to get as much runway as i could.

Making sure that I wouldn’t squish the flowers I ran across the limited space and jumped back to the cliff.

Landing with my forelegs on the cliff I tried to heave myself up before the rest of my body followed and failed as my hind legs tried to find purchase on nothing and almost fell down till I could put my claws into the wall of the cliff and hold on like that.

Well, that was really fucking close.

Climbing up the little distance I had slid down I was back onto solid ground.

Only to have the cat stare at me.

I just looked at her with an annoyed expression and walked past her, making sure not to step on her, she really was tiny compared to me so i had no idea why she wasn’t afraid of me.

Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about spooking her on accident with my size as long as I was careful.

Now to bring these plants where they belonged, carefully getting them out of my mouth I shrank back into human form,

sorting the flowers by which ones had roots or not.

Finding Robin was easy, There weren’t many spots he hung out and I knew for a fact that he was currently at Oakleys tower planting some herbs that he found out the winged man liked.

No idea how he managed to though.

Oakley himself wasn’t there at the moment as he was busy sorting through his old stuff in the run down hut he lived in before, throwing everything he didn’t need away and bringing the useful stuff here.

Yep, there he was, making a little space for Oakleys plants and pouring new dirt in a neatly stone enclosed patch.

“Robin! Hey! Looks good, i bet Oakley is gonna love it”

He turned his head to me and I could see a very big grin on his slightly smudged face, he probably scratched his nose with his dirt stained fingers.

“You think so? Oh wait, where did you get those?”

He had jumped up as soon as he saw the bluebells I was carrying and I held a bundle upside down in his direction which he gladly took only to sit down and immediately weave them into crowns.

Yep, as expected, and judging by the wide smile on his face he was very happy about finally having some blue ones to work with.

“Where did you find those? Did you go out and search for them?”

Of course, he HAD to ask, and now i had to tell him that i jumped over the cliff to that spike.

I couldn’t lie after all, but maybe I could omit a few things.

“I got them from that spike with the tree, but don’t worry i practiced jumping and as you can see im fine”

I would not tell him that I almost slid off when jumping back.

“If you are sure, but you don’t have to do something so dangerous for me!”

“Eh Barsen wanted some too, with roots of course, see?”

I held up the bundle that had the roots still attached.

“Oh, that’s nice, but maybe you should bring them to him before they dry out and wilt?”

Looking at the flowers he was probably right, some of them had bent a little too much while I had transported them and I had no idea which ones were good to replant and which ones weren’t.

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[triciamfoster]

The Cauldron and The Labyrinth

Some say it is simply a folk tale, the story of The Cauldron and The Labyrinth. It’s the story of a cozy little shop with an ancient lineage.  No one really knows when or where it first came to be, but it seems to go as far back into memory as the storytellers can recall.

Some say that it began as a cottage deep in the comfort of the woods. The cottage was made of stone, irregular rocks plowed up from fields, packed with smaller stones, straw, and clay. As it aged, the moss and lichen crept along the outer walls until it looked like the cottage itself was alive.

The original cottage was one room. Its stone hearth stood against the northern wall, a defense against the winter cold. A large iron kettle hung on an iron arm that stretched above the flames. Some say a young maiden, some say an old crone tended the fire and stirred the cauldron. Perhaps it was the same woman who had simply been there for a very long time, drying her herbs and making her candles.

Her life was simple at the cottage, ebbing and flowing with the change of the seasons. The great oaks and ash around her blooming, stretching towards the sun, and then dropping their brittle leaves to the forest floor to create a rich carpet of compost lying below a blanket of snow. Sometimes she would have visitors from the village, where she was both feared and revered, depending on who you asked.  

She always seemed to know they were coming, greeting them with tea or stew, perhaps a warm loaf of bread with fresh cheese from her goats. But her hospitality was always undercut by her bluntness. She did not suffer fools and was sharp with those who wasted her time.

Most of her visitors were desperate. They sought hidden knowledge.  Cures. Curses. Predictions. Protections. Sometimes they would leave with small bundles. Sometimes they watched her cast bones. And sometimes, she would tell them to walk the labyrinth outside the eastern wall.  

At least, that is how they say it started. That is how it got its name: The Cauldron and The Labyrinth. And just as no one really knows how the first cottage came to be, no one really knows where it went. But the stories persist, and so did The Cauldron and The Labyrinth. It comes when it is needed. They say it comes when it is called by the ancestors. At one time it stood in London next to a theater. At one time it stood near an antique bookstore in Paris, and once, down the street from an artist’s studio in Florence. It arrives and departs without fanfare.

The keepers are called, too.  The keepers need no special qualifications beyond the ability to hear the call. The call is subtle, a slight tug on their intuition, like a spider plucking its web or the fates pulling a string. There is no genetic inheritance, no cultural mandate. The keepers are seekers who are simply called into their new role of sharing what they know, bringing their own traditions into the fold.

The stories of The Cauldron and The Labyrinth carry a power of their own. They bring with them the power to steep and the power to reveal just like the cauldron and the labyrinth themselves. But it is a power reserved for the seekers, for those who are willing to listen to the magic as it unfolds.

The above is the introduction to a new flash fiction series that I am writing. For more stories from The Cauldron and The Labyrinth, visit: https://www.wattpad.com/story/335343158-the-cauldron-and-the-labyrinth

[sonderwrit]

C97: Eat!

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Wang Yi turns into a babysitter while roleplaying on the side. It's a hard villain life.

S-0: GAHH!

S-0: IT GOT SO BIG?!!

WY: (If consuming things lets it evolve, I'll start experimenting from now on) [In any case, gotta confirm if mind-reading exists first]

WY: Yeah, I don't know why either. Is it because it ate the spoon?

(From a certain perspective he's kind of a crazy scientist too)

S-0: B-but isn't it better to lock it up? After all, a few days ago it was still—

*DING LING LING*

WY: ?

WY: Hello, Dr. Wang's laboratory.

(Garbled speech)

WY: …..

WY: What do missing experimental subjects have to do with me? Not going.

*HANGS UP*

S-0: What happened?

WY: Exactly what you just mentioned. It seems that a frog born from a universal energy stone disappeared. The higher-ups worried that it ran off to a corner somewhere, so it asked all the research labs to search for it together.

Slime: ?

Slime: ! Universal energy stone…?

Slime: So that can't be eaten?

*KA-DA*

Male Researcher: Nothing here!

Female Researcher: I didn't find it either.

Male Researcher: Check the restrooms again.

Slime (X's separate body): Oh no, will randomly eating things bring him trouble? But that rock's energy far surpasses that of eating humans…

*Note: X's separate body has a shared consciousness with the main body

Slime: I can only eat less now…

Slime: Eat less…

WY: Okay, Sao Ling went to loaf off, so let's keep experimenting.

WY: You can eat whatever you want based on your likes!

Slime: ?

Slime: For me to…eat?

WY: Yep. Because I don't know what you like, I prepared a bit of everything.

[Included: newly acquired radiation spider experimental subject]

Slime: Anything…is fine.

Slime: (X loves eating your emotions best.) (Will you give those?)

Slime: To X it's all…the same. (X doesn't have a sense of taste.)

WY: !

WY: (He actually ate it?)

WY: Can you evolve from that?

Slime: Evolve…it's very difficult.

Slime: I'll need to eat lots and lots…of this.

WY: So it's kinda like leveling up in a video game by killing monsters? You need to kill hundreds of thousands of lower leveled rabbits and slimes to get enough…then is there any high-leveled foods?

(Lower level foods like 1 battery = +1EXP)

(Higher level foods like 1 monster = +10000EXP)

Slime: ?

WY: Aish, is it hard to understand again?

Slime: *munch munch*

WY: Forget it, even ants are meat despite their size. You eat first, I'll prepare more if it's not enough…

*Ding-Dong~ Hello, please open the door~*

WY: Hm? Who is it?

WY: (The original Dr. Wang has bad relations with everyone, so no one should be coming to find me?)

???: That there, hello Dr. Wang. I'm Xiao Yu, I wanted to consult you on a question…

WY: (Xiao Yu? The female lead?)

WY *getting into character*: Ah, so annoying—

Slime: *turns back*

WY: Coming.

WY: (I still have to see the female lead, for the sake of the plot)

*shwahhhhh*

Xiao Yu: Wuu…Dr. Wang. Sorry for bothering you in the middle of all your work.

Xiao Yu: I heard you're the most formidable expert in the lab, so I thought you'd be the only one I could come to for help—

WY: Get to the point, it's disgusting to hear you drag things on.

WY: If it's about the missing gemstone frog then get lost, I'm not interested in searching for it like those nitwits. 

Xiao Yu: !

Xiao Yu: No, it's not about the frog…

XY: It's the merman you wanted to me focus on…

XY: Recently it's been a bit strange.

WY: MERMAN? (Showing off his acting skills)

WY: WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT? DID SOMEONE ELSE TAKE A FANCY TO IT? OR WERE ITS BEAUTIFUL SCALES INJURED?!

XY: N-no! He's fine.

XY: But every time I meet the merman…

XY: Even though I don't say anything, he seems to understand my thoughts…as if…

XY: He can read minds.

WY: (Read minds?)

WY: (Is it Qin Xian's mind-reading ability?)

WY: (He really transmigrated as the male lead again? Is the sense of familiarity I get from X mistaken?)

Slime: ?

Slime: Human…suddenly seems very anxious? (Still can't really read)

XY: Um, because it's so strange, I came to ask you about it. Are mermaids a species that can read minds?

WY: I don't know.

WY: Come, let's go see that fellow.

XY: Huh? Okay!

XY: I'll help lead the way…

Slime: *scurry scurry* … …?

Slime: Human…is going to see the merman? 

Slime: Why? Compared to X, does he like…

Slime: …that merman more?

*scurry scurry*

*seep* (separate body)

Merman: ?

Slime: … …

*click*

*slime swooshes away*

—

Mini-Theater:

Author: Don't worry everyone, X will have a human form oh~

Slime: I'll grow up.

WY: ??

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (1016): Wed 1st Jan 2025

Whenever I buy a loaf of bread I cut all the slices into the shapes of letters of the alphabet so I can eat Alphabetti Spaghetti on A To Z Bread

Anywho, I wanted to start the new year in a good mood so I stuck on my favourite film of all time Catch Me If You Can. I’m still astounded that twenty two years after seeing it I’m still not tired of this amazing movie and I’m still finding new things to like about it. I first saw it in 2002 when me and my friends went to the cinema and were told they were all out of tickets to Spider-Man so we bought tickets to see this instead not even knowing what it was. Although I was disappointed to not be seeing Spidey I was literally hooked on CMIYC within minutes and I realised that since both movies take place in New York CMIYC is kind of like a prequel to Spider-Man…that features none of the characters. This movie was based on a book by storied con man Frank Abagnale where he documented his various scams over the years. However ever since the books publication journalists have questioned the authenticity of Abagnale’s claim. Nowadays quite a few people are of the opinion that Abagnale made up pretty much everything he claims in the book meaning he’s basically the Hulk Hogan of check fraud. I wouldn’t be surprised if Abagnale turned out to be the guy in the cinema who told me that they were out of tickets to see SpiderMan just to get me to see the cunting movie. The way I look at it though: the fact he managed to con a movie studio into making a movie about his various cons and he was never even a conman is even more impressing and technically does make him a conman. They should make a new movie about a guy who fools a major motion picture studio into making a movie about a book that’s full of lies, you know like Mel Gibson did in real life (that’s a thinker but trust me it’s a good one).  

I saw on Yahoo news that Jocelyne Wildenstein, who was known as Catwoman for her feline-like plastic surgery had died aged 84. After making the pitifully obvious joke about how she should be buried in a pet cemetery I started to wonder what would cause someone to develop such an expensive lifelong addiction. I also wondered why the people who go overboard with the surgery are people who looked alright before. You see pictures of all these glamour models before they went under the knife to get their fish lips and giant tits and they looked absolutely fine. I like to think that Wildenstein never actually had any surgery and she just kept putting on a series of more haggard looking masks throughout the years. Eventually they’ll make a movie about the lie and they’ll call it “Scratch Me If You Can”. I wondered whether I would ever have any surgery done and I think the only cosmetic surgery I would ever have done would be some liposuction and if people ever questioned the scar I’d just tell them that I got stabbed (although convincing people would be much easier if I was fat because they’d look at it and go “Well he must have been stabbed, it’s obviously not from liposuction. Look at him”). This got me wondering if there’s an operation that’s exactly the opposite of liposuction. Say a UFC fighter is struggling to make weight for a fight, theoretically could they go in to hospital and have a doctor pump a few pounds of fat into their system? Hell if there was somebody there having some liposuction done you could just link them up with a tube and transfer the fat directly. 

[abyssalbusiness]

Amadeaz - Pio

— About their childhood friendship.

      A small hand reached up, laying on the floor of the empty guest bedroom in the strip of moonlight, pretending the flakes of dead skin and lint which glistened in the air (much like the stars) were dancing between each boney little finger. Amadeaz was not exactly comfortable, no matter how he tossed and turned the carpet and thin blanket couldn't cradle his body well enough to not cause his spotty bruises to dig into the carpet. He's had enough of it all for the night, climbing up and roughly pushing the window open, using the tiny side table to squeeze himself through the gap. With all the grace of a newborn giraffe, he tumbles from the window, hitting the ground with a loud groan, rubbing the back of his head. At this point, with how often he does this, and how it always seems to end with clay and grass stuck in his hair, it's a wonder his skull hadn't changed shape. 

      On the other side of the fence, a small boy stood, hands barely able to reach the top of it as he stood on his tippy toes.

      "Pio!" Amadeaz giggled out as he rushed over, the nightly routine, jamming his hand haphazardly through the fence to do his uncoordinated handshake. There was not a single night it turned out the same, but it was always theirs.

        With a little boost from a planter box, Ama flipped headfirst over the fence, being four feet five inches makes rebellion a little harder, but when had being small ever stopped a mouse, or a spider? ('Only with human intervention,' he thought!) And like his own personal web, Pio put his arms out to help him down a tad bit more gently, his hair fully covering his face as he gave a silent wave, motioning the blonde boy inside.

       "Is your grandma asleep? I wanna say hi." Ama hummed, jamming his hands into his father's childhood flannel that was handed down to him (much like everything else was). "Did she leave out cookies again? She really doesn't have to do that, you know, I don't even like cookies that much. Well I mean, I do when they're hers, but she really doesn't have to do all that. She's like, old."

       The smaller boy's shoulder's shake like he's laughing as he shushes Amadeaz, pulling him inside of the warm, quiet house, candle lighting pairing perfectly with the scent of freshly baked bread. He takes his hand, pulling him into the kitchen, proudly presenting a steaming loaf on the table, three plates set out. He does a dramatic pose, tiny hands outstretched like he's presenting a trophy.

        "Is this plate for me?" Amadeaz motions to the third one, met by an insistent nod as Pio ripped off a good chunk of the bread, setting it on the plate and pushing it closer to his best friend as he took a seat as well, grabbing a piece of his own and scarfing it down.

        Hesitantly, he takes a seat, a part of him feels like this must be some kind of trap, but he's known Pio for a few weeks, that's enough to be able to trust him enough to eat his food. He lifts the chunk with both hands, eating it like it would disappear if he didn't shove the entire thing into his mouth like a chipmunk. Bread was never this warm at home, nothing was ever this warm.