#dont mind me ahaha

[sticks-are-bones]

It would be so funny if the Luzu vs. Wilbur custody battle went down like an Ace Attorney game. Like, i have only really seen two characters from that franchise, that Phoneix Wright guy with the funky looking hair and the other gray haired guy who I take to be gay, but i can SEE luzu and wilbur taking their places and pointing dramatically.

like imagine this: The courtroom was silent. All anyone could hear was the panting of the two potential fathers, other than Charlie, who was busy enough with the voices in his mind.

Quackity looked back and forth from one to the other, silently examining their faces. He stroked Tilín in a way that was uncharacteristically soft of him to do, hand gently caressing the cool surface of Tilín’s shell, rather than the harsh promise of a chancla.

Rubius, the devilish angel he was, set a letter down on the courtroom table, exiting with a wink into someplace far, far away from the island. Far away, a man laughed.

The letter itself was nothing special. A plain, white envelope with nothing written on the outside, for it was what was written inside it that was causing anyone that actually cared to wait with baited breath.

Quackity picked up the envelope and slowly ripped it open, only for both Luzu and Wilbur to jump up and yell.

“Your honour, there’s been a mistake. You see—“ Wilbur began, only to be cut off by Luzu rapidly spitting out a string of Spanish.

The argument between Luzu and Wilbur grew in intensity by the second, and with all eyes on the case, well, there were no eyes on the children of the QSMP.

And so, that is how all the QSMP members got devoured by a mother dragon with rabies. However, they say that the argument continues even to this day, and if you step on the island, you’ll hear faint, yet fiery, whispering.

“Cabrón.”

“I’m not coal!”

[elizav00000]

because me and my mom are both basically addicted to pain we have encountered countless of sad stories, most (weirdly now that I think about it) included a some sort of backstory or ongoing story of huge themes of death/depression/su!c!de. and it is every time that I am reminded of just how vastly differently we feel. while I empathize and am more sensitive to themes of depression/su!c!de, shes not.

I had an idea of where these was going but fucking hell I forgot. I just wish I would understand why I'm like this.

[jaydarino]

Cursed to live in human form.

[devestatedutterlydevestated]

tianlang jun is such a fucking simp i see where luo binghe got it from jesus christ

[r0tting-rat]

DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

WE'RE BACK WITH THE STEAMY STUFF literally. I'm not sorry for this, also yall can't say shit to me, I won't pretend like my suggestive works don't get a lot more attention than the rest LMAOO

Day 28 - Time-out

Pairing: Moon x GN reader Warning: Suggestive. Words: 2200+ Summary: Moon is a little mad at you :)

To say that Moon was mad would have been an understatement. The animatronic standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest and his foot cartoonishly tapping the ground was fuming with rage, you could see it in the way he wasn’t even looking at you, instead choosing to keep his eyes sealed close. The naptime attendant was mumbling something you couldn’t hear, trying to talk with his other half as you kneeled on the ground in front of him, sitting on your heels with your head tilted down in "shame". Too bad you couldn’t stop smiling and had to force a frown every time the robot would look at you.

-What should we do with you, mh?- Moon hissed, massaging the bridge of his nose—or, well, where it would have been if he had one, -Not even Sunny would know what the best punishment would be for your behavior! You’ve been naughty, very naughty!-

You pushed down a laugh and pretended to cough. 

-Stop looking so pleased! You should be ashamed of your actions!- The jester stomped his foot on the ground to catch your attention, but that childish act only made you cough harder.

-I’m sorry, okay?- you chuckled, -I already apologized to both of you! What else do you want me to do?-

-You made Sun overheat! You deserve a punishment, but the more stuff I come up with, the more I realize you’d enjoy them more than anything.- His eyes cut dagger into you, like he wanted you to feel embarrassed about that, but honestly, you were about to break and start howling on the spot.

-Oh, come on! I didn’t do anything bad, also, what makes you think that? I’m not the pervert you think I am,- you couldn’t help but grin while trying to stand back up, but Moon pushed you back down by the shoulder. 

-No! Stay down! I can’t trust you around us after what you did,- the attendant huffed, annoyed, then he took a step back from you, as a prevention measure, -And you are a pervert—a naughty rulebreaker!-

You pretended to look around Sun and Moon’s room, scrutinizing the drawings hanging from the walls and the fairy lights coming down the ceiling, then you shook your head. 

-I don’t see any rule that says not to kiss the pretty daycare attendants.- Your grin widened. -Especially considering they’re my boyfriends.-

Moon’s face was turning a beautiful shade of blue, contrasting sweetly against the red glow of his irises, and the robot had to close his eyes and turn his head the other way to avoid growing more flustered. Steam regularly puffed out his shoulder and neck joints in short hisses.

-T-That’s… That’s not what we…- he was stumbling over his words, so you took the chance to crawl closer and get right in front of his feet, so when he opened his eyes the first thing he would see would have been your face, -Y-You…!-

-I?- you asked with a sweet smile. Moon blinked his eyes open and a breath got caught in his throat, eyes going wide and fingers twitching with impatience.

-You kissed Sun with the tongue!- the animatronic whispered, like he didn’t want anyone to hear what he was saying, -That’s… That’s naughty behavior, and it’s forbidden in the daycare!-

-Is it?- you stood back up again, and this time the robot didn’t try to push you back down, -Or are you just jealous that I made out with Sun and not with you, so you decided to make up new rules and get your revenge?- 

You ran your hands over the animatronic’s thin waist, which was still huge considering his overall size, and brushed your fingertips over the seams of his chassis. The feeling made Moon shudder and groan, hands coming up to stop yours from wandering further up to his chest, but at the last second he took a deep breath and allowed you to keep touching him. Your every caress was gentle, slow and methodical, and that was probably what was driving the naptime attendant out of his mind in the first place. 

-Don’t feel jealous, Moonie,- you whispered, your fingers finally brushing against his slender metallic neck, -I can give you kisses as well, as many as you’d like.-

Moon was overheating under your touch, his insides felt boiling hot and his entire face was covered in pretty blush. He was becoming a mess, just like Sun before him. 

-M-Making out is not allowed,- he attempted to whisper once more, -It’s… It’s dirty and…-

-Mooncake, be honest with me, did you make that up?- you asked, holding his face in your palms and forcing him to look down at you. The robot nodded, ashamed, and you giggled, -It’s fine, I’m not mad. I won’t ever do that again if you don’t want me to.- 

The jester’s eyes suddenly widened when you said that, like terrified of the idea, and his hands came up to hold you closer by the waist.

-No! N-No, don’t… I know that Sun was the one who asked you, but I just… while I looked at you and him as you…-

-Kissed passionately?- you offered with a grin, and a heavy cloud of steam escaped from Moon’s back. 

-Whatever!- he said, suddenly pulling away from you, looking mad once more, -Keep that tongue when it needs to be!-

-So…- you gently pushed Moon back, who surprisingly let himself fall back on the bed behind him with a huff, -That means I can’t do what I did with Sun, like… this, for example?-

You crawled on top of the robot, sitting on his stomach and inching your face closer to his, eyes half-lidded and breath heavy with affection. As you slowly pushed your lips on Moon’s, closing your eyes and inhaling the sweet lavender smell of the animatronic, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your waist as an invitation to hold you closer. 

-Stop me if you wish.- You pulled away just to speak, making the robot whine at the loss. -You make the rules here, Mooncake.-

In response, the naptime attendant grabbed the back of your head and pushed you back into the kiss, hungry for the taste of your lips, and with a small chuckle, you allowed him to do as he pleased. 

-Just… Just kiss me and shut up,- he said, speaking perfectly fine due to the fact that his voicebox was inside his chest—how unfair! -I should punish you, not rewarding you with… with this!-

You wanted to bite back and tell him that he was probably the one that was being “rewarded” between the two of you, but you decided that you had teased your boyfriend enough and that he deserved some calm and quiet. 

You pulled away after a few moments, gasping for air, but once more the animatronic complained and tried to kiss you once more. 

-I need to breathe, Moon!- you scolded him, but you still let him push you on the bed and switch places, -Also, you’re going to overheat too if you keep going at it.-

-N-N-No,- Moon’s voice glitched, -I’m stronger than Sun, I can… I…- 

Something seemed to have awakened in the robot’s eyes as they ran all over your face, taking in the sight of your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your love-struck eyes and your quickened heartbeat. Under him, you looked like a mess, and Moon thought you were the most beautiful mess he had ever laid his eyes upon. He glanced at your mouth, parted open to breathe properly, and his own silicone tongue began to feel heavy between his teeth. Moon began to salivate looking down at you, drooling like a dog and panting to release the hot air that was filling his body, all the while his eyes didn’t leave your lips. He suddenly understood why Sun had made such a request, why he had asked you to fully make out with him; Moon was feeling the same as his other, and he realized why Sun had caved in so easily to his deepest desire. 

-Moon, is everything okay?- you asked, but your words didn’t register in the bot’s mind, -You’re drooling all over me, has something ha…?-

Refusing to openly admit his weakness, the naptime attendant leaned down and kissed you once more, beginning to slip his tongue inside your mouth before you could say or do anything to question him. He saw your eyes widen in pleasant surprise then soften, finally closing before you began to reciprocate and coax Moon’s body closer to yours, groaning softly into the kiss.

You and the animatronic were a tangle of limbs, of craving mouths and searching hands, gripping at every piece of clothing and every inch of skin to pull each other into a tighter embrace, into a more coiled knot. 

Moon was different from Sun in many ways, and each time you’d see one of their unique quirks and details you’d remember that there was a reason why one was the day and the other was the night. While Sun had asked you to teach him how to kiss, how to properly start and how to move his silicone tongue and lips in tandem with yours, Moon was insistent and imposing. Sun had let you take the reins, he had sat still—or almost, considering his every finger and limb twitched in excitement—and let you pull his head closer by the rays. Sun had closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss, then let you slip your tongue between his parted teeth and take complete control. In less than 2 minutes the robot had overheated and entered a reboot cycle, pushing Moon upfront despite the lights still being on. 

Moon, who also had a gentle and shy side, was pushing you into the bed and attempting to fight your mouth, trying to take the lead without actually knowing how to kiss with tongue. His movements were clumsy, random, assertive. He was trying to make you give up control and let him do his thing, but you knew better than to let Moon have his way with everything; you’d allow him to switch places and stay on top, you’d allow him to act bold and dominant, but you had no intention to inflate his ego more than needed. You began to push back, doing everything you could to show him how to properly move, teaching him without saying a word. Surprisingly, Moon actually seemed to listen and slowly began to follow and accompany your muscle instead of trying to completely overpower you.

Soon you were pulling away to breathe, feeling dizzy with joy and with every nerve tingling in excitement, but you couldn’t be happier. Your eyes were unfocused as you looked up at the ceiling, on your face you wore a dopey smile, like a dumbass, and overall you looked like you didn't have a thought crossing your mind, while Moon still refused to completely leave you be and instead decided to practice the art of marking skin on your poor neck. 

With his teeth and insistent tongue, the animatronic was leaving little bruises and kisses, running his wet appendix over your jaw and dragging down the tip of the tentacle-like thing to swirl it over your Adam's apple. You sighed in delight and hugged his body closer by the shoulder as his trembling hands grabbed your waist, leaving little scratches in your working uniform and deep cuts in the cushions under you. Moon was acting like a feral animal, growling and groaning, tasting your skin as he waited for you to recover enough to start making out again, and for a moment you couldn’t help but wheeze a laugh when you remembered how he had scolded you earlier. 

-What’s so funny?- he asked, lifting his face enough to look at you in the eyes, -Why are you laughing?-

-Oh, d-don’t worry!- you laughed, -I’m just thinking about how I’ll need to be the one putting you in time out after this. Geez, you’re a starving beast!-

More blush spread over Moon’s cheeks as he realized what you meant, then he buried his face back into your neck to hide himself in shame. 

-Hey, no, it’s fine!- you tried to reassure him and caress his cap, but the robot was hugging your arms close to your body, stopping you from even lifting a finger, -I was just joking, and it’s fine if you get a little carried away sometimes.- 

You waited for him to do something, but the animatronic didn’t move an inch, staying on top of you like a heavily weighted blanket. 

-Moon, really, there’s nothing to worry about,- you attempted again, -Sun got just as worked up earlier, you saw how things ended up! It’s fine if you want to experiment, and you should know I don’t mind teaching you… Moon? Are you still awake?-

When you looked down, you saw that the bot’s eyes were dull, completely rid of their usual light and life, as cold as the ones of a doll. Your boyfriend had entered a reboot cycle after ignoring every overheating warning that had popped up in his brain in favor of keeping kissing you, and as you realized that you groaned and threw your head back. Shit, you were stuck under him until either he or Sun woke up, which could mean a few minutes or the entire night, depending if they had any updates scheduled. 

At least you were lying on soft ground and not on the floor.

[clowningaroundmars]

heeyyy yaaalllll

so i was thinking to myself, i love punkflower. i really do.

what if there was a hobie in miles' universe and he didnt have to do the whole long distance relationship across dimensions thing, though? just keep his lil secret crush on spiderpunk a secret and keep it pushing, only to literally bump into his own hobie brown in 1610 one day?

wouldnt that be cool, guys?

wouldnt it? :)

wouldnt :) it :) be :) so :) cool? :) and so cute too?

:)

update: >part 2 here<

Miles was late.

It was his first day back, the very beginning of his junior year at Visions Academy and he was late. God damn.

His parents were really gonna kill him this time, no doubt about it. There weren't even any good Spiderman excuses he could use to weasel his way out of getting into trouble this time! He'd just have to cross his fingers and pray that his chemistry teacher for this year wasn't a total hardass like last year's English teacher.

Maybe he could make up some dumb excuse this time, try to wriggle his way into the professor's good graces with some blatant lie. Anyways, whose dumb idea was it to put him in a class so damn far from the entrance doors so early in the mor--

BRRRRRRING!

Miles tore around a corner just as the final bell rang throughout the mostly-empty hallways, inciting panic in his chest and making him nearly launch himself down another hallway just to get to his class.

In his haste, he nearly knocked over a very tall and very... familiar looking person that happened to be in Miles' trajectory. Luckily, bodies didn't end up colliding but the shock of having a person fly so quickly into their line of sight shocked the both of them into skidding to a sudden stop.

The tall person ended up dropping a textbook and what seemed like an enormous packet of papers, because sheets scattered absolutely everywhere, almost like snow.

Ugh. Of course.

They both stared down at the mess in the middle of the hallway floor for a beat.

Then, Miles exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.

"Aw man, I-I'm sorry! I just uh... here, lemme just--"

They both bent down to quickly scoop up the papers as Miles stuttered and spoke a hundred miles a minute, trying to apologize for the heart-stopping scare he caused. Just as Miles shuffled the papers together in his hands, he finally looked up at the unlucky student he almost football-tackled first thing in the morning... and nearly dropped the papers onto the floor again.

Kneeled right in front of him with papers and a textbook tucked under a skinny arm, long fingers nervously plucking up what was left of the rest of the packet, was none other than... Hobie Brown.

Oh. God.

This Hobie didn't seem to be Miles' Hobie, though.

(Miles' temperature rose a bit as he quickly thought: wait, my Hobie? That's not right, either.)

Instead of large freeform locs that tapered off like wicks, he was sporting long uniform locs that were piled up high in a loose ponytail on his head, most likely due to the school policy that stated boys needed to have hair above the nape of their neck. Miles kinda wondered about that policy, if he ever decided to grow out his hair; would pulling his hair up be enough? Or would they police his hair length and force him to cut it all off?

Well, turns out the answer was literally right in front of him. Another shock to the system right after the first one.

That was Miles' excuse, really. It was just so dang early in the morning and he really really wasn't thinking when he opened his mouth and basically shouted "Hobie?!"

It honest to god sounded like it echoed in the hallway.

He slapped a hand over his mouth, immediately chastising himself for the stupid mistake he made, mentally kicking himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!! He wasn't supposed to know this guy obviously, they hadn't even met in their dimension yet!

Hobie, for his part, didn't seem perturbed by this at all though. He took the papers from Miles' hands and straightened himself back up to his full height, offering a hand so that Miles could stand up too.

He shrugged shyly and hid behind a couple locs that happened to fall back into his face, holding the books and papers closer to his chest.

"Uhmmn yeah, sorry. I-I'm runnin' late to my first class so I can't really give any autographs right now. Maybe later... if we see each other, ok?"

Miles blinked owlishly. Did he just say... autographs?

And wait a minute... was this Hobie... American?

Miles' poor little sleep-deprived mind was being blown again and again. He really didn't know if he was ever going to recover from this.

Hobie started to back up and walk away so Miles held his hands up to stop him. "Wait wait wait, autographs? I'm not uh-- sorry, this is weird," he laughed, rubbing his neck. "Nah, man. That's cool. I don't really want any autographs. Are you uh-- are you famous, actually?"

It was this Hobie's turn to blink owlishly now, hesitating a bit. A non-pierced eyebrow was raised as he said, "I... I kinda am...?"

He turned and pointed out the giant window of the hallway that they happened to be standing by, and Miles craned his neck to peer outside.

It smacked him right in the face once his eyes landed on it: a giant billboard fixed atop a neighboring building that depicted Hobie Brown in a luxurious-looking perfume ad. He sported the same locs as he did in real life, wearing shiny-looking makeup and giving the viewer the fiercest, smokiest look Miles has ever seen from a model in a hot minute. He was clutching deep purple satin, wrapped in it, basking in it. A single perfume bottle with a deep purple bow on the neck was photoshopped next to him, matching the overall vibe of the ad.

Miles was rooted to the spot, absolutely gobsmacked. How in the world did he miss that?!

Distantly, a small echo of a conversation he had in what seemed like a lifetime ago floated up from a memory. "I was briefly a runway model" pulsed in his neural pathways for a quick second.

Slowly, the gears started turning in his head. Slowly, he turned back to his dimension's Hobie Brown, who was giving him a strange sort of look.

Miles awkwardly tried to gather himself up, waving his hands around as he struggled for a non-weird explanation to his very weird behavior.

"I-I mean-- ahahaha! Yeah I mean, obviously you're famous! I was just y'know-- playin' with you. Pulling your leg and all that, I guess... heh."

The strange dubious look on Hobie's face didn't budge. "...Right."

Miles coughed conspicuously, trying to change the subject. "But uh yeah, haven't seen you around this school much then! Are you... you in a different grade than me or...?"

The corner of Hobie's mouth twitched suddenly, and for a split second Miles wondered if he said something wrong.

But then Hobie chuckled a bit. "No, I don't think so? This is my first day here. Like... ever. So I'm not really surprised you haven't seen me before. I just transferred over."

Miles practically sighed in relief and nodded, hands in his pockets. "Right! Right, very cool. Welcome to Visions then, I guess. Uh... I'm Miles! Miles Morales. Nice to meet ya!"

He goofily stuck a hand out, which Hobie actually accepted. They shook hands for a second, and then Miles was suddenly taken aback by how cold his hand was against his own skin. It was a definite contrast to the warm and lanky body he remembered practically draped across his own, back in Mumbattan.

He forced those particular memories away for now.

This Hobie was smiling down at him, sad eyes set inside a seemingly genuine expression of fondness. "Cool. I'm Hobie. But, uh, it seems like you already knew that, so."

"Aha, yeah yeah! It just-- honestly it's just the shock of, uh, running into a major celeb in the middle of my school that really got to me, I think. Sorry. I probably look like a total weirdo right now!"

Hobie shook his head, and Miles took the opportunity to really study this guy now that the shock was over and the vibe was more chill. This Hobie was just as long and lanky as the punk anarchist Miles was already well acquainted with, but he held himself completely differently. Where Spider-Hobie was all confident strut and careless swagger, this Hobie seemed to be all reserved grace and... sadness? He definitely reminded Miles of a willow tree drooping down into a lake, beautiful but tragic at the same time.

Okay Miles, get it together, he thought, stop thinking this guy is beautiful. I mean, he is beautiful yeah... but c'mon man, focus!

Hobie's non-pierced lips were moving now, finishing a sentence that Miles most definitely did not catch.

Then, Hobie looked at him expectantly.

Oh shit. He just asked a question didn't he? Fuck.

"Uh, sorry... one more time?" Miles grinned as wide as he could, apologetic. Nice going, Morales, the humorless voice in his head chimed in. Definitely not convincing this guy you're an alien from outer space or anything!

Hobie huffed a laugh and cleared his throat. "Sorry, my fault. Sometimes I mumble and... yeah. Mom says I need to work on that," he sighed, then continued, "I was just wondering if you knew where room 301 was?"

Miles nearly jumped with the force of the realization that just hit him.

"301? Mr. Moriarty's class?"

"Y-yeah, that's the one," Hobie smiled, twirling a loc on one finger and tugging it a bit. Then he tucked it back behind his ear. "I'm actually so lost it's not even funny, I'm godawful at directions and like, navigating. I've been looking for it for like 20 minutes now--"

"That's where my first class is too! AP chem!"

Hobie seemed to brighten up a bit at that, straightening his posture up from his own self-conscious hunch. "Oh cool! We should probably get going then, if we don't wanna be more late than we already are."

Without thinking, Miles places a hand on Hobie's shoulder and steers them both towards a classroom right at the end of the hallway they were in.

"Of course, right this way! Pretty lucky you ran into me, huh? I can help you find your other classes later on if you want, too."

For the first time since nearly crashing into him, Miles looked up at Hobie and saw genuine happiness in his eyes as they grinned at each other and walked down the hall together.

"...Yeah," Hobie said, nodding slowly. "Yeah that'd be pretty cool. Thanks!"

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Their chemistry teacher ended up not being a total hardass after all! Especially when Miles rolled up with none other than Famous Model Hobie in tow, immediately causing a ripple of whispers amongst the students sat at their desks.

Mr. Moriarty was a short and stumpy old man with a kind face and a severely receding hairline. He took one look at Hobie after squinting at his attendance sheet, accepted Miles' quick explanation that they were late because Hobie's minty fresh enrollment got him all lost in these maze-like hallways, and excused their tardiness with a wave of a hand.

"It's the first day and you were very kind to help a new student out, Mr. Morales. You're both excused for today, but try not to make a habit of it, alright?"

Miles bobbed his head as he picked his way past rows of desks. "Absolutely, sir. No problem at all. Thanks a bunch!"

Hobie stuck close to him, and smiled a bit as the only two desks left empty in the whole room happened to be right next to each other, right up in the back of the class. Nice.

They took their seats and exchanged a couple of glances as they pulled out their notebooks, barely listening to their professor's quick introduction and class syllabus. Well, Miles was barely listening, anyways. He was too caught up in the euphoria of running into a dimensional variant of one of his friends, in Visions Academy no less! His mind started to wander a bit. Did a 1610 Gwen exist too? a 1610 Pavitr? Were they also here at Visions? And what was with these random stares he and Hobie were getting from their fellow classmates right now?

Every now and then a student's head would swivel back to glance in their direction, awestruck looks evident on their faces.

How famous was Hobie anyway?

Of course, there was that giant billboard conveniently placed within view of the school's back hallways near a busy intersection, but Miles really started to think. He sneakily pulled out his phone and swiped down to the lowest brightness he could in case the classroom's fluorescent lighting wasn't enough to hide the phone screen's own light.

He kept his face straight forward, eyes flicking to and from his typing that he was trying to conceal behind the student sitting in front of him. He typed Hobie Brown model, Hobie Brown perfume ad, Hobie Brown supermodel, getting absolutely nothing every single time. Well, nothing that looked like the Hobie Brown sitting next to him, who happened to be dutifully scribbling down some notes in his notebook. Miles looked down at his own empty sheet of paper and quickly copied his new friend, whipping out a pencil and hurrying to catch up with the lecture on the whiteboard before the professor moved on.

Groan. What gives? Was Hobie this super accomplished, totally famous supermodel or not? Maybe he wasn't on social media, oddly enough. Maybe he just started an illustrious career and happened to be famous only in Brooklyn right now? No, that didn't make sense. If he was some small-time influencer or whatever, people would not be asking for autographs so often that Hobie would just automatically assume anyone who recognized him wanted one. And the looks on these other kids' faces convinced Miles that... maybe something was missing. Maybe he's just not searching up the right terms?

Agh, if only Spiderman business didn't keep him totally detached from reality sometimes. He really felt like he and the rest of the world were on totally different planets. If he had any friends besides Ganke, he probably would've heard about Hobie by now.

He bit his lip in concentration, trying to multitask between forming theories and keeping up with the lesson in the front of the classroom.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of eyes staring straight at him that didn't belong to the other classmates he barely even knew. He glanced over at Hobie, who quickly looked away.

Was that... an embarrassed look on his face just now? Miles scratched at his jaw a bit, more confused than before.

That was weird. Whatever. Anyways...

Before long, class was over and the bell rang. Miles and Hobie both meandered slowly up to the door and hung around the outside, leaning against the wall as they compared schedules before they had to make their way to their next class.

"Dang," Miles lamented, clutching his own schedule and moving to slot it into the cover of his binder. "Looks like we don't share any more classes besides 1st period..."

Hobie stopped his hand and squinted at the sheet again, glancing back at his own. "Uhmm... nah, actually. I think we might have 6th period together? Right after lunch."

"Do we share a lunch period too, actually?" Miles asked excitedly.

Hobie made a small noise of triumph, a smile playing over his lips. "Yeah! 1st, lunch and then 6th. Okay. Better than nothing, right?"

Miles chuckled, shoving his schedule into the plastic and tucking it under his arm. "Definitely. We can eat together at the cafeteria if you want! I'll walk you to your next class though, since it's basically right around the corner."

Hobie shrugged his own backpack back onto his shoulder and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. His eyes were cast downwards as he grinned at the floor and said, "yeah, if you don't mind... that'd be pretty cool."

This guy sure does like the word cool, Miles thought, and away to Hobie's next class they both went. They both ignored the various whispers and stares in their direction. Miles was already used to it by now.

They walked together amiably, in near lockstep for a little while before Hobie finally spoke up again.

"... So... if you don't mind me asking... why are you so nice to me if you didn't know I was famous, then?"

It was an innocent enough question, but it kinda caught Miles off guard nonetheless.

He laughed nervously. "Uhh ahaha, whaddya mean? I did know you were famous! I just... y'know my brain doesn't work the best real early in the morning. I'm, uh. Sometimes I can be pretty weird, if you haven't noticed by now."

Hobie nodded slowly, digesting this information for a bit. "Yeah, you did recognize me in the first place, I guess. It's just weird, you're like... the first person I met that doesn't look at me like I'm made out of solid gold, though. That's all..."

They exchanged glances again, and Miles' brain was working into overdrive, thinking of an appropriate response.

Before he could open his mouth, they finally reached their destination and Hobie bumped Miles' shoulder with his arm, smiling.

"So, thanks. For, uh... this. All this."

Miles raised a brow at him. "Oh yeah, this is nothing. I just walked you over to your next class, no biggie. My class is right over here anyways, so--"

Hobie laughed and shook his head, the expression lighting up his facial features unlike anything Miles has seen on that face yet.

"No, Miles. Not just this. I mean, like..." Hobie dipped his head, a bashful sort of move. "I mean, like, being nice to me. Like forreal. I really appreciate this."

They looked at each other for a moment, something real warm growing in Miles' chest all of a sudden, something... familiar.

He was just about to casually brush the gratitude off a second time with a dorky quip, before some girl's screechy voice interrupted their private little moment out of nowhere. It honestly startled them both, and the nice warm atmosphere dissipated immediately.

"Oh. My. GOD!! Is that Hobie Jones? Like actually?!"

She giggled and bounded up to them, blatantly ignoring Miles to insert herself between them and crowd into Hobie's space. She coquettishly asked for a selfie with him, promising to tag him on social media. The sudden commotion unfortunately attracted some other students who then took their cue to also bother Hobie for autographs, selfies, throwing compliments left and right.

Miles backed up out of the crowd, eyes still on Hobie as he watched the poor guy metaphorically slip on a mask, the very same that Miles saw when they first met not 2 hours ago. It was a sad, detached sort of look, and Hobie was forced to hunch in on himself to meet his fellow students' heights as they snapped selfie after selfie. His lips formed a smile all the while. His eyes did not.

A pang of sympathy hit Miles as he slowly turned away and made his way down to his own classroom without so much as a goodbye. He shrugged to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, he knew how that felt, just trying to mind your own business and live your life, do what you have to do-- and being stopped by nearly every living being within a 50 ft radius wanting their photo ops and their babies kissed.

Miles smiled to himself as he shouldered his way past other students and sauntered into his class, right on time. The bell rang as he reached his desk, and he pulled out another notebook out of his bag before the realization finally hit him with the force of a truck.

Wait... Hobie JONES?!

Miles quickly glanced around at his surroundings and mentally kicked himself yet again for choosing a seat so close to the teacher's desk, almost right up at the front. Damnit!

But the teacher wasn't in the classroom just yet, most likely making a quick run down to the printer down the hall to make copies of the class syllabus or something.

Okay, Morales. Gotta be quick.

He hastily pulled out his phone yet again, one eye on the door. He quickly typed in Hobie Jones model in his browser's search box, letting out a breath as search results loaded up and gave him exactly what he was looking for this entire time.

Bingo.

Hobie's face popped up in the image search previews, all sorts of cool and striking photoshoots lit up in all kinds of different ways. And the very first link at the top of the page? Hobie's own Flickstagram.

With a shaky hand, Miles tapped the link and impatiently waited for it to load, for his phone to get with the program and just open the damn app already. He kept glancing every so often at the door yet again, praying that the printer or copier-- or whatever-the-hell that was keeping the professor away from the class-- would keep them away for just a second longer.

He finally cast his gaze back down onto his own Flickstagram app and his heart nearly dropped out of his chest.

At the top, right next to Hobie's own smoldering profile picture was his username: hobiemjones

hobiemjones... hobie m jones. Hobie M. Jones.

M.J.

Miles exhaled again and tucked his phone away in shock just as the classroom door opened yet again and all the students quieted down. This class's teacher made their way over to their desk, piles of papers in hand. They started to pass them out to the students in the front row, introducing themself and then going over the usual attendance policies.

Miles accepted the syllabus sheets with trembling hands, turning to pass them over his shoulder once he got his own, his mind running a hundred miles a minute.

Peter talked nonstop about his wife, whenever he managed to stop talking about his baby, that is. It was always MJ this, MJ that. Flashes of a middle-aged man staring forlornly at a picture of his then-ex wife-- grieving the one who got away-- raced across his mind's eye. His universe's own MJ standing at a podium, strong but deeply hurt as she addressed all of Brooklyn after Spiderman's funeral.

"She wanted kids and I... just wasn't ready," echoed over and over in Miles' mind. Of course, they're together now. But the way Peter talked about his divorce... oh god.

Wait... was Miles ready for kids? Were he and Hobie going to have a messy on-and-off again relationship that ended up with them having to care for a spider-baby just like Mayday?! Maybe even multiple spider-babies?!?!?

Miles loosened his tie a bit, sweating profusely.

The fact that neither Hobie nor Miles were equipped with the parts to make a baby together flew right over his head. No... instead, his mind skipped straight to marriage, messy emotional fights and inevitable breakups. How was he gonna juggle school, work, Spiderman stuff and a relationship all at once?!

Without realizing, Miles started hyperventilating.

No no no no no, cool it Miles. COOL IT. Don't be weird. Miles mentally slapped himself and tried to even out his breathing as he leaned back in his seat and wiped some sweat off his brow.

He just proved to Miguel O' Hara and the entire multiverse this past spring that he can do his own thing, canon events be damned. Miles Morales was no victim to fate. Maybe all of the other spider-people had their own MJs. But maybe in this universe, MJ and Spiderman were... just friends. Good friends! ...Yeah, yeah, just friends...

The idea floated around in Miles' head throughout the entire rest of the class, but it didn't really make the tightness in his chest loosen up any at all.

Once the bell rang again and everyone started packing their things up, Miles dawdled a bit by the door, fumbling with his phone as his classmates filed out of the room. If he was late enough, maybe he'd completely miss Hobie in the hallways and not have to see him at all. Miles double-checked, triple-checked his schedule again and again, mapping out an eventual escape route through the halls in case Hobie's path did intercept Miles'.

God, Miles thought ruefully, checking the hour on his phone for the 15th time in a row and smiling awkwardly at his teacher's questioning glance. You're being so fucking weird about this right now!

The rational part of his brain kicked in and presented a quick slideshow of other calmer, more reasonable explanations as to why he really shouldn't be avoiding his new friend like the plague all of a sudden.

1. Hobie probably doesn't and won't like me, it stated. There is literally no proof that Hobie Jones is even into guys. Or me, Miles Morales.

2. Even if Hobie Jones is into guys-- or me, Miles Morales-- that does not mean the endgame is automatically marriage. No sir, no proof of that at all!

3. Canon events were officially disproven. Kinda. Mostly. Sort of?

C'mon, bro. Just man up and get out there. You're gonna be late for the next class soon anyways.

Right. He inhaled deeply and steeled himself.

"Okay well, uh. Have a nice day Mx. Gonzalez! See ya... tomorrow." Miles cringed inwardly at how lame that sounded, but his teacher didn't seem to notice as they bid him a nice day as well.

With his heart in his stomach, Miles slowly made his way into the hallway and started walking at a brisk pace, keeping his eyeline straight in front of him, trying to reach his next class on the floor below quickly but manageably. It was when he reached the stairs that his heart sank even lower.

Hobie was standing right next to the stairwell, glaring at the school map placed on the wall off to the left, fingertips on his chin as he mumbled to himself. He was glancing up and down between the map and his schedule in his hand, clearly befuddled.

Damn, he really is bad at navigating, Miles mused, once he recovered.

But as luck would have it, tragedy struck right then. Miles being pretty much the only other kid in the hallway attracted Hobie's attention, and even though Miles' feet kept him moving, he almost tripped on air once Hobie perked up upon seeing him.

"Miles!" Hobie grinned and waved him over, clearly happy to see him.

Oh noooo. Miles was not as happy to see him.

Without thinking, he launched himself down the flight of stairs, hopping over the railing and landing loudly on the 1st floor. Once steady, he basically sprinted over to his 3rd period class, completely missing the way Hobie's sunny grin slowly disappeared and his hand lowered back down to his side.

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Lunchtime came and went. Miles ate his packed lunch at his usual perch on top of the school building, where he always hid while trying to avoid the rest of the student body. He managed to pick a good spot away from prying eyes, and it never failed him.

Hobie ate alone, at a table tucked into the corner of the cafeteria despite being invited to several other tables. He sat and chewed sadly, locs back in front of his eyes, posture hunched over and defeated.

6th period came and went. Miles purposefully kept his gaze averted as Hobie walked in 5 minutes late. They sat at opposite ends of the room, never acknowledging each other's existence.

The school day ended and Miles made his way back to the dorms, sighing with relief once he glanced out the window and saw giant rainclouds rolling in over the horizon. Man, was he glad he got to bunk up on campus with his best friend! He greeted Ganke, kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto his bunkbed, laying back with a sigh. Maybe tomorrow he'd confront Hobie about his erratic behavior and apologize. Maybe.

But that was a problem for future Miles...

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Outside, the rain started falling fast and hard.

Outside, Hobie M. Jones waited miserably by the curb with an umbrella in hand, getting drenched by the water nonetheless. He checked his phone for the 15th time and sniffled angrily, pocketing it and gripping onto his umbrella handle.

Late. Again.

His mother was late to pick him up, as usual.

He swiped at a tear rolling down his cheek and finally loosened his ponytail, letting his locs fall all around his face.

Once she arrived, his mother was going to inevitably ask him how his day was, look only slightly concerned about his angry tears and ask if he made any new friends anyways, despite knowing the answer.

No, mom, Hobie would say as he kept his eyes glued to the car window.

No. I didn't make any friends.

[clownattack]

my midterm/absolutorium is over and now i can actually. celebrate my bday lol i was too buried by uni bs this month to unwind.

i got like three diff pieces of cake from my fave pastry shop bc I DESERVE IT AFTER BLOWING MY PRESENTATION/DEFENSE OUT THE PARK (according my my classmates/prof but also ME MIETTE!!! IM SO HAPPY I DIDNT CLAM UP LIKE I DID DURING THE ONLINE PRESENAYSH AUHJA. And the prof cadre actually??? Seemed interested and asked me questions abt the process etc. Which is not on brand, usually they seem disinterested in what ppl are presenting and only a few projects get their attention. NGL after working my ass off beading these skulls i feel JUSTLY REWARDED. HARD WORK PAID OFF. And as per uj they couldnt believe i make them all by hand lmaaaaooo anyway zen right now after beinf so stressed last week & the weekend i can actually relax. enjoy my term break. make some clay critters

also the pics are kind of ehhh bcs the artificial lighting was super intense and kind of took away the softness/dark colors from the skulls esp :c i dont really want to upload hi res pics of these things until im finished with my masters 100% and hopefully have my degree. The red skull esp looks kind of miserable compared to rl/vids/proper documentation but i dont want to upload now. idk maybe i will once i rest and think abt it? ANYWAY THE CAKES

[jupiter-reimagined]

Does that sidekick (the blue one) even speak in the season? I can't remember now. I don't remember him even speaking. I desperately wanted to see more of him, but alas.

i dont know, but i just found out their name is Steb.... by looking up "arcane fish guy". but me too,,, i love him,,,

AND THE BAT GUY IS NAMED SCAR. OH MY GOD. i can be normal about him <- lie

[caleohateclub]

i wanna kiss a genderfluid person just so i can have the experience of being in a mlm, sapphic, t4t, and het relationship all in the same time. would i explode.

[crowtobio]

i hate that all of my a//3 thoughts are so unbelievably niche bc i think there are maybe two (2) people who have a fucking clue what any of it means and its driving me insane

[florida3exclamationpoints]

For the 2 people who voted in my poll and were both unaware of Ruby's existence

Ruby was my hedgehog :) I got her in January 2016 when I was 12 and she was my best little buddy :) she got cancer in 2019 and had to be put down that September. I kept a few of her quills in a little vial charm on a necklace and wore it everyday for years, I just recently stopped wearing it everyday bc I got a different everyday necklace for my best friend. Here are pics of my beautiful baby girl

[a-r00m-with-a-m00se]

[deltaruminations]

in hindsight i feel like i was maybe a little quick to reblog that asriel music post… tbh i’m not really sold on the don’t forget comparison (i do think there’s something to the ‘dreams’ motif being found in DR and quoted in lost girl, and being echoed in don’t forget by virtue of similarities to lost girl etc., though it isn’t clear yet if this is an asriel thing or a snowdin thing or a much broader conceptual thing). the phrase “hopes & dreams” specifically comes up in ralsei’s prophecy and seems like it might have broader significance in deltarune to the dichotomy of “light and dark” and the thematic conflicts therein. the structural similarities between “hopes and dreams” to welcome to the city might also just be a matter of compositional style; similar comparisons have been made between lost girl & nightmare knight and as interesting as that is transtextually i’m not sure how much weight it holds for hard speculation absent a clear leitmotivic connection or any broader textual evidence of asriel specifically being connected to the computer dark world, or any other dark world for that matter. it just seems a little early to get too invested in this lead. i could be wrong though, who knows? it’s interesting to consider at least

[antianimus]

I hope you know that the love you deserve should be unconditional. you shouldnt have to compromise anything

[dryadalismagicae]

OOC: Okay - I've put an absolutely huge dent in putting the new theme up and editing information.; its now readable and everything is mostly there, so please do feel free to have a peek.

Tomorrow- I need to do the relationships pages, come up with tags for photo posts for each muse and their reply tag (so ye can block the ones you dont want to see-!), fill my queue with posts from their old blogs (screens of them, mostly-) with said new tag as well as some other bits and pieces and also - do replies and post starter calls!

I'm overjoyed to be back over here!

Edit: and, I need to clear out the tracker of everything that is way old and unreplied to and do a follower purge, too - - mostly of inactives. And sort my pinned post.

[unstable-fucko-boingo]

i think there will probably come a point in my life where i swear off weed/alc for at least half a year if i’m frfr