#drunk!Spider

[naavispider]

What if Spider got alcohol poisoning? In a scenario Spider had one too many drinks, he feels nauseous and ends up vomiting all over his na'vi outfit. (Takes place inside the RDA ship) Quaritch getting paranoid and immediately scooping up his boy and changing him into a pair of human clothes. Spider is too drunk to walk, communicate or comprehend anything. MAKE THIS INTO A FLUFF! FLUFFY FLUFF!

(I recently got alcohol poising and it wasn't fun. Uncontrollable vomiting and ish!!! Immediately regretted, cried and prayed to God lmao)

Oh boy!

Spider slurred his words so much that even he wasn't sure what he'd just tried to say. He was on all fours, crawling towards the toilet. This sucked. His head was spinning, bile burned his throat, and panic clawed its way around his insides.

Quaritch watched on from the doorway, his expression pinched. He had no idea how this had even happened - Spider got drunk one evening yes, but he'd thought that was the end of it. He didn't think Spider would try again. The kid had snuck off and procured who knew how much alcohol from who knew where - he was tenacious.

He was paying for it now. Quaritch winced as Spider retched over the toilet, and the sounds of splashing filled the room. Great, the kid had missed. Sick was all down his chest, dripping onto his belt and loincloth. Jesus. He waited until the kid stopped heaving, then crossed the bathroom to pick Spider up - carefully avoiding getting himself covered in sick too. "It's okay, kid," he sighed, rubbing Spider's back.

Spider groaned in his arms. "Whass' rong w'me?" he slurred, bringing a clammy hand up to his forehead.

Quaritch rolled his eyes as he carried his son to one of the spare bunk rooms on the ship. He pressed the button on his communicator to tell Lyle to bring them a spare pair of clothes from Quaritch's pack.

"S'not funny..." Spider groaned again, and Quaritch felt the boy convulse in another retch. He quickly adjusted his hold on him so that Spider could vomit over the side if he needed. However, nothing more came up.

"I'm not laughing, kid."

Spider looked terrible. He'd obviously overdone it big time. If Quaritch had to guess, he'd say a simple case of alcohol poisoning. He'd have to sit with Spider till morning - there was no way he could risk falling asleep outside with his mask on, and even inside the ship the kid was in imminent danger of choking on his own vomit.

Spider whimpered in his arms, and Quaritch noticed the feel of the kid's skin had turned cold and sweaty. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Spider's head, knowing the kid would have zero memory of this in the morning. A whine escaped Spider's mouth.

They got to the room, and Quaritch laid Spider down gently on one of the lower bunks. A moment later, Wainfleet arrived with a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt for Spider. Quaritch muttered his thanks, and Wainfleet disappeared without lingering. Quaritch knew Lyle would have stayed, if he had asked him, but also recognised that Lyle was letting him have this moment privately with his incapacitated son. He didn't need witnesses.

Quaritch picked up a hand towel from the bathroom attached to the room, and wet it under the sink. "I'm just wiping away your sick," he told Spider, even though the kid was totally beyond understanding. He pressed the cloth over Spider's mouth, neck and chest, removing the worst of it. Spider's eyes occasionally fluttered open, but for the most part he was passed out.

Quaritch unfolded the shirt Lyle had brought - dark navy and at least 3 sizes too big for Spider, with a Spiderman image on the front. He had to hand it to Janine. The woman had some genius ideas.

He gently pulled it over Spider's head and pulled his weak arms through the holes. Now he turned his attention to the sweatpants. Hm. He didn't want to invade Spider's privacy, but his Na'vi attire was also wet with sick. He methodically worked Spider's legs into the pants and only untied the loincloth once he was fully covered. Jesus. Quaritch deserved dad of the year award.

He grabbed a cup from the shelf above the sink and filled it with tap water. "Son, can you drink this?" he pressed the cup against Spider's lips. Spider's eyes opened minutely. His pupils found Quaritch, and his mouth pulled into the tiniest smile. Quaritch seized the opportunity and tipped a few drops of water onto Spider's tongue. "Swallow that down..." he encouraged, one hand on the back of Spider's head. "There you go..."

"Dn't... leave..." the boy slurred, unexpectedly appearing to come out of his haze for a moment.

Quaritch stared at his son.

Shock rippled through him at Spider's plea. It was obviously the alcohol talking. But the fact remained - Spider in this vulnerable state felt safe with Quaritch.

Safe.

Could Spider know that Quaritch would stay with him as long as he needed? Could he know that he'd already accepted having to spend the night in this tiny human sized room just to watch over him?

How could Quaritch plan on leaving him? His job was to protect. "Never." He said slowly, fixed on Spider's now closed eyes. He rolled the kid onto his side, pulled a blanket over his shoulders and ran his hand down Spider's arm, leaning over him and whispering, "I'm here..."

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Cabin in the woods snippet

I finished one of the many different endings last night so in honor of that here’s a drunk!Spider snippet with zero context.

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  “M.J!” That was Aniyah’s voice. He clumsily turned towards it, seeing through blurry eyes his friend running towards him. “What the fuck are you doing!”

   “Aniyah!” He was so excited to see her. He’d lost sight of her forever ago. “Where have you been?”

    Now that she was up close he could see there her makeup was smudged. “I was making out with Katie Ludson while I sobered up! I left you watching Madigasare 2 in the living room! I figured you’d just stay there but according to everyone I talked to trying to find your ass, you’ve had a very eventful night!” 

   Miles had no idea what she was talking about. “Am I in trouble?”

   Aniyah sighed, completely done, “no you moron, you're drunk!”

   “I’m drunk!? How did I get drunk!”

   “Oh my god!” Aniyah looked up at the sky like she was praying for strength. “From drinking! You’ve been drinking alcohol all night.”

    “No I haven’t.” Miles didn’t even know there was alcohol at this party. It hadn’t seemed like anyone had been drinking to him.

    “Ah yeah dude you totally have,” said John Jason Jacob Jack. “You jumped out of the hay loft in my barn.”

    “You swung through the trees like you were Tarzan.”

    “You did a flip over the bonfire.”

     “You jumped off the roof into the pool.” Now that the random person in the crowd mentioned it Miles realized that his clothes were damp. Vague memories of the exploits reported to him popped into his mind but they were quickly wiped away as his brain struggled to function.

    “ ‘hat tim iz it.” Miles asked the crowd.

   “12:47” 

    “Oh shit!” Without an explanation to anyone he ran off, Aniyah yelling for him to come back. He took out his phone, the bright light assaulting his eyes. Twenty missed calls. A line of texts saying, you're late. Where are you? Get your ass home right now. Are you okay, are you hurt? Answer me damn it! I’m coming to get you. Miles fumbled to dial his father. The man picked up before the first ring even finished. “Papa!”

    “Miles!” From the angry tone Miles could picture his Pa red faced, jaw clenched, veins popping out on his temples. “What the hell is wrong with you! I told you twelve o’clock sharp!”

    “The’y tol’ me it wa’ juic’!”

    “What?”

    “The’y tol me it wa’ juic’ Pa! I didn’ know there wa’ alcoho’ in’t.”

     “Aw Jesus Miles. You're drunk!”

      “I didn’ mean ta be!” Miles was near tears.

      Pa sighed, “Calm down baby boy, it’ll all be okay. Papa’s almost there. Just hang tight.”

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[naavispider]

AHAHAHAHA oh I guess I just have to write more high!Quaritch? God these two are a disaster

LET THE BATTLE COMMENCE

@naavispider

[toast-on-dandelioms]

completely fine if you can’t do this but I’m curious if you could do something with platonic yan batfam finding out teen reader smokes. Not hard core drugs or anything, just cigarettes (still bad I know), and maybe even drinks alcohol.

in their own words it “makes it so they can stop thinking”

Again completely fine if you can’t!! Also love your work ♥️

The ask is based before the events of part 4

beta reader: @duck-you

WC: 4.4k

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics @cafekitsune

Age of reader: 16-17 (the age of reader in the main serie is your choice, I don't think I ever made the age clear but for this ask reader is almost 18)

Tw: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, underage drinking and reckless behaviour from intoxication, Joker, fighting under the influence, wrongful imprisonment, Black Mask and his uglyness

You first started smoking when you were at the end of middle school and started high school, your friends kept pressuring you into it since all the cool kids were smoking and you didn't want to lose them.

You did stop a few times but they kept gas lighting you into starting smoking once again and after you started to roam Gotham as Spider it became an habit that helped you do something whenever the night was dead or you were just bored.

You also made sure to not smoke before going back to the Manor since you knew Alfred would know and you didn't want to let him know and disappoint the older man, seeing him as a father figure instead of Bruce since he was the one who actually took time out of his day to pay attention to you whenever you told him in advance.

The drinking didn't start until you turned 17 and your friends managed to drag you to a party after a lot of begging and accusing you of not caring about them.

You still remember the night where you got drunk for the first time, the beat of the music making you unable to talk to anyone without yelling and how everyone kept pushing drinks in your hand and cheer whenever you drank it all.

The taste of whatever drink you just drank always made you make a disgusted face before smiling happily as you started to relax and have fun with your friends, even singing karaoke after someone pushed a microphone in your hands and told you to follow the words that were being displayed on a TV.

Honestly that night was one of the best you ever had because you weren't Spider, you weren't the forgotten child of Bruce Wayne and you weren't the straight A's student that people looked down upon because of how silent and antisocial you were. You were [Y/N], the one who beat 5 guys at arm wrestling, the friend who was dancing like crazy and how you just lost your virginity (the alcohol one, not the actual virginity).

You didn't really enjoy drinking, especially whenever you drank too much after a party and ended up with the worst hangover ever thanks to your powers, but it was a nice thing to do to de-stress after a long night or to just become free for a night with your friends.

One night you were still on patrol but had a long night because you had to stop many gang fights and even got shot on the leg, which you bandaged up but it was hurting and annoying you so you ended up drinking the entire bottle of vodka you had in your schoolbag, where you forgot to take out the bottle a friend put inside after you told them that you never drank it since you never had the opportunity to do so.

And you were a bit of a lightweight since you didn't start for too long and somehow you found yourself wandering around Gotham, drunk out of your mind and unaware of your surroundings. Yes people were taking videos of a drunk vigilante walking on the walls and street but didn't do much, especially when they saw a familiar clown approaching.

When Joker finally walked up to you with his usual smile, happy that he saw you since he could just use you after he noticed how Batman was attached to you, plus you looked incredibly drunk and you were stumbling around the empty street, still wearing your mask that was just rolled up enough that he could see your mouth, slightly open so he thought it would be easy to kidnap you by just using a crowbar.

Immediately, when you felt his hand touch your shoulder and his annoying laugh, you grabbed his hand and just slammed him into the ground with a judo flip, that you saw Damian do when you were watching him train alongside the others.

Your drunken mind didn't clock in that the person who touched you was the feared clown of Gotham, you just kept hitting his body with the crowbar that he had in hand after you took it off his hands after he tried to hit you with it when he had the chance to attack.

But you didn't let him, somehow your mind and body when under the influence were a better fighter than you actually thought, you weren't using your superstrenght most of the time and only if he actually posed as a threat when he tried to attack you once again.

During the fight your mask was taken by that clown, who probably got even angrier when he saw that you were just a kid and that looked like you were gonna fall asleep in any moment, which was why he even managed to hit you on the face. Unfortunately for him, his hit made you remember when Jason hit you and somehow awakened an anger and you just started to hit that man like there was no tomorrow.

Somehow, during the drunken fight between you and Joker that people were recording, you didn't notice three masked figures on a rooftop who were watching you fight that clown and were discussing when to butt in.

Dick was watching with glee as you hit the clown while also waiting for Oracle to tell him who Spider was once Joker took off your mask, amazed as he watched your fight.

He did feel anger whenever Joker managed to get a hit on you with his fists and had to be held back by Jason and Damian, since they both wanted to see you win and see you fight in real life instead of watching from the cameras, which didn't show all of the fights most of the time.

As he watched he did that you moved a bit weird, like you were under the influence and that made him panic because what if Joker actually tried to drug you? What if someone tried to kidnap you and he wasn't there to save you?!

Jason was also watching in glee when he saw you hit the Walmart clown with a crowbar, cheering whenever you hit him in the face with that crowbar. He would also yell out scores when you did that, not caring that people were filming him.

He did notice how sluggish you were when you moved and was also ready to jump down to help you, not wanting you to get badly hurt by that clown even though he knew that you could defend yourself.

Damian was watching and making small comments about your posture as you fought before noticing how many moves were incredibly similar to downright the same moves he did as he fought with random criminals, making his heart soar with respect and felt incredibly honoured that you were copying him. He knew that he was gonna show the footage to the others to show how much Spider was like him and how he's obviously the favourite since they're copying him.

He did found your face very familiar, like he met you once but he couldn't find any memory of you in his mind, making him frustrated and angry since he's supposed to be the heir of Wayne Enterprises, his memory shouldn't get worse so soon.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder and another grabbing the hand that was hitting the now dead Joker, you turned around and just kicked that person away with all your strength to a nearby dumpster and just prepared yourself for another fight.

You honestly couldn't really see who was close to you thanks to Joker punching you right in the face and making your eyesight a bit blurry that you honestly couldn't see who was approaching and just thought it was another guy or more trying to kidnap you, so you kept fighting by using your spider senses to find them.

It took Dick, a laughing Jason and an annoyed but amazed Damian to manage to stop you, leaving all of them with bruises and many injuries since you didn't hold your strength back. The indented dumpster after you kicked Damian when he tried to grab you and the hole in a wall after you missed punching Jason and got stuck in the wall was proof of it.

The last thing you remembered before falling asleep after getting a small injection in your neck was Jason's laugh even though he sounded like someone kicked him in the chest and Damian's exasperated voice as he talked with Dick and how they shouldn't let you near anything alcoholic anymore.

You woke up the next day in your room, the headache from the hangover making you groan in pain, especially after feeling how sore your body was even though you couldn't remember anything from last night, before managing to get up without feeling like puking or falling, cursing yourself and making a mental note to never drink during patrol.

You slowly walked to the door, cursing your hangover since it felt like your door was farther away from you since you though you were in your usual room and not in another that looked exactly the same but you didn't really pay much attention to it since your head was killing you as you tried to think of anything.

You finally reached the door and opened it, immediately facing a surprised Bruce, making you confused and annoyed since you already felt like shit and seeing your father that never stepped up as a father to you made your headache worse.

You and the man stared at each other for a few seconds that felt like hours before you pushed him away and walked to where you thought the bathroom was, knowing that you needed to have a shower and probably puke your mind out.

When you finally walked out of the bathroom with a less painful headache after drinking some water from the sink and while you were showering, knowing it was safe since the Manor filtered the water, but the short-time happiness from the long shower was immediately ruined by Dick's loud voice as he talked about something you weren't paying attention to and him dragging you to the dining room where everyone was waiting for you, your headache coming back strong to even making you try and get away from his arms.

You groaned when he basically dropped you on the carpeted floor of the dining room, to which everyone's eyes were on you as you slowly got up and made your way to a random chair far away from everyone else, a bit weirded out since you actually never sat on a chair on the actual table. Hell, you probably never even stepped foot in the room in all the years you lived there.

You mumbled a thanks to Alfred when he set a bowl of soup in front of you and a few pills on a tissue next to your glass of water, to which you assumed it was for your headache and hangover.

You started to eat the soup without saying anything to anyone else at the table before looking up when you heard Bruce's voice saying your nome, ignoring how hesitant his voice was when he actually said your name, like it was the first time he ever actually pronounced your name out loud.

You stared at the older man who was supposed to be your father, hissing a little when the lights from the chandelier hits your eyes, too used to your poorly lit room and of the gloomy weather of Gotham that never lets any sun in so bright lights hurt your eyes.

"[Y/N], hun, I know you drank last night. And I am sure you know that drinking is bad for you, especially when you are underage. You could've hurt yourself and the people around you, which you did last night!" he said, his voice raising at the end before pointing at Dick, Jason and Damian, who you just noticed all had some bruises and looked uncomfortable while sitting on the chair.

Honestly, you didn't even feel bad. The only thing you felt bad about was not being able to remember anything about it. You hoped that someone took a video of it, god you hoped so hard.

As you thought of finding that video you suddenly noticed that Bruce was still talking, probably going on about the dangers of alcohol and what it could do to someone's liver after prolonged drinking, making you annoyed since he cares now? After years of ignoring your existence?

So you did what he did once when you were little, you just got up and left without a word to your room, not caring about anything he was saying. You didn't even know where you were going in the Mansion,thanks to how big it is and how you stuck to your room instead of exploring and ended up inside a small bedroom that looked like no one entered it for years thanks to the all the dust inside of it.

You opened the windows to let some air inside and found a few diaries as you snooped around before finding the holy grail of things you could find in anyone's room: an unopened bottle of rum in a hidden drawer that you might have broken while trying to open it because you were curious.

You were now loving whoever lived here and put the rum away in a pocket before walking out the room by the window so you could reach a bag you left on the rooftop that held a copy of your costume. Why did you had a bag there on the first place?

That was simple. You once forgot it while you were drinking on the rooftop when you had a horrible day and just forgot it there when you stumbled in your room by walking on the walls. And yes, the conversation you had with Alfred to ask him about having some money to buy all the stuff you needed to re-make the suit and re-create the voice modulator was very uncomfortable, especially when you knew you couldn't afford all of the stuff you needed even though you had a job.

And yes, you didn't have an allowance because Bruce never thought of giving you money and you had to take a job to just survive and not always ask for Alfred for money when you needed something for school or for dance practice.

As you reached the bad tied to an unused chimney, a small frown formed on your face when you saw the old design of your vigilante suit but still changed before putting the web shooters on your wrists, your bag already on your shoulders and the rum safely stashed in it and wrapped around your clothes to make sure it won't accidentally break while you were swinging around Gotham.

Once you got on a random rooftop of an abandoned building, which you made sure wasn't a rogue or a gang hideout before settling on it so you could finally drink the bottle you stole. You were close to one of the mafia's territory in Crime Alley but you didn't care which one it was, you only wanted to drink.

As you finally started to drink, your tongue tasting a hint of nutmeg and weirdly cinnamon with each sip you took, you slowly started to relax as the alcohol did its job, each sip making your head feel less heavy, like it was getting pumped full of helium and slowly making your forget about the pain your body was in.

God, you never wanted to stop, just four sips in and you were already past the tipsy part and you felt so free that anything you saw in the starless, polluted night of Gotham made you laugh like crazy. You finally felt like you belonged when you drank and that all the hatred, anger and the deep resentment you felt towards the Bats was calm, like a warm heavy blanket was put on those emotions.

As the night progressed, the bottle now half empty and your mind completely fuzzy, you started to hear noises and grunts of pain from one of the alleys near your spot, making you curious to see who it was and especially what was happening that would ruin your drinking night.

You slowly got up, your limbs feeling like jelly as you moved to walk on the side of the building, slipping a little as you stumbled around. After a bit you finally managed to get to the right alley when you realised you were on the wrong side of the building, and as you walked over you luckily avoided a frantic Nightwing grappling to a building.

You watched in silence when you finally got to the right alley and saw Black Mask, one of the criminals you knew his own goons feared because he could kill them if they did anything wrong in his eyes. You couldn't count the times you saw bodies in alleys when you were patrolling, their bodies covered in bruises and most of the time they were beat up beyond recognition that always made you sick.

But, unfortunately for you, your drunken mind decided to say something since you found his mask boring and weird. Like, compared to Jason's mask, his just looked boring and not really original. And you knew he was dangerous but noo, let's anger the mafia boss who kills with no mercy.

"He-Hey! You look ri"- you took a few sips of the rum - "uhh, oh yea! Ridiculous! Why that? No red, thought of being compared to Red Skull?" you started before your drunken mind just decided to go on a whole rant about his choices of brand and what he does with his goons.

As you were ranting about his ugliness and name choice, your spider senses made you dodge an incoming bullet shot at you but unfortunately Black Mask managed to hit your sacred bottle that still had most of its contents in it and you just watched with tears in your eyes as the alcohol ran out of your bottle to the ground.

The anger that surged in you after your drunken mind realised that he wasted your precious rum made you so angry that you didn't care who Black Mask is and threw the broken glass bottle at him and used his small distraction to web his chest and launch yourself at him, using all your strenght to punch his ugly masked face.

Using the moment and how distracted the man was, thanks to your punch, you kept hitting the man with all your strenght. Sadly, this moment of you overpowering the insult for eyes as a man as the man manages to catch one of your punches that was aiming for his stomach and pulled you forward to knee you on the chest, making you gasp for air and cough and almost made you puke but you anaged to keep it down.

Sadly, the bastard with no imagination for names started to hit you on the back of the head, making your vision blurred for a few seconds before your vision went back to normal thanks to your fast healing. You managed to avoid another one of his hits and quickly jumped on the wall and webbed him on the chest, pulling him forward and jumping on him, kicking him on the jaw.

You stared at the sad excuse of a original rogue as it stayed on the ground and slowly raised your hands like you won before grabbing the broken bottle of rum and walked on a wall, waiting as you watched the thing who you refused to acknowledge as a man get up and wobble around while the two goons he was hitting before already ran away.

Once it got up, obviously confused when you watched him look around and you waited until he got closer and hit him on the head with the bottle as a revenge for the wasted precious alcohol and then you quickly kicked him on the back to keep him down since you knew he was good at hand and hand combat and you knew that you couldn't win if he was lucid so you were lucky that you gave him a concussion with a lucky move.

You kept hitting the man-thing with the bottle with no care in the world, the blood splattering on the walls and the dumpster near you two, your smile the only thing he could see as you just kept hitting him, the bottle getting thrown away when it was completely broken from hitting his mask so you went back to using your hands, smashing his mask onto his scarred face, the alcohol in your body making you ignore how the shards of the mask were also getting embedded in your hands as you kept punching his face.

You stopped when your spider senses alerted you of danger and got ready to fight whoever it was that before getting hit with something and falling asleep, the last thing you managed to say before falling asleep was "fuck yall".

You woke up once again with weird cuffs on your wrists, but fortunately you weren't chained to the bed. You slowly got up from the bed and noiced two things: your hands were bandaged, making you confused as to what happened last night after you drank and both windows in the room had bars on it.

You managed to get up from the bed and walked to the door, your vision being a bit blurred as you looked around the room. You first walked to the window to see the bars and noticed how the bars were so close together and had such a small space between that even your finger couldn't pass through.

You then walked to the door and went to grab the doorknob but almost fell to the ground as you noticed too late that the doorknob was missing from the door. You quickly recovered and looked angrily at the door, punching it with all your strenght before realising that the cuffs were blocking your super-strenght when you felt an immense pain in your hand after you punched it and the door didn't fall down like you planned to.

You slowly retracted your hand from the door and started to pound the door with the other hand, yelling for Bruce and whoever lived in the fucking Manor, too angry and scared to care about the pain as your hand kept touching the door.

As you pounded on the door, you hoped that Alfred would come to save you from this room and explain why the hell you were stuck in a room with no way out, feeling trapped as minutes went by and no one came to explain what was happening and why you were trapped in that room.

You let out a huge sigh of relief when you heard footsteps coming your way and finally stopped pounding on the door, only now noticing the prints of blood on the door from your hand that was now bleeding profusely, making you almost cry as even slightly moving a finger brought you immense pain.

You looked up when you heard the door open and stared at Bruce and Alfred, who was holding a first aid kit, and moved to the side to let them enter, not wanting to fight until you knew why you were here.

You sat on a chair, who you now noticed was plastic, and let Alfred change the bandages on your hands while you stared at Bruce, waiting for an explanation before getting frustrated when he didn't say anything and just stared at you.

"What happened to me? Why are my hands bandaged?" you asked, staring directly at Bruce to hear his explanation, not remembering anything after you drank.

The man who you were told to call father just stared at you with a grim expression on his face "two days ago, after you snuck ou-" to which you interrupted him "I didn't sneak out, using those words would mean that you cared that I actually lived here and what these last 17 years showed me was that you don't care. Don't act like you do now".

You watched as the man acted like it didn't affect him but you knew that it did. You knew Bruce Wayne and he loves kids, you saw how he acted with Damian when he got hurt during patrol and how Jason once came home bleeding. You saw the man who you thought was heartless and didn't care about anyone cradle Jason's body as he carried him to the batcave, his face showing so many emotions that you never saw before.

You stayed silent as you watched him, giving an ok to Alfred when he asked if the bandages were too tight, still waiting for him to explain before sighing loudly when he just stared back at you.

"I went out to drink so what? Did I fight a gang member and somehow got so hurt that my hands need help healing?" you joked, wiggling your fingers to show your bandaged hands like it was something to be proud of.

To which Bruce seemed to get extremely mad about it "no, you decided to fight Black Mask after insulting him and ended up killing him. Damian and Cass had to sedate you as they thought you were a danger to yourself and to the civilians.".

After that you just stared at him before looking down at your own hands and looked at your knuckles who were staining your bandages since they were still bleeding. "So what? I didn't hurt someone innocent so why am I in a room with bars and no way out?" you asked angrily, not caring that you killed someone since you never viewed Black Mask as a person after everything you've seen him and his men do.

The man stared back at you "and this is exactly why you won't be let out until I know that you aren't a danger to the public" he said coldly and walked out with Alfred while you just stood there in shock.

You quickly ran to the door and started banging on it "NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! I AM AN ADULT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME" you yelled as you banged to it, ignoring how their footsteps started to sound so far away while you cried and yelled in the room.

[koroart]

Might clean this up later down the line but for rn a messy O’Hara bros doodle ✨

[tacagen]

anyways. how much do yall think quentin likes having a ✨Cape✨

[naavispider]

AhhhHH! I love his hair! (petition for them to re-film with this hairstyle) And his lil pyjama t-shirt 😭

Yes, Avatar 2 (and fics of it) made me draw again. Drunk Spider is from @naavispider‘s story (chapter 37), so good! Thank you for the inspiration. Let me join the Spider artists club, plz. Y’all are amazing.

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

Crime that I can't marry my followers to each other, these two have done nothing but act like the most smitten husbands ever and I can't wed them together?! Smh my fucking head

[cage-cat-yt]

Multifandom art dump what 🤯

I saw 5 cats on my walk today and I pet 3 of them, it was quite nice if I say so myself ^^ and I realize now that I have 8 days until band camp which is scary 😭

Also as of posting happy birthday Helve 💥

Anyway thanks for reading! Remember to self care and hydrate and I hope you have a good day :3

[cheapbourbon]

It’s a blazing 107 where I live right now, I’ve had nothing to drink but Smirnoff ice and haven’t slept in 30 hours- have some more sappy Jake Lockley/Miguel O’Hara art.

Bonus tiny Bird-Dad with his moon.

[naavispider]

All I’m saying is, imagine cuddly drunk Spider. That would be ADORABLE!!!

"But dad," Spider groaned, eyes wide. The very image of mockery.

The words twisted something deep within Quaritch, uncomfortably.

Spider was shoved onto his duvet, looking anything but ready to sleep. The soft sea wind blew through both of them, sending a shiver down Spider's spine.

"Now lay down," Quaritch encouraged.

But the boy just stared up at him, grinning in disobedience.

"Spider," Quaritch growled, frustration working its way through his voice, covering the kid in its catch.

"Okay, ok'y, jeeesus..." Spider began, but he was still grinning. Hmm. Quaritch grabbed his jacket from his nearby pack and threw it over Spider. For a moment the kid disappeared completely under the material.

"Y'tryna smother me or somethin'?" Came the familiar voice from under the folds of fabric. "I'll have you f'r that..."

Quaritch rolled his eyes but didn't rise to it. "Stay here, stay down, and go to sleep."

Spider tucked his head out from under the jacket, so only his face was visible. "Uh-huh," he mumbled. "I'm definitely gonna do that."

Not thrilled by this response, Quaritch stood and wandered back to where Lyle, Savine, Mansk and the rest were sitting around the fire.

"You back with us Colonel? Shall I deal you in?" Lyle called, his face lighting up. Mansk still had his sunglasses on, despite the darkness of the hour.

Quaritch nodded as he glanced a stressed look over to Spider's makeshift bed. The kid was still there, staring at him intently, smiling maniacally, as if constantly on the edge of a laugh. It almost freaked Quaritch out.

"He looks stoned," Savine said as she followed Quaritch's gaze. "What's wrong with him?"

Quaritch pursed his lips, thankful that whatever it was would wear off by morning. "I don't know... What are we playing?" he asked to change the subject, and to take his mind off the horror movie child still staring evilly across the deck.

"Blackjack," Savine replied. "You sure you're in?"

"Deal the cards!" Quaritch irked. Why did Savine always think he sucked at card games?

She did as he said, and the recoms picked up their hands, assessing their first plays. Quaritch his poker face into position, watching his squad carefully. It was Fike to go first.

The rounds passed tensely, and before Quaritch knew it, his thoughts had drifted away from his drunkard sun. It was difficult to play betting games on Pandora, since money wasn't in USD but tokens, to be spent in Bridgehead - their own Pandoran form of currency. Tokens were electronic of course, linked to their ID cards, so Lyle had the tablet out to take count of the numbers. After half an hour, Quaritch was doing reasonably well. That was until-

"He has an ace!"

Quaritch spun round furiously as Spider ran back from his reach to go and hide behind behind Lyle. "You bastard kid!" He groaned.

Wainfleet looked stunned to be Spider's choice of refuge at spoiling Quaritch's shot at the game, but Quaritch knew the sucker was secretly loving it. Nevertheless, Lyle quickly covered his own hand from the boy, raising his arm in shock as Spider buried his way into the recom's side. He looked to Qauritch as if to say 'I don't know, please don't blame me for this.'

Savine and Fike roared with laughter.

"I'm sorry!" Spider screeched, provoking even a chuckle from Mansk.

"You just ruined my wins..." Quaritch glared over the circle.

Spider buried deeper into Wainfleet's side, hiding his face even as he tried to control his laughter. Kid wasn't sorry.

"I should just throw him overboard..." he muttered darkly.

"Noooo!" Spider wailed. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He held his hands up in attempt to show his remorse, but it was utterly ruined by the splutters of laughter he was trying to repress.

Anger flashed in Quaritch's eyes.

"Please don't throw me overboard, I can't swim! What d'you want? I c'n give you my food rations?"

"Those are our food rations."

Spider's eyes widened even further, and then an incredible idea seemed to cross him. "I'll give you my jacket!"

Quaritch sagged his shoulders as Savine struggled to stem the tears flowing from her eyes.

The kid was beyond reasoning with.

"Spider, come here," Savine managed to get out.

Spider eyed her warily, before ducking out from the safety of Wainfleet's protection. She patted the space next to her. "Come on, you can be on my team."

Spider's face lit up as he realised she was inviting him into the game.

"But no more ruining cards for people, okay?" she said reproachfully.

Spider raised his hand in a salute, before turning to Quaritch and grinning at him from across the circle.

"I do not believe this..." Quaritch angrily threw down his hand. He stalked over to his tablet, thinking that now he was excluded from the game he might as well get some work done.

The next time he looked up at the circle, Spider was on Savine's leg, looking more and more like a young child as the night wore on. She had wrapped an arm around his middle, sometimes bouncing him to keep him occupied when the game slowed.

Eventually, the kid's eyes began to close. From the way Spider shook his head and crawled closer to her, she'd obviously suggested that he go to bed. Quaritch couldn't help the warmth spreading from his chest at the sight of Spider hugging her chest as a toddler would cling to be carried. He waited a few more minutes to give the kid enough time to get properly sleepy, before approaching Savine and giving her the look that said, 'pass him to me'.

She gripped the dozing Spider under his arms and lifted him up so Quaritch could replace her hold on him. He brought Spider into the same hold she had used on him. Spider shifted as Quaritch pulled him close.

"Whaty'doin?" he grumbled.

"Taking you to bed," Quaritch replied as he raised a hand to cup Spider's head close to his neck. He almost didn't want to put him down. He stood for a minute longer than was strictly necessary, ten wandered to the ship's railing, looking out at the black ocean. He panicked when Spider brought his legs up to wrap around his waist. Shit. Quaritch closed his eyes, trying to lower his clamouring heartbeat at the realisation that the kid was just snuggling closer to him.

He shifted Spider closer and higher in his arms, staring into the darkness of the waves, holding his boy close. He never wanted this moment to end.

[doodleferp]

I’ve been slacking on talking about Cara and Miguel, which is horrendous. Here’s a bunch of silly sketches, including drunk Miguel, Black Hat O’Hara and the painfully-Caucasian Miguel from the comics

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

One day Neteyam is in his room texting Ao’nung and he locked the door for like the first time ever for some privacy so he can giggle and twirl his braids and kick his feet at his phone. Then this agitating grating sound comes, which is a knock on the door. He ignores it but then his texts with Ao’nung are interrupted by a text from Lo’ak:

Lo’ak open ur door

Neteyam: for what? 

Lo’ak: so we can come in??? 

Neteyam:  who is we?? 

Lo’ak: me, Spider, Kiri, and Tuk. 

Neteyam: why do you need to be in my room? 

At this point Spider has finished picking the lock, and the reason is just that they were bored. 

[bluemadnessstuff]

Miguel fic idea ( Fluff):

Spiders get drunk off coffee, and Miguel had a *wonderful* way discovering that it still affects him.

He accidentally drank coffee after avoiding it for so long, during his drunk shenanigans he called reader over to his office and accidentally confessed to them ( reader is a spider person ofc), before they manage to get a word in he just passed out :/

By the time he woke up, they were next to him and ready to tell him about what happened, and that they like him too ( and too never drink coffee in the spider society again )

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Miguel: I don't understand how he's getting all these parts! Everything I construct - it goes missing. I have eyes on him at all times and yet he's still evading me!! And I know it's him. Lyla, this is ridiculous. What the hell is Hobie planning-

Disco-Spider Diane with twenty different multiverse watch parts under her wig: damn that's crazy. maybe he's just smarter than you?? Idk... I'm just a stupid girl don't look at me...