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itsytinyspiders · 1 year ago

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(Part 5)

Can we take a moment to appreciate that we have an added scene for Louis? Louis deserves to have a happy moment, watching the ecstatic townsfolk chatting about the Moriarty’s lowered rent.

Of course, he does leave the market as William comes in to chat with the fruit seller, as he wasn’t present during this interaction.

In the manga, when Michelle asks for grapefruits, we can clearly her sneering down at Burton who was kneeling next to the stall. In this light, her request for grapefruits was meant to hurt her husband, as if reminding him that he’s the reason her child is dead.

On the stage, Burton is further away from the stall – Michelle might have only seen him when she turned to thank William. And as Michelle turned to leave after learning that the grapefruits were cultivated by her husband, Burton tries to speak to her or plead with her, but he doesn’t get a word in as Michelle tell him, to his face, that “things grown on that dirty land…”, implying that the literal fruits of his labor are disgusting.

This Michelle is more proactive in her anger against Burton, and Burton is also actively trying to reach out to her. This is in contrast to the manga versions, with a passive-aggressive Michelle and a defeated Burton. The anime plays up Michelle’s mental state, what with her preparing three seats at the table because she saw her child in a dream, whereas Burton only tries to get through to her when he perceives that she’s going too far.

I think part of their different portrayals stem from the flashback where the Burtons beg Baron Dublin for help. In the manga, Dublin is portrayed as jovial on the surface but also cruel and entitled, much like in the anime. He is dismissive towards the pleading Burtons who are merely his tenants, since there’s no reason for a nobleman like him to care for the prattle of the sheep. His question about how much the Burtons are willing to pay for water is meant to summarize how much worth he thinks their lives (and the life of their son) has.

In the anime, Dublin threatens to fire the husband from his position as gardener if they don’t stop bothering him. Perhaps Baron Dublin believes Burton is trying to get undue benefits because he is a servant of the estate, and thus feels the need to threaten his livelihood lest he gets more ideas. Burton reacted to the threat by stopping Michelle from protesting further, which then becomes the main issue in their marriage. Michelle hates the baron, certainly, but being betrayed by the person who is meant to stand by you and watching your son die as a consequence of that betrayal is a much harder blow than being dismissed because of your status.

In the stageplay, Baron Dublin is still merely their landlord, as in the manga. The differences mainly lie in how he expresses himself. For example, he tells them off from trying to enter the main entrance because they recently renovated it, citing how costly it was. (A callback to when William and Louis first arrived at the Moriarty mansion perhaps?)

Then, when Michelle asks for medicine, or even water, Baron Dublin gets down on one knee, mockingly asking her how much she is willing to pay. He makes it clear that he does not care for them, but he does so in a comedic/mocking manner, as if they were only bothering him because they were too stupid to understand their difference in status and wealth.

Gotta love the “James Moriarty” shot, especially right after William gets his first Durham request. Again, the light used for Will is different from his brothers, accentuating his role as the protagonist.

And Albert’s eager expression here, as he suggests having dinner together to Baron Dublin. Tell me Albert, are you excited for the meal, or are you excited to deliver punishment? You look like a child in the candy store.

I think this picture shows his eagerness even more clearly.

Honestly, this is the most “you know you want to” face I’ve ever seen on this character.

“Come into my parlor,” said the spider to the fly.

In the dinner sequence, the actors walk around stage, only for the spotlight to shine on different characters with every ticking sound. I especially like the shot of William with Burton and this one with Louis pouring Michelle a glass of wine.

Most of the dinner scene is the same as in the manga, so I will skip over most of the conversation. That said, I appreciate the composition of this scene, with William standing in the foreground in front of a fallen Baron Dublin and the kneeling Burtons. Again, Albert and Louis are in the background – passive observers of William’s play.

I might talk about this further in my later manga versus anime comparison, but the fact that William straight up calls him self a “crime consultant” in Baron Dublin’s face and explains the necessity of a perfect crime means that he never intended to let the baron live.

This scene in the stage play serves as a better callback than the one in the manga, in my opinion. The reason is because this perfectly mirrors Baron Dublin’s earlier scene with Michelle, hand on the shoulder included. In the manga, William is instead looking down on the fallen baron, putting more emphasis on the change in the power dynamics.

Oh, but I do like how William asks the Burtons for their opinion on how to deal with the baron. By taking a seat next to them, he is again reaffirming that he is their ally and the framing even implies that he would shield them if necessary.

The scene goes black for a few moments after this, while a mournful rendition of the stage’s main theme is played, ending with the sound of a large bell.

What follows is Baron Burton writing his will, with Louis watching him from behind. Naturally, this is where the baron’s comment about Louis looking like a younger him comes back full circle: “Louis, I am your father. …Just kidding.” *sticks out his tongue*

Poor Louis. First his introduction, and now this…

Welp, medicine sure helps a person go down, eh Baron Dublin?

Can we just appreciate Albert acting like nothing is wrong? Still smiling and hand outstretched, not a single thought for the falling man in front of him.

Can we also appreciate Michelle continuing to eat her meal like a boss, ignoring the baron pitifully trying to get up by holding onto the table?

Final scene of the One Grapefruit Pie arc.

One small thing to note is the presence of the grapefruit, which has appeared from the moment Burton gave it as a gift to the baron and until now, next to Burton’s knees. While the play doesn’t elaborate on its importance, particularly in relation to their dead child, the audience knows that Burton cultivated these grapefruits and that Michelle liked them enough to buy some, despite their landlord trying to suck them dry. Even with only that, it’s not too much of a stretch to assume that Burton grew these grapefruits for Michelle – it’s his way of making amends to her.

And that’s a wrap for the Grapefruit arc, at 37 minutes!

#morisute case 1 #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #the one grapefruit pie #morisute reaction

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robininthelabyrinth · 5 years ago

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i keep thinking about all the yiling patriarch!jiang cheng aus out there and it got me curious: what wild canon divergences would have to happen for it to be jiang yanli who becomes the yiling matriarch? (she doesn’t use a flute, she just asks politely probably) and what would be the eventual fallout of that?

It was Wei Wuxian’s idea, of course.

Jiang Yanli’s big didi was brilliant and talented beyond measure, as reckless and impertinent in his thoughts as he was in every other way, just as her little didi was earnest and soft-hearted and dutiful, the outlines of the serious man he’d become when he grew up just barely visible underneath the baby fat that still lingered in his cheeks.

It was Wei Wuxian’s idea, but it was Jiang Cheng that made Jiang Yanli decide to use it.

Both of her brothers got invitations to sit in on important sect meetings, as senior disciple and presumptive heir; Wei Wuxian apparently made good contributions during the meetings and forgot about them immediately afterwards, while Jiang Cheng listened intently and then worried for days.

“The Wen sect is becoming more and more of a threat,” Jiang Cheng told her late at night when she was making him something to settle his upset stomach – he was like a little bird, with anxiety enough to put him off his seed. “Mother and Father are fighting over how much they need to react, since technically they haven’t come into Yunmeng…”

“Technically?”

“We never signed agreements with those clans, but we’ve been all but responsible for them anyway.” He put his head down on the table, sighing. “What happens if they come here?”

“A-Xian says they won’t dare.”

“He’s just repeating what Father says. I don’t know. Maybe they don’t dare now, but – what if they do, one day?”

Jiang Yanli took after her father in most aspects, but she was still her mother’s daughter: while she comforted Jiang Cheng and told him not to worry, filled him up with warm soup and hugged him until he smiled again, the thought lingered. What if, indeed. Her brothers would need to fight, of course. Her two babies raising up swords against human beings instead of evil creatures; her mother would use Zidian, of course, and her father had his sword, and she –

Jiang Yanli was not un-self-aware. She was an indifferent cultivator, with below-average skills at the sword – good enough to pass basic muster, but not much more than that. Her talismans were about the same, decent but not inspiring, and she could only produce an average number before she exhausted her spiritual energy. She had a golden core, but it was weak, just like she was weak.

She wouldn’t be able to defend her home. To defend her brothers.

And there was nothing she could do about it –

That was when she remembered Wei Wuxian’s silly little idea, the one that had gotten him in so much trouble at the Cloud Recesses, that he’d told her all about in great detail when he’d returned home: to use resentful energy the way they used spiritual energy.

(“– and then poor Nie Huaisang said it would be helpful to someone like him, who formed his core later; he doesn’t have much spiritual energy, so he gets tired easily, but if it’s not his energy he’s using, he wouldn’t be held back by the limits of his own cultivation –”)

Jiang Yanli pursed her lips in thought.

Wei Wuxian had only sketched out the basic idea, without going forward to think of ways to implement the idea – after all, it was all well and good to say you could find a way to channel tremendous external energy into something usable, but another thing entirely to actually do it. It would be as tricky as catching lightning from the sky and using it as a whip.

In other words, it was time to ask her mother for help.

To say that Yu Ziyuan disapproved would be an understatement, but Jiang Yanli knew her mother well: she waited until the initial rant was completed and then pointed out, quietly, that she didn’t have any other means with which to defend herself – and that would leave her at the non-existent mercy of the Wen sect.

Her mother froze. “…I could give you Zidian,” she finally said, but from the expression on her face, even she knew that that wouldn’t work: Zidian required both a strong golden core and a certain knack, a talent that Jiang Cheng had and Jiang Yanli lacked; there had never been any question between the two of them as to who would inherit Zidian. “Or we could buy more talismans –”

“And when the talismans we buy run out? I can’t replenish them myself. But if we try my way, I won’t have to rely on A-Xian or A-Cheng – a-niang, just think about how I’d feel if they got hurt trying to save me! And all because I don’t have a knack for cultivating!”

Her mother sighed. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll help you figure out how it could work in practice, rather than in theory. But it’s only for emergencies, you understand? What you’re suggesting comes very close to demonic cultivation – if you use human-generated resentful energy, it is demonic cultivation – and using that too much damages the body, affects the temperament.”

“Just for emergencies,” Jiang Yanli promised.

“And don’t tell A-Cheng or Wei Wuxian about it,” her mother insisted. “Can you imagine the trouble those two would get into with something like this?”

Jiang Yanli covered her mouth to try to keep from giggling. “A-Xian would probably restyle himself to match the aesthetic – wearing Demon Cultivating Robes, under Demon Cultivating Hair, that he left in a pile on the Demon Cultivating Bed –”

“From which he rested on the Pillow of Evil, no doubt,” her mother agreed, looking amused despite herself. “And your brother would end up trying to keep a small legion of fierce corpses as pets because he felt too bad about sending them back into the earth after having used them.”

“He’d give them names,” Jiang Yanli said, giggling harder. “Princess, or Buttercup –”

“And he’d hide them very badly in a closet or something, too. Do you remember the nest of juvenile fisher hawks that he hid in the armory? They nearly fell on my head –”

“Of course I remember. You nearly stepped on poor little Cloudpuff.”

“Don’t remind me!”

They had two years to work on it, their own little mother-daughter bonding time – the boys ran away in mock fright at the mere suggestion of girly stuff – and Jiang Yanli felt that she and her mother had never been closer. They could even, for the first time, go on night-hunts together, Jiang Yanli summoning corpses with a crook of her finger and a gentle hum while her mother cut them down with her sword or with Zidian.

It was so much fun that Jiang Yanli almost forgot why they’d started it in the first place.

And then, very suddenly, it all became real.

Jiang Yanli was at Meishan, visiting her grandmother, when the Wen sect attacked, but word spread quickly – the Lotus Pier ravaged, the sect leader and his wife both dead, their children missing…

“We have to hide you at once,” her grandmother said after they’d passed through the first flush of grief, her face still wet with tears. “They’ll be coming here next –”

“You will tell them that I am not here,” Jiang Yanli said, and stood up, wiping her own eyes. “Because I won’t be. I’m going back to the Lotus Pier.”

“A-Li! If you do that, they’ll catch you – have you heard what the Wen sect does to female cultivators –”

“Mother and Father are dead at their hands,” Jiang Yanli said. “They must be avenged.”

“Your brother will do that! That boy, Wei Wuxian, he will –”

“I will not let them bear that burden alone,” Jiang Yanli said. “Keep everyone here safe for me, okay?”

She made it back just in time to see Jiang Cheng, her little A-Cheng, the baby she held in her tiny arms less than a shichen after he’d been born, the one she clothed and fed and cared for all these years, being dragged into the main hall by Wen sect cultivators, his face pale with fear.

Wen Chao was sitting in her father’s chair, playing with the sect’s discipline whip. “I’ve always wondered if this thing was as bad as they say. Let’s try it out on him,” he ordered, grinning lazily. “And then Wen Zhuliu can melt his golden core, and we can try it again – to see if there’s any difference in using it on a cultivator and on a regular person.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t plead for mercy, not even as they forced him down to kneel, even as his shoulders shook under their hands – Jiang Yanli turned her face away, nodded at the young Wen cultivator that had snuck her in this far (Wen Ning, she thought his name was), and raised her hands to do what she had to do.

The Wen sect had been lazy in the immediate aftermath of their victory: they hadn’t bothered to either bury or burn the corpses of her Jiang sect cultivators, her shidi and shimei, her martial aunts and uncles; they’d only tossed them outside into a giant pit to be dealt with later.

They were going to regret that.

“Jiejie!” Jiang Cheng cried out when he saw her rushing over to his side: he was bleeding, and badly, from the marks of the whip, but Wen Zhuliu hadn’t had a chance to destroy his core yet, having been distracted by the sight of the Violet Spider risen up from the dead in defiance of all soul-calming rituals.

(Jiang Yanli knew her mother well enough to know that she would forgive the use of her corpse if it resulted in her ripping out Wen Zhuliu’s core with her bare hands, using the elongated nails of a fierce corpse, a fearsome red-clad ghost dressed in purple. They would put her to rest later in the same coffin as her husband.)

“It’s okay, A-Cheng,” Jiang Yanli said, petting his hair. “It’s okay – jiejie’s here. I’ll keep you safe.”

Wen Ning ended up being the little brother of Wen Qing, who he somehow managed to summon – the famous doctor lived up to her reputation and didn’t so much as blink at being escorted into the main room by fierce corpses in order to care for Jiang Cheng’s wounds. Jiang Yanli was pretty sure that she’d seen her deliberately stepping on Wen Chao’s corpse on her way in, too, so she wasn’t worried.

“No one can know that I was involved,” Wen Qing said, finishing up stitching together Jiang Cheng’s chest and resetting his collarbone. He was out cold, and there were medicines that would work as painkillers for when he woke up. “I have to keep my family safe, too.”

“You were never here, this never happened,” Jiang Yanli agreed. “If you ever decide that the Wen sect is a losing proposition, come to me and I’ll remember this favor.”

Wen Qing eyed some of the fierce corpses standing as guards. “I’ll remember that.”

There was some yelling outside, a familiar voice. Jiang Yanli tilted her head to the side and smiled. “That’ll be A-Xian. He can help sneak you out of our borders without anyone the wiser – no one knows the ins and out of the Lotus Pier better than he does.”

She went out and found Wen Ning trying to talk down a wild-eyed Wei Wuxian, who apparently was on familiar terms with him. Not really a surprise: Wei Wuxian was friendly with everybody.

“A-Xian!” she called.

“Shijie?! What are you doing here? Are you okay – are you safe – did you see Jiang Cheng –”

“It’s okay,” she said. “All the bad Wens are dead; Wen Ning and his sister – and their subordinates – are helping us. A-Cheng is injured, but he’ll heal.”

Wei Wuxian sat down abruptly, all the tension in his body replaced by a mixture of relief and the remnants of his despair. “I only went away for a moment to get some food,” he said, and put his head in his hands. “I only looked away for a moment…”

Jiang Yanli sat next to him and wrapped her arms around him. “You did your best, A-Xian. That’s all that can be asked of you.”

“But – Madame Yu said –”

Jiang Yanli could guess what her mother had probably said.

“Of course you need to take care of A-Cheng,” she said, and let him bury his head in her shoulder. “He’s your didi, isn’t he? Just like he’s mine, and you’re mine, too; it’s our responsibility as older siblings to take care of the younger ones. He’s going to need our help a lot more now that he has to be sect leader.”

Wei Wuxian sniffled. “I told him I’d support him when he became sect leader – that we’d be the twin heroes of Yunmeng, just like the twin jades of the Lan sect. I just didn’t think…not so soon! And now there’s barely any Jiang sect left!”

“My little heroes,” Jiang Yanli said, and kissed his forehead. “It’ll be okay. The Wen sect may have attacked the Lotus Pier, but there are plenty of Jiang sect cultivators who weren’t here – we have them, and we can recruit more.”

He nodded, then paused. “Uh, shijie – a question.”

“Yes?”

“The fierce corpses everywhere…”

“We’ll need to lay them to rest after we’re done,” Jiang Yanli said firmly. Her mother had insisted on that: demonic cultivation encouraged bad tendencies, sloppiness, and the only way to deal with that degradation of spirit was with discipline and righteousness. If possible, she should prefer non-human spirits; human corpses could be used, but only to the degree necessary, and then they had to be laid to rest with honor, as they deserved – furthermore, if at all possible, they should only be summoned from those that would have willingly given up their bodies to help the endeavor in question, rather than using tormenting their spirits by using them against their friends and family.

Somehow, Jiang Yanli didn’t think there would be a problem finding victims of the Wen sect to help.

“But how did you do it?” Wei Wuxian wanted to know. “They listen to you –”

“I’m manipulating their resentful energy,” she explained. “Based on the idea you initially had at the Cloud Recesses – what? Don’t look at me like that, didi; I did tell you I thought it was a good idea.”

“But demonic cultivation is bad for you! It affects the temperament, the body, the heart…”

“Mother used to say that my temperament could probably stand to be a bit worse,” Jiang Yanli said, feeling her eyes go hot as tears threatened. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “Don’t worry, didi. We came up with a bunch of rules to try to make it easier and less harmful to use…I’m not a sword cultivator like you and A-Cheng; it’s not my strength. But I can do this, and I won’t be helpless against the Wen sect.”

Wei Wuxian hugged her, clearly terrified by the thought. “Never mind what I said. It’s a good idea.”

Jiang Yanli smiled. “I know. You’ll help me come up with more ways to use it, right? You and A-Cheng – you always did come up with the craziest things when you were together, even more than you alone.”

“Of course!” There was the Wei Wuxian she knew and loved: forgetting pain – or at least, putting it aside – as soon as he had something concrete to work on. “How do you do it? Music? I’d been thinking of using musical manipulation –”

“Sometimes I hum? Mostly it’s just willpower – sometimes gestures, like saluting. It works better if the resentful spirits feel appreciated.”

Wei Wuxian blinked at her. “Appreciated?”

“Everyone likes to feel appreciated, A-Xian.”

“I suppose so,” he said, then shook his head. “Whatever you say is right, shijie.”

“Of course she’s right,” Jiang Cheng croaked from inside the room – he’d stumbled over to the door, and both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli immediately rushed over to help him back to his bed. “Jiejie’s always right…jiejie, what do we do next?”

��Don’t look at me!” she objected. “You’re sect leader; you decide. I’m just here to support you.”

Jiang Cheng nodded. “We have to fight back against the Wen sect,” he said. His voice was raspy with pain and the remnants of screaming: Wei Wuxian lifted a cup of tea to his lips at once. “The way the Nie sect is…the Lan sect, too; I think Father mentioned that Lan Wangji was doing a lot of travelling. Wei Wuxian, you got close to him when you were at the Xuanwu cave. Can you go find him? Tell him we need his help, and the help of any other sects he can help us recruit.”

Wei Wuxian nodded. “You sure you don’t need me here..?”

“There won’t be a ‘here’ if we don’t get people together, and fast – we killed one of Wen Ruohan’s sons. As soon as I’m better, I’m going to go find people for the Jiang sect, whether cultivators who weren’t here or new ones. And shijie…”

“What can I do?”

Jiang Cheng lifted his finger to point at the corpses, which he hadn’t even questioned. “We need more of those. A lot more of those. An army of them.”

Jiang Yanli frowned. “Where am I supposed to find an army worth of dead people? I was planning on picking up resentful souls of the Wen sect’s victims as we went, but that’ll be incremental, not an army…”

“Actually,” Wei Wuxian said. “I have an idea. Have you ever heard of the Burial Mounds in Yiling…?”

#mdzs #jiang yanli #madame yu #yu ziyuan #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wen ning #wen qing #my fic #my fics #yes she just asks nicely #Anonymous

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Adam Maitland

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I would most definitely write about your meeting story and him having a crush on you in more detail, if anyone's interested.)

- You met Adam while applying for a job at his shop. He was delightfully surprised when a pretty little thing like you walked in and inquired about the help wanted sign out front. His face immediately brightened and he ushered you into the back for an impromptu interview.

- There weren’t many applicants to begin with and after seeing you, he just couldn’t get you out of his head so he decided that he had no choice but to hire you; and boy was he glad he did.

- The two of you act more like friends or flirty coworkers than a boss and his employee. Adam is a fun guy to be around, he doesn’t usually take things to seriously, and the shop is never very busy so you have a lot of time to goof off with each other.

- Since you’re the only two people working there, you spend a lot of time together and become close fairly quickly. By the end of your first month on the job, you consider him a friend and he considers you his dream woman.

- He asks you out about three or four months after he hires you. He doesn’t want you to think that you only got the job because he’s interested in you and he wants to make sure that he really does like you, the whole you, before he jumps to any decision.

- But anyways~ The two of you were closing up shop when he asked if you’d like to have dinner with him. Adam’s a handsome man, a sweet handsome man who treats you better than anyone you’ve ever met, so; even though dating your boss may not be the best idea you’ve ever had, you take the plunge and agree.

- He comes to pick you up at around six and, in no time at all, the two of you are sat at his dining room table, eating a delicious home cooked meal.

- In the middle of dinner, his models come up in conversation and he shyly asks if you’d like to see them after you express interest in his work. Soon enough, you’re traveling up his stairs and entering the attic where he’s got the whole city display. He loves the way your eyes light up upon seeing it, especially after he turns on all of the lights.

- He laughs quietly and shrugs when you call it amazing, modestly downplaying how talented he is. But you won’t allow that, insisting that “No, really. It’s wonderful” and quietly adding that he’s really wonderful.

- When you turn to look him, he’s gazing at you with a much more serious expression on his face; serious but soft at the same time. Your eyes meet his and you stand still as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you.

- His face nears yours until his lips are only inches away from yours. He hesitates for a lingering moment before he finally leans forward and kisses you. It’s gentle at first but it soon turns into something much more passionate, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands splay themselves across your back.

- When you pull away, you’re both near breathless and aren’t sure of what to say. He breaks the silence by cracking a small smile and suggesting that maybe the two of you should keep the shop closed tomorrow. All you can do is smile, shake your head, and pull him into another kiss.

- Formal and sweet Pda. Adam likes showing people that you’re together; and just giving you affection in general, but he doesn’t like getting too intimate when you’re in public.

- When Pda is happening, it’s that juvenile, puppy-love type of pda where you’re just always smiling at each other, exchanging quick kisses and lovingly touching each other.

- He has a slightly strange fondness for being able to fix things on you for you, like if you have something on your face or your hairs getting in the way; things like that. He’ll gently sort it out, a small smile tugging at his lips the entire time.

- He likes keeping his arm around your waist. He’s practically always glued to your side because of it.

- Handholding. He has a habit of reaching out and grabbing for you whenever he can.

- Neck kisses, he adores hearing you giggle as his lips tickle your skin. He knows all of your sensitive spots and uses them against you; he’s evil.

- Piggyback rides.

- He likes to lift you up in his hugs. A lot of the time, he’ll pull you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist and he can plop you down on something beneath him and kiss the hell out of you.

- The two of you like to goof of with each other, always teasing and messing around. He’s pretty fond of playing little tricks/jokes on you and/or fake wrestling, though he makes sure to be gentle with you.

- Getting pulled into kisses. He likes pulling you down into his lap or back against the couch and caging you in so he can get a proper smooch.

- Once you get one kiss, you can’t get enough. He won’t let you go until he’s had at least three.

- He enjoys nights in with you over any other kind of date. He likes simplicity and is a bit of an introvert at heart so being able to just have some relaxing alone time with you is a dream come true.

- Pulling off his glasses so you can kiss him better. He always smiles against your lips whenever you do, he thinks it’s the greatest.

- Getting called things like honey, hon, and sweetheart. He talks to you like he’s your1950s husband, and you know what? You can’t complain.

- Sitting with your legs in his lap whenever you’re talking or watching television on the couch.

- Sitting and watching him work on his models. Sometimes he’ll ask you to help him or to fetch him something that he needs from the other side of the room. You always get a kiss in return.

- Cute comments. He always says the sweetest things to you.

- He’s sorta clingy. It doesn’t matter what either of you are doing, he just likes having you around him at all times. He can never get enough of your company.

- He’s a blanket hog and; oftentimes, tosses and turns in his sleep so the two of you don’t really stay cuddled for long. But when you fall asleep, you’re either cradled in each others arms or being the little spoon to his big spoon.

- Playful massages when you’re stressed. He’ll place a kiss on your shoulder while making a joke, moving his strong hands across your shoulders and trying to ease the tension that resides there.

- He’s always making sure you’re alright and comforting you when you’ve had a rotten day. He hates seeing you upset and always tries his best to cheer you up.

- You never have to feel insecure about something when you’re around him. He loves you; every messed up and flawed part of you.

- Lets hear it for all you tall girls who are reading this~ Adam loves you. He’s six foot himself so it isn’t an issue for him; not that it would bother him if he was shorter.

- Chasing each other around the house.

- Getting each other gifts for random occasions.

- Sitting by the fire together.

- Dancing; albeit clumsily, with each other.

- Stealing his flannels. His frustration upon finding them missing immediately disappears when he walks in on you wearing them.

- Taking walks around town. He has a lot of friends in the town and always says hello to them whenever he’s out with you so people are usually very kind to you, even if you haven’t ever really spoken to them before.

- Drive-in movies. He’s very fond of them, especially when they play oldies.

- Going out and getting milkshakes; there’s an old diner in town that he loves bringing you to. I don’t know, something about him just screams adorably old fashioned, at least when it comes to dating.

- You’ll never have to worry about dealing with spiders on your own again. He genuinely likes them and not the small, baby one’s either, we’re talking the huge, hairy ones that could make a person pass out from fear.

- He owns a hardware store so you know he knows how to fix whatever's wrong with your house. Picture this~ Adam in a tank top and jeans, hair a mess, and a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead and arms. …What more could a woman ask for?

- He isn’t the most fond of driving so you’re probably the one who takes the keys when the two of you go somewhere. He likes taking the time to watch you, the way your face changes, the shape of your hands wrapped around the steering wheel. How did he manage to get the most beautiful girl on the planet?

- Soft, sweet kisses. He’s usually pretty gentle with you but he can definitely get a little rougher when things get heated.

- Teasing each other. He likes saying jokingly hypocritical things and covering your mouth or insisting that “it’s different” when you try to correct him, all the while failing to hold back his laughter.

- Talking about conspiracy theories and cryptids. He believes in bigfoot, we all know that, but what else does he believe in? What do you believe in? He wants to know.

- Little drives around town. He likes going out and getting some fresh air with you, sometimes running errands or just wandering for the sake of wandering.

- He’s a pushover for you. Anything you want will; most likely, be given to you just because he can’t look you in your beautiful eyes and say no.

- You don't really expect it from him but Adam can get surprisingly jealous when it comes to you though you live in a somewhat small town so there isn’t too many people to be jealous of. Regardless, when he’s jealous, he’ll interrupt and drag you away from the person or snap at them, especially if they don’t get the hint.

- He’s when it comes to you, always butting in when he see’s someone or something is bothering you and taking matters into his own hands. He’ll bluntly tell them to buzz off, leaving no room for negotiation as he steers you away from them or blocks their access to you.

- He’s your rock. Whenever you’re scared, all you’ll have to do is grab hold of him and he’ll take the lead, acting tough so that you feel a little reassurance, even if he’s just as scared as you are.

- You and Adam don’t really fight all too often, he’s completely smitten with you so everything you do is wonderful to him. Plus, you just get along really well so there really isn’t anything to argue about.

- If you ever did have a fight, you’d probably just bicker, maybe raise your voices a little; mainly out of frustration or stress from outside forces. After a little bit of arguing, he’d snap his mouth shut and just go “this is stupid” before calmly trying to explain himself.

- As I said before, Adam usually realizes that the fights you have are sort of pointless and shuts them down fairly quickly. He’ll apologize for whatever it is he did to upset you and then try to reason with you like “two adults”. It doesn't take long before the issue is resolved.

- The two of you always seem to be in that puppy love/honeymoon stage no matter how long you’ve been together so saying “I love you” is very commonplace in your relationship. He’s constantly saying it and so are you; its just how the two of you are with each other.

- I have to say this~ he would be the best dad in the universe and that’s a fact. You saw the way he was with Lydia, he’s the adorable, push-over, goofy dad that you can always trust to help you.

- He’s already planning your future together. He loves you with all his heart and probably bought a ring a month into your relationship, already convinced that you were the one.

#adam maitland imagine #adam maitland headcanons #adam maitland headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #Beetlejuice imagine #Beetlejuice headcanons #Beetlejuice headcanon

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thebibliomancer · 4 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #236: “I Want to Be an Avenger!”

October, 1983

Spider-Man -- An Avenger -- ?

Y’know, march of time and all that but this doesn’t seem as surprising as it once did.

Not much to say about this cover. It doesn’t have a lot to say about the issue other than ‘SPIDER-MAN INSIDE’ but boy does it say it.

But, oh, the logo changed and its snazzy! I quite like it!

So recent going-onses for the Avengers. Thor and Iron Man quit the team for personal business. Hawkeye broke his leg and is on medical forced-to-leave. Scarlet Witch and Vision were called in as reservists and Vision immediately got damaged by a crossover and has been in a robot-coma ever since. Starfox joined the team.

But in more positive news, they totally kicked the Wizard’s ass last issue and it cheered everyone up.

So the issue starts on a lazy summer day.

Scarlet Witch is on monitor duty, scanning for any ‘this looks like a job for the Avengers’ type calls. And multi-tasking by also thinking of her tubed husband.

Captain America takes his turn standing watch over the comatose synthezoid.

And for some reason, Cap leaning on the tube like that cracks me up.

Starfox spends his downtime trying to hit on Wasp.

His pickup line is so bad.

Wasp finds it charming in its misapprehension although it could also be the sexy beams Starfox emits from his brain.

And She-Hulk is taking a bath in a large barrel in the Avengers’ rec center, which they have. Maybe its the super hot bath?

She(-Hulk)’s also multi-tasking by looking up apartment listings while she soaks but finds that everything on the NY listings is either too small or too ritzy.

It be like that sometimes.

Jarvis comes into the rec center barrel bath area with iced tea for She-Hulk, trying to politely avert his eyes. But the intruder alarm goes off and she(-Hulk) tells Jarvis to hand her a towel and runs off to his flusterment.

Between Tigra and She-Hulk, I think poor Jarvis is getting overwhelmed with rad ladies on the Avengers.

The Avengers assemble in the main foyer and found that someone just barged in the front door and disabled the security tentacles with some sort of odd, artificial webbing.

Who could it be?

Who could possibly break into Avengers Mansion under the mistaken impression that its actually a cool way to impress them while asking for a job, showing that he’s learned nothing in years?

Could it be the person who expressed interest in joining in the previous issue? And who is also on the cover of this issue??

Yes.

Honestly, though, what an amazing splash page!

Also, spectacular and no-adjective.

Spider-Man knows how to make an impression.

Not a good one, certainly. But the Avengers aren’t going to forget the time he was casually chilling above the dining table.

And Pete isn’t going to forget it either. He’s going to wake up in a cold sweat years later still mortified at himself.

I also love it when the title of the issue is something someone said but since it has to be emphasized to make it clear its the title, they suddenly start yelling in the middle of a conversation.

She-Hulk has no patience for Spider-Man’s nonsense and grabs him off his web hammock to yell at him for barging in.

Spider-Man: “Well, I’m not exactly uninvited! Your buddy Thor asked me to join the club just a few months ago. Sure, I’m a little slow in replying, but I’ve had a busy season!”

And then he snarks about She-Hulk just wearing a towel because Spider-Man loves low hanging fruit.

SURELY, Spidey knows that offers usually expire, right? A few months ago is forever in comic time and Thor himself isn’t even on the Avengers right now.

I guess, in fairness, he has his reasons.

Besides his usual perpetual poverty liking the sound of a thousand bucks a week.

As he later muses to himself, Black Cat has been hospitalized because she tried to help him and he feels obligated to pay for her not-cheap medical bills. And he’s already quit grad school to spend more time earning but his freelance paychecks are nothing compared to an Avengers salary.

He’s being an incredibly presumptuous dick... but for a good cause.

And its just like Spidey that he has a good reason for being a jerk that he’d never mention leaving everyone to think he’s just a rude goofus.

What a shame.

Anyway, back at the present, Spider-Man asks where he enlists but Cap tells them that unfortunately their roster is full up. The sixth spot is being held open for Hawkeye when his leg stops being broken (and you think he was moany about being sidelined while his leg was broken, imagine him learning that he was replaced, eesh).

Cap does suggest that Spider-Man could join Starfox in the trainee program but Spidey throws a fit.

Spider-Man: “Trainee program?!? Hey, I’m Spider-Man, remember? I was sticking to walls when you guys were still looking for a clubhouse. I’m no green rookie!”

Starfox: “Green -- ? I take offense at your tone, Spider-Man!”

She-Hulk: “There’s nothing wrong with being green.”

Pffft.

As an actual rookie who is physically green, She-Hulk doesn’t care for that phrase, maybe.

She-Hulk and Starfox possibly beating up or more likely being embarrassed by Spider “will punk the entire X-Men in the not too distant future” Man is interrupted by a priority alert that goes ARROOOOOOOO

... Is it the Nixon alarm?

Why haven’t the Avengers fought Nixon’s head on a war mech yet??

Spider-Man offers to give them a hand if their priorities are being alerted but with this particular alarm, Wasp decides its best if they stick to the rules.

And then She-Hulk chases Spidey out by throwing a chair at him.

Spider-Man: Well, that was certainly a wash-out! Maybe I shouldn’t have come on as such a wise guy... Maybe I should have come to the door all humble and contrite. Nah, they wouldn’t have believed it was me!

.... Hah.

But he sees the third-floor of Avenger’s mansion opening up to launch the Quinjet and fount of good decision making that he is, he decides to jump onto the Quinjet as it launches.

Spider-Man: Whew! This baby is really starting to pick up speed! I feel like I’m in a wind tunnel. My sticky fingers can hold onto just about anything under normal circumstances... boy, I wish these were normal circumstances! I wonder if this was such a good idea.

No, Pete, it wasn’t.

But your inner monologues do add a bit more joy to this issue so I forgive you.

Inside the Quinjet, She-Hulk notes that the controls handled a bit sluggish right after take-off but eh whatever the problem disappeared after they went supersonic.

Huh. I wonder if Pete is ok.

Anyway, Captain America, She-Hulk, and Starfox are headed towards Project Pegasus.

Since it hasn’t come up in Avengers yet, Project Pegasus is a government research facility that seeks out new types and sources of energy. And Cap helped organize their security force back in Marvel Two-in-One #42.

The priority alert wasn’t the highest priority. Just a code-five, indicating a low-grade emergency. But it didn’t come with any details so Cap is vexed.

Three Avengers should be enough for a code-five but problems at Project Pegasus tend to balloon into worse problems.

You wouldn’t think a research facility would attract so much negative attention but as Cap points out, there’s a lot of people who have a vested interested in making sure energy stays scarce, expensive, and presumably non-renewable.

And considering that the oil companies like Roxxon are EVEN MORE BLATANTLY EVIL in the Marvel U, yeah, uh, bad shit is going to occur.

Also, Project Pegasus doubles as a place to jail supervillains so their powers can be studied.

So, yeah, Pegasus having a priority alert probably means a headache.

So these three Avengers are going in but Wasp and Scarlet Witch are on stand-by just in case.

The visit to the super secure research station goes off to a bad start when guards rush the Quinjet when it lands because a foreign object was detected on the undercarriage.

Of course it’s Spider-Man.

But before he can be arrested for breaking into a secure facility, his spider-sense buzzed.

It’d be a bit confusing if it wasn’t buzzing before though. He has a bunch of rattled guards pointing guns at him right after some unexplained emergency has happened.

That doesn’t set off the Peter Tingle at all??

Anyway, since the buzz is pretty intense, he figures that its warning him of something “a lot more dangerous than the lecture Cap’s going to give me!”

Hah!

He doesn’t manage to warn anyone before a tremor knocks (almost) everyone off their feet with a THROOM

Spider-Man is still standing because he loves Elton John forewarned is forewarned and he can stick to things. And to his surprise, Cap manages to stay on his feet.

Cap: “It’s just a matter of knowing how to react and how to brace yourself, Spider-Man.”

Hah!

That’s So Cap.

Spider-Man asks if he realio trulio can’t give Cap a hand with this situation. Y’know, since his spider-sense probably will come in handy. Cap isn’t sure because of the question of security but Spider-Man has an idea there.

See, he’s been here before!

In Marvel Team-Up Annual #5 he helped save the dang place! They can ask chief of security Wendell Vaughn (who is also known as Quasar but probably not to all the people in this scene?).

Unfortunately, Vaughn quit a couple months back. Oops.

But since Cap vouches for him the guard driving them to the lower levels is like ‘eh whatever.’

The power of a Cap vouch is not to be underestimate and never to be used for evil.

They’re headed to the thermal research dome because its the last known location of new security chief O’Brien. And where he sent the alert from. AND where the recent quake came from.

That’s good multitasking.

They reach the blast doors sealing off the entire level.

Because yes, not only did O’Brien send an alert, he also sealed off the entire level and now something’s jammed the lock.

They have no idea what could be locked behind there but they do have a Spider-Man and Starfox asks him if he’s getting a bad feeling about anything.

Spider-Man isn’t getting any bad vibes, deeming it safe to go inside.

Y’know, this is an amazing way to use Spider-Sense that they could do more with. I always love it when Spidey basically exploits the sense for things other than combat dodging.

Like when trying to figure out how to turn off a device he didn’t understand in Avengers EMH, he just went around almost yanking wires until he found one that didn’t set off the ‘OH MY GOD YOU’LL DEFINITELY EXPLODE IF YOU DO THAT’ buzz.

Anyway, it being probably safe, Cap tells She-Hulk and Starfox to open the door.

Which they do, with gusto.

And a GRU-U-UNNG

Inside the ruins of the thermal research dome, a bunch of semi-conscious technicians lie about in heaps.

Some Project Pegasus security personnel fan out to do administer first aid while the Avengers look for O’Brien.

Makes sense. The nameless extras help the nameless extras so we don’t go ‘hey are the Avengers dicks for only talking to people with names?’

O’Brien is pinned under an arc of steaming rock which Cap starts chipping in half with his shield while She-Hulk, Spider-Man, and Starfox - all people who could lift that rock - just stand and watch.

Or heck, maybe its not supposed to be a random rock arc. Maybe its attached to the floor. Still though, She-Hulk, Spider-Man, and Starfox could probably break it more easily than Cap does.

Teamwork makes the dream work, guys and She-Hulk.

Spider-Man recognizes O’Brien’s green and also green Not-Iron Man armor from newspapers and realizes that he’s the Guardsman.

That just makes O’Brien sad.

Guardsman: “Aye, I am... or I was. The state this armor’s in, no one’ll ever be callin’ himself the Guardsman again! As of now, I’m just plain Michael O’Brien.”

The Michael Formerly Known as Guardsman starts to Explain It All.

He had come down to the thermal dome to watch the thermal dome researchers sink a new magma tap.

But molten rock came shooting up from the tap hole, which is a thing that’s definitely not supposed to happen.

Oh, and some molten men (but not Molten Man) climbed out of the hole and started trashing the joint.

Plain Michael O’Brien realized pretty quickly that he was the only one who could stand up to these hot men so he signaled for help, hit the evacuation alarm, and sealed off the level from the rest of the project so the problem was contained.

And then he got mobbed by the hot men and got his ass kicked. Turns out that his armor was pretty useless against lava men.

Oh, yeah, Cap recognizes them as lava men from his description.

Spider-Man: “Lava men? You have to be kidding, Cap! Lava men? I don’t believe in lava men!”

Cap: “Belay that, mister! I’ve been up against lava men -- and they’re nothing to joke about! You’d better thank your stars that they left -- !”

You might also remember that Cap has been up against lava men allllllll the way back in Avengers #5. Technically the first adventure he had with the Avengers after officially joining them.

It was also the issue where Thor stoically sank into lava without changing his expression from his default vaguely annoyed one.

Anyway, O’Brien tells the Avengers that the lava men battered their way into the maintenance section since they couldn’t escape to the rest of the facility.

It’s a real good news bad news situation because there’s no one for them to hurt in there and also its a straight shot into the nuclear research dome.

And we don’t want any kind of meltdown there.

Cap decides that this looks like a job for AVENGERS to ASSEMBLE towards. And more than the three plus special guest star they already have.

MEANWHILE, over in New Orleans at an important meeting that definitely would be bad to interrupt, Monica Rambeau (secretly the Avenger known as Captain Marvel but not the dead guy version, true believers) is applying for a small business loan.

And then she gets a bzzt on her radio watch for an Avengers emergency.

Oh no, what of her small business loan!

And also: what small business is she starting? I think I heard at one point that she ran a fishing business with her father?

But what of her small business loan!

Well, Monica agrees with her bank guy Mr. Hillbee that its an alarm watch and that its reminding her of another pressing engagement so hey is there a lot more that they have to do here?

Luckily, all that’s left is for her to sign the documents.

Phew, I’m very used to superhero stuff interrupting a superhero’s civilian life and then them angsting about it. It’s actually a relief that Monica was able to finish up at the bank before dashing off to a phone booth to take a radio watch call with Scarlet Witch.

Wanda tells Monica that they just received a call from Cap(tain America) telling them to get to Project Pegasus. Wanda tells Monica that they’re in transit now and asks if she can join them.

And then the line goes dead before Wanda can give coordinates.

Because Monica just followed the radio signal back to the Quinjet.

She apologizes that it took her so long (!!) because she had to stop at home first to pick up her costume.

Wanda marvels captainly “And I thought my brother, Pietro, was fast!”

Ha ha amazing.

I love Captain Monica Marvel’s ridiculous powerset.

She’s even talking right into their radio so she can communicate from outside the Quinjet.

Wasp, Scarlet Witch, and Captain Marvel arrive at Project Pegasus where they’re briefed of the lava men situation by some of the security staff.

Captain Marvel nyooms ahead lightspeed dash style while Wasp and Scarlet Witch lag behind by taking a high-speed railcar.

Dang, Project Pegasus is big.

I just flipped ahead pages to see how long it takes Captain Marvel to join Cap(tain America)’s group and its a bit.

I guess maybe there’s some overlapped time going on though.

Meanwhile, two technicians in research dome D-2 (called the Compound for some dang reason) ignore all the various alarms and such that have been happening because they’re super into their project. And are possibly mad scientists.

They have the intensity.

But they’re working on... Dr. Croit’s stabilizer? And apparently its vibratory pitch was changed by the tremor that happened? Unbeknowst to them, Captain Marvel just nyoomed by outside and the proximity of her energy form activates the device and the silhouette of some guy leaps out proclaiming FREE!!

Back at the Avengers side of the plot, Cap(tain America)’s group has encountered some lava men.

Spider-Man: “Hey, Cap... I take it all back! I do believe in lava men! I really do!”

Hah.

The lava men are between the Avengers and the nuclear dome so Cap starts thinking of ways to flank them so they can keep them away from it.

She-Hulk starts trying to plow a hole through their forces and... uh.... ok. Cap has Starfox just fly around and annoy the lava men because they’ve never seen a flying man before and its just freaking them out.

Really.

Cap asks Spider-Man to use his webbing to throw up some barriers in the lava men’s path.

Spider-Man: “Heck, I can do better than that, Cappy! Just a couple spritzes of webbing, and these little hotheads won’t be going anywhere for hours!”

Cap: “No, you young fool! Don’t you see what you’ve done!”

Throwing web on the lava men makes them panic because it seems like there’s a lot of stuff that they’re not familiar with and all of it alarms them. When they’re alarmed, their body temperature raises and can get up thousands of degrees.

So they just melt loose of the webbing and now they’ve learned not to be afraid of the webbing at all and they can’t use it to corral them.

Spider-Man: “Would it help if I said I’m sorry?”

Cap: “It would help if you’d follow orders! The Avengers is a team! If you want to be part of the team, act like it! Otherwise, stay out of our way!”

Yeahhhhh. I mean, most of the time. You have your fair share of idiots doing their own thing in the Avengers because all of these guys have egos you wouldn’t believe. But generally they can agree to work as a team.

And Spider-Man, of this era, isn’t much of a team player. Not like Wolverine or Batman ‘i work best alone, bub’ type of not a team player where they’re lying about not being good at teamwork because they like being surly and dour because they think it makes them more interesting. But Spider-Man mostly works alone and is used to just doing whatever he thinks the best idea is. And he has the proportionate speed and reflexes of a spider so he can do whatever he thinks the best idea is way before you can tell him its a bad idea.

That’s why Spider-Man makes so many bad decisions, because he can make them faster than good sense can catch up [citation needed].

Anyway, as he is NOW, he’s not a good fit for the Avengers.

Then again, neither was Hawkeye and they let him join. Makes ya think.

Back over at surprise man out of a box lab, the surprise man was Blackout.

He looks like he’d be an electricity themed villain but apparently his element is darkness. Annd he debuted in Nova annnd this is his second appearance?

At the end of his debut story Nova #19, Blackout was apparently sucked into the Darkforce dimension, a fate that Dr. Croit’s stabilizer had been invented to prevent.

So I guesss.... the stabilizer’s settings were altered by an earthquake and then it was powered by ambient energy from Captain Marvel zipping past and it managed to stabilize Blackout, yanking him free of the Darkforce dimension?

I guess??

As far as villain returns go, its not the most ridiculous but it is a bit contrived.

Blackout has no idea where he is and rants about how he’ll level the place if that’s what it takes to find his way out and in a more acceptable contrivance, he happens to be passing Moonstone’s cell when he says this out loud to nobody in particular and she likes the cut of his jib.

Moonstone: “Sounds like you’re a man after my own heart!”

Moonstone tells Blackout that she’s been locked up here so Project Pegasus could study her powers and that they want to use her the way they would have used Blackout but hey what if they join forces and get some comeuppance.

Blackout: I don’t know if I should trust her... But something about her voice is so reassuring.

Yeah, that’s what we call a red flag, you dingus.

Are we back to the days where some dudes will just villain because a lady bats her eyes?

Anyway, the locking mechanism is too complicated to figure out so Blackout just squeezes it until it explodes.

Um. Okay.

-checks wiki-

The wiki says he’s only supposed to have normal human strength but Blackout himself claims that his body is a living generator of black star energies.

Which apparently means he can squeeze an electronic lock to death. I dunno.

Freed from her cell, Moonstone leads Blackout to what they can do next.

Meanwhile, the Avengers are still struggling with the lava men two levels below. And the fracas has reached the corridor to the nuclear dome. Its now or never but the numbers are too overwhelming even for She-Hulk.

Spider-Man manages to leap above the fray and get forgotten in the confusion but doesn’t find that he can do much. He tries webbing the door to the nuclear dome shut but the lava men don’t even bother opening it when they can melt through.

Hmmmmm not a good showing for a guest starring so far...

When the lava men succeed in melting through the door, a blinding light shines through and the lava men kneel down and start bowing to it.

Ohhhhhh, I get it! They’re not trying to cause a meltdown! They just want to worship nuclear light!

... No? I don’t got it? Okay.

The bright light is actually Captain Marvel who took a shortcut to the nuclear dome to reach the Avengers.

And the lava men are really enamored with her, proclaiming her the lady of light foretold in legends.

Captain Marvel just kinda rolls with this and asks them whats the deal with all the rampaging and destroying.

Lava man: “We did but strike back, radiant one! Our village, deep beneath the Earth, knew peace -- until the surface men bored into our midst with their machines. We could not allow this attack to go unanswered. We only used our powers to stop the invasion!”

Wait, isn’t this the plot of the Jetsons movie?

Cap(tain America) smoothly slides in, diplomatically, to announce that then the surface people beg forgiveness and that this has all been an unfortunate misunderstanding that he pledges shall be put right.

And like how Cap’s clout got Spider-Man into this story, Cap borrows Captain Marvel’s clout to back up his diplomacy roll, saying “The Lady-of-Light will tell you that I speak the truth!”

It’s a good thing that Monica wouldn’t go mad with power.

Also, Scarlet Witch and Wasp show up, while Spider-Man snarks that they “missed the end of the movie.”

But since we can’t have pat resolutions given the subplot that was happening while the Avengers were distracted elsewhere, in the Compound, it turns out that Blackout and Moonstone have freed Electro and Rhino. And Moonstone has a Big Evil Plan.

Blackout: “Pay them back? Yes... yes, we must. But how?”

Moonstone: “In the best way possible! We’re going to bring this place to its knees -- by seizing the nuclear research dome!”

But that’s where the Avengers are! Silly villains, you’ve double booked!

Also, I wonder if the universe cosmically influenced Moonstone to get two Spider-villains involved on the one day that Spider-Man was tagging along.

I also wonder what Moonstone is thinking. She’s the ‘know when to fold ‘em’ villain.

Hmmm... Putting Electro and Blackout side by side makes Blackout look like Electro’s grumpy younger brother.

All kinds of good decisions have been made!

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intothewickedwood · 4 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x12 Murder Most Foul

Oh! This is a Charming centric, I think? Awesome!

Aww! Baby David and James!!

So James was named before he was adopted. Interesting that George and his wife chose to keep that name.

I wonder which twin is older. I think I’ve said this before. I hc that David is younger by a few minutes.

Omg Ruth pointed a knife at Rumple for trying to take one of her sons. 

That really must be an impossible decision. 

Rumple gave him the coin! 

I forgot they went by heads or tails. I thought David was just Ruth’s favourite.

Uggggh! That’s so horrible! It hurts!

Creepy ghost is creepy!

Archie! I miss seeing Archie more. I wonder if he has any trauma from when Killian kidnapped him. And now he’s his therapist!

Snowing miss each other so much!

David is going through the motions today! 

Neighbouring king? I always thought Ruth and David lived in King George’s kingdom. Do you think that if King George knew about David as well, he would have adopted him too, by force if he had to, in order to keep the secret? I think he would have. If someone saw another boy looking exactly like the prince, then they may have said something. Though, would it have to be a secret? Were they allowed to have adopted heirs in their realm? I mean, Regina would have made Henry heir to her throne and then she is not Queen due to line of succession even though she was born a princess. Couldn’t King George change the law if he wanted? It may have been an issue if the secret was the reason he wanted to kill David’s father. Oh, in England it’s been illegal for centuries apparently. That is beyond stupid! What are you gonna do if the next in line to the throne is asexual or gay and wants to adopt or just wants to only adopt? Not that I’m a fan of the concept of royalty in the real world but that’s straight up discrimination! Laws may be different in the EF though. I just can’t remember why George wanted to kill David’s dad. 

Awww look at little David!!

Omg he’s adorable!!

David, honey, you need to get some sleep. I know you miss Snow, but you probably haven’t slept in ages! 

Maybe David is seeing things that aren’t there. I always start seeing things that aren’t there when I haven’t slept, especially spiders. I f***ing hate spiders. 

Talking to a dead significant other’s alternative self must be so weird. Are they trying to court over stories of the original Robin? *whispers* That’s kinda weird.

Zelena, what the hell? That’s not even his child. Calm down, girl. 

I mean, I guess she is biologically his child. When an identical twin is an uncle, do they have dna matches as if they were the biological father also? I’ve probably asked this before. And then when it comes to alternate versions of the same person, don’t they share 100 per cent the same DNA? So biologically Robin Jr. may be Wish Robin’s child. The same goes for Original Hook and Alice and Wish Hook and Hope, I suppose. I wonder if the Hooks would act like uncles to the kids that aren’t technically theirs. 

Zelena, that was so random.

That’s not even the Nottingham you know, Robin! 

Was this what original Robin meant about having a dark past, or something. Was he like this before?

I wanna see Emma and Henry’s canoeing trip!! If there are any edits of this, please point me to them! 

Wait, there’s another curse Emma wants to break? I can’t remember there being one. What happened this time? Oh! Her parents’ sleeping curse! I thought there was another dark curse I’d missed. That could have very well been the case.

“I’d do anything to see my boy and tell him I’m sorry.” You can see Rumple felt that because it’s exactly what he wants to do. He doesn’t even need a hair from his head, he’s just trying to keep his image up. Really he’s helping him for free because he knows what that pain is like. Yep, he threw it away!

Rumple: “Someday, may we all be reunited with our sons.”

You go canoeing Emma! You guys have fun!

Why didn’t Regina give those hearts back once she decided to turn over a new leaf? I know she said she took so many she lost track but if everyone who’s heart was taken came forward, they might be able to figure it out through trial and error.

She really was hoping to get with this Robin so that they could be part of each other's fresh starts. But wouldn’t that feel like a betrayal to the other Robin? It’s kinda like replacing him with a copy. 

Oh snap! They kissed! Regina, don’t do this, girl. It’s too weird.

He’s stolen something, hasn’t he.

Pleasure island makes me feel so uneasy. I used to be terrified of Disney’s Pinocchio. Pleasure island is just creepy in that movie.

I hate the fact that they put Pinocchio in the flashback of this episode so much. If we’re to assume this puppet is physically 6 or 7 then he’s probably older than David! He must have remained physically a 6 or 7 year old puppet for at least 20 years. I liked him being closer to Emma’s age. Why did they retcon this? And this Pinocchio has so much more attitude than the young Pinocchio we’ve seen in previous episodes.

I love James’ Prince outfit! It’s so cool! Omg! I’ve just realised it’s the same outfit the prince wears in the Snow White Disney movie!! How have I not realised this before?!

James doesn’t want to kill things! George completely manipulated him. He had a good heart and why would George do this to his frightened son?? And he’s only 6! So cruel!

Nope. That doesn’t make sense. No way August took the pages about Pinocchio out of the book. Henry had already read the whole book by then. The whole idea was that August added the story of Pinocchio to help Emma figure things out or something. Henry said the Pinocchio story wasn’t there before when he got his book back. 

David, no!

I feel so sad for James. He’s just a kid. Leave him alone! Let him run through the forest and sing to birds, as Disney princes should. George basically got James killed. Just be a decent father, George and don’t be so cruel to your own freaking son. Jeez! I bet he was a horrible, controlling husband too. He is so controlling! 

Random thought but I kinda ship James with Zelena. They both had terrible fathers. Zelena had two! I wonder if she ever met her other dad. Would she have pulled a Tom Riddle and killed him? 

David’s dad stood his ground. He was told of James’ father’s abuse and tried to protect James, even knowing he would pay dearly. And then afterwards no one was left to protect James. Maybe his mother did before she died and maybe that’s when George began trying to force him to become a knight. I like to think his mother was loving to him until she died when he was young like Zelena’s was. They got a taste of unconditional love in their early years and then it was torn away from them and replaced with control and/or contempt.

This guy has just told James he is his biological father, George acknowledges this and then tells them to kill him in front of Janes?! How freaking heartless!

Look how angry David was when he thought he’d found the man who killed his father. Then when he realises it was Killian he’s like “it’s all cool bruh. We chilling at Granny’s tonight?” Let. The. Charmings. Express. Their. Anger. And. Pain. It’s like Regina and Killian are Gods to them who can do know wrong, require instant forgiveness and nothing must be spoken against them. As for other villains, good freaking luck! And if your one of the Charmings or considered a hero from the start, if you so much as look at someone the wrong way you are the worst most evil villain in existence. Like Eva. Due to her deeds, which I agree weren’t nice, Regina considered her the villain as compared to freaking Cora. What??! She was the bully in that situation, yes, but how can you compare her misdeeds to Cora’s?!

David, bby!! I’m sorry! I love you! 

Oh Lord, I’m crying!

I want to hug David so badly!

David says he doesn’t know if he has a way to repay Killian, Killian says he may have an idea and then asks for David’s blessing. Like, “Yeah you can repay me! Repay me with your daughter’s hand in marriage, suckkker!!”

Hey! I’ve kissed many photographs of my dog! And if you believe hard enough, they will walk through the photo into your living room and frighten the sh*t out of you!

Called it! He did steal something.

Interesting choice for August to give Killian the pages with him killing David’s dad. He should have given them straight to David. Maybe that’s what Wish Pinocchio meant when he said that Emma put her faith in him and that he hopes she never does that again. I love August but maybe Blue imbued him with some of her shadiness when she turned him into a real boy.

And Killian was naughty to look at those pages. Or maybe that moment wasn’t part of those pages. Maybe Killian just recognise the face of the man he ruthlessly killed!

The thing is, why would Killian care if he saw him kill the King’s men? He’s spent years rebelling against royalty. I’m sure he’s known by now. 

Killian must be taking one of his trips from Neverland ordered by Pan at this point.

The heartlessness! He hears the man has a family and a child, he believed him and then kills him horribly afterwards. This has got to be one of the evilest things Killian ever did. And it’s Emma’s grandfather!!

Even one of his crewmates is look looking at him like “Wtf.” It makes me so angry. Don’t get me wrong, I actually think it was a great twist, but I hate how it was handled. I hate that David, who was so hurt by this didn’t get to express his anger at Killian towards him or at all. That’s just not realistic. I guess he was following how Snow forgave Regina for killing her father. But even that took many years, not freaking minutes!

At least tell Emma.

Is that ring getting smaller the more I look at it or am I high on my meds? 

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat 6x12 #6x12 murder most foul #david nolan #prince charming #august booth #august w. booth #pinocchio #prince james #ouat s6 #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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negasonicteenagemess · 6 years ago

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sunflower soulmate peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you are still taking requests and this is my first request. Can you write a Peter Parker one where the reader and him are best friends and during the school day she grabs his hand and starts doodling on it. And idk he asks her out and they kiss or something. Please and Thank You

No FFH Spoilers

I made it a soulmate thing, I hope that’s alright. Also it’s eight in the morning and I haven’t slept so editing is sub par

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“In Greek mythology,” Y/N explained as she licked the ice cream off her spoon. “Humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. Zeus was afraid of the power that they had so, he split them in half.”

Her friends sat at the table in the ice cream shop around her, stunned by the information. “Woah,” Peter whispered, as he scooped more of the frozen treat onto his spoon.

“That’s dark,” MJ stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/N nodded in agreement, cleaning her mouth with a napkin, “yeah, so they’d spend the rest of their lives looking for each other. It’s sad.”

“Some people now think that your soulmate shares the same atoms as you but were kinda split during the big bang or something,” Ned furthered, playing with his spoon.

MJ scoffed, “the idea of soulmates as a whole seems just plain ole sad.” Peter decided to interject with his opinion, “I don’t think it’s sad. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, knowing that someone is completely in love with you and devoted to only you. It’s amazing.”

Ned chuckled, “okay Peter, no need to get sappy on us.” His three friends laughed as his cheeks turned red.

“It’s cute though,” Y/N teased, taking another spoonful of ice cream. His cheeks only got redder at the comment.

He froze when he heard sirens down the street. “Um, I just forgot, May needed me to… go shopping. I gotta go. See ya tomorrow,” he grabbed his backpack and ran out before any of them could reply.

“He’s so weird,” MJ stated as she finished off her ice cream. “Yeah,” Y/N agreed absentmindedly.

On the walk home from the ice cream shop, Y/N couldn’t help but think about her soulmate. Would he be tall? Does he live in New York? Is he cute? As all of these thoughts crossed her mind, she watched as bruises formed on her knuckles.

This has been a common thing recently, getting her soulmates cuts and bruises. They didn’t last very long and didn’t hurt much but in Y/N’s mind, she thought he was either a cop or in some weird fight club. Hopefully a cop though.

All of her previous questions were obviously left unanswered as she opened the door to her apartment. She went to do her homework, finishing it so she didn’t have to stay up all hours of the night. She contemplated for a moment as she did the school work before taking her pen and etching something across her hand.

Whenever her soulmate gave the two of them bruises, she’d doodle around the markings with more peaceful things, and most of the time it was flowers. She drew stems all around her knuckles, with cute little squiggles of sunflowers all around.

She capped the pen, extending her hand to admire her work. Y/N felt like something was missing from it, so she uncapped her pen and wrote a little note.

stay safe :)

She didn’t expect a reply, but she soon felt a small pressure on her hand, right under where she wrote.

always try <3

She beamed at the response as butterflies filled her stomach. Definitely something a person in a fight club wouldn’t say.

Her phone vibrated from the place on the bed soon after her small encounter with her soulmate. It was a text from Peter.

hey wanna come over later to watch a movie or something?? They just added a bunch of stuff on netflix

Y/N smiled, quickly typing on the small screen.

yeah sure!! i’ll bring the popcorn. what time?

She sat patiently, waiting for her best friend to respond to the message.

twenty minutes okay with you? He texted back. Y/N replied with a thumb’s up emoji, already putting all of her school stuff away. She switched into her pj’s, as it was tradition for the two of them to wear night clothes to their movie marathons.

She stood in the mirror, messing with her hair and lost in her thoughts. She always thought Peter was cute, but she knew somewhere in her heart that it was wrong to think of someone like that who wasn’t her soulmate.

Y/N sighed, washing off the ink she had previously written so she wouldn’t have to explain it all to Peter. She was secretive about her soulmate, enjoying the fact that it was something only the two of them shared.

As if her soulmate had the same idea, the ink that he had written was slowly disappearing. She dried her hands and decided it was time to go to her friend’s house.

She walked through her apartment and went to the kitchen in search of the microwavable popcorn. Grabbing a couple bags, she left her home and went to the door across from hers, knocking a few times.

The cheerful face of Peter Parker appeared. He was clad in grey sweatpants and a blue Midtown shirt. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, opening the door for her to step through. “Hi,” she replied back, waving the bags of popcorn in her hand as she walked into the Parker residence. “I would’ve made them at my place, but I was just so excited to see you,” she commented sarcastically.

Peter chuckled, grabbing the bags from her hand, “well the excitement is reciprocated as it is an absolute joy to see you again.”

Y/N laughed at his fake posh voice, plopping down on the couch as he made the popcorn. “Is May here?” She asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly.

“Nah, she had to work,” he replied, popping noises coming from his microwave. “Do you want something to drink?” He shouted from the fridge.

“Water please,” she replied, dragging out the last word. Peter soon appeared next to her with arms full of candy and two hands filled with drinks. A glass of water and a can of coke.

“Ya know they used to put cocaine in that shit,” she stated, sipping the clear liquid. Peter, already in the kitchen, scoffed, “no they didn’t.”

“They did. Coca is the plant that makes cocaine. Look it up,” she teased as he stayed silent for a minute.

“Oh shit,” he muttered as google answered his question. “Wasn’t that like, illegal or something?”

“I don’t know man. The 1900s were a weird time,” she stated as he came back with a big bowl of popcorn.

He turned the tv on, going straight to Netflix. “Scott Pilgrim?” He asked, shoveling popcorn in his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him at the strangeness, and he mirrored her actions. “Scott Pilgrim?” He questioned again; his mouth full and a playful tone gracing his voice. She laughed and nodded her head as he coughed from laughing, and choking, as well.

“You’re an idiot,” she giggled, her throat feeling itchy for some reason, but she ignored it.

He drank his soda, making sure to clear his throat, “shut up.” He was blushing. Y/N shook her head as he started the movie, acting as if nothing just happened.

“Can you imagine that?” Peter asked halfway through the film, tossing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. Y/N quirked a brow as she took a handful of candy, “what?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “living in a universe where you don’t have a soulmate.” Y/N let out a breath, “sounds rough. Finding love on your own and all.” He nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coke.

As the second movie they watched progressed, Y/N completely forgot the title of it as her eyes got more and more droopy. By the time the movie ended, the popcorn was long gone with all of the candy and she was asleep against Peter’s shoulder.

He looked at her longingly before letting out a sigh and wrapping his arm around her. “This universe is a nightmare,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He heard a jingle of keys before the door to the apartment opened revealing May.

“Hey Peter,” she greeted loudly, placing her purse on a nearby table. May looked at her nephew to see him holding a finger to his lips. “Oh, is she asleep?” She asked quietly, walking towards the boy and his friend.

He nodded his head before diverting his attention back to the girl next to him, as she moved a bit in her sleep. May looked between Peter and Y/N, understanding the look in his eyes was eerily similar to the look her late husband used to give her.

“You like her, don’t you?” She questioned with a smirk, leaning on the back of the couch. His eyes widened as he immediately went to deny her claims. But when he saw the look on her face, he knew he couldn’t lie.

“I-I,” he sighed as he tried to piece his thoughts together, “I can’t. And I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it, May. She’s always there for me.”

His eyes were glossy as he let out a breath, glad to finally express how he feels. “I don’t know what it is about her. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

May smiled, remembering the feeling, “even better than Spider-Man?” Peter let out a soft chuckle, careful not to wake the girl up.

“I would give up being Spider-Man any day just for her,” he stated quietly, brushing the hair off of her face.

“But I can’t do this to my soulmate. It’s wrong. And I don’t know what to do,” his voice wobbled as he wiped his free hand over his face.

May put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “you just gotta wait Pete. You’ll meet your soulmate one day and the stars will align. You’ll love her and realize that is the greatest feeling in the world.”

She had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, remembering when she met Ben. Peter nodded his head in agreement, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Thanks, May,” he whispered with a tight smile, looking at his Aunt as he spoke. “It’s what I’m here for,” she joked, patting his shoulder.

“Well,” she started, letting out a sigh, “I’m heading to bed. Work killed me and it’s only 10.” Peter nodded, acknowledging her statement.

“And make sure she gets home,” she said sternly, but not harshly. “Will do, May,” he replied, “goodnight.”

“Night, Pete,” she stated as she finally went to her bedroom.

He ran a hand through his hair once again, struggling with his inner thoughts. “One day,” he muttered to himself, “one freaking day.”

Y/N moved again, rubbing her eyes as she awoke from her slumber. “Shit, I slept through the movie, didn’t I?” She asked, getting out of Peter’s arms and leaning forward on the couch.

He chuckled, trying to forget everything he just spoke about, “yeah. You really missed out. Keanu Reeves looked great, as always.”

She shook her head, “damn.” Her eyes met his as she snickered at the encounter. Pulling out her phone, she noticed the time. “Shit, I gotta go,” she stated as she locked her phone but held it in her hand.

He nodded his head, “right.” He stood up, her following in his footsteps. “I can stay for a little bit to help you clean up,” she directed to the mess they made, empty rappers and popcorn kernels everywhere.

“Nah, you got to get your beauty sleep,” he stated sarcastically but continued to direct her to the front door. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Walk together to school tomorrow?” She asked as she made it to her front door, opening it while looking eyes with Peter, who stood at his doorway. “Always,” he smiled, leaning against the white frame.

Y/N nodded, leaning in her own doorway, “bye Peter.” She smiled, holding tightly on the handle.

“Adios,” he replied with a smile, finally shutting the door. Y/N did the same, brushing her teeth then going straight to bed.

She drifted off into a deep slumber as the moonlight illuminated her room and the sound of cars was still noticeable every now and then.

The next day, she woke up bright and early to get ready for school. She left her home and met up with Peter in the hallway and a couple train stops later, they made it to Midtown.

“And Ned broke the whole thing,” Peter explained, making Y/N laugh as he held the school door open for her. “Of course he did,” she giggled as the bell rang.

“Right on time,” he stated, walking with Y/N to their first class, Chemistry. “I heard that we have a long ass assignment or something today,” she remarked, pulling at the straps of her backpack.

Peter groaned, “can Mrs. Smith ever give us a break?” Y/N shook her head, “she’s a horrid woman, I tell you.”

As teenagers rushed to get to their classes in the hall, the two friends made it to Chemistry fairly quickly. The late bell rang, the two friends seated right next to each other as always as Mrs. Smith began to explain what the students would be doing that day.

She finished the instructions and students began to open their textbooks. Y/N and Peter did the same, doing the assignment for the bulk of the class period. Being the studious teenagers they were, the pair was able to be one of the first groups to finish.

Y/N took Peter’s hand, laying it on the table before her. “Can I draw on your hand?” She asked sweetly, bored out of her mind and taking her pen as she was ready to start her masterpiece. “Yeah sure,” Peter replied, tapping away on his phone.

“You know,” he started, “you can be such a kid sometimes.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, starting to draw around his knuckles. Flowers upon flowers seemed to bloom on his hand.

One of her hands held down Peter’s as the other created the work of art. His eyes drifted from his phone to his hand, watching the beauty appearing across his skin. He had a small smile as he watched her etch the flowers upon his knuckles.

Peter’s eyes shifted to the hand that held his down. He froze, jaw slacked, and eyebrows raised. He looked between his hand and hers. Small sunflowers began to appear on her hand, the exact same that were on his own.

“Holy shit,” he spoke suddenly, shocking Y/N and causing her to leave a sharp line down his hand with her pen. ”Awe man,” she slumped her shoulders as she examined the mistake, “I really liked it.”

Her voice was filled with slight sadness at the mark, but she just shrugged, “we can fix it though. It’ll be fine.” She looked up at Peter, giving him a soft smile, but frowned when she saw his face still full of surprise.

“Pete I can just get rid of it-“ she wanted to apologize but he cut her off. “No, Y/N listen,” he laughed, but not with humor, but because this was actually happening to him.

He grabbed the hand that held his down and looked deeply into her eyes. “I-I can’t believe it,” he whispered, all of this still not settling in his brain. Y/N furrowed her brows, giving him a strange look, “what?”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled nodding towards their joined hands, “look.” Y/N’s eyes fell, examining the marks. “Oh my god, she whispered as she traced the marks on her hand with the other one.

She looked between the marks on her hand versus Peter’s, where she actually created the doodles. They were the exact same, the flowers and that stupid line where she messed up. It was all the same. She covered her mouth with the empty hand, laughing lightly.

“It’s you,” she gushed. He nodded his head, “yeah. The likelihood, huh?”

Y/N was speechless, making it so that both of her hands covered his. She bit her lip, “I had a crush on you, you know? I thought you were the cutest boy in our hall.”

At that Peter chuckled, “I’m the only other person in our entire complex who’s your age.”

Y/N hit him on the shoulder lightly, “that’s not the point.” He looked at her, letting out a sigh, “I had, or well have a crush on you too.”

He gave her a tight smile, “why does this feel so awkward?” Y/N laughed at the comment, brushing a hand through her hair as she leaned on the other.

“It’s only awkward when you say it’s awkward Pete,” she stated. He just shrugged his shoulders, taking his hands away and rubbing them together from the coldness of the classroom.

“So,” he dragged out, “d-do you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He was so nervous because of the fact that he wasn’t just asking any girl out on a date. He was asking his best friend, his soulmate.

Y/N sighed dramatically, “I don’t know, do I have to?” Her sarcastic remark made Peter smile widely.

“I’d love to,” she replied for real this time, picking up her pen. “Now,” she continued, “time to finish my art.” He smiled, watching her finish her drawing as she proceeded to doodle away, not wanting to take his eyes off her anytime soon.

Class soon ended, so the newly found soulmates had to separate. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed, but in the next period, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other.

Peter would write things on his arm for her to read, away from the flowers as he wanted to keep those for as long as he could.

Woods is falling asleep on his desk read one of the little notes, plus a drawing of a horribly drawn teacher asleep.

Y/N sat in her desk, thinking about her soulmate. Like, why did Peter get bruises and cuts all the time? And why so late at night? He wasn’t a cop, like she originally thought. Was Peter in a fight club?

No, sweet little Peter Parker could NOT be in a fight club. That’s impossible.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, Peter and Y/N seeing each other as often as possible. By the time the last bell rang, Y/N couldn’t wait to walk home with Peter. And that’s exactly what they did. This time was different though, because they weren’t deemed as best friends anymore, but as soulmates. So, they talked about their day at school, holding hands and as their shoes scratched the pavement.

After taking the subway, they arrived at their building. They stood in the apartment building’s hall, Y/N biting her lip as she debated her next moves.

“Screw it,” she whispered, grabbing Peter’s face with her hands. He looked like he was about to speak but stayed silent at the feeling of her lips on his own.

His eyes closed as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him and never wanting to let go. But there was one thought that crossed his mind. Finally, after years and years of being in love with his best friend, he was able to kiss her as his soulmate.

It felt like Zeus was throwing lightning bolts around his body as the feeling of her feathery light lips against his rough ones made him ecstatic. She pulled away slowly, opening her eyes as she moved her hands around his neck. “S-Sorry,” she stumbled, her cheeks red.

Peter shook his head and whispered, “don’t be.” She looked deep into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips tasted like the lip balm she always uses, the taste suddenly becoming one of his favorites.

He was consumed in the warmth that was Y/N L/N, and he couldn’t get enough. But all good things must come to an end, and she pulled her lips from his.

“Walk me to school tomorrow?” She asked breathlessly with a smirk. He laughed lightly, leaning his head onto her shoulder as he did so. “Always,” he looked up at her with a smile.

He gave her a peck on the lips before she began pulling away. “See you then,” she gave a little wave as he nodded his head. She shut the door to her home, biting her lip as she walked to her room.

Peter, on the other hand ran though his apartment door, slamming the door shut in search of his Aunt.

“May,” he shouted as he ran around, looking for the Italian woman. She stood in the kitchen and looked at him with an amused look of confusion. “Woah, easy there. What’s up?” She asked, taking note of the starstruck look on his face.

“I-I found my soulmate,” he beamed as he dropped his backpack onto the tile floor. Her eyes widened as she stopped washing the dishes.

She ran and hugged him, “oh my god, that’s amazing! What’s her name? When can I meet her?” She pressed with questions as she pulled away to look at her nephew. He chuckled lightly, moving his hands to hold her back.

“You won’t believe it,” he grinned, shaking his head as he still couldn’t believe it himself. May scrunched her brows, eyes examining his features, “what do you mean?”

“It’s Y/N,” the gaze in his eyes as he spoke was love struck, May squealing and pulling him into a tight hug yet again.

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 5 years ago

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New People

Danny personally felt that he was well within his rights to be a bit weirded out by what was going on. He was on his way to school, getting interrupted by some half-formed spider ghost with threads all over the place that he had to dodge out of the way of before he could even get close to shooting it, Tucker was freaking out and Sam was doing her best to shoot away the webs that Danny actually got caught in. It took quite a bit of time to squish much of the bug and then get it in the thermos. During this time, Danny got hit by its pincers and bitten, and the wound was exposed and dripping ectoplasm and some thick purple goop that he assumed was venom. Things were the standard amount of bad.

The unusual thing was when a ghost with blue skin, pink eyes, and rippling hair that shifted colors between red, yellow and orange flew up to him and gently grabbed his arm. And then he pulled out a cotton ball from his pocket and started dabbing Danny’s wound. “Yikes, this is a nasty bite. You’re Danny Phantom, right? The bridge spirit?”

“Uh,” Danny looked down at his friends, who shrugged, weapons trained on the newcomer. “Yeah, I’m the halfa Danny Phantom.” The guy snorted and Danny scowled. “What’s so funny?”

“Halfa sounds like something my son would’ve called it when he was 7.” Once the cotton ball was soaked through it was put in a ziplock that vanished off to somewhere and a water bottle was poured over it instead, followed by a cloth. “I’m Dr. Jason Pace. Nice to meet you.”

Danny stared at the man while he cleaned his cut with wide eyes. “There are ghost doctors?” It felt like a dumb question, doctors died as much as anyone else, but with all the violent ghosts that came through it was weird to see someone who specialized in helping people.

“Death is hardly enough to keep a medic from helping people who need attention,” Jason said with a chuckle. “When I woke up in the Infinite Realms I met this big burly werewolf in a hoodie who said he was here to take me where I’m supposed to go but he got to me late, and I thought ‘wow, psychopomps are real and they can be behind schedule.’”

“Did. Did this werewolf happen to speak Esperanto?”

“Yeah, said his name is Wulf. I told him that wasn’t very original and he agreed. Then I told him that I needed to see my husband and he cut open a hole back to the living realm about two weeks after my death, and after a very passionate and emotional night, I headed back into work and just sorta. Kept doing what I do.” He hummed, holding up the cloth and setting it on fire before tossing it behind him, where Danny watched it turn to ashes before it made it five feet above the ground. He swiped the purple goop with a q-tip, and then a bunch of vials of glowing liquid appeared from thin air, spinning around him in a lazy orbit. “Poisonous and venomous ghost animals are horrors and ecto entomologists can kiss my ass if they wanna preach about preserving species.”

“What… are you doing?”

“Ah that’s what it is- you’re going to feel numb in a couple of seconds, which is perfectly normal, but then your core will start to go … well let’s just say I’m glad I got to you in time.” One of the vials stopped, the swab burned up like the cloth, and a syringe was put into play. “This is an antivenom. Please don’t squirm, or this will hurt more.” Jason pressed the needle over where a vein should’ve been, and Danny hissed at the sharp prick of pain. Then a lollipop of all things was presented to him. “Hope you like blueberry.”

“So, what I’m gathering is that you just wanna treat people and you came up to me cause I got bit by a spider. I don’t remember my folks ranting about a doctor ghost tricking the people at the hospital into dastardly plans so I’m gonna guess you’re not from around here.”

“Oh, this isn’t why I came to your town of course, but yeah this is the thing I’m gonna be doing.” The syringe needle, once removed, was disintegrated like the rest, and a bandage was stuck on Danny’s arm before his suit could reform around it. “You should be good… and don’t worry, I don’t mess with people’s heads. I just help people. And yes, I know how to help bridge spirits like yourself.” He held out a business card and gave a two-fingered salute. “Give that a little charge if you need me. Bye!”

They watched Jason fade from sight and Danny stared at where he’d been with wide eyes, blinking rapidly. “What the f-”

“We need to get to school!” Sam shouted, drawing his attention down to his best friends. Danny dove down and scooped them both up, turning invisible and flying toward the school. “Oh, wow, ok.”

“So that was weird, right?”

“That was really fuckin weird, yeah,” Tucker said. “I guess it makes sense that there’d be ghost doctors, hospitals are the evilest places.”

“I’m glad he’s here,” Sam said. “Maybe he’ll be able to help you keep up with your habit of crashing into things.”

“I don’t have a habit thank you. My enemies have a habit of yeeting me into things. There’s a difference.”

“You can turn intangible and go through things instead of slamming into them so.” After that fun and lovely argument, Danny almost forgot the weirdness of Dr. Pace.

That is until Lancer introduced the class to a very tall boy with brown hair, tan, freckled skin, and pink eyes. Pink eyes that were glowing ever so softly. “Hello class, this is Kyle Pace. He’s an exchange student from Pittsburg.”

“Hey there,” Kyle said with a wave, smiling wide enough that everyone could see his canines were much longer and too pointy to be human. “My last school was Three Rivers so uh I’m kinda not used to this kinda school, so if I’m weird I’m sorry about that.”

“Not a problem, Kyle.” Lancer patted the large boy on the back. “Your classmates will be doing their best to help you adjust, I’m sure.” No one missed the look Lancer gave them, and no one even really considered caring. Danny, Sam and Tucker were all staring at Kyle with varying degrees of subtly. “There’s a seat between Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter over there, Mr. Pace. I’ll make sure you get a study guide to catch you up on where we are.”

Kyle nodded and plopped down in his seat, bookbag set down next to him, and the class moved on as though this were normal. Well, Wes was fuming at the back of the class but no one paid him any attention. He looked like he was paying attention, and after a while, Danny decided he should do the same, but the glow in Kyle’s eyes and the way Danny’s ghost sense was stuck in his throat, almost alerting him to a ghost but not, messed up his focus even worse than a regular old attack.

When Lunch rolled around, they had a chance to actually talk about it. “So uh, when Dr. Pace said he had a kid,” Tucker said, “Do you think he meant like after he died?”

“My ghost sense says yes, which is gross to think about, but also kind of an existential crisis going on.” Danny pushed his food around on his platter, staring at it and through it. “How the fuck does that even work?”

“Well if Box Lunch,” Sam said with a shudder, “Can exist then maybe… what did he call it? Bridge Spirits? Maybe they can happen, ya know, naturally?”

“This validates everyone who wants to fuck Phantom,” Tucker said with a mouth full of meatloaf from home. Danny punched his arm without looking and took satisfaction in his yelp. “I’m just sayin.”

“Swallow first, and then - novel idea - don’t say it.”

“I saw him leave algebra with Dash and Dash’s hair isn’t looking so perfectly combed right now,” Tucker said anyway, earning a kick in the shins from Sam.

Danny groaned. “Can we talk about something else?”

The universe did not agree with their subject of discussion moving away from Kyle, however, as he strode over to their table and plopped down next to Danny. He had a lunch box filled with clearly homemade food that looked like it was cooked by a chef compared to the lunch meat on Danny’s platter. He tossed an arm around Danny’s shoulders and gave them all a cheerful, “Hey there! How’re you guys doing? I saw your spider backpack and I know appearances aren’t everything but,” he pointed at Sam with a lazy grin, “do you like snakes?”

“Uh, yes?” Sam looked between Danny and Kyle, likely assessing how dangerous he might be. “Just not your kind of snake.”

“Pardon?”

“People who hang out with Dash Baxter tend to be just like him.” Sam folded her arms and scowled, and Tucker rolled his eyes. Kyle just frowned and looked over at the A lister table, making eye contact with Dash for a moment.

“Only impression I got outta Dash was attractive when he’s not talking, what kinda guy is he?” Sam was all too eager to share that and so was Tucker. Danny watched as Kyle’s expression grew darker while staring at Dash, eyes beginning to glow brighter until he turned back to the table and covered Tucker’s mouth. “Aight, an asshole. Got it. Y’all know that’s all like, illegal, right? Someone can record him doing this shit and either call the police or threaten it.”

“I mean, we could but then the other A listers would be out for us,” Danny said.

“I dunno what the A list is supposed to be, but I’m betting it’s something really stupid, and I have ta say: can we talk about snakes now?” Kyle stuffed food in his mouth, and then the conversation about which snakes were cuter, cooler and more dangerous began. Danny zoned out, stretching his senses to confirm the current of ecto energy under Kyle’s skin and wondered how to bring that up.

Before Danny could ask Kyle if he was possessed or just Like That, Dash Baxter’s voice caught his ear. “Hey, Kyle, why’re you hangin out with these losers? You should-” that was as far as Dash got before a pink bubble appeared around him and Kyle turned around to shove the bubble. It rolled along the floor until it bumped into the A lister table and then popped, leaving Dash to fumble into his seat. Then Kyle turned back to the table.

“I really want a pet snake, or like even some fish, but Dad doesn’t trust me and Pop thinks that I should learn to be responsible first before I go asking for a pet. Like, aren’t parents supposed to use pets as a test of responsibility?”

“Some parents think that,” Sam said, her salad finished and her protein shake almost done, “but it’s unfair to put all that on a kid.”

“So,” Tucker said slowly, “everyone is staring at us and I’m kinda wondering if we’re gonna talk about you putting Dash in gay baby jail.”

“Is that weird?” Kyle raised a brow, and Danny snorted. “I just really didn’t wanna talk to him if he’s an asshole like y’all said and the bubble popped pretty quick.” Kyle looked around at the dead silent cafeteria, and his skin began to glow. “Why are people starin?”

“Because you just blew your cover, ghost!” Valerie snarled across the cafeteria, and it exploded into chatter. Kyle flinched at the noise and a bubble appeared around the table that blocked out the noise.

“What the fuck? What’s going on?”

“Uh, dude, they don’t know about half ghosts.”

“But you’re a bridge spirit too!”

“They don’t know that! I’ve got a secret identity to keep!”

“I- wow, ok spider-man. Alright.” Kyle took a breath and dropped his shield, floating up above the crowd of teens. “HEY!” The crowd when slowly quiet as Kyle waved a glowing hand around to get everyone’s attention. “MY DUDES! Thanks. So uh, yeah, I’m not sure what y’all think I am, but I can explain pretty easy.”

“Oh I’m certain you can, ghost, but we’re not interested in your lies!”

“Excuse you, I don’t lie anymore than you do. Anyway, when a living human and a ghost love each other very much-”

“Are you saying your mom or dad banged a ghost?!” Dale was always so eloquent, it had Danny wondering how he had such bad grades.

“Yeah,” Kyle shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I don’t have a Mom though, Dad and Pop just figured out that ghostly physiology is malleable and they wanted a kid. I’m done talking about my conception now, cause that’s gross, but like, this is a basic thing to understand.” Kyle floated back down to his seat and crossed his legs. “I swear I heard at least five girls around here want to start a family with Phantom, and I just gotta wonder: y’all did know that’s possible right?”

Silence eerie as a horror movie washed over the cafeteria. People processed what they’d been told and some of their minds tripped over themselves trying to do so. Kyle turned back to Sam and started complaining about pets while chatter erupted around them all, and Danny slammed his head against the table.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Jason Pace #Kyle Pace #OCs #fanfiction #phanfiction #fanphiction #phanfic #fanfic #phanphic #fanphic #Rexy Writes

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J-Pop girl-group, FAKY has released their first single of 2021, 'The Light' with an accompanying music video. This song was selected as a campaign song for the horror film Jukaimura (Suicide Forest Village), the most recent work by the master horror director, Takashi Shimizu, who also directed The Ju-on (The Grudge) and Inunakimura (Howling Village). This up-tempo and cheerful track was created to add another layer of eerieness and uncertainty to the hair-raising storyline and themes of the movie. 2020 was a successful year for the girl group. FAKY hopes to further their success in 2021 starting with the release of 'The Light'. “Our new single ‘The Light’ is an uplifting song with its pop melody, powerful live band sound, and motivating message to move forward towards the light” - FAKY. The music was composed by up-and-coming music producer, Maeshima Soshi (Hypnosis Mic, Hey! Say! JUMP, Rinne and Sorane). 'The Light' expresses that moment when your heart quivers, just when you are about to change, with the theme being about overcoming conflict and having “power to strike out into the world.”

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Singer HyunA dropped her seventh mini album I’m Not Cool on Thursday, singing of the ups and downs of being the “cool girl” on stage. The album’s title song 'I’m Not Cool' sings about the nice things she tells herself. “It’s really about my originality. I try to compliment myself before going onto the stage. I tell myself it’s not bad to be myself. I’ve long dreamed of this moment right now, and I feel like I’m a bird flying freely in the sky or a flower blooming in the field. I know I cannot be loved by everyone, but I become perfect with just one person’s love. The song is about these kind of every day thoughts.” Donned in exotic outfits and flashy makeup, HyunA said she “became a snake” in the song that sings “No one’s as intense as I am, like salmosa. I tried to show as much of myself as I could in the music video. I wanted to show how intense the ‘not cool’ HyunA could become when fully set,” she added. The creativity behind the title track comes from the unique minds of herself, singer and the founder of her agency P Nation Psy, and her best colleague and boyfriend Dawn. “We worked on the song while just chatting about it endlessly with each other,” HyunA said. “When Psy threw in a big catchy chunk, Dawn would creatively unfold this, adding fun elements to make it fit my style and state of mind. I personally like writing those rebellious lines. Mingling these three minds together, every day, was just so much fun.” [via The Korea Herald]

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THYLA are sharing their first new music of 2021, with new single 'Breathe', a track that the band confirm will appear on their long-awaited debut album, set for release later this year. Putting 2020 firmly in the rear-view mirror, the Thyla ethos of putting one foot in front of the other serves them well as they look toward what a long-awaited debut album might sound like. As self-confessed underdogs they've developed an attitude that aims at turning the possible into the inevitable, and with the hypnotic 'Breathe' they reach for reflective, melancholy sounds to accompany what is a time of intense loneliness for many. It is a theme that has been creeping into Thyla's music for some time, and 'Breathe' sees them further explore the idea that, in a world more connected than ever, we are paradoxically more shut off as individuals. 'Breathe' shows yet again that even at their subtlest, Thyla are capable of carving out an impassioned pop world full of the intricacies of our much-missed IRL interactions. Lead singer Millie Duthie offers these thoughts on the track: "'Breathe' was written in the early hours of the morning. Eventually we chanced upon this really vibey atmospheric lick that you hear in the intro, and the whole song grew from there. The song blossomed into a slightly melancholic dream-pop bop, it’s bittersweet and has a slightly inconclusive feeling to it; imagine a film where the main character never actually gets the happy ending you’ve been so long yearning for. The result of how the instrumental sounded no doubt manifested lyrics that held the same sentiment. The song is about loneliness, estrangement from family and close friends, yet despite this, feeling a sense of inner strength about the situation. It’s like recovering from a breakup and realising you’ve come out stronger, but a reflection of the scar tissue that resulted from the trauma."

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Loki x Reader - God of Mischief

Prompt: If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?

Summary: You and Loki are forced to attend a fancy dinner in Asgard, where you question Loki’s talents. He shows you just how talented he really is.

Warnings: Oral, teasing, public, dirty talk, cloning (of himself), smut, dom elements

“I detest these dinners.” Loki frowned as he helped do up the corsetting in the back of your long silk gown.

“Don’t be rude.” You frowned playfully at him in the mirror, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“God damn it...Y/N, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He finally admitted, running a hand through his long hair in frustration.

“How can it be that hard?” You huffed, reaching around your own waist and beginning to lace your dress up.

“Well, usually I’m taking these evil contraptions off, not putting them on.” He smirked, snaking his arms around your hips and tucking his chin into the nook of your neck, kissing your skin there lightly. You sighed, wishing more than anything that you could forgo the entire evening and stay in bed with your boyfriend, but duty calls.

“Stop that.” You demanded, but there was no heat behind your words. He continued to kiss a trail up to your ear, where he nipped lightly, causing you to let out a squeak. “Seriously, Loki, if you don’t cut that out we’re never going to get there.” His arms around you tightened.

“I don’t see that being a problem.” His melodic voice was muffled against your skin.

“You know how the Allfather gets, he’ll send down your mother to fetch us. Better yet, he’ll send down Thor.” You reminded your overzealous boyfriend. You’d been caught in that situation twice before, and really weren’t keen for a third time. His attractive face twisted into a scowl.

“Let them try! I am Loki, son of Laufey, God of Mischief and I will-”

“Listen to my girlfriend because she knows best?” You finished for him, turning in his arms and cupping his enraged face in your hands. He calmed down, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, I blame the sexual frustration.” He muttered, smirking lightly.

“Sexual frustration? Loki, we literally had sex not even a half hour ago!” You exclaimed.

“Exactly! It’s been far too long.” He groaned, grabbing your hands from where they were grasping the ties of your corset behind you and attempting to undo all the progress you’d already made.

“Loki, I’m serious, we have to go! It’ll only be an hour, two at most.” You promised, backing away from his wandering hands and finishing tying up your dress.

His long body leant against the dresser, his lithe muscles and narrow hips making you seriously question your own sanity in choosing to leave. Before you could change your mind, however, there was a knock on the door.

“Loki, Y/N! Are you ready for dinner?” Frigga’s voice floated through the door and you both sighed.

“Coming, mother!” Loki growled, for which you catechised him.

“Stop being a prick.” You hissed as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the door.

“Just you wait, darling, I’ll show you a prick.” He winked quicker than a flash and sent you his devious smile, but before you could question him, Frigga was upon the two of you.

“Your father is waiting in the hall,” Frigga cautioned and you had to stop Loki from letting out a ‘not my real father’ with a tug of his arm, “and you know he doesn't like to wait.”

“We apologise, your majesty, I was having trouble lacing up my dress.” You bowed your head, and she sent you a warm smile.

“Not to worry, my dear, I understand how difficult those things can be. And how utterly useless men are at helping.” She nodded her head towards Loki with an affectionate grin. You laughed at his outraged expression.

“Agreed, it’s definitely not where their talents lie.” You added.

“Say what you want, I know my talents.” He finally said as you entered the grand hall. “I cannot wait to eat.” He growled into your ear, and his tone had you whirling around to face him.

“Loki, do not-” You began, but Odin cut you off.

“So glad you two could join us!” His deep voice boomed across the hall and he spread his arms out, gesturing at the incredible feast that was laid out upon the equally impressive dining table. He sat at one end, with Frigga on his left. A couple of important people were seated at the table as well, but none of them you knew the name of.

“No Thor tonight?” Loki asked innocently, ignoring your glare as he pulled out a seat for you. You sat down and he took his place at the other head of the table.

“Unfortunately not, he had some urgent business to take care of in Midgard,” Odin announced, looking dreadfully proud of his firstborn. “Thor does so much for the rest of the seven kingdoms, you know. He’s such a caring boy. Not to mention his power! Oh ho! He could flick an ice giant through a wall, I have no doubt!” Frigga, absolutely mortified, started to whisper-yell at her husband, who seemed to be on good terms with the brandy already.

You could sense Loki’s anger so you aimed a kick at him under the table. He knew it was coming and caught your foot effortlessly, sending you a dark look.

“I’d watch yourself, my love.” He said lowly so that no one else could hear. Not that anyone would regardless, the table was so big that you were a good metre away from the person next to you and even more from the lady across the table. Loki was the closest person to you, and whilst that would normally make you relaxed, it only filled you with a sense of dread at that point.

“Loki, please calm down-” You began but a tug of your leg stopped you short.

“Do not.... test me, Y/N. Not tonight.” He let go of your leg and gripped the bridge of his nose with two fingers. You felt sorry for him, you knew how much he hated being compared to Thor, and yet it seemed that every chance his (adoptive) parents got, they would always find a way to rub it in his face.

He was the outsider.

That still didn’t excuse his behaviour towards you, so you sat stonily in your chair and ignored the sorrowful looks your boyfriend was shooting you.

“Darling, I’m sorry, you know it’s not you. I-” Loki reached out and tried to grip your hand but you snatched it away, taking a sip of the red wine in front of you.

“A toast!” Odin roared, standing up suddenly from his seat and swaying slightly. “To Thor!” He suddenly winced and you were willing to put money on Frigga taking a well-aimed kick under the table. “...and to the rest of my family! And my friends! To us all, to everyone!” He hurried and threw back the rest of his drink. The rest of the table cheered in response and finished off their glasses as well before digging into the feast.

A low melody began to play as the band picked up their instruments and sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. You were still ignoring Loki and instead engaged in small talk with the lady across the table from you.

“The silent treatment, huh?” Loki muttered and you could basically hear the smirk in his voice. “I know a way to get you talking, darling.” You were concerned about what his methods would be, but surely he wouldn’t try anything with his family sitting metres away?

The sound of a metal fork clattering against the stone ground made you swivel your head to look at Loki, who was smirking straight at you. “Clumsy me, I dropped my fork.” He ducked under the table and swiftly reappeared, making you even more confused about his motives.

Before you could say a word, you felt a hand slid up your thigh, under your gown.

Your knee jerked and hit the table, causing everyone’s heads to spin to you and your blushing face. Loki sat there with a knowing smile, his fingers steepled under his chin.

How...

“Sorry everyone, I thought I felt a spider, it was just a cobweb.” You laughed breathily, another hand running up your other leg. You shot Loki a bewildered look, knowing those long fingers were definitely his, yet he was still sat in his seat, his hands in plain view...

“Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like a maid to quickly clean it away?” Frigga asked, already motioning for a servant to come over to the table.

You snuck a look under the table and had to smother a yelp. There was Loki, kneeling between your legs, his beautiful face adorned with a devious smile, holding a single finger up to his lips.

“No! No!” You cried, waving the maid away, afraid that if she got to close then you would certainly be caught in a predicament. “Honestly, it’s fine. Let’s carry on with the meal, it’s delicious.” You smiled at Frigga, who still looked concerned but allowed the maid to return to her post. Slowly, everyone resumed their meals, leaving you be.

“Explain yourself. Now.” You hissed at the Loki sitting to your right, at the head of the table.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He deadpanned, taking a sip of his wine. The Loki between your legs shifted his hands up to your hips before gripping them and tugging you forwards in your seat. You gasped and looked under the table once more. Loki sent you a cheeky wink before disappearing under your voluminous skirt.

His shoulders pushed your legs apart as he settled between them, his hands circling your thighs. His warm breath ghosted against your panties; white and lacy, just as Loki liked.

“Loki, what are you doing?” You whisper-yelled.

“Who, me? I’m trying to enjoy dinner, my love.” The Loki to your right smirked knowingly at you. “Is there a problem?”

“You know damn well that there’s a problem!” Your voice was raised enough that the lady across from you looked towards the two of you, but you sent her a reassuring smile. She returned it and continued her conversation with the gentleman next to her.

“I don’t know if I’d call that a problem,” Loki whispered, his voice low as he regarded you through his lashes, gesturing under the table. Your stomach jolted at the look and you couldn’t help the heat pooling in your stomach. The other Loki placed a chaste kiss on the apex of your thighs, through your panties, causing you to gasp and redden.

“Okay, you’ve proven your point.” You hissed, gripping the arms of your chair until your knuckles were white.

“And what would that be?” He asked, hitching an eyebrow at you.

“That you’re talented.” You breathed out, the other Loki beginning to nuzzle against your core, his nose grinding on your clit and his hair tickling your thighs.

“Have I proved it though?” He sighed as if in thought. “You know what, darling, I don’t think I have.” He shrugged as he took another sip of wine, and you watched hungrily as his tongue darted across his tips to chase every last drop.

“Loki, please.” You barely contained your moans. “Stop teasing, we can leave now, just-” You were cut off as the other Loki all of a sudden licked a stripe up your centre, through your soaking panties.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” The Loki sitting at the table leaned closer to you and ran a finger down your exposed arm, leaving raised hairs in its wake. You tried to capture his hand with your own but he was too swift, recoiling at the last second.

You couldn’t argue with him; the other Loki was sending shivers up your spine as he hooked his fingers in the band of your underwear and began to inch them down your legs. You tried to close your legs but his broad shoulders stopped you and held them in place.

“Behave, or I’ll make this way harder for you.” The Loki to your right warned. You pleaded at him with your eyes but to no avail. With no barrier between the other Loki and your wet heat, he dived in, licking a fat stripe up your slit.

This time, you couldn’t stifle your moan. Every head shot towards you, making you sputter. “Sorry, the food’s just...so good!” You gasped out, trying to smile. The other guests agreed enthusiastically, nodding their heads in approval.

“I must say, it does taste absolutely divine,” Loki added without taking his eyes off you.

“Oh, I’m so glad everyone is enjoying the meal!” Frigga’s eyes lit up with a smile.

“She says that like she cooked it,” Loki muttered under his breath so only you could hear.

Your reproachful “Loki!” quickly turned into another moan as the other Loki began to suck on your clit. The stimulation was driving you insane, and you dropped a hand underneath the table to grip him by the head through your silk gown.

A finger teased your entrance before slipping effortlessly inside on you. You had to bite down on your knuckles to keep yourself from alerting the entire dinner party to how much pleasure was coursing through your body.

“Having fun there, my love?” Your boyfriend asked innocently. You glared at him half-heartedly, unable to be angry at him at such a time.

“Sweetheart, I swear to god, if we do not leave her right now, you are in so much trouble.” You growled, your head tipping back as another finger entered you. The other Loki curled them inside of you, causing your hips to buck and your eyes to squeeze shut.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The lady across from you asked suddenly. You looked to Loki to see what would be his proposed answer. He held your gaze, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

“She’s fine.” He decided, ignoring your glare. “I think the heat’s just getting to her.” He fanned himself for effect. The mouth against you hummed in amusement, sending vibrations through your core. You gasped, feeling the know in the pit of your stomach grow with every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger.

“I understand completely.” The lady laughed in agreement. “The weather is so unpredictable these days.”

“Indeed.” Was all Loki said before effectively shutting her out of the conversation. He returned his gaze to you and met your glare with a smirk.

You didn’t dare open your mouth in fear that a moan would escape, and so instead used all your efforts to try and stop the oncoming orgasm you could feel thundering towards you.

The other Loki sped up his pace, moving his fingers in and out of you with such a speed you were left breathless. He began to suck harshly on your clit, nipping at it lightly. The mix of absolute, sheer pleasure and the sharpness of his teeth on your sensitive skin made you see stars.

“Loki, I’m about to-fuck!” You were cut off by your own moan as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your head fell back against the backboard of the chair as his tongue and fingers continued to assault you, riding you through your throes of pleasure.

Your legs shook around his shoulders and your hand tightened on his head, but whether you were pushing him away or pulling him closer was hard to tell.

Your breathing slowed with your heart rate, and the other Loki licked one final stripe up your slit, collecting all your juices before his touch vanished completely. Left feeling quite empty, you collected yourself, sucking in deep breaths and opened your eyes to see everyone was frozen in place.

“Wha...” Your eyes widened and you looked over to Loki who was grinning at you like a wolf.

“You’re lucky I hit pause, or everyone would have seen that face you make when you orgasm.” He chuckled, his chair screeching as it was pushed back when he stood up. “That’s just for me.”

“You...froze everyone?” You asked dumbly, your brain still not quite working all that well after your mindblowing orgasm. Loki stalked over to you, pulling out your chair with one strong movement and turning it to face him.

Kneeling down in front of you, he pushed some sweaty strands of hair off your face before pulling you down into a punishing kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. You pulled back, pushing a hand to his chest to keep him at a distance.

“Not so fast, buddy.” His expression darkened, but you could still see a playful glint in his eyes. “You do not get a reward for that little stunt you pulled.”

“That little stunt left you a writhing, moaning mess, did it not?” His voice dropped and he stood up, towering over you. “You just had one of the best orgasms of your life, no?” You couldn’t deny it, so you clamped your jaw shut. He could see that you weren’t going to argue and a smirk slipped onto his features.

“That’s what I thought, darling.” He swiftly leant down and gripped you lightly by the throat, with enough pressure to make your insides squirm and heat start to pool in your belly again. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and stand up for me, okay?” His tone left no room for argument, not that you were going to.

You stood up on shaky legs only to be immediately turned around so your back was pressing up against his front. You could feel his straining erection and teasingly ground your ass against it. Now that the entire room was suspended in time, you had no qualms at all.

Loki shoved you forwards so that you were kneeling on the seat, your hands gripping the backboard tightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back so you were flush against him.

“I think I deserve a thank you, don’t you?” He growled in your ear, grinding his crotch against your backside.

“Yes.” You agreed breathlessly. His hand came up to grip your hair, which he pulled until your head tilted back enough to connect your wide eyes with his lust-blown ones that were currently narrowed in mock aggression.

“Yes, what?” He challenged.

“Yes, my lord.” Your breath hitched over the title and he let out a small groan.

He released your hair and used both hands to hike your dress up. You held it above your waist, baring your naked form to him from the waist down. He moaned appreciatively, sliding a finger up your exposed slit and finding it sopping wet.

“Look what I’ve already done to you, my love.” He lifted his finger and engulfed it in his mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips in a kiss. You waited in anticipation as you heard him unbuckle his pants and then finally felt his massive length slap against your backside as it was released.

He let out a low hiss, running the tip along your slit and coating it nicely with your juices. The sensitive skin of your heat made you moan at the contact and subconsciously buck your hips forward, trying to escape that overstimulation.

He tutted and gripped your hips roughly, pulling them back. “I'm going to fuck in front of all these people, and they’ll never know.” He stated gruffly, lining up with your entrance.

“Please, my lord.” You moaned, not being able to take the teasing anymore. Loki obliged you, entering you completely in one swift thrust. He bottomed out with a groan, your mouth slack-jawed.

“So tight for me, darling.” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before plunging back into you again with a snap of his hips. One hand remained on your hips whilst the other tightened around your neck once more, pulling your head back and making you arch your back. “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded in your ear.

“Fuck, Loki! Feels so good.” You moaned, your eyes screwed shut. The feeling of him pulling and pushing inside of you was causing the knot in your stomach to tighten for the second time that night. He quickened his hips, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh the only thing in the room apart from your combined moans.

“Who’s doing this to you, Y/N? Who’s making you feel like this?” He began to suck and nibble a dark hickey onto the side of your neck. You titled your head to the side allowing him more access as you answered him.

“You, my lord. Only...you!” A particularly hard thrust knocked the breath out of you and you reached a hand up to tangle in his long dark locks.

His ego-trip made him positively purr and he smirked against your skin.

“Exactly...” He growled and his hand left your throat to rub circles on your clit. You cried out and tried to escape the overstimulation yet again, but his hand snaked around your waist and held you in place. “You’re not going anywhere, my love.”

You could barely breathe with how your senses were being attacked: his engorged member hitting a new spot in you with every thrust, his hand on your clit, his mouth on your neck... it was becoming too much.

“Loki, please...” You moaned loudly, a sob catching in your chest. It felt so good it hurt.

“Almost there, darling.” He groaned, his hips becoming faster as he chased his own release. “Hold on for me.”

“I can’t,” You sobbed, your body beginning to spasm with the force of the orgasm you were barely holding back. “Feels...too much...I-” You couldn’t form a coherent sentence and you yanked at his hair, causing him to let out an animalistic growl.

“Now, come for me.” He ordered gruffly, never ceasing his thrusts or the rubbing of your clit.

You let go, the knot expanding inside you like a rubber band until it snapped, and a massive tsunami of pleasure washed over you. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, your entire body convulsing as shockwaves went through you.

Loki wasn’t far behind you. With a grunt and the stuttering of his hips, he spilt his seed into you, continuing to pump his hips until both of you were completely spent. He bit down on the skin of your neck to muffle his moans, only stopping the movement of his hands once you started to shake like a leaf.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted, resting his forehead on the nape of your neck. You couldn’t respond immediately as you were still trying to catch your breath. “That was...”

“Incredible.” You finished for him.

“Indeed.” He agreed, allowing the two of you to catch your breath for a few more minutes before slowly slipping out of you. Letting your dress fall around your legs, you tried to stand up but your legs buckled beneath you. Before you could fall, Loki was cradling you in his arms and tucking you against his chest.

“I think an early night is in order.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before suddenly unfreezing the dinner party. Music and laughter punctured your little bubble and made you jump.

Frigga, noticing that you were suddenly in Loki’s arms, became worried.

“Oh dear, is she ok?” She asked Loki with a deeply concerned look.

“Don’t worry, mother, just a bit tired is all. I’ll take her to bed now.” He said and began to back towards the grand doors. You waved half-heartedly at the party as the two of you left successfully and then rested your head on Loki’s chest.

“I think we got away with it.” You yawned, nuzzling his neck.

“Do you not have any faith in my talents?” He quizzed but there was no seriousness behind his question, so you just laughed in response.

“After that, I will never doubt them again, I can promise you.”

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monsterkinkmeme · 6 years ago

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Betrothed

In response to this prompt https://monsterkinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/183478790523/on-your-18th-birthday-your-parents-inform-you-that Citrus

Female x Male Spider-Monster

TW: Only slight for manipulation (on the part of the mother, not the spiderboi)

I’ve never submitted before or posted a story so I’m nerv-cited.

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“I don’t understand.”

“Acra, darling, I don’t know what you expected.” Mother’s voice is scolding, her tone disappointed. “You are the second born, you have three younger sisters. Your Father, bless his soul, died six years ago. How am I meant to support this family? What little we had is running out.” She tuts at me as she begins to carry clothes out to the line.

“I expected I’d get a job not…not be sold like some form of-of cattle!” I stomp after her, outraged.

She scoffs. “You’re so dramatic, darling. I’m not selling you. I promised your hand in marriage to a suitor.” She places clothes pins in her mouth and I already know this conversation is over.

“Yes, in exchange for money, Mother! Like promising a farmer a cow and then getting money for good breeding stock.”

She gasps at the insinuation, dropping the pins. “You watch your mouth. Your sister ran off, I could hardly promise her hand. The little ones are too young. Aelia is barely six. Would you rather I sent her in your place?” She turns and eyes me, the haughty expression on her face drives me insane. She always uses my sisters against me.

I’ve been essentially a second parent to them as she’s floundered and moped her way through our father’s money. She could have worked. She could have done any number of things but instead she’d sold me. She’d always been an immature and selfish mother but this was a new low.

I knew I’d get no further in this conversation. She’d start crying soon and accusing me of making her out to be the bad guy. Didn’t I know how hard she tried? How much she worked her fingers to the bone to care for us all? Did I want her to die too, like father had? He’d always been the favorite. Never her. It was disgusting. I didn’t want to hear it.

“Who did you sell me to, mother?” I said, my voice resigned. She brightened and turned back to the clothes.

“A nice young man, I’m sure.” She tittered, her voice almost excited.

“You’re sure?! You don’t know?” This brought her pause but she continued her chore, not answering. “Mother how do you promise me to someone you don’t even know the first thing about?”

“I’ll have you know, young lady, there is a service who does all the dirty work for you. You simply inform them of your child’s age and what you want in return. Whatever stipulations you have, and they search for others that match the offers.” Her tone was snippy, she’d start with the waterworks if I pressed her over this. Honestly I was a little relieved my mother hadn’t chosen the man, I shouldn’t have expected her to do the work, anyway.

“And what were my stipulations? The return?”

“Acra! That is enough! Stop pestering me with that ugly tone. I did what I had to for our family. I would think you could understand that. You should be more like your father.”

I removed myself before I could explode. Father worked himself to death at mothers bidding. Rather than a fair load, he had pushed himself longer and harder. She didn’t want me to know the return because it was likely money. I had a feeling my stipulations had been rather slim as well.

But I was promised. I was betrothed. I could only hope he wouldn’t be a complete monster.

A letter arrived not long after my birthday, from what I assumed to be my soon to be husband. The writing was elegant, flowing. Whoever it was had a better education than I did. He said he would come to pick me up in person and that we would travel by balloon back to his home. My mouth gaped. By balloon? Mother had suspiciously little to say on the matter.

When the day arrived my mother sent my sisters to visit with a friend in the village. I found it strange, but didn’t mind the quiet or the ability to have a clean home. I dressed in my best dress, which wasn’t saying much. I tied my hair back with the newest blue ribbon I had. Just before he arrived mother fussed over me and then excused herself. She said we should meet alone. Now I didn’t know what to think. Mother was avoiding my meeting with my fiancé. But I couldn’t imagine why. Well actually I could, and I was scared. She knew something. Something I wouldn’t like.

There was a knock at the door and I felt my body go cold. I had to answer. My feet moved stiffly across the floor.

I pulled the door open and blinked at the…man that stood before me. My eyes didn’t know where to settle, because I had six of his to choose from. Two that looked rather humanoid in placement and size, but yellow. Beside each human eye were two slightly smaller round black eyes. Three eyes on each side of his head. He had dark hair that was tied back similar to mine and seemed rather long. He had fangs that he bared at me in a nervous smile. His skin was a dark gray, though not sickly, and it darkened gradually from his forearms down to his nearly pitch black hands, of which there were four of each. Four arms on a very human top torso, connected to a very not human body. Eight legs, a large thorax. My mother had betrothed me to a Dryder.

My mouth dropped open. I stared at him with open surprise. In his top uppermost arms he held a bouquet of flowers, dark blues and purple things, tied together with a strong band of silk. His lower set of arms held…a cocoon? A blanket? Also of silk. Dryder silk. Gifts for me, I assume. He seemed to falter completely at my face and his own mouth dropped open in surprise.

“I…I’m here for Acra?” He said, his voice was deep and soft but definitely nervous.

I realized what a fool I must look and snapped my mouth shut. How rude of me. “I…I am so sorry. To stare. I…I wasn’t expecting…that is, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’m Acra. You must be-“

“Vrachnis. Did…did you not receive a letter informing you about our match? And my information? I assume you must have because it was accepted.”

Mother. “Actually, my mother handled it. Poorly it seems. I didn’t know anything other than I was betrothed. And what your personal letter said. I didn’t mean to seem so…startled. I’ve never met a Dryder in person, I’m afraid.”

His hands fidgeted under the blanket. “Would you prefer we call off the agreement? I’m sure it would take some doing but I know it can be done.”

For a moment, the idea seemed so good. But one glance at Vrachnis saddened face brought me back. “Oh, no, it’s not like that.”

“I’ve had it happened before, you wouldn’t be the first. It’s alright if you’d like to.” There was sincerity in his words. Honesty that I’d never had presented to me by my mother. “Unsuspecting I imagine I am a lot to take in.” He forced a chuckle, he was trying hard to act as if he was alright. But there was a deep sadness to his eyes and his smile.

“It was surprising, I admit. But…I would like to know you.” He was handsome. There was no denying it. When he smiled at my reply I found myself grinning back.

“These are for you, by the way. I made them myself. Well, no, I picked the flowers. I made the blanket. It is customary with my people to present your mate with something you have made of your silk as a gift after asking them to join with you. I wove it extra tight. I heard that humans get colder than my kind.” He shifted the flowers into one hand and patted the blanket. When his eyes shifted back up to mine I could see that same anxiety there.

I reached for it and the softness of it surprised me. It was heavy like a woven quilt. I’d never touched the silk of the Dryder before, it was always far too expensive for us to afford. I adored it instantly.

“It’s wonderful, Vrachnis. Truly.” The blanket was large, probably made for someone of his size rather than mine. He noticed me struggling and carefully took it back, grinning wide. I reached for his one of his hands and took it in my own. He seemed surprised but grasped my hand back gently. His grey cheeks turned a little purple and I realized he was blushing.

Suddenly I couldn’t imagine ever saying no to our agreement. I couldn’t imagine living another moment here, discarded in both feeling and opinion, stifled by my mother. “Will I be able to see my family again?”

He chuckled a little, the noise a mix of a human laugh and a soft chittering. “Of course! You will be my wife, my mate, not a prisoner.” His hand tightened on mine and he bent low to stare into my eyes. “Whatever you want I will do my best to provide for you.” His lips brushed the back of my hand and I felt the touch of his fangs underneath. Now it was my turn to blush. He did not hide the excitement from his voice when he spoke next. “Does that mean…you would have me?”

“I would.” I smiled up at him and he blushed deeply again. “But I’m still confused how or why we are traveling by balloon.”

“Oh! That’s another custom of my people. Normally when mates have decided to tie themselves they will construct a silk balloon together. It carries them on the wind to a new place to settle. It’s more of a tradition now, most don’t really leave. In our case, I’ll construct it myself and we’ll be headed back to my land.”

The idea was so fanciful, so far removed from this reality, that I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. “That sounds insane, but I trust you. How will we ride in it though?”

Here he blushed again and cast me a shy look. “Normally, mates cling together with one side and share control of the balloon using the legs of the other side. It demonstrates their teamwork, keeping each other safe while embracing. In this case…I will simply be holding you.”

The idea of being held so close to his naked chest made me blush nearly as much as the idea of flying unsecured made me dizzy. He seemed to sense this though.

“I will never, never, let any harm come to you Acra. You can trust me. In all things but especially in this.”

How could I ever say no?

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jakette · 6 years ago

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The Bank

So I was watching this gif set of this scene when this fanfic idea of a pregnant emotional Amy just came to my mind. Hope you guys enjoy! I certainly had fun writing it. I hope you all can hear Jake’s laugh as I did!

It was Monday morning that a very pregnant Amy; on her day off awaited Jake in their room as he came out of the shower in his plaid blue shirt and pants ready for work; running a towel through his wet hair; a soft, shocked expression gracing his features, as he stopped momentarily upon seeing Amy.

"Isn't today your day off Ames?" he asked her, moving to discard the towel at the assigned place.

She stood up his maroon tie in hand, a sugary sweet smile dangling off her lips.

"I know..... I just wanted to help get my husband ready for work." She smiled innocently, kissing him softly (which he reciprocated) and placed the tie around his neck lovingly.

"Awwww Amy!" He faux reacted. She looked adorable but she had to know how obvious she was being. "Cut the crap Santiago, I know that deathly sugar smile full well. You obviously want me to do something I'm gonna hate. What is it?" He asked in what had started a high accusatory tone turning into his soft voice; assuring Amy he'd do anything for her and the little human growing inside of her.

"Okay fine you got me." She gave up still doing his tie. She knew the magnitude of her favour so she wasn't sure if she'd buttered him up enough just yet. "I uh-I wanted to go to the bank." She admitted sheepishly looking at him lovingly letting go of his tie momentarily.

"Absolutely not! Ames that's a suicide mission!" he exclaimed.

"Come on Jake! You're just over reacting now. " She shrugged.

He was not over reacting. Getting Amy to the bank had proven to be more difficult than he thought. More difficult than when she wasn't pregnant. She'd start crying the minute she saw that Asian dude's poster.

"Amy the last time we went you cried so much you smudged the ink on the forms. The clerk had to call me Ames; the clerk."

"It wasn't that bad." She countered innocently.

"The poor guy thought you had a stroke cause he was so used to seeing your immaculate paper work." He remembered being slightly annoyed that day but smiling so hard when he'd heard. He had teased her for about a month for that at work. "Why don't you tell me what you want done and I'll do it huh? I am your best husband." He coaxed her sweetly. Anything to save him from taking a pregnant Amy to the bank.

"Jake you always ruin the paper work and I have to spend hours on a half hour task. Please Jake. Please.....please." She pleaded but he was persistent and just as stubborn as her.

"Uh uh." he nodded a negative as she played with the hair at the base of his neck.

"I'm already dressed. It won't take long."

"No Amy. That’s not even a problem! I have a reputation! I’m gonna be late anyway."

"And I'm very pregnant with your baby."

"Exactly! So pregnant you shouldn't leave the comfort of our home." He quipped back with a sweet smile.

"And me and the baby love you so much. And mama would be so happy doing her finances like a normal woman again."

"Ugh! That is so unfair! I can't believe you're playing the pregnancy card. Your hormones are the whole reason you're banned from the bank." Jake looked flustered and defeated; dreading what lay ahead so early in the day. This was gonna be a spectacle.

"So does this mean you're taking me!?" She shrieked in disbelief. Amazed that the pregnancy card still worked. She had abused it’s power way too much. Poor Jake had already been doing so much but whenever she'd start ranting that she was pregnant he'd even do things he absolutely loathed.

"Yes. But I'm gonna rip that old Asian guy's head of if he makes you cry again." He threatened but it went unheard as Amy shrieked.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the BEST! " she kissed him on the cheek and announced pulling away from him. "I'm gonna go get my bag or you're gonna get late."

"So consistent." He mumbled after her smiling. It was worth it seeing her so happy. So what if he had to deal with whinny Amy. He sighed somehow he'd manage.

They had just walked in the bank smiling. Jake making jokes the whole ride hoping to keep Amy's spirits up. It had worked for the most part until they entered the bank and Amy told Jake to wait as she went to talk to the clerk.

He was standing there thinking if people had ever climbed construction sites spider-man style to make such tall building when he head a teary voice calling his name.

"Jake."

He inwardly cursed the stupid person who hung the poster and put on a sympathetic smile as Amy approached him; forms in hand. He'd never thought he'd see Amy Santiago cry in a bank. He had figured she'd cry seeing his finances but even that had gone considerably well.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" He asked taking her in an embrace. She pulled away to answer him.

"I went to take the forms from the clerk and when I turned around I saw the old man opening a savings account for his grandson." She sniffed. "And this time Jake," she sniffed again. "This time I realised, his expressions were so sweet he was so proud of himself and so naive and in so much pain." She exclaimed as a tear trickled down her cheek. "And his grandson's probably an ass-hole hoarder. I bet he doesn't even take care of him and its all just...... it's just so sad." She cried tears falling down her cheeks, her nose a cute shade of red.

Jake raised his eyebrows at this new approach. Normally she'd be crying over how the old man cared so much as to open a savings account to help his grandson. "He's not even his son Jake!" she'd exclaim.

Either way Jake had to admit she was the most adorable blumbering mess there was. A few passersby gave them weird glances and moved on but Jake couldn't care less. He found her so cute and dorky thinking of a back story for the old man when he was quite sure there wasn't one. It was also quite comical for some reason. So with a smile on his face he wiped the tears off her face and assured her in his embrace.

"I'm sure he has a loving wife to go to Ames." he consoled his over emotional pregnant wife.

"Why would you bring that up?! She's dead Jake! How can you not know that or she'd be in the bank with him! That poor poor old sweet man." She yelled at him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, then crying some more over the misfortune. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Why don't I drop you off home so you can cheer yourself up filling those forms, huh? And then I can submit them tomorrow. Alone." He added for good measure in case she had some ideas of tagging along tomorrow as well.

"Good idea." she sniffed. "But all I'm gonna think about as I fill these forms is his sad face as he wastes his saving on his crap face grandson." She answered angrily.

He couldn't exactly tell what he found funny; his wife calling a non-existent grandson names or her anger while she was crying. Either way he couldn't help find his chest warm with laughter as his wife went on about the grandfather's back story; tears in her eyes as if she personally knew him; as they made their way back to the car.

"I bet his grandson's name was Jacob." She declared in the silence of the car.

"Woah!" he countered a little taken back by the sudden attack. "Ouch Ames. I can't believe you'd call me crap face and a douche. Also does this mean I can't name our possible son Jacob then." he smiled teasing her.

"You wouldn't dare; not after I know the grandson's name is Jacob." She retorted a deathly stealth in her voice through the tears as she straightened in the seat. " And I only said so because your finances are a mess too and he probably also laughs at his wife's tears." She concluded.

This only incited a bark of laughter from Jake. "Oh Ames." he smiled at her. "I'm laughing at your adorableness."

"You know that's not a word! Why would you do that Jake?!"

He just laughed more at her cute little cry yell. She was a cute fluffy adorable ball when she was flustered. But it was only a matter of time before Amy's hormones decided to somersault and join Jake in his infectious laughter.

As he drove to work; a permanent smile residing on his face for the rest of the day. He couldn't help but thank the widowed, Asian old guy and his crap-face grandson. He had smiled about it the whole day. And whenever he'd go to the bank. And at home he had teased Amy even more. She would never hear the end of it. But neither did Jake for their visits to the bank were far from over.

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secretsofslytherin · 8 years ago

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Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon.

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long.

Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me... that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on!

Where do I begin? Um... Let’s recap shall we?

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy.

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem.

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either.

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already.

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life.

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are.

Okay, moving on from Slytherin.

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds.

Hermione is Minister of Magic. Okay. First of all, we all knew she could have gotten that in canon if she’d wanted it. Except... She didn’t want it. The Hermione I remember didn’t like the Ministry. At all. Their treatment of creatures, muggleborns, and how easily they were corrupted all turned her away from it. I suppose there could have been a “I’m going to get in charge in order to fix everything” development. But really... It’s a stretch for me. But my biggest problem is the fact that she’s not the clever girl I remember. The Hermione I remember, the girl who scarred a girl’s face permanently for being a snitch, wouldn’t have been so easily robbed by two teenage boys. You’re saying she hid the most important item in the Ministry at the time in a bookshelf in her office? No. Sorry, but no. I don’t care if it was charmed. Also, with all her experience with Polyjuice Potion, you’d think she would have been able to tell that her husband and best friend weren’t acting like themselves. She’s not the girl I remember. I want my Hermione back.

I think somewhere in the writing process of the book someone got Ron and George mixed up. Seriously. I know that JK said that after a few years of being an Auror, Ron goes to help George in the shop, but c’mon. He’s not one of the twins. Ron, “let her go, take me” Ron, “are you a witch or not?!” Ron, ‘goes into a forest after a trail of spiders that he’s terrified of’ Ron, honestly a brave and amazing friend Ron, was reduced to a bland comic relief with bad pranks. Ronald Weasley was not in that book. I don’t know who was, but it wasn’t Ron. Hermione is a insane stretch, but Ron... Ron is unexplainable. There is nothing that could have happened to warp Ron’s character that severely. Nothing.

Now, onto Harry.

Oh, Salazar, Harry “I wish you weren’t my son” Potter. What the hell. What the actual hell?

This boy was abused as a child. This boy lost not only his father, but his godfather, his mentor- literally every father figure in his life. Now, some would say “oh, then he had no example, he didn’t know better” and I call bull---- on that. No. No no no. It does not take an example to know that you don’t tell your son “I wish you weren’t my son.” Harry is a washed out, lackluster echo of who he was. After years of being ignored or not listened to by adults, you’d think he’d try to listen to his own son more. After social isolation and depending on his friends for his life at times, you expect me to believe that Harry would ever forbid his son from seeing his only friend? You expect me to believe after almost dying in school every year and dealing with bullies and house prejudices, that Harry would insist that Hogwarts is heaven on earth while his son is trying to tell him otherwise? That he would become this bitter employee?

No.

Again, there is nothing you can tell me that will convince me that this complex character whom I love became this bland person. Nope.

But but but, you say, it was written as a play, not a novel. The writing is different.

Okay. But, play or novel, we know these characters. Look me in the eye and tell me you can completely understand what could have made their personalities to change so drastically. Because, for me, the answer is nothing. Nothing could have done this. It’s just bad writing.

That’s just the characters.

Can we talk about all the other utterly ridiculous dung that was in this play?

First off, the rumor about Scorpius. The “he’s Voldemort’s kid because time-turners” thing. What the hell? Where the hell does something like that come from? Even Rita Skeeter wouldn’t do that. It’s absurd and doesn’t even fit in the wizarding world we know. Why did Draco allow that even to manifest? How would that even start? I’ll tell you how- to give a terrible attempt at foreshadowing. Not only does it give the twist away if you stop and think about it, but it also goes against canon. Never are time-turners mentioned besides books three and five and they’re talked about with reverence. Rumors like that wouldn’t be allowed around the Malfoys. Draco, canon Draco, wouldn’t allow it. The whole thing annoys the crap out of me.

The Trolly Lady thing. Hogwarts has been around how long? The lady has been there how long? After seven books of Harry just seeing an innocent lady- after so hundreds of years of the Hogwarts Express- you’re telling me that this lady has been an insane magic security guard for that long? On top of that, you’re telling me that no one before Albus and Scorpius have ever gotten off the train? Albus and Scorpius aren’t even that skilled! They’re normal kids! Come on!!! I just don’t buy it. Any of it. It’s ridiculous.

Also: They made Theodore Nott a Death Eater and I have not forgiven them for doing that to my favorite Slytherin.

Okay, before I continue, I should make this clear: If you write fanfiction, there is literally no wrong way to do it. There are no rules, and no one can tell you how to do it, what to do in it, or anything like that. I write fanfiction. I write OC fanfiction. I’ve written time travel fanfiction. If you want to do it. Do it.

Now...

Let’s talk about this. Some of the most popular fanfiction plots involve OCs, secret kids/siblings, time-travel, alternate realities, ignoring deaths that occur; if you read or write fanfiction, you know what I’m talking about.

All of that is great. Honestly, some of the best stories I’ve read involve one or more of those things listed.

Cursed Child includes all of them.

There’s a reason we like fanfiction. It expands the world we love. It adds characters. It explores characterizations. It’s a place we can change things we want in canon. Where there is nothing stopping us from making Bellatrix and Voldemort have a kid.

But this was not supposed to be fanfiction. This was supposed to line up with canon. It wasn’t supposed to contradict it. It wasn’t supposed to leave us with asking what the hell was that?

Delphi. Voldemort’s daughter. I’m sorry, but first of all. Voldemort was practically soulless and bent on murder, immortality, and concurring the Wizarding World. I can’t really imagine him even wanting to get all steamy with Bellatrix. Also, it may not be worth much, but Bellatrix was married. Slytherins are traditional, remember? Also that means she would have to be pregnant durning Deathly Hallows. You know, the book where she tortures Hermione and fights in a war, not to mention dies. I don’t know about you, but I don’t see Bellatrix as the kind to really take care of a child. The timing doesn’t match. The actual act doesn’t make any sense at all. AND they gave us another prophecy? Who gave it? Why did no one know about Dephi? I mean come on! I just... I’ve read fanfictions with better explanations.

Also, Voldemort having a kid is fun in fanfics. I’ve read a few I really enjoy. But in canon? No. No. NO. It doesn’t fit. It ruins so many things. His character, the timeline, the actual ending of Deathly Hallows.

But besides all that- it wasn’t even delivered well. It was obvious Delphi was the villain. It wasn’t a shock that she was Voldemort’s kid after the whole rumor thing with Scorpius. As I said- I’ve read fanfics written better.

Now, let’s move to Cedric Diggory.

Why. Why would they strip all meaning from his death by trying to reverse it? Why did it even have to be that specific point in time? None of it made sense and all it did was make me mad because Cedric was one of those characters that you hated to see die, but you understood their death. It had meaning- however horrible.

Also, you expect me to believe that this boy- this selfless, honest, just, determined, hard working Hufflepuff would become a Death Eater? I’m sorry. But no. Nope. No.

Then we have Time Turners again. Ugh. This book goes against the rules set in Book Three. They don’t even really make sense anymore and it’s a lazy plot for canon. It’s badly written and not handled properly.

Actually, that’s a summary of the entire book.

It’s a lazy plot, badly written, and not handled properly at all. It contradicts canon; it warps the characters; it’s terrible.

I don’t like Cursed Child and do not accept it as canon as it was not written solely by J. K. Rowling.

#this got rushed at the end and i'm sorry for typos and weird stuff #but it's late and i'm tired #and i'll go back in the morning and fix it up #but yeah i hate that book #cursed child #harry potter and the cursed child #the cursed child #hp #reviews #rants #cursed child rant #she speaks

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marvel-dc-hybrid · 8 years ago

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Fanfic Recommendations | Vol 1

I wanted to create this recommendation list to bring more awareness to many wonderful writers here on tumblr. The fics that I picked from each writer is one that either got me hooked to their writing style or a fic they’ve posted recently that I just really love.

MARVEL

13 Going on 30 Bucky Barnes x Reader (13 Going on 30 AU) by: @buckys-fossil When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Daddy Issues Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @you-didnt-see-that-cuming A descendant of Thor, you have your powers stolen from you by HYDRA, and the only way to get them back is to steal the Avengers software. But when sending a certain new Avenger to track you, things don’t exactly go as planned. (Series)

Little Notes Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @marvelfic You always writes reminders on your hands, so you always have a marker on hand. You often fall asleep and when you wake you sometimes find new notes written on your hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes.

Unbreakable Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @imaginesoftheheart Your life is a constant struggle with trying to control your powers and Bucky always on your nerves but one day, he goes too far. (Series)

“Why is she wearing my hoodie?” Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @writing-soldiers Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, only to discover you as the theif.

Can’t Sleep Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @coffeekeyboardsss You and Loki find comfort in each other when you’re both having trouble sleeping. (Series)

Sleepless Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @writingafterhours You suffers from steady nightmares and find help in the arms of your neighbor down the hall.

Day One Peter Parker x Reader by: @spiderholland You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on? (Series)

Homecoming Peter Parker x Reader by: @love-allthingsmarvel Your date with Peter goes haywire when the Vulture crashes the Homecoming dance.

Late Night Kiss Peter Parker x Reader by: @thespideyimagines Spider-Man came crashing through your window at midnight and you had no idea what to do. (Series)

One Jump Ahead Peter Parker x Reader by: @imaginingadifferentlife You came up with theme songs for each Avenger and you decide Spider-Man’s to be ‘One Jump Ahead’ from Aladdin.

Regret Peter Parker x Reader (Royalty AU) by: @that-sokovian-bastard Royalty AU, where you are the princess of Kingdom of Avenge while Peter is the prince of the Kingdom of Midtown. (Series)

You Have No Idea Peter Parker x Reader by: @killer-barnes You and Peter go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, you’re is curious as to why he is there.

Dysfunctional Parenting Steve Rogers x Reader by: @vibranium-ass You are the clumsiest person your friends and family knew. Your accident prone tendencies leads to comfort from your husband, Steve.

Pokémon Go Steve Rogers x Reader by: @buckyywiththegoodhair Steve uses the popularity of Pokemon Go as an excuse to spend more time with you.

BINGPOT! Avengers x Reader by: @avengerschatroom A group chat with the Avengers... with quotes from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Redemption Barry Allen x Reader by: @dccomicsimagines You are a meta-human who was sent to kill flash but fail because you end up falling for Barry.

Ditch Me Again Dick Grayson x Reader by: @attackonbatboys You and Dick were a couple but the relationship ended. He sees you after a few years and notices you with a child he never knew of...

Your Family Needs Help Dick Grayson x Reader by: @uncpanda You help your boyfriend, Dick, take care of his brothers after their wisdom teeth removal.

Absurdity Jason Todd x Reader by: @posiey You defend Red Hood to someone who thinks he’s dangerous while Jason overhears. You declare yourself the leader of the Red Hood defense squad.

Attraction to a Stranger Jason Todd x Reader by: @avengerdragoness Jason is trying to get your attention at the airport by slipping a paper with his number on it in your favorite book.

Best Birthday Ever Jason Todd x Reader by: @dc-imagine-central You are a single mom and Jason’s next door neighbor. Jason agrees to babysit your son one day leading to your son’s best birthday ever.

Family Jason Todd x Reader by: @maruthor Domestic life with Jason and your life with an adorable yet noisy newborn.

Opening Up Jason Todd x Reader by: @batboys4life Jason has been through a lot with his death and resurrection and finally decides to open up to you.

Rough Night Jason Todd x Reader by: @tim-help You were up all night working on a research paper and Jason just got back from a rough night on patrol. You’re both tired and in desperate need for cuddles. (closed blog; moving to @florallfawn)

Stalker From Another Universe Jason Todd x Reader by: @addicted-to-dc You wake up to suddenly find yourself within your favorite comic book universe. But who or what sent you there in the first place? (Series)

You’re Who? Jason Todd x Reader by: @angstytodd You and Jason live together but you have yet to meet the Batfamily. One day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but hang out with you instead. While Jason is still asleep.

You Faked Your Death Jason Todd x Reader by: @batmagines Jason has come back years after his death.... and eats all of your favorite cereal.

What You Are to Me Jason Todd x Reader by: @batfamilyimagines You got a small Robin tattoo on your back after Jason’s death but Jason only notices it after he and you got together years later.

How Should I Tell Him? Tim Drake x Reader by: @imaginethatdc You are best friends with Red Robin and you ask him for advice on how to ask your friend Tim out.

Stargazing Tim Drake x Reader by: @dc-comics-imagines You are hanging out with Tim and stargazing when he falls asleep on your shoulder.

Military Sister Batfamily x Reader by: @redhoodshood You are a vigilante in the Batfamily and you want to join the military. (Series)

WIZARDING WORLD

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor Newt Scamander x Reader by: @fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit You are one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts and your excellence in Potions class leads you to tutor one of your professors struggling students; Newt Scamander.

Captain Black Sirius Black x Reader (Pirate AU) by: @azurakenway Pirate AU where the dashing pirate Captain Black saves you from your sinking ship. (Series)

Let’s Be Stupid Together Sirius Black x Reader by: @deerprongs You are James’s younger sister and Sirius always treats you like a sister but you like him. So you do your best to try to show him that you like him.

Meant To Be Sirius Black x Reader by: @felelotlen-felhotlen You are a muggle-born Gryffindor with a horrible relationship with your parents. For winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle with this decision leading you to get to know Sirius Black. (Series)

Living With the Marauders Marauders x Reader by: @sleekeazyz Wanna know the ups and downs of living with the Marauders? Part one of this series is Sirius’ plan to ease your day during your time of the month. (Series)

SUPERNATURAL

If Only Dean Winchester x Reader by: @winchester-writes When you’re feeling down and beating yourself up inside, Dean is there to help and comfort you.

Last Words Dean Winchester x Reader by: @i-write-supernatural-imagines You express your feelings for Dean as he is dying before he turns into a demon.

Wood Smoke Dean Winchester x Reader by: @supernaturalfreewill You fall asleep in the back seat of the impala after a complicated case and start sleep talking about your crush on Dean.

MISCELLANEOUS

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah x Reader by: @dem-obscure-imagines You know that hot mummy from Night at the Museum? Now imagine having a crush on him and becoming his *wait for it* BOYFRIEND. This fic is all around cute and fluffy.

Our Son Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @you-plus-them You know the big brother in Big Hero 6? Well now you helped him create Baymax with a running joke that Baymax is the son of you and Tadashi. (closed blog; moved to @imagine-your-world)

Scars Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @pepcvina That thing with Tadashi in Big Hero 6? Never happened. Kinda. There was a fire but he survived. The experience wasn’t pleasant and changed him. It takes you to bring back the old Tadashi.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Nocturnal Jason Todd x Lily de Sauveterre by: @guns-n-lilies Not only does she need to treat her boyfriend, Jason’s wounds, she needs to treat his brothers, Tim and Dick.

La Luna Jeremy Connors x Luna by: @imaginingadifferentlife Jeremy Connors is high school senior who isn’t well liked and as a way to escape his mundane life, he dreams at night of a beautiful girl whom he calls ‘Luna’. Alas, Luna is indeed a real girl, who later on transfers to Midwood. Will she be the same as the girl in his dreams or will he realize that dreams can create unrealistic expectations? (Series)

Good Boy Roy Harper x Maia Bailey by: @royslittleharper Maia has to take care of her boyfriend, Roy, after he has been turned into a dog leading to a surprise visit by Maia’s brother, Loki.

A Demigod’s Survival Guide To The Avengers Avengers x Grim Cassidy by: @with-the-words-all-wrong Grim Cassidy was always up for a challenge when Chiron assigns her, the daughter of Death himself, to help the Avengers understand the demigod world. (Series)

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flowercrystals · 7 years ago

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The Past Is A Grotesque Animal

Part 1: Even Apocalypse is Fleeting

Warning(s): T for now (M in the future) Fandom: American Gods Pairing: Mad Sweeney x Laura, Mad Sweeney x OC Authors Note: I’ve had this idea knocking around in my brain for many months now. I just really like the idea of exploring Sweeney’s past and other gods who have fucked with him. So if you’re into future angst please keep reading! This story is written in a non-linear format. I didn’t start out writing it that way, it just came out like that. I apologize for any errors I’ve read this thing so many times I can’t see the words anymore. Comments, suggestions, critique is always appreciated!

The engine of the battered ice cream truck sputtered and coughed as Laura pushed the peddle down willing it to climb the steep grade up over yet another Appalachian mountain. It had been a few hours since their epic Kentucky fuck up that left her both husband and lifeless, more or less. Mad Sweeney sat bundled in his sleeping bag. He had been uncharacteristically quiet for the majority of their journey, either asleep or pretending to be. Their destination was House on the Rock Wisconsin.

Laura worried at the edge of a fingernail, a bad habit from her living days. This time her whole nail bed fell off. She heard a gag from the passenger seat. "Jesus Christ, Dead Wife, if you keep gnawing at your finger like that the whole fucking things going to drop off.“ Laura pursed her dry lips, eyes narrowing, but still concentrating on the road.

” So who’s in Wisconsin? If Ostera couldn’t help me because I was killed by a God then aren’t I fucked?“ Mad Sweeney sighed pulling the sleeping bag a little tighter. ” There are a whole mess of things that deal in the bringing of life and death. Ostera was just one of the more pleasant to deal with.“ Laura shifted in her seat leaning into the sharp turn. ” Lay off the fucking gas or you’re going to drive us right off the side of this fucking mountain.“ he spat. Ignoring him Laura continued her questioning ” Yea, but who exactly are we going to see, cause I don’t want to be walking in blind here.“ Sweeney groaned frustrated by her insistence . ” You’re gonna have to trust me here… It’s… It’s fucking complicated ok?“

” How fucking complicated can it be? This person, God, thing, whatever, can either help me or not.“ Laura retorted side eyeing him. "Actually Dead Wife, it’s pretty fucking complicated. We’re walking into possibly thee most important fucking thing that’s happened in this country’s short life span and I was not exaggerating when I said a whole MURDER OF GODS will be there. A whole murder of selfish, self-centered cunts all trying to out do each other.” With a groan Sweeney hung his head in his hands. “The fucking pricks.” He muttered under his breath. “ And we’re to ask a personal favor from one of the most bitter cunty cunts of them all.”

He sighed cocking his head and giving Laura a condescending tight lipped smile. “How the fuck do you think this is gonna work out, hmmm?” His gaze shifted unfocused out the window. “The price will be very fucking dear, I’ll tell you that much.” he muttered gravely.

Laura huffed. She was willing to do whatever it took to reunite her and Shadow. Her determination was singular which Sweeney both admired and was irritated by. He had pissed off Grimnir showing up in Kentucky with the Dead Wife and he knew he would make him suffer for it. But Mad Sweeney didn’t want to dwell on that. That was a fuck up to be paid back later, possibly never if he got his coin back. Now, he had to figure out how best to approach this new problem.

"I’m just saying,” Laura continued “ that if you gave me a little information, maybe I could be more prepared when I meet this being to plead my case or pay the price.” " You won’t have anything she’ll want.“ he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Then what will she want?” Laura asked cautiously. Sweeney sighed shaking his head.

“What do God’s usually want? A tribute in blood.”

Mr. Nancy stood watching the line of cars, motorcycles, buses, even a horse drawn carriage or two snake up the road towards the House on The Rock. A meeting like this was unprecedented in his entire long existence. All manner of Gods and deities would be in attendance and it excited him to his core. He had tailored himself a new suit for the occasion, vivid peacock blue paisley with golds, emerald greens and deep amethyst purples.

He had been ordered to wait for one in particular, a wild card in this possible war. He pulled a pair of gold opera glasses scanning the horizon. From far off he spotted the helicopter. It landed in the grass just outside the grounds. A petite Hispanic woman gingerly emerged. Her raven’s wing black hair was cut in a severe bob brushing just the edge of her jawline, she was wearing oversized mirrored sunglasses which hid her nearly black eyes giving her a thin veneer of normalcy to mask the brutality that coiled within her skin.

She held out her arms and walked towards Nancy "Oh Anansi!“ She exclaimed in slightly accented English, ” How long has it been?“

"Girl, not, long enough” he said giving her air kisses as they embraced. She wagged a manicured finger at him. "Oh, don’t tell me you’re still angry about New York?“ She threaded her arm through his and they began to make their up to the house.

"You very nearly got me killed” he grumbled. She tutted at him “Oh please, no one could possibly kill you, you’re Anansi, King of Spiders or… something?“ She waved her hand dismissively as he gave her a side eye. “ If you remember correctly it was your old friend who started it.” Mr. Nancy tutted at her comment. “Besides, you have hundreds of black history professors a crossed the country singing your praises.” Her red lips curled in a mirthless smile. “ You’re safe…for now.”

Mr. Nancy chuckled at the jab, “Oh look at you miss thing, you get a few dope peddlers on the border praying to your ass to help push their poison and suddenly you’re ‘Miss Big Shit. ”

"Oh darling,” she squeezed his arm, “Don’t be jealous. It doesn’t suit you. You know my re-branding has worked wonders. I don’t understand why you and Wednesday are so resistant to change. I get prayers, they ask me for blessings and I answer them, simple as that.” She snapped her fingers.

Mr. Nancy scoffed. " Re-branded? That’s just some more white techno bullshit. From what I see is that they took a fierce fuckin’ goddess, a dealer of death, and sanitized her. White washed her power with the oppressors Catholicism and made you a Virgin Mary knock off with some skull paint,” Mr. Nancy stopped regarding her figure with a long gaze up and down, “ And honey, we both know that virgin is not a word that should be associated with you whatsoever.“

The woman’s obsidian eyes hardened as her grin grew wider, nails shiny as a black widows body clutching tightly into his arm. She stood on her tiptoes, whispering into his ear, ” Every gram is a prayer, every headless corpse a offering.” She canted her head with a smile “ I don’t see anyone offering anything to you.

Mr. Nancy chuckled, he knew he struck a nerve. "Does a few hundred Narco traffickers cut it? What happened to the woman who stood atop a pile of thousands of skulls and demanded more for her kingdom? Oh and those mother fuckers listened. By the thousands they listened and then they would sacrifice themselves when there was nobody else. You’re going to tell me you’re satisfied with a couple pits filled with a few hundred bodies? I think not Mictēcacihuātl, or do you prefer your slave name, Santa Muerte? ”

“ You’re taking me to see the Grim Reaper? ” Laura asked half bemused. Sweeney scoffed. “The Grim… fucking…no, not that asshole. He couldn’t resurrect his cock to fuck himself. I’m talking about someone who doesn’t give two shits about Grimnir…” Sweeney trailed off in thought. Laura could tell by the expression on his face he was worried, though he’d never admit it. “What’s her name” she asked softly.

“Mictēcacihuātl.“ He said with a sigh."Mic… te..kaki…” Laura tried to pronounce the unfamiliar name but was interrupted by Sweeney. "Nope, don’t even try, you’re just gonna piss her off.“ “I can’t even try to say her name?” Laura looked at him confused.

“No you fuckin can’t. How do you think these gods know things? Whispers on the fucking wind bringing them murmurs from mortals. They can hear them or one of their fucking familiars will. Especially their old names. Just say Santa Muerte. It’s the new name and not as powerful as the old.” Sweeney thought for a moment “ Actually, don’t even say that, I don’t want her knowing about this before we even see her. Just call her Mika, but not to her face. You say nothing to her, got that!” Sweeney shook a large index finger at Laura who just rolled her eyes jamming the gas peddle down.

"So, how do you even know Santa…er Mika? ” she asked shaking her head. It all was starting to feel overwhelming. A delayed shock, everything being real, gods existing, walking among them with fantastic and terrifying power, snatching spring before her very eyes.

Sweeney shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact. “We have… had a thing.” Laura’s head snapped around to look at him causing the van to swerve off the road slightly. Sweeny reached over, swearing in Gaelic, correcting the vans course. " Eyes on the road you fuckin eejit.“ Laura continued to gape at him ” Wait, so you’re telling me you somehow fell dick first into Death?” She began to laugh hysterically. If anyone was going to do something so asinine it would be him. “ God, you really are fucking stupid.” she said shaking her head. “When the hell was this?“

Sweeney look away slightly sheepish. He suddenly had become very interested in a loose thread on the sleeve. “ I don’t know,” he mumbled plucking at the thread. He fidgeted uncomfortable as Laura’s gaze bored into him from the driver’s seat. "It was 80s for fucks sake.” he exasperatedly snapped. Laura sat back in thought for a moment. " Wait…what century? 1880s? 1980s?“

” Both.“ He said with a shrug.

Somewhere in Texas 1884

Sweeney had been walking alone in the desert for what seemed like days. The miners he had been traveling with had abandoned him long ago. Too much trouble even if he did always seem to have money for whiskey and women. They’d waited until he drank himself into a stupor, took his clothing, shoes and pushed his sorry ass out of a wagon in the middle of the night. He awoke to buzzards circling.

"Fuuuuuuuck” He groaned slowly raising his arm to shield his eyes from the brutal summer sun. His skin had already turned crimson, his lips beginning to crack. To top it off was the massive headache pounding out a steady rhythm in his skull. With a herculean effort he forced his large frame to his feet and began gingerly walking in what he hoped was the direction of the last shitty mining town. Cursing his poor luck he checked to make sure his special coin was still in his possession. Seeing that it was he wondered who or what he might have pissed off to place him in this predicament. His coin was powerful, but not all powerful.

He came a crossed an outcropping of rock and took shelter from the scorching sun, gingerly sitting down on his burnt ass. A scorpion scuttled up the rock in front of him. " Get ta fuck" he spat as he half-heartedly struck at it with a piece of wood he was using for a walking stick. It was late afternoon, the desert terrain was shifting colors, burnt umber, dark purples, it looked painted and unreal.

Even though the sun hadn’t set completely the moon sat low on the horizon. A harvest moon, like a red jewel in the sky. It seemed so close, as if he could just reach out and pluck it from the air like one of his gold coins. A fat rattle snake slowly slithered in Sweeney’s direction, interrupting his reverie causing him to jump to his blistered feet. " NO, FUCK NO" he yelled in it’s direction. “ This can not be the end!? I refuse to die in fucking Texas!!” He screamed impotently toward the moon.

Adrenaline in his veins, he struck out again. He was severely dehydrated and having hallucinations about his time as a bird. Naked, restless. always moving. He thought he was miserable then, the freezing damp of Ireland seeping into his bones. The night of Texas was the flip side to that misery. The oppressive heat being released by the earth determined to dry every bit of moisture, leaving him a husk.

He wandered for hours, the sun had long since set. He felt the eyes of the night creatures on him. The moon seemed to keep them at bay. Another night of this and he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky. Jaws snapping, tearing flesh, breaking bone. He shuddered.

Stopping to survey his surroundings he saw what he thought was a beam of light in the distance. “Maybe a homesteader?” He didn’t give it much thought as he hobbled as fast as his burnt body could towards it. A one room cabin came into view, a candle sitting in the window. Sweeney was desperate, he knew that folks around here were a trigger happy lot, but he bet on his natural charm to win whoever it was over. He had to. He gingerly stepped onto the porch which gave off a loud creak. He stopped to listen. He hear hard sole shoes padding the floorboards inside.

He cleared his parched throat and called out to the person on the other side of the door. "Hello?“ He rasped ” I mean you no harm. I was separated from my wagon train, there was an ambush by the natives…” He stopped for a second listening, his tongue darting out across his dry cracked lips. “I barely made it out alive!“ he lied smoothly. "Please, could you help me? I’m burnt and haven’t had water in days.” Sweeney was answered with silence. He took a step towards the pine slat door trying to see in through the gaps. It seemed empty except for the candle dimly illuminating the interior.

“Please.” He begged resting his head on the frame. His strength giving out. "I’ll give you gold, I’ll give you whatever you want, just… please.“ he whispered, praying that whoever was on the other side had a shred of compassion. Suddenly light filled his vision and cold steel jutted into his chest. It took a moment for Sweeney to refocus. A small woman stood before him. Dark skin, long wild black hair falling around her shoulders. She was wearing a white linen tunic top and a long red skirt. A belt of bullets crisscrossed her torso. Her eyes almost black boring holes into his green ones. She pressed the shotgun into his chest saying something in a language he had never heard before. His vision began to swim and he collapsed into the darkness.

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