#i still feel like i couldn't quite explain stuff lol

[snekdood]

so august 2018 is when my peak being-crazy-made art craziness happened, huh

[gothicfied]

can you write for thanos x reader where the reader is really stoic and calm, not mean, but just does not express much emotion and it drive thanos crazy trying to impress her and get a reaction? Thanks :)

Hard to get - Thanos / Player 230

Pairing: Thanos / Player 230 x calm!reader

Summary: Thanos will do anything to get a reaction out of you, even if that means he has to put himself in danger.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, blood, gunshots, killing (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff (kinda lol), not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word count: 971 Words

A/N: hii, I hope this is alright and what you had imagined!

When you woke up in a random bed, in a new environment with random people, you almost started to have a panic attack. Usually, you don't really show your emotions, you just keep them locked inside you and let a war rage in your mind while appearing to be calm about a situation you can't be calm about. After the initial shock wore off, you made your way to the middle of this area filled with beds, where other contestants or players with different numbers started complaining to the guards, that wore pretty ridiculous outfits you thought, about where their belongings went and other stuff.

After getting to know the rules of this.. 'game' you guys were playing for money, as everyone including you was here because of huge debt or money problems, you were led to the first mini game. Everyone went up the stairs while upbeat music was playing in the background, the fun colors of this environment stinging in your eyes. Suddenly, you hear someone whistle behind you: "Señorita!" The voice of a man seemingly called out to you. Without stopping, you turned your head around to face a purple-haired guy with a shit eating grin on his face. "Wow, what is a pretty thing like you doing here?" Without giving him a reaction, you just shrugged and went on, feeling your legs grow tired of climbing these stairs.

"What? You don't know?" Player 230, the numbed on his chest, seemed relentless. "Well, yeah, I obviously know. You do too, we're all in here because of one reason." you answered him, matter-of-factly, not giving him the time to speak to his face. "Have I already told you how pretty you are?" This guy's flirting techniques weren't really that great. He continued to shower you with compliments, to which you mostly didn't reply or at most said "Thank you."

When arriving at the top, every player had to take a picture in front of some screens. Conventionally, Thanos, as you gathered his alias was from others who seemed to know him, was waiting in the queue next to you, now talking with.. his fans? You didn't quite get it, but apparently he was some sort of rapper you had never heard of. A few players wanted to take a group photo with him and when he said yes, he looked at you, still waiting in line for your turn. "Hey, you there. Come on, you can be in the picture, too." Thanos said, signaling you to come over to him. Raising your eyebrows slightly, you just waved it off, with it now being your turn to take a picture.

Entering the open-roof arena of sorts, with the femald voice explaining the rules of Red-Light-Green-Light to the players, you found yourself next to Thanos, again. "So, you don't know who I am?" You just said 'no' and looked at him expectantly, like you wanted him to explain who he was. It seemed to annoy him. The man went on about how he was a rapper, even demonstrating that to you with some cheesy rap he came up on the spot, until he was interrupted by some guy, yelling that everyone who'd move during red light would die. How drastic.

"What is he talking about?" Thanos whispered, but you didn't show a reaction and rather listened to what Player 456 had to say. It started to really get on Thanos' nerves that he couldn't even coax one reaction or emotion out of you. No matter gow charming he was or how many questions he asked, you remained aloof. He kind of liked it.

"Must be on drugs, huh?" Another attempt of him to talk to you, to which you shushed him. The man in up front was talking about how you'd get shot if you moved, that being disqualified just meant they'd execute you. You didn't want to believe him, like, this sounds too crazy to be real, right? Yet still, you were determined to follow his directions. Everyone lined up on the white line, the mechanic girl doll thing staring you down. It was big and scary, also mysterious in some way. How would they shoot eliminated players? Would she shoot lasers out of her eyes like in some kind of film?

You found out pretty quickly that it was just guards who did it, as one girl panicked when a bee landed on her and that set off a chain reaction with others trying to run for their lives, just to get it taken away from them. You were floored. Splatters if blood landed on your face from one woman being shot right in front of you, Thanos not far away experiencing the same. Player 456 was screaming everyone to either run or freeze, depending on if it was red light or green light, guiding the remaining players through the game quickly.

Thanos and you had been locking eyes everytime you were supposed to freeze, him sending you a small wink everytime he saw your disturbed face. Unbeknownst to you, to everyone, he had taken some kind of pill out from his cross necklace, some kind of drug, and was now bouncing all over the place, like this wasn't serious. He reveled in the fact that he was able to get a reaction out of you now: you were mortified everytime he did something even remotely dangerous. Aww, you cared for him!

Going as far as pushing other players over, getting them killed, you concluded that this guy was mental.

The last few seconds of the given time were scary. You had made it over the finish line, saving yourself from a gruesome death, just like Thanos.

"Glad to see you on this side, Señorita. Would've been too bad if I couldn't have seen your pretty face ever again."

[angeliteeyes]

Hi im the one who asked for the astral express reader x kafka fic xd. Ive come to ask for more its thats fine by you

Imagine like, trying to sneak her up on the express but reader sucks at lying so their just smiling and giggling while trying to make excuses.

But yeah take all the time you need, i really enjoy x reader fics when they put some focus on comedy and i think you really nailed it xd

Thanks in advance if you end up taking this request :D

Hello again, nice to hear from you!!! Aww thank you so much, I tried my best with that one to match the request's vibe lol. Here u go!

Kafka x Astral Express Reader - Sneaking Her Aboard

-> First Kafka x AE Reader fic here

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"Kafkaaaaa, I haven't seen you in so long! I get that we were busy with all the Xianzhou stuff, but still..." Your voice whined into your phone's microphone, earning a soft chuckle from her. After she disappeared on you last time, your poor heart couldn't help but yearn to see her once again. Her warm voice tore you out of your thoughts.

"Darling, if you miss me that much, why don't I come over?"

Your face scrunched a little. "You mean like, come over come over? Not go-on-a-date over, actually getting on the Express?" The idea made your heart feel fuzzy. Sure, you'd been together plenty of times before, but... with the strained relationship between the Stellaron Hunters and the Astral Express, you hadn't dared bring her aboard. At least not until today.

"Sure, as long as you'll help me. You will, won't you?" Even with no visuals, you could still hear her scheming smirk loud and clear; of course, you answered it with one of your own.

"Count me in."

*

Thank the Aeons Pompom was busy cleaning around the opposite end of the vehicle. You'd already managed to bump into an embarrassing amount of corners on your way back into the Express, to the amusement of your stylish stowaway.

"You always this clumsy, dear?" She whispered into your ear from behind, forcing your already rosy cheeks to flush an even deeper hue. Just as you started to shush her, a familiar-sounding set of heels clicking rapidly caught your attention, forcing you to switch gears. Ugh, those have to be Himeko's. Why'd she have to come out now of all times?

"Crap—Kafka, you have to hide. Hurry!" You hissed at her, but... No way. She's laughing. You're about to be strangled to death by Himeko as punishment for sneaking Kafka in, and she's laughing. Wowwwwww.

"You can't be serious right now... Ugh, just go—uh, behind there!" Before she could make any snide comments, you hurriedly shoved her down to the ground behind a booth-style structure. Just in time too, apparently, based on the way Himeko's footsteps grew louder and louder with each passing second. You barely were even given a chance to check whether Kafka was properly hidden or not before heels clicking turned to silence.

"And what exactly are you doing up so late? I already told you that we need to be up and ready to go early tomorrow." As your eyes met Himeko's disapproving glare, a nervous grin swept across your face. In normal circumstances, she wouldn't intimidate you quite this much, but... well, you've seen the way her posture shifts around your partner. Not to mention the bitterness etched into each of their conversations (although, it's nothing compared to the flavor of her infamous coffee).

"Oh uh, heh... sorry about that. I just got um... thirsty?" You rubbed the back of your neck. She continued to stare at you, unamused.

"Right. Which is why your hands are completely empty, even though you're heading back to your room. Care to explain that?" She crossed her arms.

Huh. Maybe you should've sat with that idea a little longer.

"Um... Oh wait, I could've just drank it all back in the kitchen! See, Himeko, you have nothing to worry about." Your grin beamed at her as a surge of pride coursed through you. Good thinking, you.

"Hm, so you're saying you could've. Is that correct?"

Weird question, but you couldn't let your confidence waver now. "Mhm!"

"Which means you didn't actually do that."

A still silence permeated the air as your brain took some time to process the meaning behind her words. Nothing you said seemed wrong to you, but she clearly caught you somehow—

Oh. Oh. Yeah, you messed up for sure. Apparently seeing that your brain had finally caught up to the current situation, Himeko sighed.

"Look, just tell me what you're hiding. It'll make things easier for the both of us." Her eyes seemed to land longingly on a part of the kitchen. If you recall correctly, right where her line of sight is should be her... coffee machine, you think. "Well, what is it?"

Your feet shifted back and forth a little. "It's... Kafka."

"Excuse me?" Himeko turned to you in disbelief, clearly not having been expecting that as your response. Behind you, the sound of fabrics rustling together echoed out, indicating said stowaway's change to a standing position. A wave of tension rushed through the air between them, albeit a rather one-sided version—made clear by Kafka's carefree expression.

"Long time no see, Himeko. Did you miss me?" Her remark earned an eyeroll from the other woman.

"As if." She grimaced while motioning a hand over her forehead, pondering for a few moments. Her gaze moved between the two of you lovebirds back and forth before ultimately settling on you. With a heavy coating of reluctance, she opened her mouth. "I can't believe I'm letting you get away with this. Just... promise me you won't do anything else stupid tonight. And you" — she glared at Kafka — "don't you dare take advantage of this for any of your Stellaron Hunter schemes.

Kafka raised her palms in the air. "You don't have to worry about me. I've already got my hands full with this one right here." She winked at you, as if she hadn't just tried to get you in trouble earlier. Still, you couldn't stay mad for long with how much excitement was fluttering around in your stomach.

The two of you leaned into each other as you watched Himeko saunter off towards the kitchen, leaving you two behind to bask in each other's company. It wasn't long before your body began to sink into her warmth more deeply.

"I'm still annoyed at you for earlier, y'know." She laughed softly, all the while guiding you over to your room with gentle hands.

"Sorry darling, you're just so fun to play around with. I can make it up to you if you want."

You pouted at her. "And how're you planning to do that?"

But you didn't really have to ask. After being together for so long, even without saying a word, it was obvious to both of you what that sentence sparked in your minds. As your hands interlocked, you mused; maybe you could forgive her, just this once.

[tan1shere]

all im thinking about being sick with madison as your girlfriend and her taking so so much care like i just know shes a caring person when you’re sick!! so maybe something like that and like her singing you to sleep to soothe the headache🥲 i need her to take care of me so bad im gonna cry

(this is a request i just never know how to word them lols)

Flowers

Madison Beer x female reader !

A/n: this has been in my drafts for a bit but I do hope you enjoy ! - sorry if it's short !

Warnings: none just fluff !

Tags: @eilishslut @jadasmp4

Masterlist

Everything was cold, but it shouldn't of been you were under the blankets. You tossed for a little bit to try and warm up but it wasn't working. Your girlfriend, Madison. Turns over to look at you. "Morning babe." You let out a breath, causing her brows to furrow. "Baby?" You then turn to face her. "Are you cold?" You then ask. Her head shakes. "It's quite warm actually." Her eyes scan your face. Then her eyes widen. "You're sweating!?" Her hand makes contact with your forehead.

"You're burning up- I think you're coming down with something." You groan, feeling absolutely dreadful. Your body soon starts to ache. "I think you're right-" You stuff yourself further under the blankets. "Oh baby, let me get you something love." She says instantly getting up. "Nooo, come back." She was already out the door, still hearing your plea. "I won't be long!" She sprints down the stairs, heading into the laundry to grab a dry cloth, wetting it with some cold water. She comes back upstairs about to put it on your forehead. "That's so cold." You gasp.

Moving it slightly. "But your body temperature isn't bub." She makes more effort in helping, moving the sheets away from your body. You groan lightly at the cool air. "Let me go get you some water, you need to stsy hydrated." You just nod, letting her go off and do such things. It was so lovely that she wanted to do everything she can to help. Especially without knowing if it's a simple cold, flu, a bug. Maybe you had eaten something you shouldn't? You couldn't even explain what was going on, you hardly go around others, staying at home most of the time.

Maybe Madison brought home something while she was out? But that wasn't really possible unless she was sick first, but she wasn't. She soon comes back with a fresh cloth and some water. Ice, cold. By that time you actually started to feel the heat. Affecting you more so now. She places it over your forehead and you sigh contently. "Feeling that heat?" You nod. "I'm so sorry love, I hate the fact you're going through this." You give her a smile. "It's ok, not much we can do." She then smiles. "Oh but there's soooo much I can do for you!"

Your eyes turn truly loving, thankful to have someone like her. "You feeling hungry angel?" You think for a moment. Suddenly craving something random. "Oou you know that Cafe down the road, could I have one of their sandwiches." Her face lights up with joy. "Yes ofcourse!" She says, grabbing her keys. "Thanks baby." She goes closer to you about to kiss you but you pull back. "Oh please I'm sleeping with you I'm getting sick anyway. A kiss wont matter." You laugh slightly, she was right. So you lean forward and kiss her.

Little later, or maybe half an hour you grow a bit worried. The Cafe wasn't too far from the house, but just as you're thinking this. You hear the front door open. Relieved she's ok. You hear her feet sprint up the stairs. "Ohhh babyyy." She comes in with a brown bag in one hand and flowers in the other. "I come bearing surprises." You smile wide. "Mads." You sit up, moving the cloth to the night stand. "Here, have a smell. I'll go get a vase." She heads back down to do so. Leaving you with them and the food. You were so incredibly lucky.

[worstgenerationloser]

hello! I’d like to ask for shanks x reader on they’re period or js including the whole crew panicking over it lol.

have a good day or night :)

,, A lot of red. ''

Shanks x Reader

Summary... a collection of headcanons revolving around having your period as one of the red-haired pirates.

WARNING: dirty jokes!! idk anybody cares but...

(barely 1k words.)

Something was amiss. And it was alot more noticeable than you thought, because your captain unfortunately caught wind of it too. Really, as if it wasn't hard enough living on a ship with ninety-nine percent of its inhabitants being men who didn't know a thing about periods, besides the ships doctor and a few older members, you'd forever thank the stars for Hongo, seriously. How did Shanks learn about you being on your period, again? Oh, right, if you recalled, it happened on deck one day.

You were carrying crates of supplies, finishing stacking them for others to move them below deck, when suddenly, you froze up, your train of thought being interrupted by a horrendous cramp right in your asshole. It wasn't glorious, you could definitely feel your muscles tensing, and you really hoped nobody was looking at your ass, because you were sure it was square shaped.

"Y/N? You okay?" Shanks spoke, walking up to you, a look of concern etched onto his face as he placed his hand atop your shoulder, his head gently cocked to the side. You swallowed your breath, letting out a shaky sigh, before turning around to face Shanks, the cramp dissipating as soon as if appeared. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine." You shuddered, shaking it off. "It's just my period cramps."

Then, you paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not you would eventually regret telling your captain that you were on your period. Shanks wasn't an idiot when it came to periods and such, or so he liked to think, but when he obtained that new bit of information, his eyes widened, and he seemed a little worried and... Nervous. Apparently, Shanks thought that when somebody was on their period it was like a terminal illness, and they needed to be put on bedrest. It was hilarious in the moment, but looking back now, it was kind of disappointed learning that a grown man like him had barely any clue how periods worked.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After you explain that you're able to function as you normally would, he loosens up a little, but he sort of has a savior complex when you're on your period , and he ends up doing stuff for you when you try and get things done, sometimes its nice, other times its super annoying.

The only times he seems like he can tell you're on your period is when you freeze up from your cramps infront of him, actually, the day you first told him you were on your period, he was looking at your ass, and he noticed the way you clenched... He wanted to laugh, but then he realized he probably wasn't supposed to be looking.

Again with the savior complex, it can normally range from stirring your cup of coffee or tea for you, to scrubbing the deck for you. Like I said, sometimes he helps you out, and other times it pisses you off so bad when he does every little thing for you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You sighed, sitting on deck and stirring the small cup of warm tea you had made yourself a while ago, unfortunately having bled onto your sheets and had been unable to return to your sleep, and that dream that... Well, now you couldn't quite recall it, but it was a wondrous dream, surely. You heard footsteps, and you could almost immediately tell it was your captain. He sat next to you, cocking his head to the side lazily, before breathing out and speaking to you.

"Why are you up so early? It's nowhere near sunrise, y'know." His voice was groggy, and it was clear he was tired, but he still managed to make time to check in on the few men who were awake, and, well, you, too. Before you could say a word, he seemed to fill himself up with energy again, a gasp leaving his mouth. "It's cold. Where are your shoes? If your feet are cold, your cramps will only get worse— Wait, you need a blanket, or something..." He mumbled, holding his chin with his singular hand, deep in thought for a second. His eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to speak again.

You really didn't pay attention, just leaving your cup of tea behind as you walked away from your captain.

"Wait! Your tea! Warm drinks help—"

"Oh my god, shut the hell up!" You yelled back, slamming the door behind you. Shanks pouted, lowering his head in shame as you disappeared. He was still gonna keep doing the same thing the entirety of your cycle.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Shanks is already goofy, but he's gonna be making you laugh alot more, because the things he does while you're menstruating are a million times funnier for absolutely no reason. He totally doesn't do it on purpose to make sure your cramps don't keep you down, he can't stand to see a crewmate all sad and gloomy.

If you just so happen to become Shanks' lover, as creepy as others may think it is, he makes a point to track your cycle, ensuring that he can annoy you as much as possible during your period. Yes, he does annoy you on purpose, and it's funny sometimes.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You winced, rolling out of Shanks' bed, the cold hardwood floor making your hips and thighs cramp horribly, making you hop back in bed immediately, shoving your feet under Shanks' back to warm them as soon as possible. However, he was awake, and he raised a brow at your seemingly odd antics.

"Cramps?"

"Cramps." You nodded.

"You know, Hongo told me something, about how to help relieve period cramps. If you'll be so kind as to remove your pants—" You sighed, tuning him out. Every month, he always made it a point to tell you orgasms helped relieve period pain.

... And as much as you hated to admit it, it was funny this time. The casual tone in his voice, atleast.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Shanks manages to actually be serious outside of fighting when it comes to you, and when you have an especially painful cramp, best believe he is rushing to kiss or rub wherever it is. Unless you don't want him to, that is.

He cuddles and kisses you, keeps you warm on cold nights, especially if you were a little more emotional that day, he would rather lose his other arm than ignore you when you need comfort.

Shanks tries his best for you, and he's afraid of screwing up alot, although no matter what, he would never hate you, he's afraid there's gonna be a time where you'll hate him, so when you lash out at him if you're having a moment where you're just feeling horrible and gross, he immediately rushes to make things better.

Shanks makes a great boyfriend, but he would definitely do better as your husband.

END.

sorry this was so lazy im scared to go too long without posting maybe ill turn into dust like in the avengers

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 4: Family Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2000+ A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!

there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)

“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.

Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”

“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.

Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.

I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.

I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.

It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?

I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.

“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.

The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.

“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.

Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”

“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.

“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”

“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”

Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”

I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”

He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.

(3 years later)

“Abigail!”

A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.

“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.

She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”

“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.

“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.

“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.

“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.

“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.

After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.

“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.

“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”

“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.

She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.

“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.

“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.

Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.

Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.

I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.

“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.

“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.

“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.

I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.

“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”

I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.

I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.

I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.

“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.

“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.

“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.

“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.

“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.

“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.

Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.

“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.

I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”

“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.

I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.

To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.

Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”

“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.

At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.

“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.

“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.

“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.

He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”

I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.

“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.

[leoruby-draws]

Having something a little different here, not really introducing a new team member per say, but a friend and ally of sorts. Here's Tom Bronson aka Tomcat, son of Ted Grant aka Wildcat! I love cats, look how many are in this pic, everyone's having a fun time (except Grant lol).

Tom debuted in Justice Society of America 2007, which I enjoyed tho it lacked the space for all those characters (a common problem I noticed in a lot of earth 2/jsa stuff), Since he was introduced in the first issue, you would think that he'd be a pretty important character onwards. But alas, he rarely got any focus past the early few issues, even in JSA All-Stars he wasn't given a lot of page time. Then new52 hit and he got erased, not sure if he's been re-introduced back yet.

He and Ted had a pretty good relationship in the book, Tom never blamed Ted for not being in his life and even actively keep up the distance as an adult. Up until Vandal Savage tries to attack them at least. Here in the TrWh au, it can be assumed Tom was discovered at an earlier age (he's 11 to Jason's 10 btw).

Also I said up there that Tom isn't a new team member, but I did wanted to do that originality. That's because in the comics, Tom really didn't like fighting at all when Ted meet him. And that's because Tom has a secret ability to transform into a werecat, something he inherited from his mother. Ironically he keep it secret from her, maybe that'll change in this au.

Ted seemed to help Tom get over his hang-up over fighting somehow, it's not really explained how exactly (like I said, Tom didn't get much focus past tho early issues).I wished that he kinda keep up his reluctant pacifism, it's a unique outlook in a world full of heroes and villains fighting each other.

So at the moment he's a non-combatant ally of the Outlaws, maybe that'll change later who knows.

Since I'm introducing him at at an earlier age, he's still in that anti-fighting mindset, and prefers to stay out of trouble. So he can't really help the team in combat issues, but they can still hang out and have fun in other ways.

Tom's tries to come off as cool and standoffish, but that seems to be a way to hide his skittish and kind-hearted nature. He's been feeling stressed and lonely, esp with how his mother is currently sick and bedridden. Perhaps some friends will do him good!

Here's Tom hanging out with the other Wildcats, his father and Yolanda Montez. Tom is fun to draw, esp in his werecat form. I might be making him more like a cat than a panther, but cats are so fun to draw. I'm basing some this of my mom's own cat, a black cat like Tom.

I really liked Yolanda, she had a real aura of confidence and was really outspoken about what she wanted. I admit I might be a bit biased, since I'm also a Latina as well (¯\_(ツ)_/¯). You can see her trying to 'help' Tom with training to fight, he doesn't seem to enthused with the idea. There's also Ted showing affection with his son, look at the mini cat suit, Tom is so done lol.

More of Tom spending time with Yolanda, they have fun together. Btw Yolanda might already be Wildcat at this point or at least just about to, a bit earlier than in canon but why not?

Jason messes with Tom, he can't help himself. Tom doesn't seem to know how to react with Jason sometimes, esp when Jason jokes around with him. But the jokes never feel too mean-spirited so it's not too much of a bother.

If you ever read Fruits Basket, then you know there's this character with the ability to call forth cats to him. Tom doesn't quite have that power but cats seem to gravitate to him anyways. Looks like Jason called in a favor for his little brother Damian.

Here's a comic that I'd meant to go on a little longer but couldn't think up of what to come next. It's meant to show how Tom meets the team and decides to become friends. Tom seems unsure and almost insecure about why he's being 'recruited' to be friends. Rose seems surprised at Tom's stance but Eddie seems happy to make another friend. But why does Jason want to be friends?

You know there's been some meta about how Jason probably wouldn't have mind not being Robin and just be the civilian son of Bruce Wayne. YMMV on whether you can agree with that or not, I can see reasoning for it tho it should be noted Jason was really ecstatic to be Robin. I'll keep it ambiguous on whether or not Jason would want to hang up the cape, but I keep this reasoning in mind for his interactions with Tom. Tom not wanting to fight at all is a viewpoint Jason has not really come across in his interactions with heroes. As said in the comic, he finds it 'interesting'. Perhaps he was also drawn to Tom's conviction in his ideals as well, maybe Jason finds it kinda admirable in a way.

The team Jason, Rose and Eddie made is in some ways a place to have fun and hang out, to escape from lonely and unhappy lives. It the same reason why other members of the team joined in, to just do things their own way and on their own time. Members come and go at their leisure (the team have multiple places to hang but no official headquarters) so it's a fairly casual and unrestricted type of team. Having a member who doesn't even fight is not really a problem. Though Tom sometimes feels lonely when team members go out on combat missions, and he gets left behind.

There's also the little detail of the team being 'unofficial', I don't think I ever shown that info before. Though I'll probably talk about that for another time.

Well, hope you liked that!

[5and3nevermind]

Hello, I hope you're doing well 💜

I just saw your post about the yoonmin twitter debacle and I wanted to provide some context if anyone needs it. The context makes it even more ridiculous imo.

There was a tweet saying something like "imagine ur in an idol group and you and your crush are the least popular ship", and apparently people were replying with yoonmin (ridiculous I know). Someone (I don't think they're a yoonminie) said "y'all wasn't there" imlpying ofc that yoonmin has been (and is still is) one of the most popular bts ships. And everyone who isn't new to the fandom started saying that "we are losing our scriptures" and that "they used to be top 3 bts ships back in the day". Yoonminies ofc jumped on this and started putting videos and saying they used to be and still are one of the top ships. And then people started attacking them saying they're delulu and insulting Yoongi, because "why would Jimin even look at him", "he's DEFINITELY not his type", "Jimin never talks about him"... (those were the ones I saw, I'm sure there are more). They also started saying that yoonmin is a dead ship and "why would anyone even ship them?"

Anyway, that's what happened. But I find it hilarious how baby armys almost always don't think yoonmin is a big ship even when they are. I think it's because yoonminies have almost always tried to keep the shipping and deluluness between them, and have always tried not to read too much into stuff. Because even when we make jokes, it stays between us and we most definitely know that it's a joke and not something serious that should be taken as fact.

When I entered the fandom, I wasn't interested in shipping the members, but then after a while (a long time lol) I started noticing stuff between yoonmin that I couldn't personally explain as platonic. It is obviously MY opinion and I won't ever try to make people see stuff from my own lense.

Also, I wanted to add how much I HATE the label their relationship has. They're always labeled as "tom and jerry", which they are as they said themselves. But I hate it because everyone who doesn't really know them only looks at them through that lens, they don't see the care, the love, the protection, the intimacy they have. I feel like all the members' relationship gets a label but this depth is never lost on anyone because it is obvious. But with yoonmin they don't see it for some reason WHEN IT IS ALSO QUITE OBVIOUS THE DEPTH THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS. Whether it is platonic or not, it doesn't matter, but why would anyone not see how much they care about each other?

Anyway, sorry for the little rant, but this was the ridiculous context behind what's happening.

Thanks for summarizing, anon, since I was too lazy to explain it all. �� These things always start out as a joke, but then someone has to be rude about it.

Honestly, if new armys don’t see yoonmin as a significant pair, did they not pay any attention to Face era and/or D-Day era? I feel like yoonmin has been one of the most consistent pairs in terms of spending time together outside of work and clearly being close. They seemed to have a little rough patch in late 2019/early 2020, but beyond that it’s been smooth sailing (no pun intended) with an increase in their openness about each other from about mid 2020 through late 2023 when Jimin started his service. Now I’m rambling. Sorry.

Anyway…

Also, I wanted to add how much I HATE the label their relationship has. They're always labeled as "tom and jerry", which they are as they said themselves. But I hate it because everyone who doesn't really know them only looks at them through that lens, they don't see the care, the love, the protection, the intimacy they have. I feel like all the members' relationship gets a label but this depth is never lost on anyone because it is obvious. But with yoonmin they don't see it for some reason WHEN IT IS ALSO QUITE OBVIOUS THE DEPTH THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS. Whether it is platonic or not, it doesn't matter, but why would anyone not see how much they care about each other?

I hear you, anon! I don’t think the Tom and Jerry label bothers me exactly, since they have used that term themselves (like you mentioned). However, it does make me a little sad when that’s all some people see and they ignore the really sweet side of their dynamic.

They’ve discussed it twice: once in the radio live from 2020 and again during Ddeun Ddeun. I thought both times they made it clear that it’s all for fun and that it’s just one part of their relationship.

I’m not sure why people reduce them to Tom and Jerry only. Maybe it’s because they think the idea of the constant bickering duo is funny. Maybe they aren’t paying attention. Maybe it’s an easy way to get a hit tweet.

But if Tom and Jerry or even mentor/mentee is all they are, why is Jimin going to Yoongi’s parents’ house? Why is he calling Yoongi as soon as he’s out of surgery when the other members only texted? Why is Yoongi a man on a mission as he strides into Jimin’s first solo music show recording? Why does Yoongi spend one of his last nights before starting his service going to a nice sushi restaurant with Jimin? I’m genuinely asking. How do any of those things, and a million more I could name, correspond to the concept of two bros who like to make fun of each other? Or of two bros who only talk about work?

It doesn’t really matter, as long as we have a community that supports Yoongi and Jimin and the other members too. And as long as we have other yoonminers to share the fun with.

Please don’t apologize for the rant. It didn’t feel like a rant to me…just facts. 😉

[taffywabbit]

it's so hard for me to think of what any of my personal GOTY picks might be this year, because every time I think about one of the really kickass games I played/beat for the first time this year (that's what I'm going off of btw, not release date) I then have to remember "oh right I also played Pseudoregalia in like. February. and then proceeded to play it 90 more times, including once yesterday. I think there's some compelling evidence that I might've liked that game a little bit more than this other stuff" lol

...that being said, I think my other top contenders for stuff I played during 2024 would be (in no particular order):

- Noita (obviously. I can't believe I ALSO didn't start playing this until early January, it feels like it's been way longer. funny wizard explode)

- Cavern of Dreams (easily one of the best attempts I've ever seen to recreate not only the visual style of an N64 game, but the precise FEELING of playing one as a kid and exploring for weird secrets)

- the Paper Mario TTYD remake (I ended up going for 100% on this one, it's honestly some of the most fun I've EVER had streaming a game. I've never seen a remake knock it out of the park this hard, this shit is absolutely packed full of loving detail)

- Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope (I haven't quite finished it yet but I'm confident in including it here. friendship ended with Fire Emblem, I actually just need more of whatever this is)

- Zelda: Ultimate Trial (an OoT romhack that has no business being as good as it is. I jokingly called it "the Undertale Yellow of Zelda fangames" when I finished it and honestly I still stand by that)

- uhhh sure I guess Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom can go on here too (it's not a new series favorite or anything but it was still a ton of fun and I loved collecting funny Zelda monsters like Pokemon lol. very solid dungeon/puzzle design too, a real return to form)

and I guess if you want my LEAST favorite games of 2024 I'll include those too but put them under a cut:

- Corn Kidz 64 (kinda janky and imprecise controls coupled with overly punishing platforming, a really unsatisfying sense of progression, and humor and general vibes that I just found to be kinda rancid and offputting overall)

- Penny's Big Breakaway (I was SO excited to play this one, but was really disappointed. the level design is just kinda baffling and frequently makes you waste time doing side objectives for no reward or loops you back on yourself, the controls are weird and make it extremely easy to misinput and die accidentally, and it constantly throws score/combo elements in your face but nearly every move you can do will instantly take away all of your momentum unless it's 100% perfect. I couldn't even force myself to finish this one. at least the music whips ass tho)

- Zelda II: The Adventure of Link (I've started and quit this one many times but this year I forced myself to play it to completion on my switch, making liberal use of savestates. it didn't help that much. I wrote a whole reflection earlier this year about the ambitious and interesting stuff this game tried to do and why it never quite works - I think I only posted it on cohost, I should probably retrieve that before it gets deleted)

- Dr Robotnik's Ring Racers (listen if you didn't have any attachment to SRB2 Kart before this "sequel" came out then I probably can't really explain to you why I loathe this thing so much in terms of actual design differences. all I WILL say is that I'm furious we got this, which is a completely different fucking game that's super overtuned to solely appeal to a very specific kind of highly technical player niche and scare everyone else away, as a REPLACEMENT for just getting a goddamn update to add CPUs to SRB2 Kart. it's all I ever wanted, and now because they turned that update into DRRR instead, I will never get it)

also I just think it's funny to put it in perspective here that I'm choosing NOT to put Donkey Kong 64 on this list, which I did 101% complete earlier this year. so that's the bar, anything on my Least Faves list is stuff I enjoyed less than the experience of streaming the entirety of DK64. I really did have more fun beating Beaver Bother 3 times than playing Corn Kidz. I don't know what that says about me

[loneycorner]

Explaining some stuff

Vent

(Reading this part isn't really necessary and you can skip it)

So, I don't really do these things cause I'm not really a big fan getting into too much personal shit but I really needed to get this out

I genuinely feel like my irl mom is losing hope in me, I'm not getting any better with my studies, school is hell, my classmates aren't any good either.

I just feel like going into a deeper spiral of my depression, I'm in need of therapy but I think my parents will say I don't need it since I'm normal lmao. Still undiagnosed with ADHD and autism, probably dyslexic as well yayyy

But seriously, I don't really know how to continue much more, the only reason why I'm still here is because of my online friends and my literal fear of dying and maybe getting sent to hell

My current gender dysphoria is also very much not helping alongside a break up (which I did cause but I'm more worried for her than for myself) I don't really know man

Trying to focus on school is hard enough but the way my mom is so disappointed and maybe losing hope might just drive me insane, she said she'll pull me back if I fail the next quarter which hopefully not

I know she's struggling too, I'm basically useless in my own house, I barely do anything, I don't help, I'm a burden to them

Break

Will I take a break? I'm still unsure and debating on that, I wanna but then again, the internet is a second home to me, it's where I can be free, it's my escape, it's one of the things that make me happy especially with my online family

I do hope I get better, especially with the people supporting me (which I'll be honest, mostly online strangers lmaoo) either way. I'm glad I haven't ended my story just yet, I know there's gonna be more. Good or bad, I'll probably just keep fighting knowing there's people who love me despite not even knowing me that much

Appreciation and Special thanks to

@marycom15 they're basically my mom, in which I was the one to say that but eh, I love them a whole bunch and supported me through quite a lot of stuff, super silly despite calling me out on a lot of things, like stop that/silly knows me a little too well

@iamineskew funniest person I've met, my father (albeit I didn't want/silly, love you/pp) wouldn't stop flirting with my mom in front of me but I'm actually fine, I love them a whole bunch, such great art too! I'm super inspired by all his works

@boothefanficeater my best friend ever!! We don't talk a lot because he isn't online as much lol, I consider him my super best friend anyway, literally the one that made me what I've become (cough.the Prokour CEO cough) they also have lovely art, I wanna eat it

@wimdywhimsy just a cool person in general, supports literally everything I do, all of the things they do is amazing, I love ALL of their ideas they bring on the table, my sibling ever

@canadianketchup is literally almost always the first person to interact with whatever I do, I love interacting with them, I wanna do it more but I'm a little shy giggles

@sundewhasaudhd one of the BEST people I've ever met on the dsmp space,I love them sm, they're just so passionate with everything they do and it's just so admirable, they're not afraid to socialize and bring up their interests it makes me so happy

(I almost forgot to mention aahhhhh)

@theshadeblindcolor a newer addition to my little family but I love them either way, such a cool person with cool art! I love everything they do, their aus are so sick I wanna read more about them and to some more fanart

And shout out to all my old moots too on previous account, all such lovely people I couldn't have it any other way, especially my ava/m family @izzyindahouse @the-ace-of-spadez @flairya @mary-games-and-arts

I'm so happy I met all you guys, I'm glad to be a part of even the small portions of your lives and I'm super happy you are all a part of mine<3

[greensagephase]

I started to read NC recently and omgg I love it soo much. I love the way you write your story it's really smooth, going from one pov to another without any cut and all.

I also love how you describe the Spider-society!! I know it's a really specific thing but I loved that you said there might be some room for spider heroes if they need it and the same for the cafeteria.

Could you tell me more how you imagine it in general? Do you think Miguel is paying the heroes somehow and all? I'm curious !!

Nonnie, hiii! Thank you for the ask!🥰

First of all, thank you so much, omg! I’m glad you’re loving NC and those aspects of the story. I truly hope you continue to enjoy it! 🥹💖 (Also, I’m so sorry for my delayed response 😭 I’m still catching up with notifications😔)

But, sniffles you enjoy the descriptions/info regarding the Spider Society within the fic? I’m so happy about that! My fic is quite long, so sometimes those details get lost, especially with Miguel and Dulzura’s shenanigans lol, so thank you for noticing that! 😊

But yes, I imagine that the building has a dorm sector, or at least a small area where members can stay at in case they find themselves unable to return home due to issues. I incorporated that bc Miguel accepted Gwen to join the society after the situation with her father, realizing she couldn't go home since her father was going to arrest her and also witnessing the fact that her own father almost 🔫 her. He did it to give Gwen somewhere to go and also a support system in the Spider Society.

About the cafeteria, I think it’s free! I don't see Miguel as the kind to charge members for a human need (food) and especially when there might be some members like Gwen; unable to go home, jobless, are a minor, or anything like that that leaves members without access to food.

I’m not sure how far you're into the fic, but in one chapter, I also made the mention of a program that would financially help members who are unemployed, or need some assistance. Some people might disagree, but I feel like it’s something that Miguel may be doing because he has to know how different his financial situation is compared to the others.

When he said, “but I’m not like the others” I believe it references how he's different in more than one way (not just that he makes hard decisions other spider people find difficult to make), like his origin story, unique powers/traits that are not usual for a Spider-Man, and his financial status, too!

I think it’s clear that he has money (unless we’re all very wrong, then… rip to his wallet 😭). But there’s no way he isn’t since there's a few things that I think suggest so:

• The spider society building. Either he owns it, which is a financial asset he can sell or rent, or he rents it from someone else, which would mean a lot of $$$ going towards rent since it's a large building. I think it makes sense it's his, though. I can't imagine how he would explain to the landlord why there's so many people in suits running and swinging around, and about those who look different (like Noir or Spider-Ham💀). People have theorized it may have been the building where Alchemax used to run operations in and he owns it now after everything that happened with his bio dad (comics info).

• He doesn't seem to have a job, like a 9 to 5 in some lab. I think he's so devoted to maintaining order in the multiverse that he can't have a proper job now, and being wealthy would allow him to not worry about one.

• We know for sure that some services are already available to spider members. For example, members can upgrade their suits there. We know so because Peter B. tells Miles they'll get his suit fixed right up or make him a new one since they all dislike his suit because of the “bleeding armpits”. This is a service that requires money since supplies/equipment would be needed to upgrade suits.

• All the technology and equipment he has laying around his lab is likely expensive, and he has a ton of stuff.

• I also want to add that Miguel gives me strong vibes of being financially literate, meaning he knows how money works and how to multiply it, like through investing. He's an extremely smart man, literally a genius, so it makes sense he'd be knowledgeable in this department. That's just my opinion, though. There's no evidence to suggest so, but I feel like he is financially literate, especially since he doesn't seem to have a job now and it'd be wise for his own financial well-being and to support the Spider Society’s operations.

So yeah, I think Miguel's wealthy and that he knows he's different from the others.

Since he has so many people running around, I’m sure he knows how hard it’s for some spider members to maintain a job (and who need one 100% because they're not as well off) because of their double lives as superheroes. I’m sure he has learned about a few members losing their jobs at some point (thinking about Tobey Maguire’s Peter who lost his pizza delivery job rn😭) and is also aware that a lot of them don’t have family anymore because they’re deceased, or they may be older family members, so these spider members can’t lean on anyone at all, or on those still present in their lives financially.

I also think about those who may have children. There's possibly a few others other than Jess and Peter B. who have children and may be single parents, or can't make ends meet because only the other spouse is working/is able to maintain a stable job, and it's not enough for the household. And again, maybe some of these heroes have elder family members, who no longer work etc. I think Miguel would definitely feel compassion for them and try to help. 🥺

So, I think Miguel definitely helps spider members out by offering these different services/options because he has the means to do so.

Idk if he pays them per se, as in, he has a payroll system. 🤔 I think most spider people are typically very unselfish, kind people — not the type of people who would accept to be paid for being part of the society/helping save universes. They're doing it because they wish to help, out of their own sense of responsibility.

That's another reason why I think Miguel would set up these services for free; the members are not getting paid, but at least they can go to the spider society headquarters and find a free warm meal, somewhere to rest, medical assistance (something else I think is likely offered), and financial assistance if they need it.

I'm sorry for the long response, nonnie! 😭 You probably expected a short answer and I'm over here writing a short essay💀, but I just wanted to explain my reasoning for my decisions regarding the Spider Society in NC! 💕

Thank you so much for the ask, nonnie, and for appreciating those details. I hope you continue to enjoy NC! Also, I hope you're having a great weekend so far! 💖

Alondra❤️

[strawb3rrysweetheart]

Hi again, I'm the one who requested the Lucifer Morningstar x oblivious! reader! Loved it! (Which is why I am here to request another!

Once again a Lucifer fic. (He has my heart)

Lucifer x reader who is ethereal looking(also who has unique features) So to describe her, she was an albino when she was human and she just so happened to keep most of her albinism even in her afterlife. She is quite pale with white hair and red eyes. (And for gojo reference, white eyelashes and eyebrows) She has pinkish speckles on her face and body which looks like freckles. (It is lol) Tailbone length hair, her nose and ear have a natural pink hue to them. Also she's short :/. I just wanna see how he would react when he meets her and how his crush develops. Please and thanks❤❤❤

AHHH HI!! WELCOME BACK! OKAY OKAY!

CW: reader is a POC because albinism is most common in africian areas :3, brings up readers human life at first to explain why she acts the way she does, reader used to be a christian. reader loves horror movies

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When I was born, I had albinism. It caused issues with my family. My dad was convinced my mom had cheated on him, but to his suprise, the paternity test proves, that I was in fact, his daughter. Even if we didn't look alike. My pale skin in contrast to his darker skin. Growing up I got called a lot of names. I mean all because of my condition. Other kids on the playground would call me freak, old hag, freak of nature, and well anything they could think of. The heavily christian kids thought I was a spawn of satan because I had red eyes. It was so strange because I went to church! Just like them! And I envied the people without my condition so hard. I prayed everyday I'd wake up normal. I just couldn't handle this existence I had been cursed to. They all see me like a freak. For what? Being born? The genes in my blood? Why, its not my fault I existed, yet because I exist, now I was a target of constant bullying. Once the bullying went way to far.. They decided I was too much of a freak to just leave alone. They started hitting me. I'd come home with bruises everyday. My parents decided to home school me, to save from the bullying. But I never forgot.

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Now that I'm dead, Life is different. To my joy, people in hell all looked off, different. I mean you could tell I had, had albinism in my past life, but I fit in more. It wasn't used against me. Yet one thing still bugged

me. Why was I even here? I never sinned, well besides envy. But that shouldn't count! God gave me a condition that ruined my life. And yet somehow he thinks its fair to punish me for his own cruel action. It doesn't feel right. Fuck god. If he

n's gonna curse me to an existence like this, then I'll find a wa\y out. So.. I started searching, for anyone.. anything, that could get me into heaven. I stumble on an ad for this hotel.. It had said it was a chance for redeemtion! And it was free, which was good because I hadn't had a job here in hell.. Eventually I make it there, and knock on the door. A pale looking blonde lady opens the door. "Hi!! I'm Charlie!!! Are you here to live in the hotel??" She basically squeals, she seems very excited. "Uh.. yeah" You say awkwardly. She lets you in, and you meet all the hotel residents. There's a tall-ish dude with multiple limbs.. I think his name was angel? A snake, A deer, A cat, this short girl, vaggie? I think? Charlie, and a shorter dude named lucifer. Whatever.. 'friends' aren't my concern.. My concern is getting to heaven to prove my point to god. You follow Charlie to your new room, and put your stuff down. As soon as you put your stuff down, you politely ask Charlie for some space. She agrees, exiting the room. God I hope that this whole.. ordeal isn't as interactive as its been so far. You start unpacking and then you walk out of the hotel room, waving to lucifer. Look if I was going to make god understand my problem, might as well befriend his worst enemy, right? Lucifer waves back, and to my dismay, he walks over. "Hiya!! So you're like new here.. Right?" He asks, he seems nervous. Why is he nervous? He's litterally satan. "Uh, yeah" You reply, matching his nervous energy unintentionally. "So.. why do you wanna get redeemed?" Lucifer asks, not holding your gaze for very long. He seems figety. "Uh.. just think I was an okay person, a bit envious, but fine" You shrug, not wanting to give away your entire life story to the literal devil, who could betray you at any point. "Oh! Well yeah, thats not.. bad, thats good! I-I mean not good that you're envious- but its not the worst? Its okay.." Lucifer feels the need to backtrack on everything. Why is he so nervous? Whatever..

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It had been a few months now. Everyone is nice enough. Its more interactive then I would've perfered, but whatever, they're nice and we're kind of close now. Lucifer has been acting even more strangely to me. He fidgets, backtracks, and stutters like usual. But he also blushes, gets me gifts, and well just gives me the most attention..

"Uh.. (Name)??" Lucifers voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "Oh! Sorry, Uh, whats up luci?" I ask. Me and lucifer are the closest. Hes the one I truly consider a friend. His cheeks tinge red at something, persumably the nickname. "Just asking you if you wanna have a movie night at my place.. but not like in a weird way! Just a friend way.. unless you hate movies.. or me.. uh it can be your place. or mine" He backtracks as usual. I giggle. "I'd love to. Horror movies pleaseee" I say, horror movies are my favorite. Lucifer nods a bit too quickly, and pulls on his collar. "Of course! You can cuddle on me if you get scared!! Unless thats weird.. Was that weird" He laughs. God he's so awkward.. I (love) like him. "Nah, you're chill luci. Nothing you do is weird" I smile. Hoping to give him comfort. He smiles, his blush redder then normal. Before he grabs my hands. I out of habit attempt to jerk away, but stop myself. "I-Its a date!! Date... uh.. date but not like in the romantic way... hah. I'm holding your hands too long aren't I?" He asks, his palms are sweaty but I don't mind. Mine are too. Symptoms of anxiety I guess. "A date, I'll get popcorn. And no, you're fine" I snort at him, his awkward smile, the glances away from me, the way his cheeks redden at me not pulling away. "No! Uh.. no, I can get popcorn, I'm the king after all, they like, kinda have to give me good popcorn.." He says, trying to seem confident, yet failing. He can be prideful around everyone.. I don't know why he's extra awkward with me...

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I put on my favorite horror movie. I snort at lucifer in his duck onesie. Sitting on his couch. Many pillows and blankets around me, with the bowl of popcorn on my lap. "What?? You don't like my onesie?" Lucifer asks, mock offended. He sits down next to me and eats some popcorn. "Oh you look gorgeous.." I giggle.

As the movie plays, Lucifer jumps at every jumpscare. Its incredibly funny to watch the big bad king get scared of a few jumpscares.. He ended up burying his head into my arm. "You scared luci?" I tease him. "No!.. no.. yes.. sorry I lied" He mumbles, not enjoying being seen as the weak one. He shoves popcorn into his mouth to avoid further conversation. "Lucifer, I'm not gonna make fun of you.. Do you wanna watch a different movie?" I ask. Lucifers eyes light up. He nods and takes the remote. Changing it to a romance movie. I smile as the king himself uncurls himself from my arm, watching the movie with intrest. I personally think the movie is incredibly boring, but he's having fun, and thats enough for me. I watch the movie with him, holding his hand and squeezing it. Lucifer blushes, eyes widening. Hes such a dork.. I eat popcorn as lucifer rambles about how sweet the love story is. "If only we fell in love like that.. UH!! I MEAN.. uh HAH! What a good joke right!!" He laughs, forcibly. My eyes widen, blush teases at my cheeks. "Uhm.. lucifer? Do you wanna tell me anything?" I ask. Still squeezing his hand. "Uhm.! Do I have to?" He squeaks out. I nod. "Well I'd say so" I chuckle. He sighs playfully. "Finee... Uhm. I have a massive crush on you and I love you and I really wanna hold you and maybe uhm... kiss.. you!" He says quickly. I snort, giggling. "I like you too luci" I say softly. My fingers caress his hand. He smiles like a school girl. "REALLY?? Uh-.. I mean, of course you do, I'm like, the hottest" He grins, trying to seem cocky. "Oh yeah, the hottest" I smile, and kiss his forehead. He blushes deeply and nods. Letting out unintelligable noises. Maybe I finally have found love. Maybe its all worth it. Maybe I do desserve love.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

I hope I'm doing this right!

For the ⚡️lightning round⚡️

They're not yet dating *gasp*. But they're already so gone for each other and, idk, tracing their fingers over the other's body and face while being impossibly close... and just being devastatingly in love without really realising it. Bonus points if they're observed by their friends who are amazed about the whole thing. I really hope I did it right lol.

Annnnnnnd. hooooly shit!!!

2,5k followers?!

That's amazing!!! You deserve each one of them. The people need to know how talented you are! You're incredible ✨️🤩💙💚

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I actually cannot believe I'm only a few away. It's blowing my mind. And I am sooooo lucky to have so many amazing people like you who are always around for all the fun (and sometimes not as fun) things! 💖

I'm gonna put this under the cut just because it's mature-ish.

Steve still didn't enjoy getting into his pool, but he loved having everyone over to swim. But he was never alone.

Eddie didn't really enjoy swimming at all, so he sat with Steve.

At first, they just sat in chairs next to each other, found stuff to talk about.

Then they started sitting in the same chair, laughing at the kids getting into stupid fights and taking turns getting them snacks and drinks.

Now, Steve was in his lap, head on his shoulder, as they both watched everyone else enjoy their time in the pool.

Eddie's arms were wrapped around him, his finger tracing patterns on Steve's arm.

Steve's hand rested on Eddie's chest, feeling his heartbeat, reminding himself that Eddie was here.

At some point over the last six months, his nightmares evolved from watching his own failures, to watching Eddie die. Over and over and over again.

But feeling his heartbeat under his hand, feeling his fingers on his arm, tracing words he couldn't quite place, that helped.

Eddie was humming something, the soft vibrations against Steve's ear making him close his eyes and smile to himself.

"Doin' alright, sweetheart?" Eddie whispered to him after another minute.

"Mhm. You?"

"I'm great."

"Hey! Are you two lovebirds gonna get the drinks or do we need to dry off and get them ourselves?" Robin's voice yelled from the pool.

Steve stiffened in Eddie's arms.

Lovebirds.

Eddie's grip tightened, his breath warm against Steve's forehead as he whispered to him.

"You wanna come with me to get their drinks, love?"

Steve turned his face into Eddie's neck, let his lips just barely brush against his skin as he whispered back.

"Yeah. Don't wanna be away from you."

It was too honest, maybe a bit too much for them.

Eddie's lips were on the top of his head, pressing a kiss there.

"Don't have to be, Stevie. C'mon."

If Steve thought about it, he knew how close they were was different, knew that nothing they did was something he'd done with other friends, not even Robin.

But it didn't have to be something to explain, not for them.

They could stay close, they could touch and whisper to each other, and let fingers map scarred and broken skin. They could let lips linger too close, too long on foreheads and necks, on shoulders and chests. They could feel safe with each other, they could feel loved, without having to set an expectation.

Someday, maybe they would. Someday, they would probably recognize this as what it so clearly was to everyone else. Someday, they would say "I love you" with words instead of touches.

But for now, for today, they loved silently, but happily.

[etherealspacejelly]

hi dad, i'm having some internal conflict. i've always been a really anxious person (which is probably due to undiagnosed anxiety disorders) and i've never really "fit in." i've been treated as weird all my life. i've never understood tone and i get in a lot of trouble with my parents for this (even though i've explained i can't control it), i go nonverbal for brief periods of time occassionally, loud noises and bright lights cause me pain like extreme headaches, i always feel the need to follow self-created routines in order to feel safe, i don't understand social boundaries all too well, i intensely hyperfixate, i'm extremely hyperempathetic, etc. i've never understood why i'm the way i am. then i started learning more about autism and i think i may have it. many of my autistic friends seem to think so.

but my parents don't believe me and don't like me researching mental health stuff. they don't think i'm "autistic enough" because my mom used to work with autistic kids who were almost always nonverbal and on a more extreme end of the spectrum. i mask all the time too, as a defense mechanism since i get in so much trouble for misunderstanding. hell, my parents won't even get me an official anxiety diagnosis (even though i've had symptoms since the moment the signs can appear) because they think "labels don't matter."

and the big problem that comes along with this is, i don't want to self diagnose and seem disrespectful to diagnosed autistic people. i've done a lot of research and gotten a lot of opinions from neurodivergent people in my life, but i still feel fake because i have no access to a diagnosis. so many people have told me to try to get one and my parents completely refuse.

is it okay to self diagnose? will diagnosed people find this disrespectful? i'm not exactly sure how to go about this. it'll most likely be several years at best before i can get medically diagnosed.

tldr; i may be autistic but i have no access to a diagnosis and feel guilty about self diagnosing. any advice?

thank you and sorry if this was too vent-ish, i just wanted to see if you had any thoughts <3 feel free to ignore this ask if it's too overwhelming /gen

baby. honey. sweetpea. let me tell you something

autistic people actually dont care if you self diagnose. in fact, many of us are self diagnosed. diagnoses can be inaccessible for many reasons, and its perfectly understandable if you cant or dont want to get one

i can absolutely relate to you. my mum works with disabled kids too, and insisted that i couldn't be autistic because she "would have known". she considers herself an expert, but somehow missed all the signs in me. i guess because i am also quite high masking.

you definitely sound autistic to me, and if other neurodivergent people who know you agree then you probably are. autistic people can sense each other lol

i remember once when i friend of mine came to me and was like "hey btw im autistic" and i was like "yeah i know. you told me" and they were like. "um. no i couldnt have told you i only got diagnosed a few days ago and this is the first time we've spoken since then" and i was like. oh. i just Sensed it, you know? i just fuckin knew

so yes. you can self diagnose. thats perfectly fine. and if anyone tells you that you cant or that you're somehow "harming the autistic community" you can tell them to fuck off. self diagnosis does not harm the autistic community in any way, but it can really benefit people like you.

i hope someday you can get the accommodations you need and deserve. in the meantime, please give yourself grace. you're trying your best. and im proud of you, ok?

[reflectingiridescent]

love that post. truly i don’t think it would even occur to sophie to ask someone to make her tea. manipulation is, in many ways, her default form of communicating. which potentially says a lot about her past and the worldview she’s developed but that’s a separate issue. and eliot has always been quite patient with her really… yes, he grumbles and he’s annoyed easily, but he’s also the one who walks her through how apologies work in the second david job. he explains his feelings about fighting to her in the tap out job. he calls her to work through stuff in the ice man job and values her advice. he goes to her plays despite comparing them to actual torture (lol). so, sure, she’s brainwashing him into making her tea, but he knows her well enough to know that’s kind of just how she is. he accepted a long time ago that she’s really goddamned weird and can be so frustrating. and she’s also family. hell, if he can accept being made to learn the fictional languages from hardison’s movies or get pushed off buildings and spied on from the rafters by parker, he can deal with making tea. its a handy way to bypass the whole sophie asking/him grumbling about it/her complaining/him giving in, little dance they’d do otherwise.

I think Sophie would ask someone to make her tea, but she's picky about her tea in a very British way (we just saw this in The Shakedown in Clown-town Job), and she unfortunately has a found family full of Americans. /hj

In all seriousness, NLP is less brainwashing and more about suggestion. Which is why I think it works so well on Eliot specifically and why we specifically see her do this with him. He's already open to helping his friends out with F&B, no matter how much he grumbles about that.

I do think it comes down to Sophie being family. I also think it speaks to how, in families, especially those that have lasted a long time, symbols kind of weather and change?

I'll give you an example. When I was 15 and my dad passed suddenly, my sister and I stopped seeing each other as much because all of us needed to (1) grieve separately (we are not a family that encourages the collective processing of emotions) and (2) everyone needed to step up their game so that we could pay for university, afford stuff, drive places (my sister couldn't do that yet, so I had to take her), etc.

And so during this time, I changed the hairstyle that I'd had since I was like 12. And I managed to land a sweet scholarship for uni that really helped out my family, and I left because the school it was for was far away. I don't even think she was there the day I left.

But every time I returned home, my sister would ask me about why my hair had changed. And that deeply annoyed me, because while I had grown up super quickly to be what the family needed during that time, she still kind of remembered me as that 15yo girl with bangs, because that's really the last time my family had any normalcy. But also she'd gone from seeing me every day to almost never seeing me?

So one time I got really upset at her, and I was like, why can't you remember the way I look? You ask me the same question every time I come back. And that somehow discharged the anger that was there, and now "Where are your bangs?" is a joke with us. Like we still remember that time, but it's shifted into more of like...a memory that characterizes us instead of an actual problem in our relationship.

And that's kind of what I think happened with the tea? Like sure, maybe it started as retaliation (because back then, it cost a lot for Sophie to ask for help, and Eliot was like yeah no). And now it's just morphed into this memorable experience that they (and us, the audience, because we all remembered it immediately) share.

Further, they stuck that scene specifically into the context of an episode with a polycule theme, which means that in this context, it's not a signifier of revenge.

In this context, it's supposed to be a symbol of just how close they are. If you watch the scene, he acts very much like an extension of her body.

As far as the manipulation...I don't know if I'd simplify it to that extent. I think she talks fairly plainly with her family. Like, when she's at work, it's a tool, right? Actually same for Eliot. Eliot fights to control his surroundings, and Sophie manipulates to control hers. But we also have 8 seasons of content building up Sophie's philosophy around how grifting is about giving as much as you take. And 5+ seasons of her dealing with control issues (which is not just a her thing - every single person on the crew had to cede control when they stopped working alone). I do think it's easier for her when she doesn't have to communicate so directly, but I also think she and Eliot love each other a lot, and that's what works for them.

[tr1ck5]

I wasn't originally planning on writing any of this, but I've read so many wonderful and deeply personal love letters to FFVIII yesterday and today for its 25th anniversary that it kind of emboldened me to.

So here goes I guess, kind of somewhat personal wall of text about a ps1 game, under the cut. You've been warned!

Okay now I don't know how to start. You could say FFVIII came into my life at exactly the right time for me to absolutely imprint on it.

I remember playing the demo that came with a bunch of other demos from a PSN magazine; I'd watched my older brother play a lot of FFVII beforehand and I was enchanted by the story, graphics and characters, the music... Even though my understanding of english at the time was next to mediocre so I relied on him to explain things a lot. I was like... 8 or 9 then so loads of subjects and plot points went completely over my head but it didn't matter at all to me (It was kind of hilarious when I replayed it when I was older because I was like damn, this story is a LOT more convoluted/complicated than I remember wth??? Lmao)

When VIII finally released and I watched my brother play, I was now 10/11 and sometimes he'd play without me so I missed a lot of stuff (and it's rather funny because I remember looking at Squall and co at first and being like whoa, those adults have got their shit together so much and wow how I ever could have looked at Squall and thought that, is beyond me lmao) but when he was done with it I picked it up and played. And sucked. But it stayed with me through my teenage years, never too far.

I was then a lot more fluent in english and literature in general so it pretty much was my first real big 'story-driven' video game ever. I was so damn invested, and, perhaps most of all, I saw myself in Squall so damn much it was borderline uncanny. I think it's so comforting (or alarming depending on how you want to look at it lol) that that seems to be a common thing for all of us die-hard fans. We just 'get it', don't we?

I've... always been a 'weird' kid. That kid other kids somehow know to stay away from, because something is 'off' with them, before they learn how to mock and bully. And I was aware of my 'otherness' as much as them, for as long as I can remember. I never quite fit in, anywhere, no matter how hard I tried. I didn't have a lot of friends, and the very few I had I always kept at arms' length for self-preservation reasons. If I was never vulnerable, if they knew nothing deeper than surface-level stuff about me, they could never hurt me. And this way I wouldn't get too attached, so when they left it wouldn't hurt. Sound familiar?

Admittedly it's safe to assume that I had a somewhat fucked-up childhood (I mean, I wasn't an orphan forced to become a child soldier but still lol) as these behaviours didn't appear out of nowhere, and Squall's inner monologues and way of seeing things just resonated so much with me, I couldn't believe this guy was the hero that saved the day, despite all his traumas and anxiety... But he was. And he did. And his friends cared for him despite it all. And someone fell in love with him, flaws and all. He realized his way of life wasn't sustainable forever and he just... changed. But he wasn't unlovable. He wasn't irredeemable and broken! I cried so much the first time I finished that game. It felt so fucking unfair, I felt like I'd grown and matured right alongside Squall but as the credits rolled and the tv screen turned black I was met with my reflection; alone, in my room. Where were my friends, where was my Rinoa?

I'm an extremely private person. Sharing deep things about myself is extremely difficult for me and twice now I've come this close to erasing the entirety of this post. I have to fight the voice in my head that says this is irrelevant and useless at best, and dangerous to divulge so much personal info at worst. When I talk about personal things, even to the people closest to me, I start shaking and I feel nauseous and cold all over. Even today, right now as I'm typing this!

But this damn video game made me realize that I would never be happy and at peace if I was never honest and vulnerable. Because when you spend years around someone and know loads of things about them yet they know nothing about you, you're not a friend; you're an acquaintance. To love is to give a person the means to hurt you and trust them not to. You have to take that leap.

I eventually found my friends, and my Rinoa; I'm still having trouble trusting and opening up and relying on others but it got better, and it gets better still, and it's in part because of that. one. video game. Ain't that just crazy? A little bit, probably. Who cares.

I feel this wall of text of a post is all over the place and probably TMI but wow good on you for reading through it all lmao. Am I gonna regret posting this in the morning? Most definitely. But hopefully I have the strenght to leave it up. Hopefully someone somewhere can also relate, like I've related so much to all of your posts on this game! Ultimately I am deeply grateful and amazed by this community, we're the black sheeps, the underdogs, the often ill-understood... But I wouldn't want it any other way.

Happy 25th anniversary, Final Fantasy VIII.