#if you are freak out about their age difference please go outside and live a little

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

Okay now can we get a 200 paragraph slop description of Nina and Coco’s weird dynamic

grabbig you so hard white knuckle grip digging in nails.

okay so like to get into the two of them together i do have to explain my characterization for coco a bit because while i think with nina everyone has a sort of collective agreement for the most part abt her coco is a little bit more all over the place ? anyway

because my idea of coco is that shes NOT a good guy like crash is. bc i think that crash is genuinely good hearted and likes helping people! i think aku aku is a very positive influence for him and all he will always willingly help even his enemies and thats nice. but coco does not give a fuck about all of that. coco will help crash because she loves him but outside of that everything she does is for her own ends.

i read somewhere that canonically coco has the capability of being a full hero like crash is and could probably do it even better but she just doesnt Want to. and i think thats so good. shes got her own shit going on. i think that she isnt as outside of cortex's influence in her creation as she likes to think; like i think a lot of people are in agreement that she was made to be a general in his army, and cortex successfully made her incredibly intelligent, so it makes sense there would be some aspects of her personality that pull from that.

idk i stick to my thing about how tagteam racing coco is the best shes insane in it like please listen to the voicelines for her theyre so funny .

shes insanely overconfident, shes competitive, shes got a hair trigger temper, shes greedy and snappy. shes a little con artist and is constantly doing startup companies and scamming investors for money , like thats canon. and obviously shes still NICE for the most part she'll do the right thing when she needs to because its usually in her best interests anyway but it doesnt take away from the fact that theres a little rot in the core of her that never really left when she escaped that lab.

and outside of crash and crunch and like, tawna maybe, she doesnt have many friends and NO peers. so theres aspects of her socially where i think shes a freak and doesnt know how to act. never been in school probably has adhd because shes always just starting projects and shit and abandoning them. anyway

so i think! meeting nina is very important for her! like because now she has someone the same age as her with the same level of intellect (and theyre both girls ?? 🙊🙊) and she SUCKS and thinks shes better than her! so of course that kicks cocos lazy ass into gear . i think nina has such a talent for getting under cocos skin and making her insane . especially since coco hasnt had to deal with someone on the same level like that before. and i do think that coco is technically smarter but shes so impulsive, all she can think about is wanting to beat nina in whatever nina can challenge her with. it makes her brain really need to work to fight against her and prove her wrong and theres some awful little rush she gets from proving her wrong , making her Know how smart coco really is, which just makes nina fight harder to take her down.

and they think they hate each other so much but theyre actively seeking each other out to start these fights! as much as they hurt each other its fun for them in a way thats different than if it were anyone else. this snotty little girl that thinks shes SO cool with her dumb metal hands .

but theres still that inherent understanding there too. the way theyre both isolated in the way they are. coco lives on a remote island with people way older than her and nina goes to school sure but in public school everyone hates her! and even at madam amberlies she didnt actually have FRIENDS . coco is the only one who goes out of her way to talk to nina even if its just to tell her shes got a stupid big forhead. and nina calls her a feral rat and they continue their little games and rituals. they dont have to say thats why outright when they can feel it in the way they are so desperate and obsessed with each others attention.

and probably coco doesnt know how badly cortex treats Nina exactly . maybe she thinks shes cruel and nasty for the fun of it. but she knows how terrible cortex CAN be. knows that those hands arent for ninas benefit, that she may as well be an asset. maybe she feels a little pity for her there when she knows ninas being used and probably doesnt even realize that. when ninas smarter than cortex will ever be, when coco had NEVER felt the level of threat from cortex that she has from Nina . she knows shed be better off without him and theres a part of her that wants to see it i think. she likes the challenge, she craves it. it gives her something to do something to actually care about.

and i like the plotline in crash of the titans where coco gets kidnapped by her and forced to work on that machine because it makes me think so much about the dynamic there. like why does Nina NEED Coco? her intelligence probably, i also like to think that nina cant build things as effectively as coco can because of her hands getting in the way and breaking shit.

but theres this funny thing in COTT because ninas like mind controlling her to do this with some helmet but instead of just leaving the thing on her and not bothering with her otherwise nina is CONSTANTLY taking it off just to like. what! banter with her?? gloat?? like she finally has this girl forced to hang out with her and shes having the time of her life . and im not even gonna get into the way that they both fumble over insulting each other the whole time. whatever .

the titans games suck but that interaction gives a lot of potential for the idea of like. nina habitually stealing coco away under the guise of needing her hands . i like that 🫵 always making a big show of making coco her prisoner and forcing her to do her bidding because its weird for her to want to see her so often otherwise. and coco eventually just going along with it because helping nina with these plans makes it more challenging to beat her later on. like shes testing herself. and she likes it. theyre needling each other the whole time and yet that doesnt stop nina from eventually trusting coco enough to let her work with her without even keeping her in a cage. even if it gives coco the potential to double cross her . but she never does!

and of course being that close to your enemy leaves them both vulnerable. i think coco does start to understand the real nature of how cortex is to nina and it does make her feel bad. doesnt notice how little bite her insults are having after so long. how nina actively fights to try to touch her in a way thats Gentle when she brings her back to her lab. the way nina is getting more nervous. shed be stupid not to realize how close theyre getting after a while even when they say theyre enemies. when theyre laughing as they beat each other into the dirt a week later. idkk

and ninas so scared of it im sure. she doesnt make it obvious but i know shes self concious as fuck especially when it comes to coco. shes aware of how she Looks. how pretty coco is and how Good she thinks she is compared to her. not like coco would actually Like her like that. stupid nina with no friends almost no family and an uncle who cant even be bothered half the time. she cant actually TRUST anyone, and this little game she has going with coco has to fall apart eventually even if she's dreading it. dreading the day she actually wins like she says she wants to and coco's Gone.

and ideally coco could work with her like that forever. slap a helmet on her, who cares, shes EVIL right? but something about having coco all mindcontrolled and brainless by her side like she did before makes nina a little sick. even if it was nice just having a friend for a day.

i think even when coco does start trying to be closer to her - because it has to be coco initiating. her confidence is less fake than ninas is lmao - it scares nina at first . for many reasons; reasons like, maybe this is a trick. and shes scared of what cortex will do. and she could hurt coco so easily, just like every other poor little animal unlucky enough to be in her hands. and shes a bad person, and she doesn't deserve to be happy, and happiness is weakness anyway, and BESIDES. coco is so pretty and she could do better but also who could possibly be better than NINA- and its really very complicated. so i think nina pushes her away at first but coco is so stubborn and nina is so weird and they both cant stay away from each other for very long. nina sending Tiny Tiger to give coco a message like 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME. NOW I FEEL STUPID AROUND YOU ALL THE TIME DID YOU POISON ME OR SOMETHING' like coco isnt thinking the same damn thing. like man i thought i hated you what happened. why do i like seeing your stupid little grin. fuck off...wait but dont..ahahhh

and i dont think they ever really like sit down and talk about whats going on between them. they just get closer and closer until they know too much about the other. until theyve let their hands linger too long. until ninas memorized how cocos fur feels on her skin and how much shes missed that. and how much emptier their lives are when the other isnt there to ruin their day. lmaoo. you know

i think they can be soft too. i think they deserve that. let themselves get tired out after all their arguing and spitting and they just look at each other. and its just them, alone together, and they kind of know that they arent going to get this with anyone else. and so i think they allow themselves to be soft with each other . when nina realizes she cant keep pushing coco away and lets her in and coco will kiss her and hold her and let her feel like that girl she was before cortex kind of ripped it all away. just for a little bit. because they know theyll be back after each other later on, they dont really know another way to be yet other than that. but they can have this too and no one else has to know or to get it.

also side note i think its funny how animals have an affinity for nina despite what cortex did to her . and like there is a part of nina that likes coco a lot because she is silly and fluffy and soft and cute and nina is actively working to kill that part of her while coco , Being An Animal, can kind of sense that about her too. i think she uses that against her a little bit . idkk . she thinks nina is cute even if you couldnt torture that fact out of her.

aa. holy fuck. anyway

[maybege]

Drained

Summary: Donating blood suddenly has a very different meaning.

Pairing: vampire!Paz Vizsla x fem!!Reader

Wordcount: 3.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, explicit sexual content, dry humping, blood

Happy October everybody! I hope that autumn is treating you well and if it is not, that I can make you feel a little better with this Halloween-y Paz piece. As always, this is an AU that has existed extensively in my mind for a very long time, so it was fun to actually write something about it lol I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please leave a comment or a reblog, so we can all freak out about what a hot fun guy vampire!Paz is.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The night air was crisp as you made your way to one of the most exclusive clubs in the whole city and your choice to wear high heels felt stupider with every step you took over the wet streets of downtown but it was too late to change your mind now. In more ways than one.

You threw another look at your phone, where your navigation app guided you down yet another dark alleyway until you arrived at a door that couldn’t look further from trustworthy if it tried.

But as you pushed the door to Vizsla’s Speakeasy open and made your way behind a deep red velvet curtain, you were suddenly enveloped in pure luxury. You could make out leather tufted booths in the candlelight. The walls were dark but shimmery, looking soft to the touch, and more than one wall was covered in golden picture frames. Jazz music played in the background, though you could not see a live band, though maybe they were just hidden in the depths of the bar.

The place was packed – so packed, in fact, that you were surprised you hadn’t heard the commotion outside. Those brick walls must be very thick, indeed.

Trying very hard not to think about the fact that you were surrounded mostly by vampires, you made your way to the bar which was set up on the long side of the room. A tall woman stood behind the counter, looking busy. The shelves behind her were stacked with easily hundreds of liquor bottles, creating a colourful backdrop.

“Uh, hi, I am here to, uh, to – “

“New donor?” the gruff woman asked, not stopping her work of wiping down the counter.

You nodded quickly, trying to make yourself feel tall and confident and hoping that no one saw how tightly you were gripping your bag.

Marylin had sworn on her new designer bag that blood donating was one of the safest things one could do (“and it gets you bags like these!”). Considering how long you had worked together, it was kind of tragic that it took four years and her floating into work with that cherry red bag that you had seen in a window one day and had dreamt of ever since to ask her where she had all that disposable income from.

After all, you both worked the same job.

“Oh, that is easy,” she grinned, “I am donating blood.”

It was common knowledge that the streets of the city belonged to the creatures of the night. At least it had been that way ever since you could remember. Your grandparents sometimes still talked about the time before vampires and werewolves suddenly appeared at every corner, drastically changing life as they knew it.

The time of change was something neither of your grandparents ever talked about. It must have been rough. But somehow, after years of tensions and deaths and protests, it all settled into something that everyone could live with. And part of that was that the cities were flooded at night with people that previously had to hide. There were establishments specifically for them, where like and like mingled, and from a young age you were taught never to go out at night.

As you grew older and actually moved from your parents' place in the peaceful suburbs to the city, you knew that nighttime was not as dangerous as they had made it out to be. The interest vampires and werewolves had in actually tearing you up was overrated and you could still go out for an after-work drink or celebrate your birthday by going out until the sun rose. There were just some streets you tried to avoid.

But a huge part of why it was no longer so dangerous was because blood banks existed. And not the kinds to save people’s lives. Although, in some way, they did. Vampires no longer having to hunt and drain innocent bystanders entirely of their blood to survive made the biggest difference in being able to share a society.

You could go to any hospital and donate blood just like in old times and, just like in old times, you were compensated with a small fee. Charitable work, truly.

Unless you wanted to get a cherry red handbag, pay off the medical bills inherited from your childhood, finally afford an apartment bigger than a shoebox, or invite your friends out for dinner sometime.

Then, you wanted to go where Marilyn directed you. Into one of the vampire-owned locations where said vampires would splurge a lot of money on getting blood that was not vacuum sealed in a medical-grade plastic bag.

“It is like a very unusual cocktail bar,” your colleague had explained, showing you her neck and wrists to make her point about how no marks were left after a few days, “And I have never felt safer anywhere else. Just try it and thank me later!”

Which is why you were now standing in front of a woman who looked nothing like how you imagined a vampire to look. She was wearing normal clothes, for one, and her tattoo sleeve did not make her look very immortal. “Name’s Steph,” she introduced herself. “Care for a welcome mocktail while you wait?”

“No, thank you.”

She nodded. “Mar sent you, right?”

It took you a moment to realize that Mar was Marilyn and you nodded, nervously looking around. There was no official dress code but you were happy you ended up going with the black pumps and the little black dress. Everyone here looked like they were dripping in understated wealth. “She said she wouldn’t be here today.”

“Nah, she only comes on Tuesdays,” Steph explained and set the glass down, “But you’re not here to see Mar.”

No, you were not, and the reminder made your throat feel very dry.

“There is no reason to be nervous,” she smiled, “The first donation is always with one of your more senior guests. They have more experience with feeding off someone alive and can control themselves if you show any signs of discomfort. If you feel in any way unsafe, just say Geronimo, and I will come and make sure you are okay, okay?”

You nodded, biting your tongue to ask how she was supposed to hear you over the noise.

“I am sure you want to get to know who is going to be assigned to you tonight – Pat!”

A woman turned around with the happiest smile you had ever seen. Her dark hair was in a tousled updo and heavy diamond earrings swung when she turned around. Though that was not what you focussed on. There was a small trail of blood down her throat and you wondered if you should tell her. How hard was blood to get out of clothes anyway?

“What’s up?”

“Where’s Djarin tonight?”

“Oh, he's gone camping again,” she explained, “He asked Mr Vizsla to take over, he should be here somewhere, I just saw him …”

“He is right here, ladies,” a deep voice said right behind you and you turned around.

You were not sure what you had been expecting. Certainly not this specimen. He was tall. And broad. And handsome.

Oh fuck, why is he so handsome?

Mr Vizsla was the biggest man you had ever seen and if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was a werewolf. He had a strong, stubbled jaw and his dark hair was swept into a hairstyle that made you think of your grandmother's movies. He wore an all-black suit with the first few buttons undone, which meant you got a peek at his chest and the gold chain that was around his neck.

“She’s the newbie that was assigned to Djarin tonight.”

You met his gaze and immediately knew he had caught you ogling him. Shit. But then his eyes roamed over you and you swallowed, trying to stand a little taller even if your feet were already killing you. This was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and everything in you wanted to impress him. The side of his mouth quirked up into a charming smile.

“I'll take it from here,” he announced and held out his hand to you, “why don’t we get you somewhere more comfortable, darling?"

You followed him silently through the bar that seemed to much deeper in the building than you had originally thought. At one point, you even passed the band. You spotted his face in a few pictures, several of them black and white.

He looked older than you but he didn’t look old. Not like he had lived entire millennia. Maybe he hadn’t. Was it considered rude to ask vampires their age?

“Did you read the pamphlet?” he asked when he stopped you both at a small and empty booth. His hand was warm and dry, you could feel a few callouses at his fingertips and you wondered if he worked. Or if he had always been a … businessman? Bar owner?

You nodded, listing off every bullet point that had been on the online info sheet Marylin (Mar, apparently) had forwarded to your email. “I made sure to hydrate plenty, am not taking any blood thinners and my last check-up at the GP did not show anything wrong with my bloodwork. I should be good to donate blood.”

“Good,” he nodded, “do you have any questions before we get started? Anything at all?”

You shook your head. You knew why you were here but why did it suddenly all feel so fast?

His strong hand wrapped around your wrist and you let your eyes drift over the tattoos on his knuckles and the girth of his fingers and … damn it, how could one man be so … handsome? You had always thought of vampires as pale-faced, porcelain statue versions of humans. But he looked … rugged, and warm, and real. And pretty damn sexy.

“Do you have a preference?”

“What?”

With burning ears, you realized you hadn’t listened to a word this handsome stranger had said. He realized it too because he had that cocky smile again. “Don’t get distracted by my dashing looks, sweetheart,” he teased you, “This is important.”

You nodded numbly, still watching your hand in his. “I will take a bite at your wrist first,” he repeated gently, “Some people have a strong preference for where to bite and we find that it is a good test to see how you feel afterwards. I usually suggest the non-dominant hand but maybe you already have a preference?”

“No, uh, non-dominant is fine,” you murmured, holding out the hand in question.

Mr Vizsla did not look away from you though. His dark eyes were filled with mirth as he patted the spot right next to him. “Might be a bit more comfortable if you're closer,” he said and you looked down at the big space between your bodies. He was right, you knew that, but you also knew that your heart was not just racing because you were nervous to give yourself over to a vampire. No, you were pretty sure that the closer you got to him, the likelier you would be to embarrass yourself.

You really did not want to embarrass yourself.

Not even a second later, you could feel his thick thigh press against yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you wondered if he could hear it. It had been too long since anyone touched you and of course, it had to be at the most inopportune moment that you realized that.

“No need to be nervous,” he assured you, “If you feel in any discomfort if you want to stop for whatever reason, just say Geronimo and Steph is right there to punch me off you if you feel unsafe.”

“Steph?”

Who was Steph? All you could focus on was the sight of him gently cradling your hand and brushing his mouth over your palm. The touch was so gentle, yet so intentional, it made your thighs clench. His lips brushed over the inside of your wrist and your breathing stuttered. “Think of nice things,” he winked at you before his teeth sank into your skin.

An image flashed in front of your eyes. Nice might be the wrong words to describe it. You saw him – felt him, more like – bent over you, driving into you from behind. Your eyes rolled back, hands fisted into white sheets. It was warm, you were in the tropics somewhere, but that did not bother you. Because the man behind you fucked you so good you were crying, begging him for more and all you could see was –

“How are you feeling?”

You blinked, feeling dizzy at how violently you were pulled away from an idea that felt so real. What was that?

The dark-haired man still had your hand in his and you could see two little drops of blood forming on your wrist. It did not hurt, not really, except for a dull throbbing in your veins. You frowned, trying to clear your head of the image that had been so real for a moment that your body still craved being filled by … him.

“Good,” your voice felt hoarse and you swallowed, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in your throat. He had no business looking so devilishly handsome with his lips stained dark from your blood.

Your neck would be next, you knew, and immediately your mind was filled with pictures of you in his lap, closer than what was probably appropriate. Then again, it didn’t exactly seem like society’s rules were followed in this place.

He shifted in his seat, his legs spreading and your eyes involuntarily darted to the bulge hidden by his slacks. With the dim lighting, you shouldn't have been able to see anything but still, you imagined to see a very distinguishable something between his legs.

And then an idea popped into your head that you could not get rid of.

“Would it – would,” you swallowed again, trying to find the courage to ask what you wanted.

“What, darling?” he asked, his tongue darting out to lick over the puncture wounds on your arms. You gasped at the feeling. Maybe someone should add spontaneous arousal to the side effects section of that pamphlet.

“Can I – Could …”, you stopped short, frustrated at how nervous you were.

“You want to straddle me?” he suggested his legs spreading the tiniest bit more and you could feel your core pulse at the sight of it. Shit. Fuck. Damn it.

“Is that very inappropriate?” you rushed out, “I am sorry, I don’t mean to put you into an awkward position and –“

“Hey,” he murmured, his hands on your waist gently guiding you to him “Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable, all right?”

You took a deep breath, “All right.”

His large hand was on your neck, gently cupping one side so you could rest your weight against it, offering him up all this space. There was faint music in the background and you could feel his breath wash over the sensitive skin.

Your breathing stuttered, your heart raced and you shifted closer to him, your core settling over his which made you even more.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your jawline, the tip of his nose over your neck, “It is like I can hear your thoughts from here.”

Your laugh sounded breathy even to your ears but before you could worry about how you wanted to make sure you were not being a nuisance; his teeth sank into the soft skin of your neck.

The images returned almost instantly.

This time it wasn’t him behind you in the tropics. This time it was right where you were sitting. But instead of straddling him, you were kneeling between his legs, your mouth wrapped around the girth of his cock. You were caged in by his thick thighs, you could feel the heat of his body at your shoulders, his hand at the back of your head, pushing and pulling you on his shaft.

Good fucking girl, he rumbled in your mind and you gasped out a moan. With a particularly deep thrust, he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your eyes eager to find him even through the tears.

The scene morphed and you were somewhere else, wearing next to nothing. There were people all around you, club music pounding in your ears. You wore a mini-dress with an orange pattern looking like it came out of one of those retro shows. But that was not what you focused on, no.

You were on him, his cock nestled inside you as he faintly talked with other people and you were just there, moving in minuscule thrusts as he kept his hands on you, his mouth occasionally on your neck, whispering things you could not hear but knew were dirty.

Oh fuck. You wanted to pull away, feeling your pussy getting wetter. At this point, you would not be surprised if you had left a wet patch on his pants. But you would be really fucking embarrassed.

The burning in your cheeks made you want to jerk back, get off his lap and run away to move to the other side of the county.

Don’t, sweetheart, you will hurt yourself.

Your eyes flew open, seeing nothing but the dark corner of the ceiling. He was in your head. Was he in your head?

You are in my head?

His mouth did not leave your throat and his other hand landed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. Right onto the growing bulge in his pants.

Believe me, that’s my first time, too, his voice sounded amused, almost, don’t stop on my account. I quite enjoyed the little picture show.

The hand on your neck spanned wide and suddenly he was tilting your head differently and your eyes fell closed, returning to the images in your minds – and in his, too, apparently.

Your hips started moving on their own accord, grinding against his prominent erection as you found yourself chasing a high you had not felt in a long time.

Fuck, sweetheart. You could faintly hear him groan against your neck and you bucked against him again, the pressure on your clit delicious. The hand on your back wandered lower, to your ass and with how you were moving against him, it was easy for his fingers to slip under the hem of your dress.

Please, Paz, you thought, your pussy aching when his calloused fingertips brushed the lacy edge of your panties before finding the wet spot between your thighs.

Come for me, sweetheart, his voice commanded in your hand.

Countless scenarios flashed in your head, each one more pleasurable than the last but all of them too quick to focus on one. Even if you had wanted to, you would not have been able to form a coherent thought as your orgasm crashed through you.

When you came back into reality, his tongue was on your neck, closing the wound just like on your wrist before. Your thighs felt uncomfortably wet and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Well, that was a first,” Paz breathed and you blinked, trying very hard to be present. The high you were still floating on came crashing down when you realized you were still sitting on his lap and you had just come in front of this, essentially, stranger when that had really not been the plan.

Fuck, you had to get out of here before he kicked you out. How could you have dropped the ball so badly on this?

“No movement,” his hand flexed your back, stopping you from clambering off him, “We don’t want you to get dizzy. Stay here for five-ish minutes and we will see how you feel after some aftercare.”

“A-aftercare?”

He nodded, his fingers brushing over your neck. “A mocktail and the pastry of the day,” he elaborated, “I think it’s croissants today. “

You really liked croissants.

“I am so ashamed,” you whispered, your eyes firmly fixed on his collarbone, “I am so sorry. I promise I will never come back. When Marylin explained donating blood, it didn’t sound like – I wasn’t prepared for –“

“Please do come back,” he interrupted you gently, fingers tipping your chin up until you had to meet his dark eyes, “It – What happened is rare. And I never heard of both happening at the same time.”

Your puzzled expression was enough for him to continue.

“Some people are more … sensitive,” his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, “When it comes to feeding from them. And I have heard of the odd pair where there was a telepathic connection, but I’ve never – haven’t experienced either. There is no reason to be ashamed. Clearly, I was affected too.”

Your cheeks burned at the memory of that one image that you were certain your head hadn’t come up with.

“Though I have to warn you that if you do come back, I might ask you to be assigned to me every time,” he teased, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him. When he spoke, his fangs did not seem all that prominent but would it be different if you kissed?

“I – I wouldn’t mind that, Mr Vizsla,” you admitted quietly.

He scoffed, “Call me, Paz, sweetheart, please.”

The arrival of the waiter interrupted any further conversation and Mr Vizsla (Paz) gently eased you off his lap until you were sitting right next to him. Although the movement was slow and minimal, a wave of dizziness still washed over you and you understood why he had kept you from fleeing.

“Drink,” he offered you the fancy glass and you took it. His arm was draped around the back of the booth right behind you and you felt both comforted and nervous by how close he was.

“Slow and steady,” he murmured as you gulped down the fruity mocktail. His forehead was almost leaning against your temple and you had to resist the urge to just … relax into him.

This felt like the best sex you ever had and yet this man was virtually a stranger. But there was no hesitation in his gentle touches as he offered you the plate with the croissant and there was no flinching on your part when he put his arm around your shoulders.

Was it possible to feel such deep trust in someone you had met only once?

His phone rang and you watched as he pulled it out of his pocket, the sizable screen dwarfed in his hand. A frown formed on his face and your smile fell.

“I am so sorry, but I need to go now,” he announced with a frown on his face. With you still sitting down, he seemed even bigger and you looked up at him with big eyes. Somehow, you had hoped that he would stay. That you could get to know him more.

“So soon?”

“I have to be home in time to feed the cat,” he replied.

“You have a cat?”

“Yeah, her name is Biscuits and if her dinner is late she will start killing any mice she can find and I will not spend my eternal life digging small gravesites.” As if to prove his point, he unlocked his screen and showed you a picture of the fluffiest cat you had ever seen. Biscuits seemed a fitting name.

“Will – will you be here next time too?” you asked before you could lose your courage.

“Oh definitely,” he grinned, “Remember what I said, love, you’re stuck with me now.”

[bbrissonn]

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ in which you lay alone in your bed at night wondering where your relationship with the young star went wrong

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ HUGH DISCLAIMER: this fic doesnt have a clear ending. i literally have no motivation to continue this, but i cannot find it in myself to start my next work for this album until this one is out. so yeah, sorry about that :)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warnings: angst, swearing , not proofread  

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: jack hughes x reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: 2.6k (including lyrics)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ guts masterlist

Cat got my tongue

And I don’t think I get along with anyone

Blood runnin’ cold

I’m on the outside of the greatest inside joke

And I hate all my clothes

Feels like my skin doesn’t fit right over my bones

So I guess I should go

The party’s done, and I’m no fun, I know, I know

I know, I know

Ever since you had moved to New York in early 2022, it felt like it had been living a lie. Like this life you were living wasn’t yours, like you had just stolen it from someone. Growing up, you had always been homeschooled, meaning your social life was slime to none. So, it was safe to say that when you chose to move to New York for a job your mom’s friend had offered you, you were scared. 

You only had two real friends, who you barely ever saw because of their busy scheduled with school before, and even more now since you three were all over the country doing your own things. Luckily for you, there was a girl only 2-3 years older than you at your job, meaning you had someone to talk to if you felt the need. After a month of two, the two of you became friends, growing ever closer when you realized you lived in apartment blocks next to each other. 

Which is how you found yourself at a bar on a saturday night in October of that year. Mailey had convinced you to come with her, claiming the two of you needed to decompress from your busy week at work. You rolled your eyes at first, but agreed none the less. Ever since this summer, you found yourself starting to go out more, joining Mailey and her friends every once in a while. Only this time was so much different than the others. 

There was a big group of maybe 20ish guys, age ranging from young adults to full grown men, taking up most of the place. The two of you were confused, seeing as this bar barely ever had people coming in, and it was mainly the same people coming here every week. So, a group of random guys neither of them had seen around before certainly peeked your interest. 

“What do you think they’re doing here?” You asked as the two of you sat down at your usual spot. The group occupying the opposite side of the room. 

“Don’t know. But they’re not buying that cheap booze.” Mailey mumbled, her eyes focused on the insane amount of liquor at the couple of tables they were occupying. The two of you eventually started forgetting about them, talking about random things that happened throughout the week. 

“Not to freak you out, but there’s a guy that keeps looking at you. A cute guy.” The girl across from you said after about an hour of the two of you being there. You furred your brows slightly at her words, before turning your head in their direction. That’s when you met his eyes for the first time. He had a slight grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, nodding along to whatever the guy next to him was saying. You sent him a small smile, waving slightly, which he answered with a nod. 

“More like hot guy.” You mumbled, looking back over at your best friend. You had had a couple of flings here and there, but nothing ever serious, and you were never used to getting boys’ attention on a night out. 

“He’s going to the bar. Go talk to him.” Mailey announced, making you turn your head to look at him. At the same time, he looked over at your table, sending you a small wink when your eyes met. 

“Rich coming from someone who always says girls don’t chase, they attract.” You teased, making her roll her eyes. You eventually decided to go up to him later that night, talking for a bit before exchanging numbers. Jack, you learned his name was, didn’t seem to want to get into talking about his group of friend too much, so you kept all your questions to yourself. 

Over the next couple of weeks, the two of you got to know each other. Your friendship slowly formed and the two of you grew closer each other. But, clearly Jack was still holding back on some stuff. He still refused to open up about his friends and what he does as a living exactly. You told yourself that he’d tell you when he was ready, but you were getting a little impatient, which is why you pretty much forced the answer out of him when you went over to his apartment one day. 

“When are you gonna tell me?” You asked, pausing the show the two of you were watching. Your words made him look over at you, a confused expression on his face as his eyes met yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“When are you gonna tell me truth, Jack. If that’s even your name.” You sassed, making the boy next to you let out a deep sigh as he threw his head back. 

“D’you wanna see my birth certificate?” He answered coldly, making you scoff. “What I do doesn’t matter, Y/N, so just drop it.” 

“If it doesn’t matter than why won’t you tell me, Jack? You know pretty much everything about me and my life, and barely know anything from yours. God, you won’t even tell me the names of your brothers!” 

“Why do you care so much?” 

“Because I like you, Jack! And… and I though you liked me back, but clearly I was wrong.” You admitted, standing up from your spot on the couch as you started packing up your things. “Just forget it.” You mumbled as you started making your way to the door. You were stopped right as you were about to grab onto the doornob. 

“Y/N, wait!” He said, grabbing your wrist and turning you around before you could leave. “I like you too, Y/N, and I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you, but I didn’t want what I do in life to influence how you see me. I’ve had way too many people use me and I didn’t want that to happen again because I really like you.” 

“Jack, I made it clear hundreds of that time that I what you do in life wouldn’t change the way I see you, but you kept hiding from me. It makes me feel like you don’t trust me.” You explained with a scoff. The boy in front of you sighed before cupping your face in his head, his forehead leaning against yours. 

“I know, I know, I should’ve told you a long time ago. But what we have, it’s really special to me, and it’s so good. I didn’t want to ruin it.” 

“You’d have to be a serial killer for me to change my mind about how I feel, Jack.” 

“Stay. Please. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, just don’t leave me, please.” He begged, his thumbs rubbing small circles under your eyes. You swallowed harshly before slightly nodding your head yes. Jack then brough the two of you back to his couch, and he stuck to his promise. He started going on and on about his life, starting with the fact that he played hockey for the Devils. Then he moved on to telling you pretty much every single memory he had about the sport, a wide grin plastered on his face. 

In exchange, you opened up to him about some of the insecurities you had because you were homeschooled, including having to attened big parties and being surrounded by large crowds. Jack had promised that was something he would never put your through, but you quickly learned that his promise meant nothing to him. 

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell

I told secrets I shouldn’t tell

I stumbled over all my words

I made it weird, I made it worse

Each time I step outside, it’s social suicide

It’s social suicide, wanna curl up and die

It’s social suicide

It had now been three months since Jack asked you out. You had met his brother Luke when the boy came to visit, talked to his parents through face time a while ago, but you had yet to met his friends. You tried hard not to let it bother you, but it did. He didn’t want you attending his games either, claiming he didn’t want people to hate on you because you were his girlfriend. You couldn’t help but overthink the fact that maybe it was just because you were his girlfriend.

You had seen pictures of the other players wives and girlfriends, and you looked nothing like them. They all seemed so outgoing and the life of the party. Not to mention all of the models Jack followed, all of them being the exact opposite of you. You had questioned him about it one night, he just scoffed and said you were being petty and pathetic asking him a question like that. 

“J?” You called out. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. 

“Mm?”

“When am I gonna meet your friends?” You asked quietly, making the boy sigh harshly against the back of your neck. 

“Got to sleep, Y/N.” He mumbled. 

“Could you at least answer me?” 

“I don’t know, okay? Your weird fear of crowds or whatever makes it impossible for you to meet them all at the same time, and I’m not gonna go through the burden of setting up little dates with my teammates just so you can meet them. Can I sleep now, mother?” He answered harshly as his arms left your frame and he turned around, his back to yours. You felt tears prikle in your eyes at his words. 

“I can handle it.” Your voice was low, not trusting your voice not to crack if you talked any louder. Jack let yet another sigh at your words. 

“We’re getting together after the game tomorrow, come if you want.” 

“To your game?” You asked hopeful. You were growing tired of just watching him play through your TV screen, when he was close to your home. 

“No. After.” And just like that, all your hope was crushed. 

“What should I wear?” 

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” He grumbled, getting out of bed making your head snap towards him as he approached the door. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Guest room. I need peace and you keep talking.” Was the last thing he said before leaving the room. When you woke up the next morning, he was gone, no text no notes, nothing. He didn’t come back for his pregame nap either, which scared you a little. But all your nerves went away when his face appeared on your Instagram feed, a bright smile on his face as the picture the Devils posted illuminated your screen. 

All of your texts to Jack had gone unanswered, as well as your calls. Thankfully, you knew where the team would be heading after the game, it was a local bar near the rink they went to almost every time after a game. You had gotten there a lot later than everyone, spending thirty minutes in your car deciding whether or not Jack would still want you there. You figured there was only one way to find out so in you went. 

The place was crowded, the music loud as the bartenders prepared multiple drinks. Realistically, there wasn’t that many people here, just the team and a couple other regulars, it was just a really small room. It took you a couple of minutes to spot Jack, who was sitting at a table with a couple of his friends and lots of girls. You tried to look as confident as possible as you made your way over to him. Some of his friends and their partners started at you, wondering what someone like you was doing here. 

“Jack?” You called out as you stood behind him. His arm was resting on the chair of a pretty blond girl next to him. You couldn’t quite describe the look in his eyes when his head turned to face you, but the words he was about to say completely crushed you. 

“Do I know you?” He questioned, and you could feel your heart shatter inside of you. You tried your best to keep a brave face on, but you were dying on the inside. 

“J, come one, this isn’t funny. I’ve been texting and calling all day, you were gone when I woke up this morning.” You mumbled, taking a step closer to him. The girl on his right could read you perfectly, and she realized that you two were a couple. When it clicked in her mind, she sent the boy a judging look before standing from her seat and walking back to her friends. 

Jack got up right after her, gripping your wrist and dragging you outside the bar. “What’re you doing here?” He asked harshly once the two of you stood outside alone. 

“No! What are you doing, Jack?”

“I’m enjoying a night with my buddys!” 

“Yeah, the friends you said I could meet. Tonight!”

“When did I say that?” His words were harsh and rude, making your heart shatter even more. You truly did not understand why he always acted this way towards you lately, but you were growing tired of it. 

“Last night! You said I could come if I wanted to, and I want to be here, so here I am. And here you are, with your arm around another girl!” You said, your tone matching his. You were tired of letting him walk over you all the time. 

“I said that so you would shut up and leave me alone. God, you’re always just complaining about everything and anything. It’s like nothing’s ever enough for you, you always need more–” 

“Oh, nothing’s enough for me? What about you, huh? Am I not enough for you?” 

“There you go, making it about you like always.” 

“Because this is about me, Jack! I am your girlfriend of three months, and I don’t know any of your friends! It’s like you’re ashamed to be with me. Do your friends even know about me?” You asked. There were tears in the back of your eyes threatening to spill, but you blinked them away. You had cried enough over him for the last couple of weeks. The boy in front of you stayed silent at your question, making you scoff. 

“Of course they don’t know, just like your brother’s weren’t suppose to know, or your parents. You don’t want anyone to know that your girlfriend is me.” You spoke with your voice low. This exact though had been in the back of your mind for a long time, but saying it out loud made it feel so much more real. 

“Things were better before you knew–” 

“They were better for you! You lied to me for weeks, and you’re still lying. All you do is lie, Jack. I can’t believe I waisted so much time and energy on you. You never wanted this relationship, did you? You just wanted someone to fuck whenever you needed, someone to be there for you. You didn’t care who it was, you neved cared about me. You’re pathetic, seriously.” You mumbled before pushing past the hockey player and walking to your car. 

You were done with Jack Hughes.

[seramilla]

Lilith Fund Prompt #2

For Anon: "Human Carmilla tells Sera's family how wonderful she is and how terrible they've been to her, and she'll never let them hurt Sera or Emily again."

Carmilla Carmine's girlfriend, whom she had barely just started dating after nearly a year of friendship, is still new to being out of the closet. Her parents aren't exactly...supportive of these things. They barely allowed her to go to a public university for graduate school in the first place, wanting to keep her insulated in their religious community as much as possible.

But when Sera had finally struck out on her own, and sat down next to Carmilla in their physics class that first morning on campus, the rest was history. They quickly became friends, sharing a love for science, and wanting to make a difference in the world, in their own way. What followed was a year of mutual pining, a year of awkward flirting on Carmilla's part, to get Sera to understand what she really craved out of their relationship.

Sera didn't fight her, exactly. Maybe she was in denial, or her religious upbringing made her unable to see the obvious at first. But eventually, Carmilla's efforts won out. She could no longer deny her own feelings, so Sera agreed to go on a date with her. Just to see what this was all about.

That first date turned to two, then three, and then lots of fun sessions making out on Carmilla's couch. Sera still lives at home, so any such activities have to be done away from her family. But Sera doesn't mind. She loves Carmilla's twins. Adores them, in fact. Carmilla had them young, and somehow, had paid her own way through two bachelor's degrees, and is now working on a master's. She's an inspiring woman -- everything Sera ever wanted in a partner. Everything she's ever wanted for herself.

Carmilla knows Sera has a much younger sister. Very close in age to her daughters. Sera and Emily are so far apart in age, unfortunately, that given how much Sera's parents would freak if they knew who their daughter is dating, Carmilla has yet to be introduced.

When they're not together, they text constantly throughout the day, so it's a little surprising when Carmilla doesn't hear from Sera for an entire morning. It's afternoon by the time she gets that first message, and it's not the bright and bubbly "How was your day?" that she's expecting.

Sera's message is very curt, and Carmilla's hackles are already raised. She jumps out of her seat and onto her feet when she reads it.

Sera: Carmilla. I need help. Please c

The message is cut short. Carmilla's body is moving too fast for her brain to keep up. She is on autopilot, not even remembering the drive to Sera's house -- she knows where it's located in case of emergencies, but has never been there herself. Thankfully, Sera's little hybrid is parked outside, so she's obviously home. Carmilla's SUV screeches to a halt on the curb, rubber staining the road. She flies out of the vehicle, barely remembering to put it in park, before she's at the door, about to knock.

Carmilla's about to shoot Sera a text, to let her know she's outside, just in case, when she suddenly hears shouting. It's muffled behind the big, expensive door. There's a woman's voice, angry, and a deeper, obviously male voice, even angrier. One of them says Sera's name before Carmilla hears a crash.

Carmilla doesn't wait. She pushes the door open. She barely has a chance to glance inside, before she spots Sera cowering in the hallway near the entrance. She's on the floor, turned toward the door, with one arm over her head, as if trying to protect herself from some impending force.

There's a child screaming in the background, out of sight.

"How dare you!" the man's voice shouts, presumably Sera's father, also out of sight. "I give you everything--EVERYTHING! And this is how you fucking repay me?!"

Sera's phone comes flying at her through a doorway, probably from the living room, and would have smacked her in the head hard, had her arm not been protecting her face. Sera's been crying, cheeks covered in fresh tears. Her phone lands right-side up, and Carmilla can see from the doorway her texts to Sera on the screen.

Shit, Carmilla thinks. They know.

Her suspicions are confirmed when the woman, presumably Sera's mother, moves into the entryway, yelling at her daughter to stand up.

"Get up!" she shouts, looming larger than life over Sera's terrified form. "Get up now! You're going to call that bitch, and tell her this is over. You are going to end this, or we are pulling all support!"

Sera looks like she wants to beg. She tries to speak, but under her mother's stern refusal to listen, she can't seem to find the words the woman wants to hear.

"Please, Mother," Sera manages, gasping through short fits and sobs. "Please don't make me."

"Leave her alone! Mommy, leave her alone!"

A little girl. Almost a much smaller, tinier version of Sera, comes from the same room as her mother, trying to squeeze between the two women to make herself a barrier. She looks up at her mother sternly, expression far more brave and fierce than any five-year-old has any right to be.

"Emily," the woman says, in a warning tone. "Get out of the way."

"No!" Emily shouts, trying to square up and make herself even taller. Her arms are out in front of her, putting some distance between herself and her parent. The girl barely comes up to Carmilla's waist. She's even smaller than Carmilla's daughters, and she's trying to protect Sera with her tiny body.

"Emily, if you don't move, I swear I'm going to--"

Carmilla's heard enough.

Maybe this would be considered breaking and entering. Carmilla doesn't know. She doesn't think so, since technically Sera invited her over. But she doesn't have time to consider that anymore.

Her body is on autopilot again as she shoves past the door and into the entryway. Sera squeaks in surprise at her girlfriend suddenly appearing out of thin air, and Carmilla puts herself squarely between the sisters and their mother.

The woman gasps in surprise, stepping back. Carmilla does her best not to freak the fuck out. She puts on her bravest face. If a five-year-old can do it, so can she.

"Don't touch them," Carmilla says to the woman, voice deeper and scarier than she's ever sounded in her life. Their mother looks too stunned to speak. Similarly, Carmilla now has a glimpse of Sera's father, and he is equally at a loss for words, at this stranger bursting into his home.

Looking down to Sera, Carmilla asks more calmly, "Are you okay?"

Sera's grabbed onto Emily, sitting up and holding the girl between her legs on the floor. Emily has her arms around Sera's neck, nearly cutting off Sera's oxygen, she's gripping her so tight.

"Yes," Sera manages to say. It doesn't help that she's still crying. "I'm sorry, Carmilla. I didn't know what else to do."

"Don't apologize," Carmilla says. "I'm here now."

"Who the hell are you?!" Sera's father finally speaks up. Her mother has already backed away from Carmilla's intimidating presence, but the father advances, having no such qualms about invading his daughters' and Carmilla's space. "Are you the little girlfriend? You have a lot of fucking nerve coming here!"

Carmilla tries to remain calm. Does her best not to do anything rash. She is still on someone else's property, and while she can take care of herself, this person looks like he could still do some damage, if he really wanted to. He'd legally be in the right if he wanted to start a fight with her.

The bastard just won't stop talking.

"I should have known you'd go behind my back to do this." He's talking to Sera now, still inching closer to the three of them. Much closer than Carmilla would normally tolerate. This man's presence makes her nauseous. He's practically in her face now. There is alcohol on his breath.

"What a worthless, disgraceful bitch you are." He's still addressing Sera, like Carmilla's not even there. "After everything we've done for you, Sera. All the money and opportunities wasted. You let this...this SIN into our house! Living this lifestyle! Throwing away everything we've taught you! What a spoiled, ungrateful brat you are!"

Then he acknowledges Carmilla. Nostrils flaring in anger, like he could literally breathe fire onto them if he wanted. He looks like he wants to punch her. He just might.

"And you! What gives you the right to--?!"

The man moves closer and raises his hand, as if to bring it down on her. Behind her, Carmilla sees both Sera and Emily flinch in advance, as if they've been expecting this development all along.

Carmilla recalls a memory. A patchwork of bruises on Sera's body. The ones Carmilla spotted a few times while she was kissing her. The ones Sera tried to keep covered up with turtle-necks and long sleeves. That she previously tried to brush off, insisting they didn't have anything to do with that's going on at home.

Oh shit, Carmilla thinks, oh fuck, this is not good at all.

All of Carmilla's remaining decorum washes away like water. Replaced by a silent, stoic rage that stops Sera's father in his tracks. He looks at her, worried, when Carmilla does not appear at all intimidated by him.

"Don't you touch her," Carmilla growls. Not unlike an animal. "Don't lay a fucking finger on either of them. Ever again!"

"What gives you the right to come into my house and tell me what to do?" he asks.

Carmilla steps forward. She doesn't touch him. Doesn't let him have the satisfaction of letting her break down. But she has no problem at all yelling straight in his and the mother's face.

"You were gifted the most beautiful, brilliant daughter in the world. She is the kindest, most wonderful person I have ever met, and you would treat her like this?! You'd put your hands on...on your children?! How dare you!"

Carmilla reaches down, helping Sera to stand, but keeping her and Emily behind her. Maintaining her status as the wall between them. Sera still can't look either of her parents in the eye, but that's fine. Carmilla will give them an earful of everything they need to hear, and more.

"Neither of you deserve to even breathe the same air as Sera, let alone call her your daughter! Don't think I haven't seen the bruises and scars! I am very aware of how your type tries to control and manipulate their kids. And now you're doing the same thing to this little one! Both of you are...you're fucking monsters."

Carmilla pushes Sera, and Emily still in her arms, toward the front door. Sera almost seems panicked about what to do...relieved that Carmilla came to her rescue, but fumbling with Emily, not sure whether to take her with them or put her down.

"Sera, what are you doing?" her mother gasps. Sera's not sure how to answer. "Put your sister down. Leave Emily here."

Carmilla answers for her.

"I'm getting these two medical attention, if they need it," Carmilla snarls. "You can either let us leave, and let me take care of them, or I will be getting the authorities involved. It's your choice. One way or another...neither of you will hurt them ever again. I can promise you that."

"And how do you intend on accomplishing that? You came into my house!"

Sera's father sneers. He really must take Carmilla for an idiot.

Carmilla laughs. "You really think this is the first time I've been in this situation? I've two girls of my own. I am very familiar with your kind. I'll help Sera get custody of Emily the same way I got sole custody of my girls -- by making your lives an absolute living hell."

Too stunned to speak, maybe due to someone finally standing up to them, neither of Sera's parents try to stop them. Sera's mother looks at her oldest daugher one last time as they head toward the door, a pleading expression on her face. Sera refuses to meet her mother's gaze, partially out of shame, and also due to a fierce desire to just get herself and Emily out of that house once and for all.

She squeezes Emily tighter. The little girl has her face buried in Sera's chest.

"We'll be at the hospital," Carmilla says aloud one last time, picking up Sera's discarded phone off the floor on their way out. "Don't bother trying to follow us. I texted my friend at the police station on the way here that I might be headed there next. Just let us leave."

Sera's parents do let them leave, without any further protest. Carmilla straps Emily into one of Odette and Clara's spare booster seats, and gets Sera settled in beside her up front.

Her friend at the station, Lucifer, has already agreed to pick up her girls from daycare, if necessary. She's sure his daughter Charlie won't mind an impromptu playdate.

Carmilla high tails it out of that swanky neighborhood, shooting Lucifer a text that she's finally on the way to the hospital.

Carmilla: OMW. Thanks again, Luc. Lucifer: I hope you didn't do anything too drastic. Carmilla: Didn't lay a hand on them. You know me. Lucifer: Good deal. Be careful, Carm. Charlie says hi.

(PSA: This is a work of fiction. Please do not steal children.)

[corvismorelike00corvis]

I just need to word spew for a moment, so please forgive me those who have no idea what I’m talking about 🙏

⚠️SPOILERS BELOW, BEWARE!⚠️

If anybody seeing this knows who Bards of New York are (who can be found at this link on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@bardsofnewyork?si=eqxsWcKuSXeEb5yh check them out they are SO COOL), and saw their most recent Regolus: Dark Age session, you’ll probably have an idea of what I am freaking out about. I will be diving in with no explanation to the uninformed of this Gospel™, so buckle up those who are still reading and have never watched any of their content before.

First of all, to start with the somewhat lighter topic of the amount of shipping content we were fed, it was absolutely superb. It was so so so awesome to see Katari finally get her feelings about Synnove across to Synnove, but was the amount of angst really necessary? I still break out in near tears thinking about Synnove’s desire for simplicity, and Katari not being sure she can give that but trying her hardest. As well, if you were watching the stream live on Twitch, you may have seen in the chat someone breaking down over how Katari is unsure about her ability to love Synnove in the way Synnove wants and deserves, and Synnove unsure she can really give all that much love to anyone after Stella left (which, Stella appearing as the Phoenix at the end and landing on [I think] Synnove’s shoulder is a whole different conversation to be had, which I have had an equal number of breakdowns over in the past few days). Their relationship has just barely started and it’s made me break into ugly sobs an ungodly amount of times.

Secondly, the elephant in the room, if you have seen it. Aelys and Godsleep fusing together, to have them hold off Hareem and his army of automatons? Full on ugly sobbing frankly, I am still in denial about everyone else escaping into the Faded Realm and Aelys had to stay behind to hold the line. All for the damned beacons, which are so important but I can still be Upset™! (I’m glad Jon can take a vacation, even though Aelys losing herself and having to take the most drastic option makes me cry). This chapter went so quickly from admiring their pretty outfits and solving a centuries old murder mystery, to the ultimate sacrifice for one’s friends and loved ones. AND WHAT MAKES IT WORSE (if that’s even possible), is that Bards, on their Instagram, recently posted a story with a clip where Damien began to make a tiara/diadem for Aelys :( It literally made me want to burst into tears when I saw it, because we don’t know if Aelys will ever get said tiara/diadem that she was actually decently excited for, LET ALONE IF SHE WILL LIVE OR HAVE ENOUGH OF HERSELF LEFT TO FIND THE GOLDEN SENTINELS AGAIN!!!!

Sal is still missing (Though Sons of Üthevhenan was ✨So Good✨), we have NO CLUE where Damien was during all of this, so he could still be just right outside Disterra to see/experience the combined force of Aelys and Godsleep going against Hareem and his army, though he could also be missing or kidnapped, and we’d have no clue! Now, Katari, Synnove, JB, Valor, Theagus, and Gold are all in the Faded Realm and have to somehow find their way back to Regolus, to hopefully make it to the next Lighthouse in time to get the next beacon, but the next Lighthouse could be the same thing again, with Hareem laying in wait to take the beacon as soon as they’re done! I’m also supremely concerned about what will happen with Sentinel Frontline, and just Regolus in general with the Golden Sentinels in the Faded Realm.

This is barely brushing the surface of all that’s been swirling in my head since Wednesday, and I can’t wait until next week to see what happens next.

Jon, and the rest of Bards, if somehow you happen upon this unfiltered stream of consciousness that was this post, you guys are amazing and frankly if I could play DnD with you all even once, it would be the opportunity of a lifetime. To Jon in particular, if you somehow ever find this, have a good vacation! We in the community will miss you and Aelys very much, but we will be fine.

If you’ve made it this far and you haven’t seen anything made by Bards of New York, what are you doing? If you enjoy DnD, which given by the tags on this post you might, GO CHECK THEM OUT!!!! They are such good people, and right now is a really good time to hop on the bandwagon and start catching up to the current point in their most recent campaign, Regolus: Dark Age! They are just starting Book 3 Wednesday next week which gives you some time to watch a few episodes to get a feel of what’s going on! They have an amazing community, and it is so fun and welcoming over there I promise you will not regret it. Though maybe don’t take the route I took where I watched 29 chapters in about three weeks, with videos ranging from 3.5-7 hours long. Anyways, if you’re reading this, go watch!! And even if it’s not your thing, you’ll have tried anyways.

TL;DR: The most recent chapter of Regolus: Dark Age by Bards of New York made me cry, and feel things, and get mad. Quite a lot.

Et Fin ✨

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Do you think petunia dursley deserve redemption?

Now a days many people say she was manipulated by Vernon or James insulted her( she saw james in harry) and they try to excuse her actions because she was woman.

After the war Petunia will divorce Vernon and harry will forgive her. They even say Petunia secretly always cared about Harry.

Please share your thoughts(only if you have time/want to ofcourse)

Thank you

I think young Petunia is a character it's easy to feel compassion for.

I can't really blame her for not wanting Lily around or not wanting anything to do with magic.

As a child, she is quite close to her younger sister and she has to witness that younger sister all of a sudden going on an adventure without her because her sister has magic and Petunia doesn't.

I dare anyone to not feel resentful and envious in that situation.

And the fact that she is the older sister makes it worse because when Lily goes to Hogwarts they are still in that age where the younger sibling tends to admire and still wants to follow the older and out of the blue that dynamic radically changes.

When in DH we find out that Petunia sent a letter to Dumbledore asking to go to Hogwarts, my heart absolutely breaks for her every single time I re-read it.

And then when Lily enters the wizarding world, Petunia is left to her normal life, which is probably not that great. The Evanses aren't poor but they are definitely not rich. And she is still very much a girl in the 70s, not as bad as the 30s but not as good as today. All of this is to say that she is not left in a situation of privilege and luxury and therefore has nothing to complain about.

Petunia is also left to deal with lying to protect Lily's secret, probably having to say something about how she was sent to some special school for very talented kids, therefore having to make herself appear as the stupid sister. And so everyone would be super curious about this brilliant sister of Petunia, forcing her to live in Lily's shadow even outside of the house and with Lily in Scotland. It's also implied that Lily is the beautiful sister, which I'm sure doesn't help Petunia's resentment. It writes itself a scene from a summer in 1976, where Petunia's friends are eager to meet/see again her beautiful brilliant sister, and Petunia dies of envy.

It's true that Lily enters a world in which as a muggle-born she is subjected to discrimination but I doubt Petunia knew much about it:

Even though Petunia was raised alongside a witch, she is remarkably ignorant about magic. - from Vernon and Petunia Dursley by JK Rowling

Then Lily ends up marrying James Potter, rich, athletic, and good-looking. While Petunia marries Vernon. Tell me you wouldn't hate Lily even more. Lily marrying a wizard so soon after Hogwarts also adds to the separation of the two sisters into two different worlds. Other factors are the war in the wizarding world and the death of their parents.

And speaking of the devil, Petunia seems also resentful towards her parents for showing, according to her, a preference for Lily:

I was the only one who saw her for what she was -- a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!" She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years. -Chapter 4, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowing

If you notice, Harry doesn't know anything about Mr and Mrs Evans, one thing is him not knowing about the Potters but if Harry doesn't know anything about the Evans grandparents, it means Dudley doesn't either, it means Petunia doesn't talk about them, doesn't have photos of them. Frankly, seeing the relationship between the two sisters, the Envases mustn't have been geniuses at the whole parenting thing.

And for all of this, again, I can't blame her for hating magic, especially when you consider that the first and one of the only experiences with wizards she has is Snape [how hilarious it is that those two know each other?], someone that hates muggles and literally made a tree branch fall on her. Then there's the sister that seems to live to outshine her and Dumbledore who tells her she is not special (not in those terms obviously, he is quite kind actually, but how is a young girl going to perceive that letter if not like that?). By the time she meets James, she already hates magic too deeply.

This Petunia is someone that makes you wish life had been a little kinder to her, and maybe then she could have been better.

But the Petunia since she takes Harry in? She is a monster. What she does to Harry should have put her in jail, and there's no indication that it's Vernon who forces her to behave like that. Like there's no indication that Vernon and Petunia don't love each other. If anything, the fact that Vernon agrees to have Harry in the house despite hating him seems a testament to how much he loves Petunia.

Harry does seem to hate Vernon in particular but the more fitting explanation seems to be that Vernon is a man and therefore more intimidating.

As wrong as it would have been, I could have even forgiven Petunia if she had just been a little colder towards Harry and shown a preference for Dudley. She is substantially forced to take this boy into her house, a boy who has a genocidal maniac after him and therefore potentially puts in danger her, her husband and her son, and she is also forced to see the dynamic that brought so much pain to her repeat again. Dudley is Petunia, and Harry is Lily. Dudley is a muggle, and Harry is a wizard. It's pretty reasonable for her to hate the idea that one day her son will feel like she did. Maybe she was even planning to not have more than one child just to avoid that. Petunia hates Harry because she sees Lily in him, not James. James canonically never insulted Petunia, the only reasons Petunia has for hating him are that he is a wizard and Lily's husband. At best she may have reason to not find him particularly likeable:

The first meeting between Lily, her boyfriend James Potter, and the engaged couple, went badly, and the relationship nose-dived from there. James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove. James described his racing broom. Vernon supposed out loud that wizards had to live on unemployment benefit. James explained about Gringotts, and the fortune his parents had saved there, in solid gold. Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant, while Lily burst into tears and James (a little ashamed of himself) promised to make things up with Vernon at the earliest opportunity. This never happened. Petunia did not want Lily as a bridesmaid, because she was tired of being overshadowed; Lily was hurt. Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’. -from Vernon and Petunia Dursley by JK Rowling 

But what Petunia does to Harry goes way beyond anything that could have been excused. And of course, we are also forced to re-read a younger Petunia through that lens, you don't become someone that could do that to a child out of the blue. Was there really ever a time in which she could have been saved?

As for redemption, the personality that is presented to us is not remotely complex enough to consider a redemption arc. Nothing that could be considered in-character. Among the established core traits of her character, there are being envious, and full of hatred.

But even if Petunia decided to become a better person for who knows what spiritual awakening, I don't see why that should become Harry's problem. Each person may have a right to become a better one but that doesn't mean they stop being the person who did the bad things. Even if Petunia became a saint who volunteers in children's hospitals, she would still be the woman who abused Harry, mentally and physically, throughout the first two decades of his life.

I do think that Harry would probably make some sort of attempt to hear her out if that were the case (as much as I also think Ginny would absolutely hate the idea and refuse to let him go alone) because Harry is too compassionate for his own good, and shows more than once to have a problem when it comes to setting boundaries in favour of his own emotional comfort. But I also think it would cause him a great deal of pain and distress and they would never be able to be more than just civil to each other.

In light of that, but also as a general statement in regards to this morbid obsession a lot of people seem to have for redemption arcs, I'd like to say that there's no acceptable reason for the redemption of the abuser to become the punishment of the abused.

[I would advise reading the piece written by Rowling on Vernon and Petunia, there it's made very clear that they love each other]

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Some Keegan fluff? Just how he'd realise he has a crush on reader, how he would confess to reader, his love language etc. Female reader if possible

I'm just obsessed with Keegan, I feel like he'd be a loser. I mean, he's at military most of the time, how would he get girls?

Anyways, feel free to ignore if you don't like this idea

Keegan+fluff!

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, reader is a sergeant, mentions of alcohol, kissing, sfw (but minors dni!).

A/n: hope you like it and that it's fluffy enough! Also, everyone please never drink and drive, even if you're not intoxicated.

After a long day of work, you decided to go out for the night, wanting a cold drink and maybe to just talk to someone. You were walking down the hall when you spotted Keegan, you've known each other for a couple of months now, and he'd just finished talking to some soldier when you came closer. "Hey, what're you doing tonight huh? all dressed up.", he asks curiously, it's clear from your outfit that you're going out for some fun. "I'm going to the bar,", you tell him, smiling at his cold, expressionless face, "I just wanna relax tonight, wanna come with me?", you ask him sincerely, maybe he could be the one you talk to all night. He looks at you for a moment, he's never had any real chance that he took to actually sit down with women before, "Sure.", and you both walked outside, reaching your car, and when you both got inside, you made sure to tease him when you started driving. "So, sergeant,", you say, turning the driving wheel, "word on base that you're shit at driving.", you tease him, and he looks at you then looks to the side, "Jesus Christ, it was one time.", he says, only slightly amused by you. After a while of chatting, you get to the bar, parking your car and getting inside with him.

As you get inside the nearly empty bar, you go to the bartender, ordering a beer, "And you'll have...?", you ask, looking at Keegan, "A beer as well.", you both sit. "Wow, this place is freaking empty, I'm glad I brought you along here.", you laugh, looking at him with content, and although his face is stern, something behind his eyes shifts, he examines your smile, your eyes, the way you look at him, and you both spend the night talking while drinking your beers.

This occurred many times over the months, where either one of you would drive the other and get a drink, chatting the night away, you two would grow to be pretty close, talking about your families, your lives, your pasts, hell, sometimes you'd get into each other's rooms and read a book with each other. Over time, he'd grow to see you differently, the ambitions you were talking to him about, the plans that you have for your future, you were an achieving woman when it came to your personal goals, but he also noticed the other side of you, the way the edge of your eyes crease when you smile, how warm you were whenever you hugged him, your sweet yet sometimes incredibly crow-like laugh. He'd become a bit love-struck over you, wanting to hold you, wanting to be held by you, wanting you to be his, and wanting to be yours. He'd stay in bed, thinking about his own feelings for you, something that he never seriously experienced before since he joined the marines from a young age, and was -and still is- extremely passionate about his work, he knew he had to say something to you.

He walks to your room, slightly clutching a book in his hand, and knocks on your door, his face relaxing when you open the door with a toothy smile on your face. Letting him inside, you close the door behind him, sitting on your desk chair as he sits on the edge of your bed. "So! Wanna play some cards first or read the book?", you ask him excitedly, yet he looks a bit nervous, and before you get to ask him anything, he puts the book next to him, relaxing his back and resting his forearms on his knees, "Actually, I need to talk to you about something.", his tone serious, and you sit up properly, eyes and ears eager to hear what he has on his mind. "Listen, we've been spending so much time together, and for a while now, I've gotten to know you so much, and I hope you've gotten to know a lot more about me, I know I don't talk all that much,", he laughs, trying to hide his nervousness, luckily you laugh as well, "but, you're also just, such an incredible woman, my words won't do you any justice, it's just that...when you talk about your life, your future plans, I want to be in them, be a part of them.", he says, waiting for anything to come out of your mouth, feeling his heart beat so fast it might as well jump out of his chest. You give him a warm smile, your eyes filled with excitement and giddiness, you understand what this is now, a love confession. "I'd like you to be in them as well, I want you to be in them, Keegan.", you tell him sincerely, this is the first time you've used his first name without his rank first, and his eyes brighten up a bit, his usual cold expression turning into one of content. He sighs, a heavy weight off his shoulders and mind. From then on, you two hit it off; going on dates, knowing more intimate opinions and things about each other, work formalities were not there anymore when you two were alone, you're lovers now.

It would turn out that he's quite soft when it came to loving you; always calling you the sweetest names, making sure that you were always comfortable no matter where you where, but most importantly cooking for you, he loved doing that, he loved watching you watch him prepare a meal for you, whether it be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or roasted lamb, sure, sometimes a recipe is difficult, but it's the thought that counts. He's also very fond of toughing you, putting his hand on your lower back, holding and gently rubbing your waist while kissing you, and flicking his finger on your head when you make light jokes about his amazing driving skills.

All in all, he's quite the sweetheart.

-(divider by saradika)!

[subwaytostardew]

falls to my hands and knees. please god let me date cilan

Just going to put a disclaimer that Cilan is in his 20s in this mod before continuing... (Since he's 16 in the anime but... The mod takes place after Best Wishes.) Kids may be able to be champion and fill government positions back in Unova, but Cilan is at a legal working age so he can open his own cafe in Stardew Valley. He didn't have to give up his job as a sommelier when moving. He would be around the Sam-Sebastian age range.

We might add that as an option later after we start on the roommate Cilan update, but that won't be until much MUCH later on our to-do list. We want to write his platonic route first (less rewriting... Ingo's whole route is going to need a rework but Emmet is mostly fine until after 8 hearts). Cilan's romance route probably won't be too different from his roommate route outside of kissing him instead of hugging. There's a lot more for him to do outside of that! He's an everything connoisseur! He'll get too caught up in his infodumps to remember to say "I love you". He's sorry!

That also reminds me........ I never drew a blushy/embarassed portrait for him! I organized the portrait sheet I posted earlier wrong! The first 6 boxes are hardcoded so they need to be in order of neutral, happy, sad, anything, blush, and angry. His angry portrait was where he was supposed to blush and the first of his many infodumping expressions was where he was supposed to be angry! Anyways... Here's his blushing/embarassed portraits.

Still planning out how to write him and what his storyline would be but this is what I had so far:

Cilan is unsatisfied with just running a resturaunt with his brothers back in Unova. After travelling with Ash and Iris, he's a little bored; he craves adventure, travel, and excitement- so he jumped at the opportunity to open a faraway cafe in a new station built by submas. The farmer introduces him to the new flavors of the valley (quite literally... Grow him some corn or something and he'll lose his mind) and Cilan takes an immediate interest in them after that. He's happy to cook up new recipies with all the ingredients he has access to!

Along the line, Cilan expresses insecurity about not being sure about what he should do with himself since he doesn't like feeling tied down with only one line of work... He loves being able to explore new experiences! Staying cooped up in a resturant doesn't stimulate his hunger for knowledge (he loves knowing it all... if he can't infodump about everything ever then what's the point 💔). Identity crisis aside, he also feels pressured to stick to one line of work since he's aware that others are annoyed by his interest in well... everything. The farmer reassures him that they like listening to him infodump and that it's good to be enthusiastic about everything! They also help him realize that he doesn't necessarily need to settle down and that he can just do whatever makes him happy. The farmer's a farmer, but most of their time is spent running around slaying monsters and stuff in various dungeons! Cilan kind of freaks out when he learns about that but it does spark his interest so he requests to tag along with the farmer on their next adventure.

Cilan ends up really liking the farmer's adventuring antics and they get closer as friends with him tagging along being a regular occurence. Farmer gets a healer. Cilan gets to forage for more ingredients while having fun learning about various monsters/swordfighting/the mysteries of the valley/etc and infodumping to someone who likes listening to him. He makes a good farmhand, too! They might as well live together. So that ends up being an option.

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[starjxsung]

Hi Star!! Please don't apologize for being away! We all have life and I know you've been going through some health challenges and work has been hectic - I just hope you're doing well and taking care 💕 sounds like life is putting you through it a bit and I just wanna let you know we're here to listen (or at least I know I am 💗) and that we care so so so much about you!!! School is going well!! I'm actually so hyped for the term. Overall I enjoy my courses. Plant Biology and Forest Ecology my beloved - I LOVE plant ID. All the labs for Forest Ecology are outside in the forest at my uni and for our final lab exam we have to memorize how to ID 70 indicator plants and their latin names and soil moisture and soil nutrients just from their branches - it'll be a fun challenge! One of my profs is WORLD FAMOUS for her research and I freaked out when I found out she was my prof. I also have been keeping in touch with a couple of profs from last year and it's been so great chatting with them - they said I could maybe TA their courses next year 👀 I've also been making an effort to make more friends and introduce myself - I've found a lot of people I met last year we kinda were just class friends and not really friends friends which is fine because that happens - I just wanna get to know more people and make more friends and find those I really click with. So far a few from last year I've still found to have stuck around which is nice :) I've also met some really nice new friends and it makes me so happy (some not so nice but that's okay I just won't try talking to them anymore haha). TW: S3xual assault???

urgh south africa guy. guess what! hasn't messaged me since my last update abt him. so like. welp. I'm actually happy that he hasnt now. like at the time i was like :((( . but now im like good fcking riddance bro. blocked! basically i went back and analysed things and realized yeah he was taking advantage of me and emotionally manipulating me. literally conditioned me to have sex with him??? like in conversations we had literally before we were anything. literally wanna throw up everytime i think about any ounce of time i spent with him even if it was just standing there. like. idk i finally talked it all out with a friend who was on the south africa trip too (she had her own situation with another dude on the trip - he fucking followed her to prague??? whole other messed up story.......) anyways, i realizsed that the whole situation was fcked up and he didn't care abt me at all and was prolly also just keeping me around cause he fetishizes asian women!! yay!!! idk i feel very physically used. which feels gross. tryna decide if I feel like this is borederline SA idk processing it all cause guess who has trauma and repressed it the whole time and was thinking everything was fine!! I could bring up a lot more sht that happened but im not really feeling like typing it out or thinking about it. I just. i cant help but feel its my fault for being stupid and naive :( even tho many people have told me its not. its just hard not to :( anyways, on a brighter note i forgot if i mentioned this in my europe update but so like i made friends with another kid on the norway tour thing. he was a fun kid to hang out with and mess around with. hes like 5 years younger than me tho. tbh was very mature tho. anyways, thought we wouldnt talk each other ever again after. but we had exchanged discords so we could message during the trip abt like when to go to the pool n sht. anyways, we ended up messaging little by little. and then like having convos. and turns out we are like almost identical people. just . living thousands of km apart and in different countries and like 5 year age difference. like i have two youngers brothers. and hes the same age as my youngest brother. and he feels like another younger brother to me now its so adorable. he'll share stuff with me and like its so easy to converse and hes so sweet??? anyways, literally makes my days better. adorable kid. i could tell you all the ways hes become my third brother but it's a lot lol. Love you lots Star 💕 make sure you're taking breaks! I don't want your eyes to die trying to work on fics and things!! xoxo 🌱

HI MY LOVE…… I missed you so much and I missed getting your little updates !! When I tell you I got SO EXCITED getting this one fkfickjdkdkfkfkdkd there’s so much to unpack I’m so stoked !! I’m doing okay (just hating everything related to my job) but I’m pulling thru and I think in a few weeks I’ll feel a little more like myself again :’)

Okay your classes sound SO COOL???? I can’t tell you that be able to memorize the Latin names of any plants bc that sounds hard as hell but THAT’S SO COOL….. also your professor being world famous is literally the coolest thing ever???? Isn’t it SO exciting when you have a well known professor 😭 I had a professor who was the man behind the “little baby ice cream” commercials (that rly weird one of the guy eating ice cream off his head…. It’s kinda scary??) and when I tell you I FLIPPEDDDDD WHEN HE TOLD ME….. like I had so much to ask him and pick his brain about kjsjckdkdjdkfjfj also I’m so glad you’re making so many friends! It’s somehow so much harder to make friends in college than you’d think bc people are so focused on their studies & just keeping to themselves. But when you find people you really click with it’s truly the best feeling :’) side note if we met in a class I just know we’d be besties like in another universe I just know we’re in a plant class together and we get in trouble for talking too much LMFAOOO

anyways I’m really sorry to hear about South Africa guy :( I was truly rooting for you guys and I’m so disappointed to hear he just seems like another loser who used you for sex. Honestly I was in a super similar situation with the first guy I ever “dated” and had a serious relationship with. We agreed to be a fwb arrangement but to still stay exclusive to each other bc otherwise it’d just feel icky. Which I knew deep down I didn’t want because I just wanted to be with him, but I feel like we’re really susceptible to just settling for any version of a man we can get, just so that we don’t lose them. Of course this turned into a full year of me being at his beck and call whenever he wanted a sexual favor, and sending like thousands of pics whenever he wanted them. He’d literally ask me to leave family functions and send pics/vids of myself no matter where I was. In hindsight it was fucking disgusting and I think it really fucked me up sexually & emotionally and I just wish I could go back and grab myself by the shoulders and YELLLL at fact that I ever agreed to be that with him 😭 you can’t blame yourself for this unfolding though, you did the best you could with what you were emotionally able to handle at the time, and unfortunately you both had different wants out of this relationship. He didn’t deserve you in the slightest and he’ll just do this to the next girl who shows him a modicum of attention. You are truly such a fantastic, beautiful, SMART, wonderful girl and you deserve so much better than the lousy cards these guys deal you. Take time to heal and make sure you’re ready to be in another relationship when you’re ready, but know what this isn’t the defining point of what you’re worth or meant for. There are only better things and experiences and people still waiting for you, and dumping that loser guy is just another step forward for you. I’m proud of you for understanding your worth and acknowledging this might just be a trauma response. You’re not a loser, you’re not naive, and you do NOTTTT deserve someone who’s just around to fetishize your existence. You only deserve the best, most unconditional love and attention 💓

I’m so glad you did get a friend out of the trip though !! That sounds like the plot of some coming of age film LOL I hope you guys continue to stay friends for a long time! Sometimes you find friendship where you least expect it 🫶

I love you so so so much my angel, please take it easy and be kind to yourself. What you’ve been through hasn’t been easy, but remember you’re also crushing it in college, you traveled the world and you’re an amazing artist. And no shitty man will ever take that away from you !!!! You deserve someone who matches your energy !!!!! Your aura is like +100000 at any given moment don’t ever forget it 🌱💓🫶 I LOVE U.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

sorry in advance for shit grammar and maybe awkward wording i’m not used to doing requests lol

if possible could you do a matchmaking thing for the outsiders?

im a 5’5 ftm bi guy with a super heavy preference for men, i use he/him pronouns but i’m a-okay with it/it’s too. i’ve got brown wavy/slightly curly brown long-ish hair (think a shorter wolfcut type thing) and i can’t stand greasing or oiling my hair because i hate how it feels. i have heterochromia, freckles and longish eyelashes

i’ve got various little scars littering my body (arms, legs, etc.) thatre mostly faded from being a little clumsy

i’m admittedly pretty anxious and jittery not something i can help but i’m working on it. it ends up making me nervous and paranoid most of the time and i hate going out alone. i’m overall pretty nice and i love being sweet and polite to people but i stand by the “respect is earnt, not given” rule.

i use please and thank you consistently and apologize way too much

with my friends i like joking around a lot with my friends, im super chatty with friends but with strangers or if there’s a new person in the group i’m more reserved and don’t like talking all that much

i can get a little snippy after long enough and if it’s somebody i don’t like i’m a-okay with getting mean

i really don’t like being alone (in public places specifically) because i overthink things too much, ends with me practically being attached at my friends hips, but that’s alright because they don’t mind <33

i like wearing jeans, t-shirts and hoodies, jorts are amazing and i’m wearing them pretty much all the time if the weather allows it and i practically live in my favorite sneakers all year round, they get pretty banged up before i replace them but when i do i get the same brand, same style. i usually wear darker clothes, specifically shirts, but i also like most colors. as long as the clothes are soft and comfortable i’m happy

i love collecting little trinkets and keeping them around my room, it’s awesome

im really passionate about my interests and start internally freaking out when people mention them bc “omg!! i can maybe rant!!”

i love ranting. i can talk for ages and ages about nothing and everything

i love superhero’s, i can go on and on about my favorites for ages

cats are my favorite animal but i really love all of them!

im absolutely TERRIFIED of bugs, can and will cry if a spider gets too close, spiders are terrifying and i freak out when i see something even resembling one

i like nature (except for the whole ‘bug’ part..) and i like hanging out with friends, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing im just happy to be there

i like baking, it’s super fun and i can make banana muffins off by heart atp lol

i love pretty sunsets with all the different colors, i also love rain and colder weather

i still sleep with stuffed animals admittedly just because they’re soft and comforting

i love soft things in general, i freak out a little when a fabrics too weird

i like walking around pretty places or just streets!! i looove going to malls, i don’t even have to get anything i just like going around and looking

i love things like art and sewing

in school my grades are decent, im good at english

i like horror movies

not too sure about what else to add, if it was y enough, you’re not sure or just plain old don’t wanna do it that’s a-okay, have a fantastic day/night!! <3

Your Outsiders Ship: Dallas Winston

(Bro the enemies to lovers opposites attract vibes here is making my inner shitty Wattpad writer go IsosmsnKSSNJAIANAKS SHJAKAMABjananansks)

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he loves the way you look and I mean, he loves it. He would support you being trans and if anyone had anything to say, they can welcome his fist to their face. he really likes your eyes and thinks that they’re wonderful and your freckles are really beautiful. I won’t ever tell you until way later into the relationship, but whatever man it’s the thought that counts. He would think that you’re too nice to people and cut them too much slack and definitely try to lecture you about how you should be tougher and then you turn his own point around on him and he’d be like whatever man I guess ur right… it does get on his nerves. Whenever you apologize to people who don’t deserve it or apologize too much to people, especially who don’t deserve it, and if you ever apologize to someone in front of him who he didn’t deem as deserving of your words he would just say something rude to them to balance it out lol. Honestly, he thought it was super hot whenever he saw you being mean to a Soc that was always a hoodlum and threatening to call the police on him and things like that and you stood up for him even though he didn’t need it obviously (he did) I don’t know. He just like found it ridiculously attractive. He likes her clothing style, and if you guys were a similar size, then he would be constantly trading things with you. I also think that he loves seeing you wear his clothing because I don’t know just the possessiveness of it makes him go crazy. He probably doesn’t have a lot of the interests that you have, but I feel like he would love listening to you rant about them like he would pretend that he doesn’t, but then secretly kind of try to prompt you to get you to rant to him about some thing and he doesn’t really get like superheroes or comics or anything like that, but if you explain it to him, then I think he would actually kind of end up liking it a little bit and if you ever found out that he bought himself comic secretly just so he could catch up on a little bit of superhero pop culture. He would be so dead he would be so teased. He would also make fun of you for being afraid of bugs but then also refuse to go near a spider like he’s definitely the type of guy that would be like no big deal. It’s just a spider and then proceeded to let out the most like girlish scream if one was on him. He would love to watch sunsets with you and I also feel like he would make fun of you for having stuffy but then whenever you gave him a heart expression then he would instantly stop and honestly he can’t talk. But anyway, do not try to bring him into a kitchen. It will just end up in a flower fight because he cannot bake for crap and if you ever tried to bake something, he would just like end up eating most of it would step away from the counter like a spoon or something and then you come back and your muffins would be gone lmao. He would like to walk around with you a lot. I feel like he also likes just kind of walking around and just hanging out so I feel like you two could do that together. Also, I feel like he definitely cat called you and that’s kind of how you guys met and you guys definitely had an enemies to lovers type thing going on but when you guys are together, it’s really cute. 💚💚💚

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Well, y'all (5 voters) wanted to see this for some reason, so here it is, my sister's horrible creation, entitled "Auby and Babil"

TW: sex mentions, mild descriptions of sexual acts, violence, character death, bullying, and probably more stuff I forgot about

This is a story about Babil and Auby

ONE AFTERNOON, Auby decided to bully Babil, but it would turn into something different. “You have no friends, and you’ll never make any because you’re a socialless freak.” Auby said, laughing like a dumbass.

“ I have friends Auby! I have Sunny, and Kel, and Mar- oh wait.” Babil starts to cry

“Wahh Mari’s dead”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m ripping your hair out.” Auby said angrily.

“Auby, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.” Babil said.

“Shut up Babil, or I’ll eat you for dinner.”Auby said, laughing like a dumbass once more.

Babil decided that he should shut up so that Auby would not eat him. He tried to walk away from her, because he wanted to get away and go home so he could water his flowers.

Auby got angrier, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I-I’m just trying to get home, I really need to water my flowers.” Babil said nervously

Auby sighed, starting to cool off, “Well.. I’m going with you then.”

“What?” Babil yelled, “Why do you want to go with me?”

“I’d like to meet your caretaker and see if you’re really safe.” Auby said.

“Why would you want to know if I’m safe, you’ve pushed me into a lake before, I ALMOST DROWNED” Babil said.

Auby sighed, “Uhm.. Change of heart..?”

Babil looked at Auby with confusion, “ Okay,” he sighed, “you can come with me.”

Auby clapped her hands, “Yay, lead the way!”

Babil and Auby started to walk to his house.

Auby started to complain, “Why is this walk taking forever Babil?”

“My house is quite far from the park, so it’s going to take a while.” Babil said.

Auby nodded, “Don’t tell them I said this but the people I hang out with stink.. Literally and figuratively. Especially Kim.”

Babil stared at her for a second, and then spoke, “ Really? I thought Kim was your girlfriend🥴”

Auby stared at him, “Nuh uh, you a- I mean..”

“Wait, what did you say?” Babil said with curiosity.

“I didn’t say anything.” Auby said innocently.

“Yes you did!” Babil said “What was it? Tell me! Tell me!”

“I was saying, you are.” Auby giggled.

“Auby…….Do you have a crush on someone?” Babil said cutely giggling

“U-UH NO!!” Auby screamed.

“Yes you do!!!!” Babil yelled, “LET'S DATE!!!!” Babil blushed

Auby turned red, “WHAT THE HELL? I- I- I- I-”

Babil leans in to kiss Auby. Auby stares at him, “I-”

Finally, they kiss, but then POLLY WALKS OUTSIDE

“BABIL!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING KISSING AUBY!?!? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE GAYYYYY” Polly yelled

Auby freezed, “Who’s that Babil?”

“T-That’s my caretaker, Polly.” Babil said, nervously

“YOUR CARETAKER IS A TOTAL ASS!!” Auby screamed.

“NO I AM NOT!!!!!!.” Polly yelled.

“GET OVER HERE AND FIGHT ME!!” Auby pulled her bat out.

“BET!” Polly yelled, but her heart failed because she is 58 and eats nothing except for burgers.

“I didn’t even do anything.-” Auby sighed, “That was no fun..”

“W-where will i live now? My dad left me, my mom is dead, and my grandma is dead!!!(Singing killed his grandma)” Babil said.

“You can.. Uh.. Live with me..?” Auby suggested.

“YES, I….uh….I mean….s-sure.” Babil said, thinking of what they would do together when they were living together.👉👈

“Alright, follow me.” Auby started walking away.

“O-okay” Babil followed her home, very excitedly.

Eventually, they arrived at Auby’s house, Babil followed her inside.

“You can just.. Make yourself at home, my mom will be here soon..-” Auby sighed.

“I-is she okay with me being here?” Babil said

“Uhm.. Probably.” Auby shrugged.

“O-okay” Babil said

Just then, Auby’s mom walked inside.

“Auby, why is there a little girl in here? Are you gonna hurt her?” Auby’s mum said

Auby sighed and rolled her eyes, “That’s Babil, and HE’S not a girl, also, he’s my age. And I’m not going to hurt him.”

“Oh, okay then, have fun.” Abby's Mom paused.. “And use protection..” Auby’s mom whispered to her.

Auby screamed, “MOM!!”

Her mom giggled and left, going to get a beer.

Auby sat down by Babil. Babil looked at her, blushing.

Auby looked over at him, “What?”

“S-sorry, you’re just so-” Babil paused, “pretty…” Babil finished, the truth is Babil has had a huge crush on Auby since they were kids, and just never told her. He has had many thoughts about her, baddd thoughts…

“Thanks.” Auby looks away.

“I…..ummmmm.” Babil started to talk, but changed his mind. “Nvm”

“No, tell me.” Auby sighed.

“I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOUUUuUu” Babil said. “ WAIT NO I DONT!!!! NOOOOOOOOO” Babil yelled.

“Uhm..” Auby screamed, “WHATTTT!?”

“I'm sorry!!!!!!!!” Babil sobbed “I'M SO SORRY WAHHHHHHH”

Auby went wide eyed and hugged Babil, “Why are you crying?”

Babil sniffled “ I…I don't know”

“Uhm.. Is that what you really want?” Auby raised an eyebrow.

“Y-yes……” Babil said cutley

Auby grinned, “Then get over here shawty.”

“YESSSSSSSSS” Babil got close to her, he was happy his w rizz worked

“Wait, I need water.” Auby got up and ran to the kitchen.

Babil was sad Auby left him by himself

Auby came back with a glass of water, “Are you crying again?”

“NOo0000Oo” Babil wailed

Auby drank the water and watched him cry.

“C-can we kiss now uwu” Babil said

“Mhm” Auby giggled

“O-okay,” Babil said.

Auby grabbed Babil’s hand.

“Ready?” Babil said

Auby nodded, “Yeah.”

Babil leaned in for a big smooch, Auby joins, their lips touch

Auby’s mom walks out of the other room, into the living room.

“WHAT THE SIGMA????”Auby’s mum said

Auby pulled away from Babil, and stared at her mom, “Uhm..”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING AUBY???” Auby’s mom yelled

“Doing what Dad didn’t do with you.” Auby giggled.

“GRRRRRR” Auby’s mom yelled “YOU’RE THE REASON YOUR FATHER LEFT, HE DIDN’T WANT ANY KIDS!!” Auby’s mom screamed “I SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM TO PULL OUT”

Auby giggles more, “Well he didn’t, and besides.. He probably wouldn’t have listened to your bitch ass.” Auby glances at Babil.

“Y-yeah” Babil said “You’re a…uhhhh…dumbass..?”

Auby went wide eyed, “You just cussed..? Unexpected..” Auby smiles.

“Oh, s-sorry your mom’s just such a bitch” Babil giggled

Auby looks at her mom, “Did you hear that?”

“UGH” Auby’s mom said, “Whatever, just don't kiss when I'm home, go to your room or something.”

Auby immediately grabbed Babil’s wrist and dragged him to her room and then slammed and locked the door behind them. Auby sighed, “She’s so annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Babil sighed “wanna continue what we were doing?”

“Sure.” Auby said.

“Okay,” Babil said.

Auby grabbed Babil’s hand again. Babil leans in close once more.

“Uhm.. Babil.. What if we take this to another level or something, hm?” Auby grinned and giggled.

“What do you mean by that?” Babil questioned.

Auby paused, “Like a different kind of kissing? It’s up to you though.”

Babil nodded, “yes….”

“Bet.” Auby leaned closer, Babil leaned in as well.

Auby called not making the first move. Babil does not know what to do.

“Come here Babil” Auby said

“O-okay” Babil came closer, Auby kissed Babil.

Auby and Babil kept kissing for a while.

Auby’s mom broke the door down.

“WHAT THE SIGMA?!?!?!?” Auby’s mom yelled.

Auby pushed Babil across the room.

“WHY ARE YOU TWO KISSING?” Auby’s mom questioned.

“Cause we can, I don’t see you trying to stop anything.” Auby rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, I just came in here to tell you your friends are here.” Auby’s mom said.

“..” Auby ran past her mom and opened the front door, Babil followed her.

“HI AUBY!!!” Kel yelled, Sunny was standing behind him, along with Hero.

“Hi guys.. Uh.. Someone we all know is already here, wanna come inside?” Auby said.

“Oh, is it Kim? Are you two on a date?” Hero asked.

“IT’S NOT KIM!!” Auby screamed.

“Jeez, calm down…” Kel said, “Who is it then?”

Auby sighed, “Just come inside.”

“Okay :)” Kel said. He walked inside with Sunny and Hero following him.

Auby sits on the couch, and sighs once more, “Babil, come out of hiding.”

Babil walked out of the closet, “H-hey guys.” Babil said nervously.

Auby took Babil’s flower out of his hair, “Hm.”

“W-what?” Babil said, “Why did you take my flower?”

Auby glanced at Babil, “Because I’m gonna wear it instead.”

“Oh, okay then.” Babil said, Then he grabbed her bow out of her hair, “I’ll take this then.”

Auby puts the flower in her hair and the bow in Babil’s hair.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWW” Kel said “You guys are SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!”

Auby grabbed her bat, “Shut the hell up Kel.”

Sunny looked at Auby, and pulled his knife out. “Be nice to my boyfriend Auby.” Sunny said.

“I KNEW IT!!” Auby put her bat down and stared at Kel and Sunny.

“I…I…Ummmmmm” Sunny said.

“Kel should like.. I don’t know, kiss you?” Auby giggled.

“All right, BET!” Kel said, then he kissed Sunny. They continued kissing for quite some time, then they fell onto the floor.

Auby clinged onto Babil’s arm, staring down at Sunny and Kel. They continued kissing, rolling around on the floor, then Kel stopped.

“Let's take this somewhere more private…” Kel said, Sunny nodded, then they walked out of the room.

Auby looks at Babil and Hero, “I am.. Speechless..”

“I…I know right.” Babil said

Auby sighed, “And Hero just let Kel, his little brother, make out with Sunny, and now they’re doing who knows what..”

“Don't worry,” Hero said, “I know exactly what they are doing.”

“Oh yeah, I have something for you Hero.” Auby was holding something in her hand.

“Oh,” Hero said, “What is it?”

Auby put a photo of Mari in Hero’s hand, “Here.”

“OH MY GOD!!!!” Hero yelled “WHERE DID YOU GET THIS??? BABIL’S PHOTO ALBUM IS MISSING!!”

“About that.. I stole that.. AND I’M KEEPING IT!!” Auby coughed.

“NOOOOO YOU BITCH!!!!” Hero yelled, as he jumped towards her.

“AHHH!! WHAT THE HELL??!” Auby hid behind Babil.

“I'M TAKING IT AND LEAVING!!!” Hero ran to her room to look for it, but when he opened the door, he saw Sunny and Kel…

Auby chased him and froze, “WHY MY ROOM?!!?!?!?” Auby then screamed for Babil.

“OH SHI-” Kel yelled. “SUNNY GET YOUR CLOTHES ON!” Kel yelled as he put on his pants.

“My bed's gonna smell like men.” Auby whined and complained.

“Shut up Auby, Sunny smells great!” Kel said.

“...I deny.” Auby rolls her eyes.

While Auby was distracted, Hero ran to Auby’s shelf, which had Babil’s photo Album on it.

The photo Album only had a few photos left, none of her, Babil, and Mari, just Kel, Sunny, and Hero photos left.

“GRRRR” Hero yelled, “WHERE ARE THE PICTURES OF MY BBG??”

“Uhm.. Up my ass.” Auby sighed. Hero ran over to her to get the picture from her.

“No, not literally.” Auby screamed and ran from Hero.

“Babil…” Hero said, then he ran over and strangled Babil. “WHERE ARE THEY?!??”

“HEY!! HANDS OFF HIM YOU RAT!!” Auby tackled Hero.

“GIVE ME THE PICTURES!!!!” Hero yelled “I AM BIGGER AND STRONGER THAN YOU, AND MY COCK IS BIGGER!!”

“FIRST OF ALL, NO YOU’RE NOT. AND SECOND OF ALL, WHAT THE HELL? I DON’T EVEN HAVE ONE!!!” Auby screamed.

“EXACTLY!!” Hero yelled.

Auby handed Hero a small stack of pictures of Mari.

“Yay :p” Hero said, and walked away, Kel and A half naked Sunny followed.

Auby stops them and pushes both of them on the floor, kind of forgetting Babil was there.

“Auby, what are you doing?” Kel asked.

Auby seemed angry, “About to beat your ass.”

“N-no please don’t!!” Kel said, but then Sunny pulled a knife out his ass, Kel secretly liked watching Sunny do that.

Auby looked shocked and screamed and then hid behind Babil. “Babil, save me!!” Auby yelled.

“S-Sunny, why do you have a knife!!!!” Babil yelled

“Self protection…”Sunny said, Sunny ran towards Auby and Babil with his knife.

“AGHHHHH!!” Babil yelled.

“BABIL!!” Auby screamed.

“OWWWWWW” Babil yelled, Sunny had stabbed him in the side!

Auby brought her bat back out and started beating Sunny with it, “Stupid little rat!!”

“Hey! Stop that Auby!” Kel yelled, “You and Babil deserved that!”

“HE STABBED ME!” Babil yelled “I'M GOING TO DIE!” Babil began to sob.

Auby stopped Babil’s bleeding, “You’re going to be fine.”

“O-okay..” Babil said weakly.

Auby sighs, “This is stupid.”

“Sunny,” Kel said “Let's just go home, I don't feel like bothering Auby and Babil anymore”

“Okay.” Sunny said. He grabbed his remaining clothes and started to walk away with Kel. He decided to put the knife in his pocket this time, because what he did last time was very uncomfortable.

Auby continued to comfort Babil, starting to wrap his wound in bandage wrap. “It may hurt a little but I’ll find you some medicine so you don’t feel the pain.” Auby then got up and walked out of the room to go and grab Babil some medicine.

“Okay.” Babil said as Auby walked away. He sat there sadly, how could Sunny do this to him? They have been best friends for years, he even helped him cover up Mari’s death.

After a few minutes, Auby came back with pills, she dumped two of the pills out into Babil’s hand, “Here, take these.”

“Okay,” Babil said, he swallowed his pills and then decided to tell Auby something, “Auby, I have something to tell you about Mari..”

Auby seemed confused, “What is it?”

“S-Sunny killed Mari..” Babil said, “He pushed her down the stairs.”

Auby fell silent, her eyes tearing up.

“I-I’m sorry I never told you..” Babil said weakly “I didn't want Sunny to get in trouble...”

“What..? I..” Auby looked up at Babil, “So.. H-How did you find out..?”

“I was there when it happened..”Babil said “I was helping Sunny get ready for his big recital..”

Auby started crying, “Why..?”

“He was upset that Mari was making him practice so much….”Babil paused. “He threw his violin down the stairs, and she got really mad…”

Auby inhaled, “Then what..?”

“Sunny tried to run away…” Babil said “But Mari blocked his path at the top of the stairs, Then he…” Babil began to cry

Auby stared at Babil, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?! Mari.. Mari was the person who brought me and the others joy, but Sunny had to ruin it.. And then you helped him cover it all..”

“I'M SORRY!” Babil yelled “WE TRIED TO HELP HER! But nothing helped…I was worried that if I didn't help Sunny he would go to jail!”

Auby went silent, she put her hands over her face, and cried harder.

“I..” Babil began to say “I think we should tell the cops what Sunny did..Sunny’s behavior is getting worse, and he might hurt someone..”

Auby looked up, “But what will Kel and Hero think..?”

“I-I don’t know, Hero would be so mad at Sunny for what he did…He really loved Mari..” Babil sighed “I really don't know what to do..”

Auby grabbed her bat, wiped her eyes, and stormed out of the house. Babil ran after her.

“Auby! Where are you going?” Babil yelled as he was running after her

“To tell the truth.” Auby continued running. Babil began running faster to catch up with her.

Auby made it to Kel and Hero’s house, she aggressively knocked on the door.

“Coming!!!” A voice yelled. Hero’s mom opened the door. “Hello, how can I help you?”

Auby’s eyes were red from crying, “I- I need to talk to you guys.”

“Okay sweetie, come on in.” Hero’s mom said, opening the door all the way.

Auby walked in and yelled, “Kel!! Hero!!”

“WHATTTTTTT” Kel screamed.

Auby sighed, “Come to the living room, please.”

“OKAYYYYYYY” Kel yelled. Kel and Hero came running down the stairs.

Auby sat on the couch, looking down.

“So what is it?” Kel said.

“It’s about Sunny and Mari..-” Auby said.

Hero stared at her “what is it?”

Auby looked up, “Do you want it straight forward or have a little summary?”

“Little summary please” Kel said

Auby sighed, “So.. Mari’s death wasn’t just out of nowhere. Sunny pushed Mari down the stairs because he was mad about Mari making him practice violin too much.”

“W….What..?” Hero said

“Mhm. And Babil helped Sunny cover Mari’s death because he didn’t want to lose Sunny and get him in trouble.” Auby said.

“IM GONNA KILL SUNNY!!!” Hero yelled

“How about we just tell the cops..?” Auby suggested.

“No…” Hero said. Then he ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and ran out the door, very fast.

Auby went wide eyed, “Well, we lost him.. And I lost Babil from running a little while ago, I wonder where he is.”

Meanwhile, at Sunny’s house:

“Sunny! It’s me Babil! They found out! They know you killed Mari!” Babil yelled

Auby was following Hero.

Sunny ran down the stairs “Babil ... .YOU TOLD THEM DIDN’T YOU!” Sunny yelled.

“I-Im sorry! I had to!” Babil yelled. Sunny ran towards Babil, and tried to attack him.

Just then, Auby opened the door and blocked Sunny.

“GRRRRRR” Sunny cried “I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!!!”

Auby decided that instead of using her bat, she would use her hands instead, so she choked Sunny.

“K…kinky” Sunny said. Auby threw Sunny on the ground and beat him with her bat.

“OW!!” Sunny yelled. He decided to pull a knife out of his pocket, and try to stab her.

“Your turn Hero.” Auby said.

“Okay” Hero said. He ran towards Sunny with the knife he grabbed at home, stabbing Sunny in the leg.

Auby looked over at Babil, “You ran off to tell Sunny we found out.. Didn’t you?”

Babil looked at Auby “I did but, I was going to try to get him to go to the police station…I know that's stupid…I'm sorry.” Babil said

Auby ran over to Babil and hugged him. Babil was very shocked by this.

Auby was hugging Babil tightly, “You have to apologize less, it’s okay to do things that may sound stupid. We’ve all done it.”

“O-okay,” Babil said. Just then, Sunny ran past Hero and towards Babil and Auby.

Auby turned around and immediately hit Sunny with her bat.

“GOD DAMNIT” Sunny yelled. Auby stared at Sunny, “Are you done yet?”

“NO” Sunny yelled, but then he passed out due to his injuries.

Auby sighed, “That’s what you get..”

“Thank you Auby” Babil said

Auby sighed, “You’re welcome.”

Then Auby walked over to Kel, seeming angry.

“Uh oh” Kel said

Auby puts her hands around Kel’s neck and starts to choke him, very aggressively. Kel was choking very hard and struggling to breathe.

Auby no longer cared what Kel, Basil, or Sunny thought, she had seemed to be almost killing Kel and probably needed to be stopped.

“A-Auby stop!!” Babil yelled, “You’re gonna kill him!!!” But Auby did not listen.

“Abvsdskuahfioasfhbsakdjawsnhd” Kel yelled. He was kicking around and eventually he kicked Auby’s leg causing her to fall and lose her grip on his neck.

Auby was shocked, on the ground, angry, “What the hell?!”

“D-don’t hurt me!” Kel said, stepping away “What did I ever do to you!”

Auby got up and tackled Kel, choking him once more.

“Abgsayugdshdfbskuahfirngiljks” Kel began to yell once more. His face began to turn purple.

“I hope you die.” Auby was very angry.

“AUBY STOP!” Babil yelled “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Babil finally snapped.

Auby let go of Kel, shocked at Babil’s yelling. Auby then started crying.

“Wait Auby!” Babil yelled “Don't cry!”

Auby faces away from Babil and cries into her hands.

“Auby! I'm sorry” Babil said.

Auby death stares at Babil.

“A..Auby..?” Babil whimpers

“What?” Auby says.

“A..Are you okay?” Babil asked

“I am now.” Auby smiles

“Uh ohhh” Babil says quietly.

Just then, Auby tackles Babil. Babil screamed.

“AHHHH!!~” Babil moaned.

Auby gasps, “Uh.. Babil-”

“I….I…ummmmmmmmm” Babil said

“What kind of scenarios do you have?” Auby questioned.

“I uhhhh, just yell strangly….” Babil said (That was a lie)

“Tell the truth, Babil.” Auby started to get angry.

“I……I….Ummmm..” Babil could not talk. He was too hard.

Auby looked down, turning red.

“W…why are you turning red…?” Babil asked nervously.

Auby inhaled, “Uh oh.. Boner alert..”

Babil blushed hard (Not as hard as his cock)

“I’m gonna make out with you.” Auby giggled.

“Yes please” Babil said

After many intense hours of making out.

“Woah” Babil said

“Let’s keep going.” Auby said.

“What do you mean by that?” Babil said, hinting at something.

Auby leaned closer to Babil. Babil stared at her.

After more intense hours of making out..

“Nice” Babil said

“You lost your virginity, thanks to me.” Auby giggled.

“Yippee” Babil said, but they soon would find out they made a mistake. NO PROTECTION!

2 months later..

Auby woke up Babil to show him something.

“What is it?” Babil said tiredly.

Auby grabbed Babil’s hand and placed something in it. Babil opened his hand and looked at it.

“WHAT THE SIGMA?” Babil yelled. “YOU’RE PREGGERS!!”

Auby nods.

“YIPPEE’ Babil yelled. “I'M GONNA BE A DAD!”

“Do we tell the others?” Auby questioned.

“Yes! I wanna rub it in Hero's face since his only chance to get a kid is dead!” Babil yelled.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Auby said.

Babil threw on some clothes and got ready to go.

Then, they walked out the door.

Babil knocked on Kel’s door.

“KELLLLLLLLLLL” Babil yelled.

After many minutes of waiting, Kel opened the door. “What?”

“AUBY IS PREGERS!!!” Babil yelled so loud everyone could hear.

Kel sighs, “Congratulations, you’re a father. I’m tired from having to watch over Kali while Sunny sleeps nonstop. Soon you’ll realize how hard it is to be a parent.” Kel complains, his voice full of sarcasm.

“Erm, what the sigma?” Auby said with one of her eyebrows raised.

Kel stared back at her with the same look, “What?”

“Nothing, so do you have any advice for us?’ Auby said.

“Just try your best to remain sane.” Kel said.

“Alright, thanks kel.” Auby said.

“Anytime.” Kel smiled.

“Oh, kel is a sunny home right now? I haven't seen him in a while.” Babil asked.

Kel moves out of the way of the doorframe, and shows the view of the couch, in which Sunny is there.

“Hello Sunny!” Babil says, “it's been a while, how have you been?”

Sunny groans loudly, “Bothered by my children and Kel.”

“Oh” Babil says, “We'll have fun with that I guess..” Babil stands there awkwardly for a moment.

Auby steps in, “Well, we probably should get going, it was nice talking to you…”Auby grabs Babil’s hand and walks away.

Babil jumps slightly, scared when Auby grabs his hand, “Where are we going Auby? Why are we leaving?”

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SKELETON CHARACTER: THE CLUB PROMOTOR

OVERVIEW -

If there’s one thing this muse knows it’s that party sells. They love to boast about having a job that never feels like working because they’re making social media posts for a living, how hard could it be? Well, to be honest, pretty goddamn hard. It’s not easy being an introvert in an extrovert’s world, and even harder having to pretend to be an extrovert. This whole party animal thing is just a facade, and it’s one the Club Promotor is starting to really struggle with.  Even if they do play it all off so well that nobody has a clue, on the inside they’re really just a crazy cat person at heart. There’s a reason why they never invite their work friends over to their apartment, and it’s not because it’s dirty — it’s actually spotless — they’re also a “clean freak”, as their mother would put it. In reality they suffer from undiagnosed OCD and it’s lonely to feel so different from everyone else, and to have to try to hide their rituals from the people they care about and know care about them. One day they’ll open up about their disability, but for now, they’re not quite ready to be so vulnerable. Unbeknownst to their friends and coworkers, they usually spend their free time reading or meditating, relishing in the much-needed solitude and quiet outside of the club. What they really want to do in life is become one of those National Geographic photographers, and spend all their time immortalizing animals and nature. For now, though, they have to settle for taking pictures of strobing lights and going to the zoo every week. It’s not much, but it’s honest work.

DEMOGRAPHICS & DIVERSITY -

Muse Age + Gender: 20s+ / UTP

Muse Occupation: Promotor for HYDRA Nightclub

Suggested Faceclaims: UTP

Diversity: Has disability (OCD), please research to play respectfully

CONNECTIONS -

THE MANAGER: God, they really couldn’t hate the Manager any more. It’s always tense and uncomfortable to interact with the Manager, and the Promotor is pretty sure the Manager thinks they have it out for them or something. The Manager’s passive aggression is unbearable some days, but especially when it’s over things they can’t even control. For some reason the Manager thinks they can just snap their fingers and get more likes and shares on a post. One of these days the Promotor is gonna hand it to them. They swear to it. For now, they just tolerate their boss, even if they do think they’re shit at managing.

THE BOTTLEBOY:  Yasss, wurk it, wurk it, yas! Or... whatever it is the slang is these days. The promotor doesn’t know how the hell they’re so good at their job, because being extroverted feels so unnatural to them. Lucky for them, they have the Bottleboy, who is basically their resident Jesus Christ. They swear the Bottleboy is carrying this entire club and he’s got enough charisma to fill in the gaps where the Promotor doesn’t so much. Whenever they need new content, the first person they go to is the Bottleboy, and for good reason. He’s a natural born stunner! In a lot of ways, the Promotor wishes they could be like the Bottleboy. So carefree and excited about life. But all that craziness and drugs — it’s just not for them. The Bottleboy is good entertainment though, both for prospective patrons and the Promotor.

THE JANITOR: Pleeeease. Just one more picture. Can you smile this time? Okay, getting a photo out of the Janitor is like pulling teeth, but in an effort to capitalize on how clean they keep the club, the Promotor tries to give them some limelight. To which they almost always refuse. The Promotor can’t really blame them at all. If anything, they think the Janitor and themselves share more in common than meets the eye. If only the Promotor could just... be honest. Show their true selves. These two would probably be best friends.

THE SOUNDMAKER: You know how they say extroverts adopt introverts? Well this is exactly what happened with the Soundmaker, even if they didn’t realize that’s what was happening. Now the Club Promotor and the Soundmaker are inseparable. The peanut butter to their jelly.  The butter to their bread. The mac to their cheese. This friendship is what makes this job all worth it, and they know they can always count on the Soundmaker for some good post-shift convo.  Somehow it never feels draining to talk to them. That’s worth its weight in gold.

[llllillin]

Chapter 7 Spider-Man

I woke up, it was evening, and I instantly regretted all of my decisions.

I put on a hat, but still felt daggers staring at me outside. I had a lot of messages on my phone, and I knew who it was, and what it said. I didn’t look at it. It’s not like I can jump back in time to get up and go to work. I had more important business anyway.

I went to buy two things. Well, also something to eat. And ibuprofen. But the two things I really needed to buy was a hair clipper, and a blonde wig.

I got home and glared at myself. With a second mirror behind my head, I finished the mistake.

“Fuck me…”

It was okay. Right? It was okay.

“Actually, this looks pretty good,” I wanted to see my face talking to see that it was really me. The mouth definitely moved with those words.

I put the wig on. It, of course, looked plastic and didn’t stay in place well. I tried putting different hats on to see how well it hid my buzz cut. One hat collection later, I was staring at a sweaty, distressed face. I took a shower right after.

“hey, I need” nonono, “hi, can I come over?” that sounds so weird, “hi, patty. how are you? Hungover?” you don’t get hangovers from weed, come on. “Hey. I shaved my head and now I look like a freak and will NEVER be able to show my face in public ever again.”

“Bitch, stop talking and watch where you going!”

“Shit, sorry!”

“Crazy bitch…” the way-too-attractive man said to a freak walking down into the subway.

I was crying soon after that. I stopped crying once I got seated. I felt my face relax, my limbs numb, and my brain shut off. In the far reflection, on a window, I saw a blank expression, a head leaning on someone’s hand that was clutching a metal bar. It had no make-up on. It did feel like me. It was me. But I was wearing a wig. Clearly a wig; it was getting lifted by the hat that rested on some dude’s hand.

A high and timid voice brought me back to reality: “Can you, please… I need to get off.” It belonged to a boy, and the hand I was resting on was his.

“Oh, sorry.”

He had an awkward budding mustache, but overall, he looked good. I couldn’t tell if he was a teenager or just a weirdly “forever young” type of guy. Well, his voice barely dropped, but who knows. Some guys end up sounding like women, you know? There’s all kinds of people. He felt around my age, somehow.

How about you stop thinking about random strangers, Max? Anyways…

“hey, are you awake? or home? Im coming over.”

I took off the hat. Or, more like, it slid off and I caught it. The wig was inside of it. I did look pretty good, actually.

My stop came and I left the wig on that seat.

It was creepily dark. Lights flickering type of creepy. The “don’t come here even in broad daylight” type, as dad would say. Which is why I took the taser dad bought for me. What’s the worst that could happen? A giant tentacle monster attacking me?

“Wait, I have no idea where in the tunnel she even lives. Where do you live? In a tunnel? Like, do you jump down a sewer lid and, just, discover a room full of computers and musical instruments, and witch costumes? Shit, does she even have a computer? Can’t have electricity, can she?”

I try not to talk out loud. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. I broke the habit back before middle school. It helped me a lot, but I slip back in whenever I’m like this.

“What the hell are you going to her for, Max? You literally have two friends who have shaved heads. Literally.”

I heard a cat whimper somewhere. It scared the ever living shit out of me. I gripped the taser and continued towards the tunnel.

But then, something came over me. A chill… No, a shock of electricity ran through my spine. I never felt more alive in my life, in the worst way. I jumped.

I mean, I jumped away. I guess I was startled, yeah, but what I did was I crouched and then jumped away from whatever was coming at me. And I grabbed onto a street light. The top of it.

Before it fully sunk in that I leapt, like, twenty feet into the air, I got a good look at where I was standing a second ago. And what I saw…

Well, it was dark, right? My brain had to fill in some blanks, and make sure that this isn’t just one of those shadows that happen to look like a giant bear. It didn’t look like a giant bear, though. Well…

“It’s you! The Sider’an!”

More, like, small gorilla-sized human-thing. But that’s not the weird part. The weird part was that his arms were flat and wide, and his head creepily pointy. Oh, and the insides of it were glowing red.

“…Cider Anne?” I asked the man without lips.

Also, pretty sure that’s a crown? Like, the shape of a cardboard crown to market garbage food to four-year-olds.

“You hont get ahay thro the king this tie!”

Ah. This is a weird, real-feeling nightmare. Good. My hair must still be okay. Unless this is one of those things where your brain tries to process your fucked up life by thinking of even more fucked nightmares.

While I was busy trying to pinch my cheek mentally, a gurgled croak sounded from below me, and the man-thing crouched and my spine got shot with that feeling again.

No, I’m way too awake, actually.

Light went out below me… or behind me, kind of. I could see the metal bend and glass shatter for a second. It was a split second, but for me it crawled like a whole second. I was flying through air and glimpsed at what raised my heart beat way above human norms, and I got a good look at what thing was attacking me. It was half dude, half robot bird… well, yeah, still a monster in my book.

I landed on all fours and without a mili-moment of doubt sprinted out like a gun got shot behind me. And at me. And for a while, I felt like I could outrun that bullet.

“CREEEEE”, whatever that could be called, it was right behind me. And slowly, it was getting closer.

I realized that I was running towards the streets. I then realized that, despite how I was thought to seek crowds to protect from danger, average late-night New-Yorker is not going to help me with a bird monster. And the Freedom Tunnel was only growing farther away.

I was approaching a road. While jumping over a fence, I noticed the chaser. Like, in more than notice-able range. He was half-naked, his sizeable gut hanging all the way out. Wings and beak of metal, and the top of his head was a gold-plate cartoon-ass crown. He kinda looked like a fucked-up metal chicken.

Very angry fucked-up chicken.

Rooster?

My feet hit wet asphalt, and time slowed again. Something was coming at me from the side, and it was way faster than the murder-rooster. I jumped forward, right into where a car was about to hit me… only I jumped way higher than expected and my face was on the way to hit a building.

I put my hands in front of my face, and my feet to my chest. I don’t know how I managed to brace for impact, but here I was, impacting the second story of someone’s home. I braced for impact, and I felt it hit. And stayed there.

“Woah!” a voice said behind me.

It took me a hot second to open my eyes. And when I did, I saw my hands planted on that wall like it was a ground.

“Max? What happened to your hair?” a robotic, scratchy voice sticking right next to me asked.

“Huh?!” my voice answered.

“There’s too ogh you thaggots?!!!” another weird voice yelled behind us.

And by us, of course, me and Patty.

Before I could answer, Spider-Witch grabbed me and swung through the air. I’m not one to protest. Especially after I saw that the spot I was sticking to was hit by a scary-ass metal flail.

Oh. He’s got a tail, too. Spiky ball at the end.

A sharp turn later and we were out of his sight, and so was my stomach.

“Oh geez, sorry,” my rescuer shouted, maybe at the people below us?

I kinda just… blacked out after that. Like, I was definitely watching the ground get closer and move away from me. And that was the only thing I knew for sure.

The blurs stopped on a rooftop, and I was let down to slump and recenter my stomach. Patty pulled off the mask from her face, and stared at me as if she asked me a question.

“Hey,” I answered, “I shaved my head and don’t know what do with myself now. Also, I have super-powers.”

After much breathing, Patty took Max back to his apartment. Patty promised that they would talk more there after Max pleaded with her to stop asking if he’s okay.

The apartment struck Patty as awfully clean. To be more precise: she felt like she entered an office which happened to include a bed. A colorful office, but such an office always ends up feeling purely like a distraction from the clinical nature of the labor machinery.

Max dropped heavy on his own bed, while Patty paced around slowly.

“So, will we talk about me now?” Max asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

And there entered silence.

“This really doesn’t feel like ‘now’, Patty.”

“Max…”

“Yeah? That’s me… Well?”

“I have, like, three things I need to tell you right now, and I have no idea where to start.”

“Can I choose for you?”

“I think I’ll just start with the easiest.”

“Yep.”

“Max.”

“Dude, you are literally killing me right now.”

“You are a Spider superhero.”

“That’s the easiest one?”

“Yes. That one’s the only obvious one.”

“Right fair enough. Like the other dimension me.”

“Yep, but not quite. I’ll help you get your footing if you want.”

“How do I shoot webs?”

“Okay, we’ll do that later. Now the next thing…”

“My hair. Which I cut. Because I went crazy for no reason, and I will ruin my life, because I’m crazy.”

“I think I know the reason.”

“Patty.”

“That’s my name.”

“Why the hell did I cut my hair?”

“You know how we talked… about me the night before?”

“I hope I don’t.”

“And how you later told me that you wished you had my courage?”

“Definitely not. Can you skip to the part where you help me deal with my weird mental crisis?”

“You are trans.”

“Okay, go all the way back.”

“Right. Hear me out…”

An hour later at an undisclosed location of New York's Freedom Tunnel.

“Why do you still have your old clothes?”

“What? They are good clothes.”

“And you don’t wear them any more.”

“Yeah. They just aren’t feminine enough.”

“Patty. Why do you still have your old clothes?”

“Because they are good clothes.”

“Alright, third time’s a charm and it’s not funny any more. Why keep clothes you never wear?”

“What if I ever need them? Clothes are expensive, you know.”

“Which is why you are just giving them all to me.”

“Yes. You can use them.”

“Patty.”

“Yes?”

“You are a hoarder.”

“No? No. No?”

“Patty…”

“But they are still useful, Max!”

“And this?”

“Everyone needs spare parts.”

“It’s five ancient motherboards.”

“And if I throw them all out, I will take 5d20 psychic damage.”

“Nerd hoarder.”

Patty smiled both painfully and gladly. It was the realization that the person she used to be afraid of is bullying her, and it’s actually fun this time.

“Can I try them out now?”

“Yes, make yourself at home.”

“Thanks.”

“Wait, right here?”

“Oh come on, you can handle a pair of boxers and a bra, you’re a big girl.”

Maxwell Stacy stripped and put his legs into a pair of jeans that were definitely not designer, but the holes looked great anyways.

“Woah. There’s so much space in here.” Patty was overcome with warmth that she should have predicted. But Max’s complex smile was an unpredictably strong hit. It was a reminder of a very distant joy.

Max grabbed a shirt and put an arm inside of it. Patty’s “boymode” binder caught his eye, and froze him in place. He put the shirt back, and…

“Okay, we are just stripping completely now, yep.”

“Patty.”

“Yes?”

“It’s a nipple, not an ancient Greek monster.”

“Gorgon.”

“Gorg on what?”

Somewhere far away (but still in New York) a certain Latina sneezed in her sleep.

“Damn, this is like a bra on steroids,” Max complained, but couldn’t take his eyes off of himself. He only managed to raise his head by looking into a mirror. He took the white shirt, buttoned it up, and gave a little spin before saying: “Huh. I’m pretty hot. Since when do I have abs?” With a wide grin, he looked at Patty waiting for a reaction, rubbing his abdomen. “Huh?” The reaction wasn’t coming.

“So, how do you like it? I mean the whole package, name, clothes, so on.”

“I’m hot, right?”

“I’m too gay to tell, sorry.”

“Tsk,” he was very happy with that. “I don’t know. I’ve been called Max for years now. Only my parents say ‘Gwen’.”

“How about a middle name?”

“Ugh, too many decisions!” he pouted, “Max is easy, that already does itself. Why can’t Gwen do the same thing.”

“You know, Gwendolen was originally a masculine name. Well, kind of.”

“Uh-huh. So I can’t use it unless I have a time-machine.”

“Fair enough. It was also a name of a Brythonic king. His courtier, Myrddin, was the basis for Merlin. You could choose that one.”

“The wizard?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to be called Merlin the Wizard?”

“Well, Myrddin, but—”

“Patty, I am not going to be Spider-Wizard with a weird name.”

Damn it! the Spider-Witch screamed internally.

“And please, for the love of god, I do not want another name which I never know if I spelled right.”

“What about Finn?”

“Huh? Finn is pretty cute. Why though? Do you think I look like Finn?” he contorted his body to look at how big his butt is. The butt, of course, was inside of loose jeans and behind an untucked shirt.

“It’s the Irish version of Gwen.”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“You could have just said there’s a man version of Gwen.”

“But it’s not? It’s a historical connection.”

“Okay, history major.”

“Oh come on! You minored in history!

“Hmm.”

“And it’s etymology, that’s barely a real history subject. It’s linguistic guess-work that uses history.”

“Max Finn…”

“And you were crushing the history class! Granted, I am the drop-out, but…” Patty stopped after noticing Maxwell Finn Stacy’s eyes. “Max? You okay, man?”

“Yeah. I’m great.” He wiped his nose with his hand. “Hey, Patty?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do you get a super-hero costume?”

“I make them myself, mostly.”

“Do you have, like… one that I could borrow?”

“Oh, I’ll make you one! Please. I’ll just change it up a little, it will look great.” Patty was already rummaging through her old costumes.

“Okay. Why are you doing it right now? It’s 2 am?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I sleep, uhm… only sometimes. At night, I mean,” she turned towards him, “do you like red and blue?”

“Sure. Hey, so… what do I call myself?”

“Max sounds fine. But if you want to try out Finn for a while, you can just do that.”

“I meant as a… Super-hero.”

“How about Ghost Spider?”

“What?”

“That’s what my friend ended up being called. The you from another dimension.”

“Sounds like some Metal pseudonym.”

“Yes. And you don’t like it?”

“Why would I be called a Ghost? I don’t have Ghost powers.”

“Fair, fair. She had a villain arc and bonded with… whatever. Spider-Finn?”

“Hell no. Sounds like a weird shark.”

“Thought so. Well, there’s one other available.”

“Hmm? What is it.”

Patty turned with a bunch of old costumes in hands.

“Spider-Man.”

Addendum Costume Hyperfixation

It’s hard to design practical costumes that look completely iconic. Which is why I often excuse my aesthetic choices by coating them in a hefty load of “but it’s also armor, kinda.”

I took parts from my older outfits and refitted them to look more akin to what I saw Spider-Parkers wear. Slight variations, to be resourceful. Red torso with webbing stitched in, spider emblem on the chest, dark purple pants and back, then a red mask with big bug-eyed white goggles, outlined with black rubber. More or less what I remember Spider-men looking like.

But I did use a whole lot more white. The cute spider on the back is white, and I added a red web pattern over it. The belt I made white and more pointy, and the shoes and gloves are both white and shorter. Extra sturdy.

I insisted on adding white knee-guards. Instead, I had to reinforce his knees underneath, because rule-of-cool beats rule-of-no-bleeding-knees.

He asked me if the tight spandex (it’s not spandex, but I let it go) wouldn’t accentuate his chest. I explained to him that his small tits would instantly disappear in this material with this tight cut. A fact I learned the hard way when I was first designing it…

While working on the costume, I got way too many ideas for my own.

I have accidentally figured out how to make a brim that doesn’t just immediately break. My cap is now thick, which makes up for its practical shortness, but accentuates the small pointy top. It kind of looks like a mushroom, but it no longer looks like an awkward hood.

That gave me an idea. I could make a skirt that also acts as a belt and doesn’t immediately get torn up. Sure, I will no longer have fluttery things on my butt, but now my cape-skirt looks cohesive with my cap and has added utility of softening falls, I hope.

Discussing colors with Max made me realize just how much I am thirsty to have a Spider-Gwen color-scheme. I mean, if there will be no one with that costume in my dimension, why not just plain steal it?

I couldn’t do that. I can’t imagine how awkward that would be on the next trip to spider-verse shenanigans.

I sketched out my ideas. To accentuate the hat part from the hood part, I made it magenta. The rest of it is now white, going down to a black back, forming a spike.

I ditched the spider-emblem on the front. I redesigned my logo, and finally bit the bullet. No longer putting Scarlet out there. Spider-Witch it is. It was easier to turn that into a band-logo that resembles a spider, somewhat. And I made it cyan.

My knee-high boots will be cyan too, and so will the spiky gloves. And finally, to really stand out, I decided to make the glasses cyan, too.

The cyan of my eyes wouldn’t look good if it was outlined with black. Alas, it is time to say good-bye to any semblance of corpse-paint. Instead, I circled it with light, pinkish magenta, bleeding into a white mask.

My pants will be magenta with white webbing. I like Ghost Spider’s pointy little belt line. Helps the silhouette. And so does the fake neck-line. But I made it black instead. My arms, around the neck, and going down to my back: black. So the belt line is black instead. My magenta tights are bordered mostly by this black line, but goes into white in the middle of my abdomen.

And, that’s it. Spider-Man’s life begins, and I can take up the Spider-Gwen mantle which Finn won’t be taking.

I am now a Gwenaboo…

What is wrong with me?

Spider-Witch: Return Of Red & Black Spiders

Cover art by @cosmignon-art

Foreword Spider-verse Is Scary-verse

There’s a horrifying bit to experiencing the Spider-verse. Everybody experiences it. There’s just a very obvious realization that some things seem to be less common in this infinity of possibilities.

There’s quite a few of Peter Parkers out there. Some Peters have acquaintances who one way or another became Spideys too, at least for some while. There are even Peter Parker clones. Not a clone of a Peter Parker. There just happens to be multiple times that Peter Parker got cloned, and that became another man Spidey. Other more common Spider-men either had a Peter Parker in their time-line at some point, or are very special cases from another era. And usually, those are Spider-Men. Or, Spider-Male-Pigs.

Spider-Women rarely come before a Spider-Peter of their universe. Unless, of course, you are Gwendoline Stacy. A Gwen who managed to survive some kind of Spider-Man-related tragedy, and who is likely someone who saw her own Peter Parker die. And they all usually have the most amazing costumes out of anyone. Like, how? How is it them specifically that just happen to design the coolest ones, huh? I was so proud of mine when I finally found the one design that stuck. And then it’s, like, whatever the others have, but with flourish and a pointy cap.

Anyways…

There are other Spider-Women, and Spider-Girls. A lot of them are daughters of Peter Parker, so that’s interesting. That won’t happen in my universe, though.

Oh, and Peni Parkers. I only saw one Peni, but there are multiple, I guess? Usually just a girl in a big robot. Pretty cool. Makes me wish I was born a Peni. For the robot, of course.

For real, those robots are just amazing. Almost makes me want to learn robotics. I asked Peni how it could even work, and the answer I got was very short and dumbed down and went completely over my head.

As far as I know there are very few Spideys like me. Or, at least quite like me. Which is where the identity horrors really kick in. One way or another, most of us know about a Peter Parker. And then a lot of us are exposed to Spider-Peters, and one way or another, at the back of our head, there is the question: are Peter Parkers the realest Spideys? Am I… fake? A twist of fate for the lesser universes?

Hell, how am I different from Peter Bucking Porker? I got myself a pair of breasts and do pagan magic. That’s not really different from Spider-Ham as much as it is different from Peter B. Parker, Spider-Man, father of Spider-Girl. I’m in the camp of Spider-Gwens, Spider-Brits, Spider-Detectives with a fedora and a damn gun.

And… here comes my “but”. My annoyingly flat “but”.

My name is Patty Péne. And I am not Spider-Woman, or Spider-Girl. I get called the Spider-Witch.

For Spider-verse purposes, my short moniker is Spider-Femme. But not a single one of them know that I am the one and only: Spider-trans. I think? They probably have an idea. Probably understand that I am Spider-Witch, too.

There are some things you might already know. I’m an orphan, raised by Ben and Aunt May. Ben died. I still feel like it’s my fault. I worked at Daily Bugle for a while, while working part-time delivering pizzas, and trying desperately to get through college. I could blame my failure of the last bit on having two jobs, but I wasn’t stupid and I spent the least amount of work for the Daily Bull, and used delivery time on audio studying.

My arch nemeseis includes a lizard man, an octopus nerd, a rhinoceros, a scorpion, a vulture, a cat burglar, and I swear some people who aren’t animals. There are goblins flying around. A guy who’s just a bunch of sand. Or the guy who is a bunch of electricity. That still doesn’t sound better, does it?

Oh, I beat up a head of mafia recently. That’s not that bad, right?

But here is the kicker. I was never bit by a radioactive spider. I didn’t tell that to other Spideys out of fear, because the reality makes me the odd one out, I fear.

I sort of, kind of, incidentally turned myself into a wall-crawling superhero because I… cursed myself? I usually think of it as a deal with the devil, but I’m sure there is some science-y explanation to what happened to me that one of the Spider-Heads would explain to me.

Long story short, I was doing black magic. It worked out, kind of. And next thing I knew, I had super-human strength and sticky hands.

Short story long: I was at my absolute bottom. It was supposed to be my life’s new beginning, but instead it felt like the end.

Sorry, that sounds like you should pity me. That’s not right.

I did what I usually do when I feel like the end is coming, and I got lost in the occult. I tried a ritual which I always feared even attempting. I tried to curse the world. For it to burn, so I may get the chance to rise from the ashes. I tried to gain unimaginable powers to crush whoever I needed, for any price I could pay.

My mind was lost during the ritual. That was mostly the point. I never believed magic to do anything concretely. It was an escape. It was a way to help me let out steam and regain focus. But when I left that dark trip, I woke up… changed.

My skin was red, smooth, and sinewy. My teeth were sharp. And there were so many teeth. My stiletto nails became hard needles. My eyes, too, so sharp. Smooth, silkey, and pure white. And so many eyes. So many.

I also had breasts. That was nice. Always a silver lining.

It was intoxicating. The power of it. Right away, I understood: this is the manifestations of my desires. I sold my body to The Spider, after all. It worked.

It was horrifying. I went with the whims for a short while… a short while too long — and already my self, deep inside, realized this wasn’t okay.

No, it wasn’t horrifying. I was the horror. My body became horror in the eyes of people I wanted a petty revenge on. And then became a horror to the eyes of the ones that needed a better world. Horror in the eyes of the whole world. None of it was worth it. I might not have had a clear mind, but the memories of his horrified face… her horrified face… and their horrified face…

I can’t talk about it anymore. I can’t let the memory clear up this much, sorry.

Okay, the story is maybe too long to say in its entirety. The important parts are that I got better. No more horrifying tendrils and deadly jaws. Two pairs of eye-balls. And instead, I got a whole lot of magic. It is still in there, the curse. I know it won’t ever go away. And that is okay. It’s just a part of me that I always knew well. And it’s a part of me that I always wanted to hide. That was my mistake. I am the Scarlet Spider. And the scarlet part of me deserved to be part of me, of most people out there. You don’t make it go away. You help it become the best part of yourself that it can. Just like you want all your other parts to be the best. That’s how we become good people. That’s our responsibility.

Oh, and I also talk to spiders now.

Not literally. Spiders don’t talk. No human words. I am not delusional. Please, I swear.

And clairvoyance. Others call it Spidey Sense, but others don’t also intuitively feel another’s emotional state, or feel wounds they don’t have yet.

So yeah. That’s how I became your friendly neighborhood witch. I’ll beat up bad guys and save your cat. And I won’t cook it. Please. I am vegan.

It’s been a wild ride, the Spider Army adventures. It felt like centuries went by, but it was only a few days. Weeks? Hard to say, since I barely slept. To make it worse, in my dimension, I was gone for only a few hours.

Time went by, and even with inter-dimensional messaging, it soon felt like a distant past. A memory that would feel unreal, if it wasn’t for my usual memories involving powerful men in animal suits.

And speaking of animal suits…

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Love the age swap au and the art! If it is not spoiler-y - how did Hunter get all the kids? (and would baby Terra hate adults instead of children in the age reverse au /j)

I'm glad you enjoy it !! Actually im very surprised on how many questions and stuff I'm getting considering I haven't had time to draw anything related to it in a bit, but I'm super thankful cuz I love talking about it ^^

Hunter kinda just ended up with them, he keeps telling himself that he hates taking care of them but he actually cares a lot lol

So with Kiki I assumed she's younger then Raine Eda and their classmates in cannon since we don't see her in any flashbacks and idk she gives me that vibe. Bc of that she's also younger in the age swap au, around 10/11. She ran away from home and ended up around Bonesborough, Hunter spotted her trying to steal food from a stall when he was out shopping and was like "ok, no. I'm taking care of you now until you're old enough to take care of yourself." Kiki isn't too pleased with this and is talking shit about Hunter all the time but she didn't run away yet so :)

With Philip, he was running away from the town after arriving in the demon realm for the first time and obviously freaking out. Hunter lives in the woods next to town so he stumbled upon him. Philip was like "cursed witch you're gonna hurt me with your wicked spells! Go away!" And Hunter was like "first of all I'm not a witch second of all I don't have magic." And that's kinda why Philip trusts Hunter more then others in the demon realm, in his mind Hunter is different he's "pure" cuz he doesn't have magic, and other bs like that. So yeah he ends up staying at Hunter's place until he figures stuff out.

Darius dosen't live there but he goes there a lot cuz he just likes hanging out with Hunter, he kinda went there bc of a dare to "find the weirdo with red eyes that's always creeping around the woods outside town" and got attached to said weirdo (to Hunter's dismay)

And Darius just kinda brings Raine and Eber there from time to time, it's kinda like they have their own secret club :')

Terra is also visiting sometimes bc she finds Philip intriguing and wants to talk to him (nobody knows how she found out where the house is)

(Also for the last bit of your ask, I assume Terra has murderous intent towards everyone equally no matter the universe ncnxnd)

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Evil Twins - Part 1

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

New York City

Billy Russo awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and grabbing for his Glock. What the hell? Thunder was rumbling loudly overhead and he sighed, putting the gun back under his pillow and laying his head back down. It was probably the bright flash of the lightning followed by the beginning of the thunderclap that had awakened him.

He was just closing his eyes again when he spotted something, only vaguely visible in the dim light from outside, in the corner of his room. It was…. swirling?

Grabbing his gun again, he sat up and pointed the Glock at the corner. It was getting bigger. “You’ve got two seconds to show yourself before I blow your fucking head off,” he announced, calmly.

He squinted a bit to get a better look but it didn’t make much difference. What the fuck was it?! Smoke? He decided he had no choice and leant over, switching on the wall-mounted bedside light.

The… smoke cloud?… was still increasing, becoming bigger and blacker with every second. Then he saw the vaguest silhouette of a tall figure within it, moving towards him. He leapt out of bed, on the far side of it so it was between him and whatever the fuck this was.

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Aleksander Morozova - or General Kirigan, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, the Starless Saint, whichever of his many names he decided to call himself at any given point in time - could see a tall figure brandishing some kind of strange gun at him as he began to emerge from the swirling shadows.

Following certain unfortunate incidents - including a huge and furious argument with his darling mother - he’d decided it would be politic to get out of Ravka for a while, much as he didn’t really want to. But this wasn’t where he should’ve ended up. What was this place?

He emerged completely from the shadows and immediately felt something bounce off his kefta. He heard a ‘ding’ and looked down at the wooden floor at his feet. A bullet.

Looking quickly back up, he saw that the man opposite him was glaring at him, eyes wide and unbelieving, gun still pointing at him. He also realised that looking at this man was like looking in a mirror.

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Billy was dumbfounded. He’d just shot the fucker! And the bullet had bounced off him. Fuck. He threw the gun down onto the bed and slid his hand under his other pillow, pulling out his Ka-Bar. No way he’d get past that.

He took a moment to have a good look at the dude opposite him.

Dressed in riding boots and some kinda long black tunic thing, with a black fur-collared full-length cape over it. What a freak! Was he a goth or something? But then he realised something even freakier…. this guy looked exactly like him.

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The two of them were still contemplating each other, when finally Billy spoke. “Who are you? And what are you?”

Aleksander laughed. “Usually it’s me asking those questions.” Billy huffed, “You’re in my fuckin’ apartment, so just answer them!” He saw the guy draw himself up, and he said, “I am Aleksander Morozova, also known as General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army of the Grisha.”

“Means fuck all to me,” grunted Billy. “One name not enough for you? And why do you look like me? Are you some kinda shapeshifter or somethin’?”

“I have many names because I am centuries old. And I don’t know what a… shapeshifter?…is,” said the other, “…but I am the Shadow Summoner. And who are you? Where is this?” he waved a hand round at the apartment.

Billy scoffed, “Centuries old?!! Oh fuck off. You’re the same age as me by the looks of ya! I’m Billy Russo, ex-US Marine Lieutenant and now CEO of Anvil. That’s a security company, mainly staffed by ex-military vets. And this….” he also waved his hand around, “…is my penthouse apartment in New York City.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I have never heard of that place.”

Billy eye-rolled, “How can you not have heard of New York?!” he asked, incredulously. “And what the fuck is a Shadow Summoner?”

“It’s becoming obvious we are from two different worlds. I seem to have been diverted from my intended course, I don’t know why,” shrugged Aleksander. “Well maybe it’s time you took off to wherever it is you were headed for in the first place,” said Billy.

“It seems that I have been brought here for some specific reason,” replied Aleksander, “and it also seems I cannot leave for the moment, I have already tried.” He waved both hands around, firstly extending and then curling up his fingers, watching them closely as he did but it was clear that nothing at all was happening. “You see? Nothing. It is worrying to me. My shadows are no longer obeying my commands at present.”

Billy sighed and perched on the edge of his bed, “Great! Just fuckin’ great! This is just…! So when can you leave?” The other man spread out his arms, “I have no idea.”

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Devon, UK

Way across the Atlantic, you were already hard at work in your little bookstore in Appledore, Devon. You had a snug apartment above the store and had filled it with lots of your favourite things. It was a cute little coastal town and you loved living there. The community was small and friendly especially in the winter months, only increasing in summer with all the tourists who came to stay. As long as you made a decent living during the holiday season - which you normally did - then winter was a much calmer, chilled time of year.

You added a final book to the new display in the centre of your store and stepped back to take in how it was looking. Yeah, not bad if you did say so yourself. It was comprised of a fantasy trilogy for young adults about some ancient guy who could summon up shadows, and was a bit of a villain from what you could tell from the story synopsis on the book covers.

Not your cup of tea, to be honest. Generally speaking, all types of action stories were more your thing - something with a bit of ‘va-va-voom’. In fact, you were looking forward to tonight when you’d decided you were going to sit down with a nice tub of ice cream and rewatch one of your favourite series. The one with a relentless avenging ex-Marine whose family had been killed and his psycho ex-Marines buddy. Who happened to be rather hot to your mind.

You sighed a little, heading back behind the counter. That was the only thing about Appledore. It was a lovely place, but there was a distinct lack of hot guys.

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New York City

Billy and Aleksander were sitting on separate sofas in Billy’s living area, eyeing each other warily. Aleksander had been trying to explain to Billy all about his world, the Grisha, the Fold, volcras, Ravka, the Sun Summoner, sand skiffs - as much as he could.

It had blown Billy’s mind, to be honest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In turn, he’d explained all about his military career and the shitshow which had eventually developed once he’d come back to New York. Aleksander looked as equally confused as Billy.

Billy sighed, “I mean, what the hell are you gonna do? You don’t belong here. I need to go to work in a couple of hours. I’m not leaving you here so I’d need to take you to Anvil with me, and you sure as hell can’t go out looking like that.”

Aleksander looked down at his kefta which he’d unbuttoned. His cape was draped over the back of the sofa. “What is wrong with the way I look?” he huffed. “S’pose I could always say you were going to a Comic Con,” muttered Billy. “A what?” “A Comic Con. it’s where fans of fantasy comics go to have fun. They dress up as their favourite characters sometimes. I could always say it was cosplay.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Are you saying I’d look out of place in my uniform? All the Grisha wear these,” he pointed at his kefta. “Not what we wear here,” said Billy, “…and I still don’t get why you look so much like me.”

“I have no idea!” said Aleksander, through gritted teeth, “I told you that already!” “Alright, alright! Calm down.” “I AM CALM!!!” roared the other man.

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New York City

Slightly later that morning, Billy was showered, suited and booted and ready for work. He’d persuaded his uninvited visitor to put on a borrowed leather jacket of Billy’s over his kefta as Aleksander refused to take it off. He’d also made him put on a pair of black trainers, which he’d done very reluctantly. These two items had instantly transformed the freaky-looking guy into someone at least a little more acceptable to your average New Yorker.

Aleksander was wriggling around in the jacket, “It’s not very comfortable.” Billy heaved yet another large sigh - he felt like this was all he’d been doing this morning - “Look, just wear it! You’ll get used to it.” He noticed the other guy sniffing at the collar of the jacket, then his eyes lifted to Billy’s, “You wear perfume?!” “Men’s cologne,” snapped Billy, “or aftershave, as it’s also known because - guess what! - you use it after you’ve shaved!”

His fingers stroking his chin, Aleksander nodded, “Okay, that I understand. We do not use this perfume in Ravka.” “Cologne!” yelled Billy. “Fine, cologne then. Why don’t you like it when I call it perfume? That’s what it is, after all.” “Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Okay? Now c’mon, I’m gonna be late.”

Billy strode over to his front door and tried to open it. The handle wouldn’t budge. He shook it, rattled it, pulled the door handle back and forward, exerting more and more strength but nothing worked. He stood back from the door. “It won’t open,” he said, rather unnecessarily. He looked at Aleksander, “Is this you? Or something to do with you?” “No!” he protested, “I have nothing to do with this.”

A somewhat raspy female voice spoke from behind them, “No, but I do.”

The two men swung round, both gaping as they saw that there were what could only be described as rippling waves distorting the whole interior of Billy’s flat. The light had also diminished quite drastically and then they both saw a woman’s head and shoulders start to become defined and then fully visible in amongst the ripples. She seemed to float there at head height but she obviously wasn’t physically present.

“Mother!” exclaimed Aleksander.

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Devon, UK

You snuggled down amongst the soft cushions on your sofa, tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and scrolled to the series you were looking for. It was quite gory in places but you loved it - except for the bit right at the end where the hot dude got killed. That made you sad although you couldn’t deny he definitely had psychopathic tendencies.

As you were looking for the one you wanted to watch, another series caught your eye in the ‘Suggested for You’ section. Hey, it must be based on that trilogy of books you had in the store right now. Maybe you’d give it a try after you’d finished your current one.

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New York City

“Mother?” echoed Billy, “….what’s going on here?!”

The woman’s head swivelled towards him then back to Aleksander. “My two boys, together again. How sweet.”

“What!?” said the two men in tandem. She gave a bitter laugh, “How I managed to produce two such problematic children, I’ll never know.” “What are you talking about, Baghra?” ground out Aleksander. Billy was just standing there, dumbfounded and looking between the two of them when suddenly her glare focussed in on him.

“Maxim.” Billy returned her stare, “I’m Billy!” he corrected her. She shook her head, “You will forever be Maxim to me. And as I’m your mother, do not argue with me. Now…. no doubt Aleksander has been making a great fuss about how he’s many centuries old, has he?” “He did mention it,” said Billy, begrudgingly. She nodded, “I thought he might have. Listen to me, both of you. You are twins, so obviously you were born within minutes of each other. To me.” The two men exchanged glances, before looking back at her. “It became obvious to me that Aleksander - from a relatively early age - was going to cause himself and everyone around him nothing but trouble and strife, so I took a radical step.” “What did you do, Baghra?” questioned Aleksander.

“If you’d have patience, I’m trying to tell you!” she snapped, before continuing, “I got one of the few Heartrenders in existence at that time to take Maxim out of Ravka to a secret location. There, he placed him in long-term suspended animation. When you…” she pointed an accusatory finger at Aleksander, “….started all that nonsense with the Sun Summoner and hunting for the stag, I travelled with another Heartrender to where Maxim was, and brought him out of his enforced hibernation. I had to protect him as there was no guarantee you’d survive, Aleksander.” She stared at his scowling face and carried on speaking.

“He had no memories remaining of his past life and so I took him into the forest, there is a portal there which only I know of. There used to be more knew about it but I am the only one left now. Other universes can be reached through it. And I decided to send Maxim to another one. This one. It was only three months ago in Ravkan time, but in this universe more than thirty years have passed.”

“Wait… what?!” Billy was pissed. “You… you just threw me into some portal and walked away? Not knowing where I would end up?” “I had to save one of my sons!” she spat out, “…the other one had lost his mind and was on a collision course with disaster!” Billy put his head in his hands, before looking up again and raging at her, “I was abandoned for a second time by the woman I thought was my mother in this universe! She was a drug user, a total mess! I was placed in an orphanage… it was terrible!” He saw a remorseful look pass over her face for a split second, “I am sorry, Maxim! But I had no choice. Then I had to step in again when he…” pointing again at Aleksander, “….was nearly killed by volcras. I managed to get him to the portal before he fully regained consciousness. He thinks it was his idea to leave Ravka after we had an argument, but I managed to plant that idea in his mind before I pushed him into the portal.”

Billy and Aleksander both snorted in unison, then glanced at each other again. Billy looked back at her, “You’re sorry? That doesn’t quite cover it. I went to war! And now I’m in a very bad situation due to things which went down in Afghanistan during that war.” Aleksander chipped in, “And how dare you make a decision like sending me to another universe without consulting me first?”

The sigh Baghra gave echoed round the apartment. “You are a pair of ungrateful whelps! And now it sounds like I have to get you of trouble too!” She pointed at Billy this time. “I firstly had to find some very old documents about it, but I managed to find out how to enter the limbo section of the portal, which this is, because I wished to speak to both of you before I sent you on your next journey.” She lifted her hands and swirled them around in a kind of ritualistic fashion, “Be on your way to the next universe!” she chanted, and suddenly the rippling got even more pronounced.

Billy and Aleksander began feeling overwhelmingly dizzy, feeling as if they were falling but in fact realised they seemed to be rushing through time and space.

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Devon, UK

It was Saturday tomorrow so because you could sleep in a bit as you opened later, you finished the first series (but not the second one - it always upset you) of the one you’d originally been watching, and had then moved on to the one based on the trilogy.

You peered more closely at your TV screen - yeah! you were right, the hot bad guy looked so similar to the hot bad dude in the other series they could be twins! Was it the same actor? You’d need to check on the credits but it must be, surely.

No reflection on the series you were watching, but having finished your ice cream you dozed off during episode 6.

You woke up - you had no idea how much later - and as you sat up slightly, realised that you were feeling very strange. Standing up from the sofa, you were so dizzy that you collapsed back down onto it. You tried not to panic, but you’d no clue as to why you felt so unwell all of a sudden.

Then you noticed that your apartment appeared to be rippling. Rippling??!! What the…. The rippling waves began to die down a little and you were suddenly aware of two looming figures standing over you. Their outlines and features slowly became more defined, more solid, and eventually you realised you were looking up at both the hot bad dudes from the TV.

Of course you were.

Okay, your reeling mind said to you, maybe the celestial Powers That Be had been listening when you were complaining about the lack of hot guys in your town.

They were both looking down at you, clear interest in their eyes. Maybe because you were wearing silky shorts with matching tank T. Your sleepwear didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

So you stared at them, and they stared right back at you, although again you were acutely aware of two sets of very dark eyes roaming all over your body.

You wondered if someone had spiked your ice cream.

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