#micaela on the other hand.....

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

hot boy summer or whatever

not pictured: some variably tasteless tattoos I have yet to draw out—

Well, no. I did draw one of them.

sans context, can you guess where it might be located? 😜

[adrienneleclerc]

Book Boyfriend Challenge

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: where Y/N has her fiancé reciting lines from her 3 book boyfriends.

Warning: 18+ lines used, spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I’m also working on an alternative version where Y/N has no idea Charles has read her books and decides to recite the same lines to see how she reacts, let me know of you want that posted. This takes place in the same universe as The Drive Thru Test

Y/N has seen TikToks of couples doing this challenge so he has picked out three books, Throttled by Lauren Asher, Eleven Eleven by Micaela Smeltzer, and Camera Shy by Kay Cove.

“Charles, muñeco, Can you come here for a second?” Y/N called from their living room, the books lined up on the coffee table. Charles comes in from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“I have another TikTok challenge for us to try.” Y/N said. Charles playfully rolled his eyes and sat besides her on the couch.

“What is the challenge, Mon ange?” Charles asked. Y/N smiled.

“Okay so I have 3 books here, they are my favorite book boyfriends, there’s Noah Slade, Finn Harvey, and Reid Astor Crawford, I personally love these books, but I want you to choose whatever lines from these 3 books and recite them.” Y/N asked. Charles picked up the Throttled book.

“You’ve read an F1 romance book?” Charles asked, flipping through the pages. “Is bandini supposed to be Ferrari? Have you read this thinking about me?” Charles kept asking questions.

“Okay so I’m not the only one who fan casts you as Noah Slade, I’ve seen people make TikToks casting you as Noah, Lewis Hamilton is Jax, Carlos Sainz is Santiago, I’ve seen very mixed opinions about Liam, sometimes is Sebastian Vettel, others it’s Max Verstappen…” Y/N was explaining but Charles cut her off.

“You actually like this Noah guy?!? He’s such an asshole in the beginning.” Charles said as he was reading the first few pages of the book. “I can’t believe people imagine me as Noah.” Charles mumbled. “I’m a nice guy!”

“Muñeco, just pick a line, I’ll let you read the book after we’re done.” Y/N said,

“Fine.” Charles said. It took Charles a few seconds to pick a perfect line. “Okay, I got it.” Charles cleared his throat. “I’m not like any of the guys you’ve been with before. I May not be your first fuck, but I might as well be.” Charles said and Y/N started giggling. “What’s so funny, ma Belle?”

“Nothing, it’s just you’re so cute, I can’t imagine you saying this. But I must admit, your accent makes it hot.” Y/N confessed, kissing Charles. They broke away and Charles said the other line he has chosen.

“You’re a naughty little thing.” Charles tried to say in a seductive matter and Y/N covered her face with her hands.

“Okay that was hot.” Y/N confessed and now it was Charles’s turn to giggle.

“Okay this line is so stupid. ‘But I fuck like an A-list porno.’ I don’t know what more shocking, that the author thought it was a good line, or that you actually like that, I see you blushing, Mon ange.” Charles said and Y/N just shook her head.

“I like the book! Also, lines like this work because it is fictional, if a real man tried to say this to me, I would laugh in their face. But again, I think your accent makes it acceptable.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her.

“Okay I’m keeping this book, I need to know what people imagine me act like.” Charles said, getting off the couch to place Throttled in their bedroom on his side of the dresser. He came back, sitting next to Y/N, and chose the next book, Eleven Eleven. He was skimming until… “HE JUST TURNED 21?!?” Charles asked yelling. “She’s 32, that feels illegal, Mon ange, come on.”

“If you forget about the age, the way he is considerate, sweet, yet kinda cocky is such a turn on for me.” Y/N said.

“Am I competing with your book boyfriends?” Charles asked,

“If you really had to ask…” Y/N muttered. Charles found the line he wanted to refute but first he wanted to have a heavy make out session so Y/N would have full effect of the line. He leaned in to kiss her, he slightly bites her lower lip to insert his tongue in her mouth, both tongues fighting for dominance, Y/N had her hands in his hair but Charles was the one to light pull on her hair, making her moan. They pulled away and Y/N was panting/breathing heavily. Charles had his hand on Y/N’s inner thigh, rubbing lightly.

“Don’t get shy on me now, not when my tongue has been all over this sweet pussy.” Charles said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“I can’t believe you got me hot and bothered just to say that line.” Y/N pouted and Charles laughed. “But that line worked on me, can’t lie.” Charles then cupped Y/N’s face in his hands.

“No man is ever going to make you feel this good. Not the way I can.” Charles said, ending the sentence in a cute little smirk.

“I thought I was going to cringe at some of the lines, but so far so good. You’re doing great, mi vida.” Y/N said, giving Charles a quick peck before he picks up the last book. “I know a lot of people on GoodReads are not a fan but I really liked it, I related to Avery so much.” Y/N said with a pout and Charles faintly smiled while reading the first few pages.

“This Mason guy is an asshole.” Charles said.

“I know! Like who dumps someone in their birthday?” Y/N said. Charles nods in agreement and starts skimming a few pages.

“He’s a boudoir photographer?” Charles asked and Y/N nodded. “You wanna do a photo shoot like that for me?” Charles asked suggestively.

“Sure thing, muñeco, but you’re buying what you want me to wear for this photo shoot.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her temple, still skimming until he found the line.

“Okay, this is kinda long.” Charles cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper and raspy, and looks into Y/N’s eyes. “You’re not going to speak. I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For 5 minutes, Lu are going to enjoy a man who you think fucks like a porn star, worshipping you.” Charles recited, not breaking eye contact. Y/N blushed and looked away.

“How the hell did Avery not melt at that. It is official, you can make all these book lines sexy as fuck.” Y/N said and Charles chuckled.

“Well I’m glad this is turning you one, Mon ange.” Charles said, he skimmed until he found another one. “I’m going to make you vocal during sex, I’m going to have you screaming when you come, trust me.” He recited.

“Mm, not as hot.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, I agree, you’re already vocal during sex.” Charles commented and Y/N swatted his shoulder. “What? You’re acting as if that’s not the truth.”

“Just pick the next line, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now my tongue could go swimming, sweet girl.” Charles said in a raspy voice and Y/N covered her face.

“You did not pick that.” Y/N said.

“But I did. Mon ange, do you real,y enjoy ready these smutty books?” Charles asked.

“Yes I do, I like a modern romance, the smut is a bonus. I find them entertaining though.” Y/N said.

“Mm, should I buy you more books like this then?” Charles asked, pulling Y/N onto his lap so she’s straddling him.

“If you want to, of course.” Y/N said. Charles smiled before kissing her.

“I’m going to read Throttled when I’m on the plane for my next race.” Charles said.

“Okay, let me know what you think.” Y/N said.

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charlesleclerc I discovered that Throttled by Lauren Asher is one of my fiancé’s favorite books so I’ve been reading it and I have a few questions. 1, if I’m Noah Slade despite actually being monegasque, does that mean Y/N is Maya even if she’s Latina and not a Spaniard 🤔? 2, I know I am flirty but I am definitely not as flirty, forward, and cocky as Noah. And 3, I’m a nice guys, a relationship guy, and a family guy, Noah was nothing like that in the beginning! Anyway, not finished yet but so far so good!

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user29 OMG HE’S READING IT!!!!!

user31 Y/N is my favorite WAG and now I have another reason

yourusername muñeco, you were supposed to call me with your thoughts on the book,

charlesleclerc well I’m currently thinking we should recreate that scene in Milano, you want me to choose the restaurant.

yourusername 😳🫣

user35 LORD PERCEVAL!

pierregasly I think you broke the internet, mate

use56 PETITION TO CAST CHARLES AND Y/N AS NOAH AND MAYA FOR A THROTTLE MOVIE!

user23 yes!! They’re perfect

lewishamilton am i supposed to be this Jax guy?

carlossainz55 and me Santiago?

yourusername yes and yes, that’s what TikTok says 🤭

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia: (Part Thirty)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content/CW: Mig is rutting, workplace sex, fear kink, breeding kink, intercrural sex, copious sexual fluids, oral sex, tongue play, hormone scenting, unresolved sexual tension.

Word count: 11,000 Notes: IM BACK BUT ALSO THIS IS A LONG ONE LMAO IM SORRY

Mig stuck to his word as Autumn continued to roll in.

You would be his, no matter what.

The days passed and soon Nueva York was a beautiful patchwork of dull oranges and reds, with the upper city parks creating a gorgeous spread of burnt amber grass beneath the cold sun. Mig’s own universe went much the same way, with his forest home going from a bright evergreen to a spread of dark greens and slowly melting auburn shades as the trees lost their hue. You woke every day in his nest to a new blanket of leaves coating your front door, each load bigger than the last, and soon it was clear that winter was approaching.

You were getting chillier in the mornings, even with Mig’s huge, fluffy body at your side. More and more you were relegated to sleeping beneath his folded form like a baby bird beneath its watchful parent, and at a certain point the bed was so covered in silk blankets it looked almost like a mountain.

More of your stuff from your apartment made its way in too. Your clothes, your toothbrush, your kitchen utensils, your bathroom supplies.

It was a strange mismatch. The nest was rustic, with Mig’s makeshift tools and handspun tapestries, which made all of your modern appliances look out of place. There was nothing more jarring than a portable electric toothbrush sitting next to a hand-carved wooden basin over a bamboo drip, which was your version of a sink, or your phone sitting next to the firepit he used to boil water.

It was strange, yes, but welcome. It really was beginning to feel like home.

It was just that, with home, came pressure.

Time was passing, and it was passing fast. In those sweet early months with Mig it’d felt like you had all the time in the world, but the world was proving that wrong.

You had to find a solution to your universal separation, a way to prove that you and Mig could safely cohabitate forever, and potentially have a family if you desired that in the future. If you couldn’t prove it was safe, the society couldn’t sanction it any further. They couldn’t risk anything that might cause multiverse instability.

That left only two outcomes to this relationship, but in Mig’s mind, there was only one outcome he was willing to accept, and that was success. He was beyond the curious, testing phase of the relationship, the tepid exploration of lust and companionship.

He was in love. He was madly, inescapably in love with you, and he would not let you go.

This left him in a state of feverish devotion to his work, and he spent almost all his free time in Miguel’s labs working out the calculations to a cross-universe serum. At first, he tried to bring you with him, since he missed you far too much, but that ended poorly. He felt too bad making you stay up in Miguel’s office, where you’d inevitably fall asleep from exhaustion and Miguel would have to cover you in a blanket.

So instead he started doing calculations late into the night in the nest while you slept beside him. He even started doing calculations in his sleep. You’d wake to find wall after wall covered in markings you couldn’t comprehend.

The only other hiccup in his way was that he was also totally devoted to helping Micaela and Gabriel. Much of his and Miguel’s previous work had been put to the side to focus on her, using their joint background in genetics to find a cure for her ailment.

Miguel was obviously far more concerned with protecting the existing Micaela than with securing Mig’s future, and while it frustrated you both you couldn’t exactly blame him. Micaela did come first, and he was right to prioritize her, but the uncertainty in your future was becoming a strain.

Mig wanted to start living again, to hope again. He wanted to sleep beside you knowing that you were his, forever and always, and that he wasn’t a doomed abomination. He wanted to know you’d be with him until the end.

No more lonely wailing in the woods. No more singing for a person who would never come.

He wanted to live. He wanted you. He wanted his family.

But the longer their work took, the less certain it felt. Every little re-calculation felt like a punch to the gut, and every mission or postponement felt like a weight on his back.

But you can’t stay in limbo forever.

Closure had to come eventually, one way or another.

…

‘Come on, come on…’

You struggled not to impatiently tap your foot as you peered around the line ahead. You had to crane your neck to see over the 10 or so other spiders all idly waiting for their turn at the counter.

You were waiting in line at the HQ cafeteria to get lunch for you, Miguel and Mig, something you did almost every day now as an unusual little trio. The boys, as you called them, were utterly fixated on their dual projects, and while you weren’t much use scientifically you were the one little lifeline they had left to sanity and stability.

If left to their own devices they’d science themselves into husks. This left you the task of keeping them grounded, keeping them fed, and slapping them back into reality when need be.

It was slightly grating to be around two supergeniuses all the time. Mig was a sweetheart as always, and while he could be a little annoying when he talked to you like a child, he was never condescending or mean. Miguel, on the other hand, was very condescending. He had a need to explain, a need to teach, but he had the patience of a mouse and a tendency to get sassy if you ever got anything wrong.

However, you couldn’t pretend you didn’t enjoy your time with the two. Now Miguel had cooled down he really did seem to be making a difference in his attitude, especially after meeting Gabriel and Micaela. He was short-tempered and stressed, and that would probably never change, but there was an unspoken gentleness to his attitude now. It was almost, protective.

And Mig…

Your face grew warm at the thought of him. His smile. His soft-spoken compliments. His little abdomen wriggles. His big, open, honest eyes, peering down at you as they practically dripped with affection.

Your mind wandered to his breath on your neck in the morning, when he’d blow your hair aside to kiss your forehead. That warmth grew exponentially.

Mig was always perfect. Not literally, but to you… Yes. He was perfect.

‘Hey!’

You jumped in place as someone tapped your shoulder. You spun back and forth only to realize that the line had moved three spaces ahead, and you’d been too lost in your little daydream to notice. The spiders behind you did not look impressed.

‘Sorry! Shit—just a second.’

You stammered an apology and hurried forward, trying to ignore the curious stares you get. The morbid interest in Mig’s lover never seemed to go away.

You stayed hyper-vigilant as you waited to finally reach the front of the cafeteria. You’d replayed asking for your order so many times that it practically tumbled from your lips when you reached the server, making you appear like some kind of empanada-loving robot.

As you made your way back to the office you couldn’t help but pause to admire the new décor.

The whole building was covered in dainty, slightly tacky Halloween objects, coating the walls from top to bottom. It was all in place for the Halloween party tomorrow. There were skrunkly little paper spiders hanging from the high beams, orange cut-outs of cats and pumpkins plastered to the wall.

It was almost painfully twee, but you kind of loved it. It felt authentically true to form for this place. You also knew Miguel had refused to spend any more than the absolute bare minimum on decorations out of spite, since he hated the idea of doing this in the first place. Hosting events and being considerate of members' well-being was one thing, but being drawn out of work to wear costumes was, ironically, not his forte.

Unfortunately, despite being the de-facto leader, he’d been outvoted by the other elites, along with every other Spider in the society. You’d been subjected to his rambling about this for almost a week. Luckily, he didn’t know you’d also voted to have the party.

You prodded a little cheap plastic bat that was hanging from the ceiling as you hopped from the beams into the main corridor before Miguel’s office.

You were quick as you hurried down the same familiar route; passed the Spiders crowding the hall, passed the rudimentary go-home machine, and down the darkened empty corridor filled with Miguel’s old suits and gadgets.

As you approached the door you were hit by the smell of metal and the low hum of a machine. It vibrated through your bones in the most eerie way, causing the walls around you to jitter as if moving.

You instinctively slowed down.

Shit, they were in the middle of running their experiments again.

You crept up to the entrance to Miguel’s office and carefully nudged the door aside, being careful not to dip in any further. You didn’t want to startle them.

‘Pressure at 53%’

Lyla’s voice floated out from beneath the eerie hum as you peeked around the doorway. The office was usually dark, awash with cold navy light and the dull orange glow of Miguel’s monitors, but right now it was alight with an almost supernatural glow emanating from its center. It cast odd shadows across the walls and floors, like hands sneaking up to grasp you.

‘Lyla! Speed it up.’

‘Pressure at 73%. I’m going as fast as I can!’

That was Miguel’s voice, you thought. It was nearly identical to Mig’s but you knew them both well enough now to pick them apart. You peered a little further into the room.

‘Qué chingada… Come on.’

Mig hissed a few more curses under his breath as his abdomen rustled.  

He’d bent his front legs like a horse so he could grasp the computer with both hands, and he was right on the verge of physically shaking it. Every

He was so close, so damn close. He’d gotten the formula down to a predicted 3% success rate, and if he could just get a few more test runs in, he’d have it. He’d have you.

‘Alright! Are you ready?’

Miguel called down to Mig from his floating office. He had to about halfway in the air, allowing him to look down on Mig as he ran some sort of experiment.

You could see the enormous table they were always huddled around, covered in glass jars and holographic screens all flashing with a million numbers at once. As you sank against the door frame, you noticed that the crackling was getting louder.

‘Pressure at 89%. Almost there.’

You could see something starting to spin on the table, creating a whirring noise akin to a helicopter’s blades. The sound was triggering every instinct in your body to run, to hide, and you had to fight yourself just to continue watching.

‘Hold it steady!’

‘I’m holding steady.’

The light expanded until you were forced to squint and pull away, hiding yourself behind the door. The sound was unbearably loud, the whirring grating on your ears as the light grew brighter and brighter.

‘Pressure at 98%...’

‘99%’

‘100%!’

And then—

A crackle filled the room and the light dimmed in a single split second, leaving the room in darkness. You had to wipe your eyes to adjust to the dimness. Everything smelled like hot metal, and you could see smoke drifting up into the rafters of the office.

‘Serum stability at 99%’ Lyla’s voice called out, followed by a sharp bark of a growl.

‘ARGH!’

Mig pulled back and kicked one of the loose chairs right into the wall, almost totally obliterating it with the faintest display of aggression. ‘¡Jueputa! Chingada Madre!’

As the low whirring of the machine dulled, he began to pace, his spider legs scuttling back and forth. His abdomen was shaking dangerously, that much you could see. He had his head in his hands and seemed to be trying his hardest to not lose his temper any further.

You felt your heart sink a little in your chest at the sight.

Miguel was cursing beneath his breath as he put out the fire. ‘God damn it… Lyla, what keeps going wrong?!’

‘It’s just routine checks, Miguel. It’s totally normal.’ 

‘We’ve been stuck at 99% for a week!’ Miguel barked back, ignoring Lyla’s slightly snarky tone.

‘99% is good! That’s better odds than your watch had when you tried it out’ she argued back. You could faintly see her hologram floating in the air beside them, pacing back and forth across the open air. Miguel bitterly waved his hand through her digital form.

‘Yeah, and I was stupid to do so. I can’t approve it until it's 100%.’

‘Maybe the calculations are off’ Mig murmured to himself. You saw him drop back down to the computer again, grasping at its mass like it was a person who he could shake sense into.

‘My calculations aren’t off!’ Miguel snapped back in a slightly harsher tone. ‘I know what I’m doing!’

You could see the tension rising. They’d just keep getting more and more irritable if they remained fixated on their work. You decided now was the time to step in.

With a huff you pushed the office door aside and bellowed towards them. ‘Hey! Come on guys, break time!’

The sound of you voice drew Mig to snap and turn, a motion so inhumanly fast he nearly wrenched the entire computer apart from with his hands. Miguel had to step in and shove him off just to salvage it.

‘¡Tonto! Ah, ten cuidado’ Miguel snapped under his breath, though Mig heard none of it. He didn’t even respond when Miguel elbowed him away.

He was fixed on you, watching you run down the corridor towards him. The way you smiled, the way you bounced as you sped up. He couldn’t stop his abdomen rustling and vibrating with a deep, profound sense of joy. Miguel noticed that too and promptly rolled his eyes.

‘Miggy!’

You squeaked and jumped up into his arms, with the enormous spider catching you with instinctive prowess. He drew you up to his chest and held you like a large cat.

‘Mi tesoro’ he purred. ‘I missed you.’

‘They were gone for 15 minutes’ Miguel sarcastically replied.

‘I know’ Mig replied, his big crimson eyes still fixed on you. He kept tilting his head to get a better angle of your face, deliberately staring until you got flustered and tried to look away. You could feel him nosing at your hands as you covered yourself. Your quiet giggling was almost addictive to him.

‘It was still too long…’ Mig whispered against your fingers. ‘Too long…’

‘Still too long— Alright! Come on, computers finished that round. We can break.’ Miguel grunted and pushed the computer aside as he stood, his hands outstretched. ‘Can I eat, then? Or did you forget about me?’

You pulled back your hands and peered down at Miguel. ‘Forget? What? I wouldn’t forget about you.’

‘Ahuh. What about—’

‘Oh my god—I forgot your lunch order ONE time!’ you cried, cutting him off before he could bring up the same story he always brought up. Despite himself, Miguel’s lips did tilt into a slight smile.

‘Exactly. Once. And you could do it again’ he replied in a slightly snarkier tone. You huffed and threw his box of empanadas at his chest, which he caught mid-air with his webs.

‘You went—you were on a mission twice—’

‘Ahuh, ahuh—’

‘So, I had to remember to NOT get your order—’

‘Yep, keep digging that grave—’

‘I had to remember to NOT get your order the second time, because you sent that memo saying it was wasteful to leave your food, and then the third time you didn’t DIRECTLY tell me you wouldn’t be on a mission, so I didn’t have it there! I am not in the wrong!’

You burnt your throat out while rambling off your excuse. Miguel just kept trying to hide his growing smile of endearment as he webbed his way up to his floating desk, leaving you and Mig to sit beneath him.

‘It’s not my job to babysit you. If you can’t check the schedule that’s something for you to fix, not me. Consider it… character building’ Miguel replied smoothly.

‘Next time I won’t get it deliberately’ you huffed, before reaching into the bag and giving Mig his order. He purred as he took it. ‘At least you’re grateful, Miggy’ you mumbled, which caused him to purr even louder.

‘Always, arañita.’

As Mig folded his legs and settled down on the floor you sat at the front of his abdomen, snuggling into his fur with your meal resting on your folded legs. You could hear Miguel grunting with barely suppressed pleasure as he started eating above you.

Mig paused then as his watch buzzed. He glanced down and awkwardly tapped it at with his huge claws until he finally got it to recognize his touch.

‘Mm? It is—Oh!’

Mig’s face lit up into a smile as a hologram flashed up from his watch, revealing a line of text and a blurry picture. You tilted your head out of curiosity.

‘Hm? What's up?’

‘It’s ah- Gabriel. I’ve been re-learning how to text so that we may, converse, more easily, and he has sent me a picture of Micaela.’ Mig sounded so proud as he spoke, and his eyes as they flitted over the picture were deeply endeared. It filled you with joy to see him looking so comfortable.

‘Oh! That’s nice, that’s good. I’m glad you’re properly keeping in touch now. What’d he say?’

‘Mm! Well, last night he was telling me about how bad the hospital food is. I offered to send him some of my deer meat, which he seemed to find humorous, and today he has sent me a picture of his mates cooking and—’

‘They don’t use mate, Mig, that’s his wife’ Miguel added.

‘Wife. Yes. I forget… Ah, his mate- wife¸ gave him food to sneak into the hospital, and he has sent me a picture of him eating it with Micaelita.’

He glanced at the photo for the second time as he spoke, and the sight caused him to purr all over again. He’d only known his baby niece for a few months now, but he truly loved that little girl. He had an outlet at last for all his pent-up paternal instinct, and seeing her happy brought him so much joy.

‘How is the um- I mean I guess, sensitive subject to bring up, but… How is the serum going?’ you asked.

‘Well, Micaela’s stuff is almost fully done’ Miguel replied. Mig was too busy trying to catch an unseemly long bit of cheese now dangling between his mouth and his empanada to speak, so his variant took over with a slightly exasperated sigh.

‘Luckily, we buckled down and, Lyla did a lot of the work. Scanning the multiverse for somewhere with more advanced medicine was pretty easy, unfortunately the place we found with the right equipment does not have a Spider-man in it for easy contact.’

‘Did you need to go there to get it, though?’ you asked. You were trying to listen while also teasingly nipping in to steal from Mig’s string of cheese, something he found both adorable and aggravating.

‘Luckily again for us, uh—no. Not really. We scanned a few computers and managed to replicate it here’ Miguel explained. ‘Micaela should be just fine.’

‘Yes! But, it means we’re behind on the solution for us’ Mig said as he finally swallowed his food. ‘Which, we are trying to resolve, right?’

‘Jess is getting antsy’ Miguel remarked, more to himself than to you or Mig. He was picking at his own empanada bit by bit, taking off little chunks which he then threw into his mouth and slowly chewed between his fangs. He chewed his food like nicotine gum, as if he was in constant deep thought. ‘Everyone is. Especially with the anomalies getting worse.’

‘I mean… that’s not, our fault, right?’ you said.

Miguel didn’t reply for a moment. He stared into the distance before double-taking at you, almost as if taken by surprise. ‘What? No. No, it’s your fault. It’s… we’re not sure. Maybe it’s a coincidence. But, it’s not you.’

‘Oh… Good.’ You weren’t sure you believed him, but you also weren’t willing to press the issue. ‘But, um—I mean regardless it’ll be okay, right? We’re, getting close?’

To your relief, Miguel did nod as he swallowed his last bite of empanada. ‘Mhm. Mm… Yeah. I think it should be finished soon, if we can just complete the last checks.’

‘Checks?’

‘The stabilization test-runs’ Mig said. He’d finally finished his meal as was now paying very close attention to you, ensuring you continued to eat in between asking questions. He’d grab or gently nudge your hand up to your face to ensure you took bites. He was fussy, yes, but very sweet.

‘De-stabilization, huh? Sounds scary’ you added between quick bites of your sandwich.

‘Catastrophic’ Miguel corrected.

‘Not—necessarily’ Mig said as he wiped crumbs from your face. ‘All it means, is that we need to ensure the serum won’t de-stabilize and cause any anomalous activities or holes when used. We’re delicately re-organizing multiverse DNA, but, we are handling it with utmost care.’

‘You don’t need to convince me, Miggy, I believe you’ you snorted back.

Mig opened his mouth to speak again when a low beep drew his attention away. It was Miguel’s watch, most likely a message, and whatever it was had turned his contented expression into a deeply sour one.

‘Ah… Mierda. So stupid.’

He cursed beneath his breath as he dropped from his office back down to the floor, landing with a dull thud.

‘What’s up?’ you called over.

‘It’s Jess. It’s this Halloween party, ah—I didn’t even vote for it! But I’m the leader, apparently, of course I only become leader when it suits them—’

You paused Miguel mid-rant by snapping your fingers. ‘Miguel! Come on, to the point. You’re rambling.’

‘Ay, don’t be rude. What I meant to say, then, is apparently I have to go approve these new decorations. I’ll be back soon, we’ll finish the second test run when I’m done.’

Miguel had begun walking before you could even think to say anything else, so you and Mig just resorted to waving him off with a soft ‘bye!’. He shot you a deflated thumbs up over his shoulder before vanishing out the door.

Silence fell in the wake of his departure, and for the first time you were alone with Miguel. All you could hear in the office was Mig’s thudding heart and his slow, rhythmic breathing against your scalp.

‘Arañita?’

You blinked and leaned back against his abdomen until his face came into view. His eyes were wide, and as they watched you awkwardly blowing his fluff out of your eyes, they dilated. ‘I didn’t get to mention, this morning…’ He paused and swallowed. ‘You look, radiant today, mi amor. You look very, pretty.’

The second those words left his mouth you broke out into a dumb little smile. You tried to look away, but Mig was quick to catch your chin with his claw, forcing you to hold his gaze. His eyes softened.

‘No, no. Don’t deny it. I know you want to.’

‘Miggy…’

‘That is not to say that you don’t always look pleasing. You do. But I wanted to tell you today. I feel I don’t tell you enough.’

‘You make it more than clear how you feel about me, Mig’ you whispered back. His fur was warm and sweet on your cheek, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle deeper into it. ‘You don’t have to say it.’

‘Mm… But I will, mi amor’ he whispered back. God, he loved saying that. He’d say it all day every day if given half the chance. ‘Mi amor, you are such a beautiful creature. I am grateful every second of every day that I have you as my mate.’

You felt the heat in your cheeks growing in tandem with the lightness in your chest. You squealed internally as he smiled down at you, his face filled with open, honest sincerity. ‘Yeah, well… I could say the same about you too, so… you know’ you murmured. His eyes narrowed with barely suppressed joy.

‘Do I know?’

‘You… Yes, but—Okay. You are also, a beautiful creature, and I am extremely grateful every millisecond of every day that I met you’ you replied with a teasing jab. He chuckled, and when you chuckled back, he bent his torso down to meet your own.

‘I missed you’ Mig whispered. You could feel him nosing at your hair as he spoke, taking deep and lingering breaths around the crown of your head.

‘I missed you too, Mig’ you whispered back. The warmth of his fur was nice on your back as you leaned into him, relishing the small moment of peace and quiet. You could hear nothing but a distant beep of some nebulous electronics and the soft, deep breaths Mig was savoring above you. You could tell he was huffing your scent.

‘You, uh… you sure are smelling me a lot, lately’ you said. The break in silence and the bluntness of the question caused Mig’s eyes to shoot open.

‘… I am?’

‘Mhm.’

‘As in, more than usual?’

‘Mhm.’

‘Oh, I—I’m sorry, arañita—’

‘No! No, don’t apologize. I didn’t mean it was an issue. I just…’

You slowly rolled your head back to catch his gaze, only to wind up nose to nose with him. You felt his breath on your lips as you both locked eyes. The warmth, the proximity, it made something familiar in your gut tighten and twist.

Mig purred. ‘Then, how did you mean it, arañita?’ he whispered.

You felt that sweet tightness in your gut twisting tighter, and without even thinking your thighs squished together. Mig’s eyes darted down, catching that tiny act, before sliding back up and narrowing ever so slightly. He let you catch his tongue slipping out to slide along his lower lip.

‘I meant, ah… I meant, I just, noticed it. It—it’s usually a sign that, something else is going on, you know?’ you stammered back.

‘I know what you’re referring to, mi arañita’ he murmured back. ‘Are you implying I might be heading into a rut?’

‘Well… I wouldn’t, dare, assume, but…’

You felt your breath starting to catch as your heart rate sped up, matching the steady rhythm of his own thundering beat. You could see his eyelids drooping, his abdomen gently jerking back and forth like a dog wagging its tail.

The growing heat was physically palpable. It was like the sun on your skin, itchy and hot. ‘We’re in the office’ you whispered softly. You’d both drifted so close now that you could feel his lips on your own. Mig was panting, breathing in you, verging right on the edge of snapping you up and eating you whole.

‘Yes…’

‘Mig… W-We’re in the HQ, we—’

‘We’re in the office…’

Mig pressed one sweet, tender kiss against your lower lip, but he lingered just long enough to let you know that, if he could, he’d have bitten down on that lip in a second. You stammered out a shaky whine in response.

‘Mig, we can’t.’

‘Do you want to go back to the nest?’

‘What if Miguel comes back? We need to—finish the, stupid work—’

‘Then here.’

‘Mig—’

You paused your soft whispering to kiss for the second time. It was almost reflexive, with your lips losing focus and going against your better judgement to press up against his. You’d kiss once and then pause, as you both brushed against the realm of better judgement for a fleeting second, only to kiss each other once more.

Soft then hard, lingering and passionate, tasting him for just a second until it got too painful to not kiss him again.

‘Mm—Mig, mm—’

‘Arañita…’

You felt his tongue slip out and obediently parted your lips, letting your tongues wind between your barely open mouths. You could taste his breath, you could feel the heat brewing in him as he tried to slip into your open maw. At this point your skin was burning, and worst of all, you could feel your clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

You were a shivering, burning mess. You’d gone too far.

‘Miggy— Mm… Miggy, come on—’

‘Arañita…’

‘If, Miguel comes back—’

As you withdrew from the kiss Mig moved closer, gripping your waist with his thick, heavy claws so you couldn’t pull away. He didn’t kiss you, but he did press his lips to your nose, and there he spoke again.

‘Don’t make me chase you, arañita.’

Those sweet, husky words whispering against your skin made you shudder. It was enough to make your insides clench and quiver, and Mig knew it.

‘F-Fuck, god damn it… hah… mm. Okay. You wanna play like that?’

You stealthily shifted your suit down by just the pants, taking your underwear with it. Not enough to be naked, but enough to get Mig hooked in the sweet scent you knew would drive him crazy. Just as planned, the moment your underwear went past that navel line, his pupils dilated.

‘Mm… arañita… You smell, delicious…’

He lowered his head with a speed and strength you knew you couldn’t match, but he did relinquish his grip on your waist to do so. You let him bury his nose between your thighs, slipping right into the little defined curve where your suit met your pussy lips, and he huffed like a madman.

‘Mmm… qué rico, mi arañita hermoso/a…’

He whined the words directly against your clothed cunt, letting you feel his lips and tongue moving against every ridge and inch he could get. You were sure that if you let him linger any longer he’d rip the fabric with his fangs and have himself a little dessert, and while part of you desperately wanted to let him, that wasn’t the plan.

You grabbed his hair and pulled, letting him get as pussy drunk as you could allow without fully tipping him over the edge.

‘Good boy, good, good boy…’

You held him there just long enough, until his spider legs were tapping that familiar mating rhythm and his abdomen was shaking with feverish intent, and then—

‘Catch me, big boy.’

You whispered those words before webbing yourself out of his grip, flying over his abdomen and landing squarely on the office floor behind him. You saw his claws grasping to try and catch you, but he was too late. You’d escaped.

He spun around just in time to see you hurrying into the dark corners of Miguel’s office. He hungrily growled. ‘Oh, arañita… Okay. We’ll play that game then.’ He licked the little traces of your scent from his upper lip, and he gave chase.

You webbed your way into the darkness and crouched down behind a pile of forgotten electronics, moving stealthily on four legs to avoid being seen. You could faintly see Miguel’s shadow as he moved through the office and toward your location. As he abandoned the light his eyes began to glow, illuminating the shape of his spindly legs with an eerie red outline.

‘Mi tesoro?’

The adrenaline was thick. You knew that it was just your sweet, gentle Mig roaming after you, but that didn’t stop the sweet, controlled dose of fear that you got whenever you played hide and seek with that enormous, skulking spider.

‘Naughty arañita… You like playing at this, don’t you?’

Mig purred softly as he crept around the edge of the lab. His paws were quiet underfoot, carefully padded to keep even his enormous body nearly entirely silent.

‘You like playing at being prey… So cute. You know what’ll happen when I catch you… Does that excite you, arañita? That I will rip those pretty clothes off and mate with you the moment you’re in my paws? Are you thinking about it right now?’

The echo of his voice drove you lower to the floor. You could hear him getting closer, but your cover was running out, and if you raised your head he’d surely see you and pounce. You didn’t want the fun to be over that quickly.

You began to back up instead, shifting along the wall until you found an opening. It felt like a door of some kind, and as you carefully, carefully creaked it open, you realized that you’d found an old, unused closet in the back of Miguel’s space.

‘Arañita…’

Miguel’s hungry, husky groan filled the air, alongside an animalistic rustling. It sounded like a rug being shaken out, or a rattlesnake, but you knew better. That was his abdomen prepping for his mating ritual.

You subdued your own shiver of excitement and slipped into the closet.

In here it was pitch black. You could feel the dust on the floor, betraying just how old this space was, and the trickle of light peaking in through the door wasn’t enough to go more than an inch into the closet’s depths.

You were forced to blindly shuffle until your hands hit a wall, forcing you to turn and shuffle backward until you met the same fate. Eventually, you stopped moving altogether, realizing that it was pointless, and resigned yourself to cowering in the dark like a rabbit.

You couldn’t hear Mig in here. Either that, or he’d stopped taunting completely.

It was terrifying how quiet he was. For something so big his soft paws muffled any sound he might have made, allowing him to move with little to no noise. He was a real predator, a creature at the top of his theoretical food chain, and you often forgot that yourself.

In the dark you waited, listening to your own heart hammering in your chest. You could feel the cold creeping up on you in here, giving you goosebumps on your arms. You felt the strain of the concrete floor on your knees.

But that wasn’t all you felt.

A heavy, overwhelming presence had abruptly settled against your back, and now something hot, warm and wet was sliding up your nape to the base of your skull. Instinctively your body tensed, but then you felt it again, and in a second that primal fear disappeared.

It was Mig’s tongue. He was licking your nape, tasting your scent with your highly adapted senses. He’d move in shyly, lapping once or twice, before nuzzling his nose into the thick of your hair and starting the cycle all over again.

‘I caught you, arañita.’

Your body began to relax. You felt his claws fondling your chest and rear in the darkness, squeezing your ass until his claws left a little imprint. His lips, too continued to grope at your nape, licking and nipping the skin until it bruised.

‘You know what that means.’

You let out a low groan. Between the fear, the heat, and now the dark, cramped space you’d been trapped in, there was no turning back now.

‘Mm… O-Okay, you win. Just… just a little…’

It took very little convincing for you to turn around and smash your lip into his. This time you didn’t hesitate before opening your mouth for him to explore, letting his huge, warm tongue slide into your mouth. He wound his tongue around your own, tasting your scent, your moans, everything he could get.

‘Mm… arañita…’

His hands began creeping up and down your body, squishing lightly at your belly and waist. He loved feeling the way your flesh moved beneath his fingers, how frail your ribs felt under his claws. He deepened the kiss.

‘Mm…’

You could feel that Mig was already getting erect. In the pitch black you could only rely on touch to sense any changes, and you could feel his soft phallus slowly beginning to peek out from the slit in his abdomen. It was twitching against your belly.

The kissing just barely muffled your sounds as you tried to speak. ‘Mm… Mm.. I-I can’t, get fully naked, but—’

‘Why not?’

‘Mmm—’

With a soft moan you broke the kiss, leaving the two of you panting into each other’s mouths. ‘I need to- be able to re-suit quickly if anyone comes in, you beautiful idiot.’

Without another word you shifted your suit pants down to the middle of your thighs, leaving just enough bare room for Miguel to slip himself between your legs. His eyes dilated at the sight.

‘Oh… r-right. Hah. Right…’ Mig purred as he grabbed your body and spun it around, bracing you in a slightly tilted position. He braced himself with his hands on either side of the closet walls, and with the bare minimum delicacy he could muster, he began to buck himself in.

‘C-Careful… just, s-stay still. I’ll be quick.’

He started thrusting, shifting his cock in the darkness as he searched for his prize. You felt that bulbous tip nudged at your back, then your ass, before slowly making its way down to the warm, sweet space beneath.

You bit your lip and braced yourself, internally prepping for the pressure. He paused, angled, and thrust.

However, he missed.

‘Ah! F-Fuck—’

In his haste, he slid right past your cunt. His cock was so big that it slid right between your thighs, settling between your pussy lips with a full handful of member poking out the other side. It almost made you dizzy, remembering that you so frequently let such a beast of a shaft inside you.

Mig groaned at your back and began slowly humping at your clenched thighs, shifting his plush phallus back and forth.

‘Mm… S-So, warm…’

You were quickly coated in thick, sticky pre-cum and your own slick as he began to thrust faster and faster, riding out his frustration. He was too eager to even stop and try to enter you properly. This would have to do.

With one hand over your mouth and the other bracing your body to the wall, you let Miguel rut his cock between your thighs, eagerly fucking them and your clit raw.

There was only one thought in your heads:

More. More…

You coyly grabbed the little bit of shaft slipping out the other side of your thighs and began to manually pump it with your fist, relishing in the warmth and the slipperiness against your palm.

‘A-Ah, arañita…’

Mig moaned your nickname into your hair as he continued rutting against your back, the double stimulation driving him absolutely mad. You were beside yourself as he continued grinding that soft, plush, velvety shaft up against your clit, using your slick as lubricant to slide a little easier.

MORE. MORE.

You bent forward and down, contorting yourself so that you could hungrily lap at your member. Mig barely stifled his predatory groans.

‘A-Arañita, ah—c-careful—!’

You slurped at his member until you could just about get a little of it between your lips, and while he continued furiously pumping between your thighs you began sucking on the tip. It was weirdly sweet, as always, though not in a sickly way. It was thick and slightly earthy, like raw, natural honey, and it soon coated your tongue in that sticky white fluid.

Mig, at this point, was losing his mind. He dug his claws into your hips to hold you steady as he began bucking without rhythm, driving himself into every crevice of your body he could.

‘Hah- o-okay, good arañita. G-Good. That’s it, lick it up.’

You allowed him to thrust between your parted lips and groaned. Mig was left breathlessly humping, with one hand still dug into your side and the other tenderly petting your hip as he rode out his frustrations into your mouth and between your legs.

‘Good, there you go. There you go. Mm… Así así, arañita, estás haciendo un buen trabajo.’

His sweet praise helped to ease the pain in your jaw as you took more of him in. The plush, squishiness of his cock made it easier to mouth and suck, but there was just so much of it. You were choking on the tip.

Luckily, Mig could only handle so much. He was utterly overstimulated, between the beautiful sensation of your lips and tongue on his member and the warmth and wetness of your thighs, topped off with the sight of you bent over and taking him from all angles—

‘Ah! Bájale, bájale, arañita.’

He pulled back and began patting your hip for clemency as your lips nearly drew him to a violent impromptu orgasm. You gasped as he withdrew. You were panting hard, slightly dazed from the pleasure and the blood rush to the head, your lips now a mess of saliva and pre-cum. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel the little trail of fluid hanging between your lips and Miguel’s twitching member.

‘Ah… h-huh?’ you mumbled. ‘W-What?’

Mig had to tilt you back to an upright position himself, and there he hugged you close while still slowly pumping between your thighs.

‘Shh, that’s it arañita. You did so good. Just rest now, treasure, let me do the work.’

‘Mm… But—’

‘Let me do the work.’

He repeated those words in a sweet, cooing manner, drawing you to relax in his grip. It was easy to give in, especially with his shaft still gently massaging your swollen clit.

He wanted to focus on you now.

He drew back and began carefully thrusting at just the right angle, probing his hot and now very wet member was pressed right up to your clit. The sensation was hard to describe. All you knew is that you weren’t going to last long like this.

‘Ah… M-Mig, fuck…’

He kept you stabilized with his arms, allowing you to focus on just the pleasure of his movement.

‘You smell so good’ he moaned directly into your ear. ‘So good, arañita. I’d eat you up if I could. My beautiful, beautiful little spider. So—f-fucking, soft—’

He groaned out loud as he started to speed up, frantically squishing and grinding every inch of his cock between your lips. You could hear the manic, wet squelching of your own slick being papped back and forth by his movements, a soft ‘thwap’ that was getting louder and louder.

‘M-Mig—’

‘Mm, so soft, want you—covered in seed—’

‘Mig!’

‘Stuffed, s-stuffed with it. Stuff with my cum. Pretty little spider, full of my babies, full of my e-eggs—’

You tried to warn him, but Mig was too wrapped up in his own manic, heat-induced fantasy to notice. He was dizzy with the thought of web-knotting you, imagining his cock sliding right up to your cervix and then being webbed into place so none of his seed would spill. He was imagining you swollen with his offspring and resting in his silk den, his perfect little mate for life, fulfilling all of his desires.

You had no chance of stopping him, so you did the only thing you could do: you shuddered and orgasmed all over his shaft.

It was your barely muffled scream of pleasure that finally jolted him back to reality, and back to the gorgeous sight of your body trembling and spasming as it throbbed all over his member. He audibly gasped and twitched, letting his cock throb right back as he milked you for all the slick you would offer.

When your knees began to shake, he held you in place. Your weight was nothing to him. No matter what you weighed, with his size, he could have carried you like a kitten.

‘Mi amor’ he cooed into your hair. ‘Mi amor, mi amor… So beautiful. What a beautiful sight.’

‘Hah… f-fuck, uh… I-I can, barely feel my legs’ you panted back.

‘Shh. I’m here. You did so good, arañita.’

‘I-I didn’t, do anything, mi amor, I just… came’ you said, letting out a breathy laugh.

‘You did more than enough’ Mig purred sweetly. He took the chance to slide two fingers down between your lips and around your clit, letting your slick accumulate on his claws. Your body jerked at the sudden rush of stimulation.

‘Ah—’

‘More than enough. I’d pay to watch you do that again.’ Mig kissed your forehead as he slid his fingers back up and pressed them to his lips. You heard him licking them clean.

‘But I’ll take my payment another way, I think.’

You let out a shaky groan as he moved your body back into position. He was lining himself up again, and this time, he wasn’t going to miss.

You could feel his thick member pulsing at your entrance, teasing the sensitive skin before its final penetration. He’d rock himself a few times, shifting just an inch in before pulling back out, just enough to make that sweet squelching pop ring out. He could picture it now: the sweet feeling of your cunt enveloping every inch of him, welcoming him in, squeezing the life out of him as you moaned his name.

His name. His mate. His.

‘That’s it, arañita, are you ready for me?’

‘Y-Yes, yes—fuck, please Mig—’

‘You want it?’

He bucked closer, preparing to push in. You cried out.

‘Yes, fuck, please!’

‘You want it?’

‘Yes!’

‘You want—’

‘Hey! Mig?’

Miguel’s voice echoing through the halls drew you both to an abrupt and awkward halt. God damn it.

Mig tried to force himself to push through it, with the animal half of his brain wanting to just ignore the call of his variant, but he couldn’t bring himself to it. He slowly rocked to a stop and, with great reluctance, yanked his cock out from between your thighs.

‘Ah, my mistake… We got carried away again, didn’t we? Come here, mi amor. Let’s calm you down.’

He whispered those soft words into your hair as he yanked your body up and into his arms. He began applying as much desperate aftercare as he could; stroking your hair, kissing your neck and cheeks, stroking over and gently rubbing your muscles until the weakness in them subsided.

He held you with the utmost care while you struggled to recover from your orgasm. It was a big ask to compartmentalize all of the sweet arousal you’d just barely tasted.

‘Mig, you… b-but you didn’t fini—’

‘I’ll be fine, arañita’ Mig whispered. He was already carefully concealing his erection, letting it subside back into the little slot in which it was usually hidden. He was sweating from the strain, yes, but he had some control.

‘Mig, the rut—’

‘I have your slick covering my phallus with your scent’ he very bluntly murmured into the curve of your ear, causing you to shiver. ‘I wreak of you, arañita. That is enough for me right now. At least… It will tide me over, until I can get you home properly.’

You managed a small, slightly breathy giggle. ‘And then I’ll be your little cum dumpster, huh?’ you teased back. Mig purred.

‘You will be a good mate’ he whispered, ‘and you will do your duty by me, I’m sure.’

‘And that duty is?’

He leaned closer, gently nipping your earlobe. ‘Being, as you so brazenly put it, my little cum dumpster.’

You may have given in and fucked him right there in the closet space if Miguel hadn’t called out once more, drawing you back to the present.

‘Hey! Mig?’

You both gave a slightly similar sigh. You knew this was your own doing, and you couldn’t exactly be mad at Miguel. You just couldn’t wait for this stupid serum to be done.

‘Alright, come on. Let’s go get back to work’ you whispered. Without another word you began frantically pulling your suit back into place, and once you were both relatively dressed and presentable you silently crept back out into the main officer together.

‘Mig?! Ay! Are you—Oh. Oh… ¡Ey, que la chingada!’

Miguel raised both hands to his face as you both sheepishly appeared from behind the loose paneling. He didn’t need to ask what you were doing.

‘In my office!’ he snapped. ‘My office— Dios Mio… It’s going to smell, in here, for- hours, if not days!’

‘No, it’s not’ you called back as you hurried over. ‘Calm down.’

‘DON’T—Don’t, tell me to calm down, YOU did this!’ he seethed.

‘We’re—it’s, stressful, with the heat, and- we are very sorry, I swear’ you hissed as you finally caught up to him. Mig remained sheepishly stone-faced at your back.

‘I’m stressed too!’ Miguel replied just as sharply. ‘¿Y que hay de mi? Eh? Nobodies around to relieve my stress, but you don’t see me complaining!’

You and Mig both blinked and glanced at each other before turning back to Miguel in near unison, all while he continued to heave his chest in righteous indignation. You allowed the silence to continue just long enough to make his eyes dart a little.

‘… What? Why are you staring at me like that?’ he hissed.

‘… I mean, are you asking to be involved?’ you replied bluntly. You just barely managed to suppress the urge to giggle as he blanked. The way his eyes widened, the way his lips drew back to flash his fangs in a mixture of intrigue, disgust and confusion. You knew your response would create that exact reaction, but it was funnier to fix him with a neutral expression as he scoffed.

‘You- no!’ he snapped back. ‘No, I wasn’t- no! No!’

‘Are you sure?’ you asked. As you spoke you coyly leaned forward, noting the way his eyes darted over your body. He was forced to physically turn his back on you to avoid being accused of anything unseemly.

‘Tienes una mente bien cochambrosa’ he grumbled under his breath. ‘Look, whatever traits me and him might share, there is one big goddamn difference, and that’s that I’m not a massive pervert.’

‘Aw, but you’re stressed, like you said! Come on, lemme help.’ You continued your teasing as you took a few steps closer. He glanced over his shoulder, catching your little tiptoe motion, and like a frightened deer he stumbled away.

‘What- no!’

‘Yeah, come on! I’ll help you out’ you cooed, your hands stretching out to grab him. He took another step back.

‘What are you- has the heat melted your brain or something?’

Miguel was getting more and more heated as you crept towards him, his irritation betraying the little auburn glow in his eyes and cheeks. Your eyes crinkled with joy; you could practically smell his inner thoughts, and he could definitely smell you.

‘Come ‘ere, Miggy’ you cooed again. 

‘No! I will- I will subdue you! I’m warning you!’ he hissed, which only made you giggle more. You continued forward, and with each step you took Miguel scurried in the opposite direction. It was almost absurd to see that enormous, terrifying hybrid of a man fleeing from you in circles around his office, like a kitten chasing a guard dog.

‘I’m serious! If you don’t stop—’

‘Come on, come here!’

‘YOU- Hey, pendejo! Control your- mate!’

Miguel made a desperate plea to Mig as you both sped around his body, but Mig was enjoying himself at this point. ‘They are correct. You did say you were stressed’ he purred back, which caused Miguel to sneer at him.

‘MIG!’

With a grunt of exasperation Miguel sank his claws into the wall and began frantically climbing, forgetting that you could use your webs to follow. You pursued him up into the rafters and back down again, all while Mig watched with a smile on his face and his hands clasped in his lap.

You knew Miguel could have genuinely ended the chase immediately. He could have used a light cage, a web, anything really, but he didn’t. He let you chase him until you were exhausted, too tired to even finish swinging from the web you’d slung, and only then did he grab you by the nape and carry you back down himself.

He handed you over to Miguel like a stray cat, unceremoniously dumping you into his lap.

‘You are both a strain on my existence, and if I could I would have you both exiled to a barren universe where nobody would ever hear from you again’ he said in a totally deadpan voice, which only drove you into another fit of breathless giggling. Mig, too, chuckled a little in response.

‘No, come on. You love us’ you cooed back.

‘I hate you both. Sincerely. With absolute determination, in every universe.’

‘No, don’t lie! You love us!’

‘Dios mio— Alright. You, you—’ Miguel said, pausing just to point his claw in your face. ‘Yes, you, go help Jess with the Halloween party.’

‘What?! But—’

‘You are distracting my co-worker’ Miguel slowly repeated, cutting off any excuse you might have made. ‘You can mess around after our work is done. So, you know what? You’re taking over my Halloween duties. Got that?’

You instinctively shot Mig a look, expecting him to argue on your behalf, but the moment you locked eyes you realized he was technically right. Mig wanted you, badly, but he wanted to finish his work too. After a moment of silent conversation, you relented.

‘Alright’ you sighed, ‘alright, fine. I’ll go do the stupid party work.’

‘Good. Thank you’ Miguel said, though he clearly tacked the apology onto the end at the last minute. You took it regardless.

‘Actually, that means I can go get my costume’ you mused as you grabbed up your bags. ‘I’ll come show it to you later, you’re gonna LOVE it!’

‘I’m sure I will, arañita. Be careful’ Mig hummed back.

You reluctantly bumped foreheads with him, giving each other a very quick kiss to avoid starting up any more unwanted urges, and with that you hurried out of the room to go find Jess.

Mig watched you go with a slightly melancholic expression. He was doing a good job of hiding how badly he wanted you, how painful the rut was as it went unfulfilled, but he was less adept at hiding how much he missed you in general. He pined openly as he stared at the empty space where you’d been.

‘Come on, back to work’ Miguel snapped over his shoulder. He tossed him a pair of safety glasses to snap him back to reality, and after watching the enormous spider struggle to catch them he slipped on his own.

Mig paused and glanced between the glasses and the empty doorway, but he only allowed himself a moment to disassociate. After a few seconds of thought he obediently slipped the glasses on and got back into position at the desk.

‘Yes, sir.’

The two managed to work in silence for about a half hour, but there was a strange tension in the air that was hard to place. They were struggling to focus on their calculations or on the prep required to run the next test. Despite their attempts to hunker down and focus, it seemed inevitable that one of them would break the silence.

‘… You okay?’

It was Miguel who spoke first. Mig paused on his calculations and turned to glance at his counterpart, carefully shifting his glasses down so he could see him better.

‘Me?’

‘Yep. You’re the only one here, bud.’

‘… Yes. I am, fine’ Mig replied cautiously. ‘Are you, okay?’

‘Mhm.’

‘… Why do you ask?’

Miguel grunted and withdrew after soldering a single piece of metal together. He, too, raised his glasses, and fixed Mig with a veiled glare. ‘… I mean you were, copulating in my office’ he said bluntly.

‘… Ah. Right. Yes. I—Should apologize for that, I suppose’ Mig mumbled. He didn’t drop his eyes the same way you did, but he looked bashful enough to seem sincere. ‘I swear it was not personal, this time, I wasn’t trying to—’

‘Yeah, I know’ Miguel sighed. ‘You’re just two stupid rabbits. I got it.’

Mig didn’t reply. He held onto that silence for a minute or so more before Miguel spoke again.

‘… Three, stupid rabbits. I know I can’t keep discounting myself.’

‘Mm. I do not, blame you for discounting yourself. I know our nature is frowned upon’ Mig replied in a kinder tone, one that irritated Miguel. He couldn’t stand Mig’s gentle nature. He knew, deep down, he didn’t deserve it.

‘Let’s just… focus on the experiment’ he grunted. Mig gave a curt nod, and he turned back to the table.

But they both knew that they couldn’t actually stay silent.

‘I think… if we try it this way, we might be able to get over that final 1% hurdle’ Miguel said after a minute's silence.

‘Mm. I hope so. I have high hopes for these next few trials’ Mig purred, giving his abdomen a happy little wiggle. ‘It has been a hard wait, but, I will be grateful to have it finished. I will be grateful for the help you offered. To finally be with mi arañita…’

‘Yep. You’ll get everything’ Miguel murmured. ‘If this works… You’ll get everything we both wanted.’

Mig’s purring dulled as he gazed over at his counterpart. ‘… You, make it sounds as if you are jealous of that fact.’

‘Do I? I hadn’t noticed.’

Miguel’s sudden, sarcastic tone caught Mig off guard. Miguel’s face hardened as he tried to maintain that cold façade, but even that quickly fell apart. He couldn’t stay mad at his big, stupid variant anymore, not now.

‘… Yeah, I’m jealous’ he murmured.

‘But, why?’

‘You know why.’

‘I’m aware we had our troubles, yes. But I don’t understand why you would still be envious of me now.’

Miguel scoffed a little, which only urged Mig to get closer. He bent his front legs to peer at Miguel with earnest eyes.

‘Is it still mi arañita? Do you—’

‘No! Not—’ Miguel paused and instinctively raised his hand. ‘Sorry, that sounds defensive. Ah.’

He ran that same hand down his face with a sigh. ‘It’s not. At least not… I mean I’m not, envious of your relationship to them, but… Perhaps, maybe I am envious that you have someone.’

‘Right. I see.’

‘It all, just… works for you. It works out for you’ Miguel grumbled, his hand slowly sliding back down to his side. ‘And I don’t know why.’

‘That seems an unfair assessment’ Mig replied quietly. ‘You are, implying that my life has somehow been notably easier than yours.’

Miguel opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it.

‘I used to think you were the better of us all’ Mig said when Miguel failed to speak for himself. ‘You were the most human. The most adjusted. You had friends, co-workers, your… your, Dana was still alive, even if now gone.’

‘I’m sorry’ Miguel grumbled reluctantly. He couldn’t look Mig in the eye as he said it, but he managed to force it out. ‘I am. I didn’t—mean to imply that.’

‘It’s okay’ Mig purred. ‘In that mandatory therapy you made us go to, I… Came to understand a lot about my perception of you. You were everything that I wasn’t. A hybrid who passed for human, surrounded by people. And I hated you for it, but, I didn’t hate you—’

‘Well, you did. You hated me. For, justified reasons, I will add.’

Mig purred a mild chuckle in response. ‘Yes, I hated you after you tried to interfere. But I know why you did, perhaps better than anybody else. I liked rubbing it in your face, that I had achieved something unique and beautiful, because I put all of my misgivings onto you.’

In almost near synchronicity their smiles faded.

‘… Yeah’ Miguel murmured back. ‘Yeah. I see what you’re getting at.’

For a few minutes the two were silent. Miguel continued running logistics while Mig watched the screen, keeping track of the numbers as they flew past. For a while Miguel wanted desperately to pretend that he could leave the conversation there, but, that was a fools hope.

After testing a few logistics he paused the screen and gripped his desk for stability. Mig watched him with unblinking focus.

‘I tried to have a family. Even a, tiny little piece of a family, for myself… and I failed’ Miguel murmured. The cold blue light of the screen danced across his expression, filling in the hardened trauma lines in his face. The shadows in his brow and nose were sharpened under that dead light.

‘I failed. There was only one universe where I was happy, and I lost it, because—’

Miguel paused, unable to continue with that line of thought. Mig just purred.

‘Did you never wonder why?’ Miguel said, his voice barely a whisper. He sounded like a child re-calling their nightmare to their parent.

‘Why?’

‘Why we suffer?’ Miguel hissed. ‘Did you never wonder why? Why every O’Hara has to suffer, alone? Why there was only one universe where one of us was happy, and even there he… even he… and I…’

Miguel bit his tongue and went totally still, his eyes wild. Mig allowed him a few more moments of silence before speaking again.

‘… I pondered that thought all the time’ Mig murmured back. He turned to gaze at the screen, seeing the little snippets of video flashing in the corner. He could see you, making your way down the beams, and it made his heart ache.

‘I pondered it before I came here. Why did I have to turn, why did my loved ones have to go, why did I have to be left alone? I’d ponder it every night as I looked at the stars, playing my silk strings, wondering why I didn’t deserve better.’

‘I always said, I created interdimensional travel to try and keep things on the straight and narrow. To, fix everyone’s stupid little mistakes’ Miguel said, more to himself than to Mig. ‘But I don’t think that was true. I don’t think that’s very honest.’

He caught a glimpse of the same video Mig was watching then, and he froze up. He saw that little girl tossing the football around, beaming and smiling at the camera with mud on her face. His little girl.

His expression darkened, and he swiped the video away.

‘I did it to fix my existence. To find somewhere better.’

‘And you did, did you not?’ Mig replied.

Miguel scowled until the red light of his eyes was reflected onto his cheeks like tear stains. ‘… I did something, that’s for sure’ he replied. He ran another hand down his face as he mulled over the choices he’d made, and the choices he was about to make.

‘If this serum works…. We are going against fate by doing this’ Miguel said slowly. ‘We are, testing the very limits of what fate allows.’

‘You talk of fate as if it’s a real thing’ Mig replied. Miguel’s scowl deepened.

‘… What if it is?’

The two men glanced at each other in unison. The two were now barely a few inches apart, with the monitor light perfectly highlighting their differences. Mig’s soft, hopeful eyes against Miguel’s dark, narrowed hopelessness. Red like blood, and red like the sunset, fixed on each other in the silence.

‘There is no such thing as fate’ Mig said directly to Miguel’s face. ‘There is no fate. There is a universal series of likelihoods, that are numerically inescapable. They must exist, in a world with infinite possibilities. In every universe, for us to exist as we are, as hybrids, as monsters, there must be suffering. It’s not fate. It’s just the same, sad event, playing over and over again. But after that event… There are a million choices to make.’

Miguel narrowed his eyes further as Mig spoke. He clenched his fists and let the squeak of leather stretching fill the silence.

‘Then why does it still all go wrong?’ Miguel hissed.

‘Because bad things happen’ Mig replied matter-of-factly.

‘Bullshit. This is more than just- regular bad things. You can tell me what happened to us is just, regular bad!’

‘No. Some people, have it worse, I admit—’

‘Much, worse. Much worse!’

‘Okay. Much worse. Yes. I concede that.’

The two fell into a slightly awkward silence as Miguel tried to soothe his temper. It was his only coping mechanism

‘All I meant, is… Bad things will always happen. But the good still happened too. No matter what happens from here… I will be grateful for the time I had’ Mig said softly.

‘Do you really think, you could lose this, and still be happy?’ Miguel argued back, though his tone had also softened. ‘Really?’

That thought drew Mig to pause. He tapped his little fluffy paws on the floor of the office, as he tried to decide how to respond. In the end, he did what he always did: he spoke the painful truth.

‘No’ he whispered. ‘No. I could never be happy again if I lost them.’

Miguel didn’t reply with words. He just gave his own somber nod of agreement. Despite the nice platitudes, despite wanting to altruistically believe they could be calm and composed enough to accept their fates with grace, both of them knew what loss could do.

In the end, there was only one thing Miguel could think to offer.

‘Okay. Come on, I’ll handle the last of this. I can run the last few tests by myself with Lyla. The Halloween party should be starting in a few hours, just um- just, you go and help them out. They probably got themselves lost. Tonto.’

‘But, Miguel, I want to help—’

‘That’s an order’ Miguel said, sharply cutting off Mig’s retort.

The two stared at each other for a moment longer, almost as if they could speak without saying a word. Their eyes were locked.

Part of Mig wanted to say no. He didn’t want to leave his work, he didn’t want to wait. He also, deep, deep down, didn’t necessarily trust Miguel fully yet. What if it was a trick? What if Miguel used this as leverage to sabotage the test? After all, it’s what he’d have done in the past.

But the more he looked at Miguel, the more he doubted those fears. He looked so irritated, the stubborn fool, but he looked so open too. So genuine in his annoyance that he was allowing himself to do this kindness. There was no quiet pride, or any façade of politeness to hide his intentions. He really wanted to do something nice, and he hated himself for it.

Eventually, just as you’d done, Mig relented. He bowed his head and agreed to go, but not before giving Miguel an awkward clap on the shoulder.

‘Thank you, amigo.’

Miguel flinched at the new nickname. It caught him so off guard he nearly snorted out loud.

‘You, wh… Shut up! Jesus, you tried to fuck in my office behind my back, don’t start with that. Get out. Go on.’

To save face Miguel quickly snapped and pushed Mig’s hand aside, though there was no genuine fire in his words. Even Mig could pick that up. ‘Very well. I shall see you later, then. Take care’ Mig added, before turning and padding his way out of the office in hot pursuit of wherever you’d gotten off to.

Miguel was left alone, hands clasped to his desk, trying to hide the bemused and confused expression on his face. He hadn’t even noticed his claws had sunk into the desk.

Amigo…

‘Tonto’ he hissed beneath his breath, and with cheeks now burnt a soft shade of auburn red he returned to his work.

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[ladykailitha]

Stripper AU pls

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Other asks here.

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“Hey!” she protested. “There is no way that that literal goddess is ever going to date a peon like me.”

Steve lobbed a pillow straight at her head. “Only one of us gets to mope at a time, and it’s my turn. Plus you aren’t a pee-on or whatever it was you called yourself. I bet she thinks you’re hot.”

Robin came over with the two bowls of stew she had reheated and handed one to Steve, who promptly sat up straight so she had a place to sit.

“There is no fucking way,” she huffed around a bite of carrot. “Did you see the way she danced with the new Wrath? Micaela has all the right moves, who would want me when they could have that?”

[glassprism]

Where have you been? Hope you're okay. It just seemed unusual that you were away for 8 days but probably being away from tumblr is good for us all. Who is the alternate in Vienna btw?

Huh, I wasn't away at all, I've been on Tumblr everyday! I just haven't reblogged or answered anything because I didn't find anything I was really interested in reblogging or answering. Which is actually a great reminder that the activity you see of a person on a social media site is not indicative at all of whether they are on the site or not.

(Though on the other hand, if you're in any of the Discord servers I'm in, you'd probably know that I hadn't gone anywhere (except yesterday, where I was at a wedding for most the day), because I'm always talking on there.)

As for the Vienna revival, based off this cast posting, there is no alternate. Rather, Lisanne Clémence Veeneman is the principal and she has two understudies, Lillian Maandag (sister to another former Christine, Annemarijn Maandag!) and Leonie Kappmeyer.

This is a not too common, I suppose - I think we're all used to productions that have either a principal and alternate or shared casting - but it actually has happened multiple times before: in the Buenos Aires production, Claudia Cota was the principal and had two understudies, Magali Sanchez Alleno and Florencia Pena; in the Stockholm revival, Emmi Christensson was the principal and Micaela Sjöstedt and Hanna Ulvan were the understudies (incidentally, both of them ended up in non-replica productions of Phantom in Sweden); and I believe the Italian non-replica tour did this, with Amelia Milo as the principal and Margherita Toso and Martina Cenere as the understudies.

There are also even funnier cases, like the restaged US tour, where one of the Christines was basically an alternate, doing two performances a week. However, Equity rules state that alternates have to have set dates to perform, e.g. every Monday and Friday show, but in the restaged US tour the alternate would perform whatever two days the principal wanted to take off, and so she had no set performance dates even though she was still doing two a week. So under these rules, the restaged US tour had one principal Christine and two understudies. (Which is why I sometimes called them "unofficial alternates".)

EDIT: And one more case: Dale Kristien in the Los Angeles production started off having an alternate, Mary D'arcy, but after D'arcy left, Kristien did all the performances, with only two understudies (or a standby and an understudy), and even they were apparently a rarity to see performing. Kristien is an interesting case though in that she did all 8 performances herself for somewhere around 3 years, whereas in the cases above, the actors typically had fewer performances a week (e.g. 6-7) or they were performing for so short a run that having an alternate didn't really matter. But she's definitely worth mentioning!

[multipleentities]

THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS TO LOVE

I WOULD LIKE THEM ALL

On June 27th I saw a sunburnt baby. I know this because I was surprised enough to write it down in my notes app. I wrote, “that baby has a sunburn and so does my nose”. Weird to me that someone let their baby burn. I’m pretty sure sun protection is one of the top rules about babies. 

I have a collection of hair ties given to me by other people. You know, you ask for one, put your hair up, and then completely forget. Most are traditional black or brown, and there’s one in bright blue. I can’t remember who I got it from, but I know they were special.

I have a hair tie Becca lent me the week we met. Her hair is still knotted around the joint in the covering. Her head was red then, then she switched to blonde, now back red. We were in my car watching a movie, I think it was our second date. 

On Monday July 29th, I was in Brooklyn at a Sidney Gish show with my friend Micaela. We went drinking first and bonded with strangers over Casamigos. (Tony from LA turned out to be a dick— go figure.) Thoroughly drunk in the pit of the venue, we met Griffin, who was alone and excited. After I realized I couldn’t finish the drink I had bought, I gave it to them. The three of us locked arms and sang the words to “Sin Triangle”. I asked for a hair tie. Micaela’s hair is short. Griffin handed me one with a smile. It’s the only one I’ve used for over a week. 

I went outside at some point, just to breathe. I met a beautiful girl at a red metal table. She offered me an oracle card and a drag of her cigarette. I read her a poem. 

I’m having an identity crisis again. I’ve been calling myself ‘Josephine’ so much that, for a split-second, I’m shocked when I hear ‘Josie’. I like Josephine though. Josie is middle school sad in leggings. She’s high school dumping sawdust out of ugly boots. She’s dropping out of college and abusing edible marijuana. 

Josephine is now and painting in her room. She’s grown up and brighter. She’s listening closely to a thunderstorm. 

If you read this, please call me Josephine. 

[noheroe]

@empyreous   ;   aesma   :

she was a fighter , through and through. and every time she had proven such , keeping the demon on his toes. he oft recalls during these times how she had almost gotten him , and the ache it brought forth in his right eye. it only served to make him work harder and harder , and even in the moment she caught him off guard , he would turn to counter as quickly as possible. but , she had a limit. she always did. and he found himself worried. so , instead of letting this dance play on , he would find an opening to catch her wrist and spin her , merely to drop his features low and lay ashen twin flesh against her own. it was not a long one , nor one wrought with passion , but something to catch her off guard to stop their fight. ❛ before you pass out again. ❜ he mutters , leaning away but ever the slightest yet his grip remains ever so tight. ❛ i would hate to take you to my bed against your wishes again , little warrior. ❜

                    𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉.   𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆.   𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆   𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌,   𝒂   𝒄𝒖𝒕   𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔,   𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆.   𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉   𝒕𝒐   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.   𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.

                    each   time   with   breath   heavier   and   heavier,   oxygen   not   getting   through   &   lungs   aching.   little   warrior   attempts   once   more,   her   moves   visibly   slower   —   but   she   knows   she   simply   cannot   continue   and   soon   her   body   will   give   up,   and   either   she   finishes   it   right   here   right   now   or   she'll   have   to   flee.

                    and   heroes   don't   run   away.

                    her   hand   trembles,   grip   on   her   blade   slipping.   micaela   lets   herself   get   caught,   trapped   in   the   other's   grasp   like   a   fly   enwebbed,   stuck   to   the   deadly   gossamer.   she   expects   her   defeat   and   accepts   possible   death,   but   her   sworn   enemy   presses   his   lips   against   hers   and   she   opens   her   eyes   in   surprise   and   let's   a   small   gasp   and   completely   drops   her   weapon   and   freezes   in   place   and   and   and—

                    legs   shake,   almost   giving   out   if   not   for   the   firm   hold   of   aesma's.   too   shocked   to   act,   micaela   blinks,   skin   glossy   with   sweat   and   lips   parted.   all   mica   can   do   is   stare   blankly,   no   words   leaving   her   mouth,   sword   turning   into   pool   of   blood   beneath   their   feet.   the   amber   gaze   looks   foggy,   but   himura   is   not   passing   out.

                    she's   simply   starstruck,   just   as   aesma   is   simply   breathtaking.

                    micaela   never   had   the   chance   to   take   a   closer,   better   look   —   or   maybe   never   wanted   to.   now,   it's   somewhat   forced   ;   the   demon   is   so   painfully   beautiful   her   chests   aches,   yet   the   awareness   remains   :   it's   just   a   predator's   glamour   carefully   crafted   to   lure   it's   prey.   the   knowledge   doesn't   help,   and   no   weapon   is   conjured   ;   micaela   attempts   to   summon   something,   anything   from   her   bleeding   palm,   yet   her   hand   doesn't   close   on   a   blade's   hilt,   fingers   barely   twitching.

                    her   mouth   is   dry,   her   throat   is   on   fire,   and   she   cannot   do   anything   but   stare   silently   as   the   biggest   evil   residing   in   this   world   toys   with   her   like   she's   just   a   puppet,   not   a   powerful   warrior.

                    and   she   can't   do   anything   about   it.

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A woman resembling the Pokemon Kilowattrel. She has light skin, shoulder-length black hair, and mint green eyes. She is wearing a yellow and black shirt patterned similar to Kilowattrel's plumage, grey shorts, and red and white sneakers. She has one hand on her hip and is motioning to herself with the thumb of her other hand, a large smile on her face. Yellow text outlined in sky blue in the top right of the image reads as follows: "Faraday - Kilowattrel - Naive" End ID.]

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Next member of my Violet team is Faraday! Yes, I named my electric Pokemon after the thing that's supposed to stop electrical waves, or at least the guy that invented the faraday cage and either named it after himself or someone else named it after him. She likes to steal samples from the group's cooking, and she and my final team member have an ongoing jokey rivalry about this (because he's the best cook on the team and also he samples his own work too) X3

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[bloodwiine]

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Micaela Silvestre Nickname: Kai Age: thirty-one Gender: demi woman Pronouns: she & them Ethnicity: Spanish & N/A Nationality: Spanish Education: Private tutors, eventually being enrolled into a private boarding school as in the eyes of their father, they would never be able to become a pirate. In fact, he had other plans on how she would be of use to him and the crew. Occupation: Personal Trainer ( co owner of Skulls & Barbells ) Hometown: The Ocean Current location: Though she has a business at Justport, her home is technically still her cabin aboard the Estrella, she doesn't always sleep there. She has an additional little flat above the training center. Species: Hybrid ( human / siren ). Written Aesthetics: trinket collections, skinny dipping under a starry sky, daytime moons, muddy boots & braided hair

trigger warning: mentions of being restrained, misogyny, imprisonment tw

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Úrsula Corberó Height: 5'4" / 1.63 Hair Colour: dark brown Eye Colour: hazel Dominant Hand: ambidextrous Distinguishing Features: expressive eyes, playful smile, an elegant presence & scars on her wrist that have still not gone away entirely from being restrained, though they are quite faded

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: enhanced senses, siren voice (with limitations ) , healing touch & vocal mimicry weaknesses - enchantment susceptibility, loss of voice & magical boundaries + being half human Have you always been aware of your abilities?: No, as a child, my father tried to make sure I wasn't aware as he didn't want me being able to overpower him, though that turned out to be a very grave error for him. As I've gotten to learn and understand them, however, I have come to enjoy them more than I initially did. Favorite Magical Items: Oh, my enchanted conch shell, of course ! I was hesitant toward it upon first receiving it, but after getting to know and understand it, it's truly a comforting thing to have whenever I feel anxious or stressed. Listening to the voices of the sea has always calmed me. In addition, though I'm not sure it's truly a magical item, I uncovered a seashell amulet my dad had hidden that belonged to our mother that I never take off. What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: Hmm, admittedly humans are quite terrifying despite not being supernatural and when they band together and manipulate those with power, it becomes even more terrifying. I've also always been weary of vampires. Who or what would they die for? Their brother and their crew. Does your character fight or flee? Taunt and then fight.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: courageous, resourceful, resilient, loyal & observant

Negative Traits: glutinous, impulsive, calculating, possessive, pragmatic & vengeful

Neutral Traits: practical, ambitious, discerning, strategic, assertive & adaptive

Goals/desires: justice, protect her loved ones, help overthrow the current rule, embrace her true self & help in bettering the island

Fears: though they got rid of him temporarily she does fear her father returning with a vengeance, being tied down/commitment, losing her brother again, being powerless, of not being accepted / valued

Hobbies: painting, working out, swimming and exploring, treasure hunting, music & sparring

Habits: observing those around her, finding ways to disguise herself / blend in to learn more about others true intentions, self-care, journaling through her paintings, oversleeping, excessive self-criticism

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

your answers to these questions do not have to be in depth, though of course they can be! they’re just here to help you grasp your character a little more, as well as for me to get an understanding ! 

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles? 

No, though I've heard rumors that my mother was or at least, has ties to this island though I've yet to meet someone that claims to be her or knows anything about her. Not that I know much myself.

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island? 

Being close to my brother and crew, though I do miss the days when we were out on the sea, it has also been nice to keep them close while connecting with other merfolk and learning more about my roots.

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural? 

Yes, given the tales they've been told of how humans treat merfolk, it's impossible not to be, though there are laws against it at Veritas Isles, being raised by a pirate, she knows more than anyone that laws are made to be broken.

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character! 

In a world where gender dictated worth, Kai's very existence was deemed inferior by her own father. Her childhood aboard the ship offered fleeting respite, but her father, a twisted puppeteer, decided to banish her to a boarding school. There, she was to be molded into the meek, obedient wife he envisioned, destined to be a pawn in a marriage that would grant him immunity in his treacherous pirating escapades. The sinister truth pierced Kai's soul, but it was her twin brother who dared to rise against their malevolent patriarch. Through countless thwarted attempts, they meticulously plotted their rebellion, slowly gathering allies among the crew who had become disenchanted with their father's lies and manipulation. Finally, their moment arrived—a brutal upheaval that cast their tyrant father and his loyal followers adrift on a desolate island, abandoned to their own devices. And so, their fateful journey led them to the unforgiving shores of the Veritas Isles, where the shadow of their past loomed heavy, forever marking their tragic tale.

ADDITIONAL HEADCANON

Kai's time at the boarding school, initially seen as a prison for her spirited nature, transforms into a crucible of resilience and rebellion. Constrained by the suffocating expectations placed upon her as a woman, Kai defies societal norms at every turn. While the school tries to mold her into a demure and obedient wife-to-be, Kai embraces her true self in secret, honing her physical prowess and intellectual curiosity through clandestine martial arts training and voracious reading. She forms a secret alliance with like-minded individuals, a group of outcasts and rebels who refuse to conform to the school's oppressive ideals. Together, they navigate the hidden corridors and forgotten passages, unraveling the dark secrets that lie beneath the school's facade of conformity. As they challenge the status quo, Kai emerges as a charismatic leader, inspiring her fellow students to question their roles and seek liberation. Through acts of defiance and covert resistance, Kai becomes a symbol of empowerment and defiance, a beacon of hope for those trapped within the confines of the boarding school. Her legacy lives on, whispered among future generations of students who draw strength and inspiration from her indomitable spirit, forever challenging the limits imposed upon them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

twin brother

crew members

hook ups / flings

clients

etc

people that attended the boarding school with her ?

[dream-meister-translations]

100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

"WHAT WE CAN DO" SIDE CONVO

(feat. Micaela, Camilo, Adiel, Dulfer, Lecien)

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In the Country of Judgment - Arbitro. A few days had passed since the dream world began to shift, and so I was checking in on the situation for each country. Upon visiting Arbitro, Micaela and the others welcomed me with open arms and invited me to a concert. I was so happy to see them again… DULFER : ♪ ~ ~ ~ (Dulfer has such a beautiful singing voice…) Dulfer, who typically used his beautiful voice to raise the morale of his troops in battle, was now singing a melody to calm the hearts of the people. The world was in disarray, but amidst the chaos, his voice soothed everyone's souls. LECIEN : His voice is still as beautiful as ever.

Lecien, one of the princes seated beside me, muttered quietly to himself. CAMILO : It's so strange that such a violent guy can sing such calming tunes. ADIEL : Hahaha! Right~? Micaela shot a stern look in Adiel's direction as he laughed loudly. MICAELA : If you three don't quiet down, Dulfer will scold you all for being noisy. ADIEL : Sorry! Sorry! With that, Adiel slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. Lecien and Camilo quieting down to enjoy the performance. The two of them exchanging a small smile. (They are all as friendly as ever.) MICAELA : We were told that time had ceased movement in the dream world…It was difficult for the people to believe, and many were scared… That's why Dulfer organized this concert to help calm the people's hearts… There's something admirable about Dulfer and the way he took the initiative to think about the people and how to help them. (Camilo said that each prince is working hard to help maintain peace in the country. Thanks to them, there seems to have been no major panic or revolt.) DULFER : ♪ ~ ~ ~♪ ♪ ~ ~ That pure voice echoing throughout the crowd and emanating in our hearts, is a sign that the country of Arbitro is steadily returning to a state of normalcy after everything that happened…

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The concert ended without incident and we all rushed to join Dulfer after the performance. EMMA : That was such a wonderful performance, Dulfer! DULFER : Thank you, my dear Emma. Just to hear your praise makes me glad I decided to set up this concert. As for you three… He glanced toward Lecien, Adiel, and Camilo… DULFER : Can't you at least keep quiet during the performance? ADIEL : I was listening quiet all the way up until the middle of the song! It's Camilo's fault, he said something that made me laugh! CAMILO : I was merely responding to Lecien. LECIEN : Sorry, it's my fault. ADIEL : No, no! That's not true! It's not Lecien's fault! Micaela turned to Dulfer exchanging a sly smirk at the exchange between the three… MICAELA : I apologize for them, Dulfer. I believe they were so moved by your singing voice that they couldn't help but speak. EMMA : It's true! Your voice is so beautiful I almost praised it during the performance too! DULFER : Ah, you're still such a sweet girl, aren't you Emma? With that, all his anger subsided and he offered a gentle smile. Standing beside him, Lecien caught my eyes with his own… LECIEN : Emma, how are the other countries faring?

EMMA : They are faring well for the time being. I'm pleased to see Arbitro is doing alright, too. The country Arbitro plays an important role in the dream world. They are to judge the guilty and send them to their respective prisons. It's not hard to imagine that a major uprise in such a country would lead to global turmoil. ADIEL : No need to worry! The parliament is already back to work, and trials are back in session! CAMILO : We are all working together to keep the peace. I offered a a relieved smile in response to their reassuring words. MICAELA : However…. Micaela began to voice his concern, but stopped mid-thought. EMMA : What's wrong?

MICAELA : I was just thinking…If time were to cease movement in a happy moment… Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Maybe there would be no need for sin and no one would ever suffer again? (That's such a kind way of thinking about things…) DULFER : That's a nice way to think of things, but it would make life really boring. What's the point of living if you are forever trapped in a single moment and can never change your destiny? Sounds like torture to me. As Dulfer spoke, he twirled a lock of his own hair around his index finger. ADIEL : Hey! Don't be so quick to write off the idea. I get exactly how Micaela feels! Camilo placed a strong hand on Micaela's shoulder…

CAMILO : Dulfer is right. If the world was stuck in a state of peace and happiness then there would be no need for judgement or growth. With failure we can accept judgement, atone for our sins, and change who we are. Without that, life would lose meaning. Lecien offered a small nod of approval at Camilo's words. LECIEN : It's better this way. We can help fix the world. To take the easy way out is like giving up on humanity. Lecien's eyes softened as he looked to his twin brother. MICAELA : Yeah…You guys are right. I'm sorry I said anything. EMMA : You don't have to apologize, Micaela. You've judged so many people over the years, it wears on you. It's because you have such a kind heart. My words brought a smile to Micaela's face. MICAELA : Thank you, Emma. ADIEL : Well~!

Adiel moved toward the center of the group, clapping his hands, and wearing a huge grin. His upbeat personality was quick to change the heavy atmosphere. ADIEL : How long are you gonna stay in Arbitro with us, Emma? EMMA : Not too long. I've still got other countries I need to check on. ADIEL : Well, since you're here, why don't we give you a tour of the place? It's changed so much since you last came here. Arbitro is evolving every day! EMMA : Sure, I'm down. I didn't have a set schedule for today. ADIEL : Awesome! Then I wanna show you my favorite spot! LECIEN : Adiel, don't drag Emma around like that. DULFER : Emma, take my hand, I'll guide you. CAMILO : Adiel, you must guide Emma in an orderly manner. ADIEL : Yeah, I know what to do! With that, the princes happily lead me into the city of Arbitro. All excited to show me around to their favorite places. (I'm so glad I got to see everyone again…)

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

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#5

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜ (from Michonne to Rick)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. - @micaela-arg

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

Rick had just walked through the door when Michonne stepped into the room, looking as if she was about to give him news of their family dog dying. But they didn't have a dog. He instantly felt sick as he moved to her, his brow was furrowed with concern. "What happened?"

Michonne lifted her hands, putting them on his chest to keep the distance between them. "Promise me you're not going to over-react." She had to keep him calm first and foremost, but she wasn't sure if that was the best way to start this conversation.

His head tilted, frown deepening as he took her by the wrists and put a little more distance between them. Nothing good ever came from the start of a conversation like that. He swallowed thickly, pushing the lump that had risen in his throat back down into his stomach. "Damn it, Michonne. Just tell me what's wrong." He had stepped around her, looking for whatever could be the reason for all of this.

She reached out for his arm, grasping him just above the elbow so that he stopped and looked at her. "I was only out of the room for a minute. I have no idea how she got them..." It was then that Judith came into the room from the kitchen. Her brown curls were short on one side and almost to her scalp on the other.

His eyes widened as he looked from Judith to Michonne and then back again. He moved to her and picked her up and turned to his wife once again. "Where the hell did she get scissors?!" Then he remembered having them out the night before, but he didn't remember putting them back on top of the fridge where they kept them.

She moved to them both, fingering the shorter curls and almost had tears in her eyes. "I was only out of the room for a minute. I swear..." She had been horrified when she'd returned to the kitchen and found clumps of hair near the kitchen table then found Judith, scissors still in her hands, hiding under the table.

He rubbed a tired hand down his face and groaned. "It's my fault. I forgot to put them back up."

She smacked his arm, shoving him slightly as she felt relief wash over her. "Thank God! I thought she'd climbed on top of the counter and got them down herself." She felt her knees buckle slightly. She'd been imaging all the ways Judith could have impaled herself on them since discovering her butchered hair.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged them both. He kissed first Judith then Michonne's temple. He closed his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, Carl did this. Only he did climb our counters like a jungle gym, and Lori about stroked out." He chuckled softly.

She smacked him again as a smile returned to her face. She took Judith's face in her hands and rubbed noses with her. "Well, I guess the good news is that it will grow back."

12 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

“You know I’m gonna win, right?” (From Connie to Daryl)

drabble list - @micaela-arg

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”

Daryl didn't know how he'd been roped into playing cards with Connie, but here they were. They were about ten hands in, and he had lost his boots, his socks and his pants at this point. And she was still mostly dressed as she seemed to get one good hand after the other. 'This is bullshit,' he signed as a scowl crossed his face.

Connie couldn't stop the giggle and then the soft snort. She covered her mouth and nose with her hand as she knew that the snort was different and was thrilled to be able to let loose and just have fun for a change. It had been a long time since she'd been afforded that luxury. She laid down her hand, winning once again. 'Vest.'

He rolled his eyes once again as he slipped out of the vest, knowing that he wasn't ready to remove his shirt. He would have to play the hardest he's ever played as he took all the cards and started to shuffle them so he could deal them each another hand. "Can't believe you talked me into playin' strip poker," he complained, but he wasn't really upset. Just annoyed with himself at not being able to get a good hand.

'You know I'm gonna win, right?' She did a little happy dance from her seat on the floor as she started to pick up the cards as he dealt them to her.

"Yeah? Then why don't we just go ahead and quit. Ain't no need in playin' if you already know who wins." He looked at his cards then, knowing he was fucked for sure. He dropped three cards to the table and took three.

She shook her head, waggling her eyebrows before asking for only one card. She placed her cards facedown so that she could sign. 'Where's the fun in that?' she teased.

12 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#3

“MY MERCY PREVAILS OVER MY WRATH.” - RICK GRIMES

                  Independent and Selective Multi-Muse                                                       for AMC’s The Walking Dead

Multiship. Multiverse. Non-exclusive. Highly selective.

Canon Muses: Beth Greene, Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, & Sophia Peletier

Original Character Muse(s): Charles/Charlotte Eaton aka Charley Eaton

RULES || VERSES || NAVIGATION || DISCLAIMER || OPEN MEMES

15 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#2

anyone have questions for me or the muses?

Or really just anything you want to say to me. I’m really wanting some ask box interaction for me and the muses tonight. So any takers? 

16 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

But You Can’t Do Both || Shane & Alice || @we-will-begin-again​

Shane had chosen to stay at the prison for the same reason that he always stayed at the quarry when people went out. It was their choice to go off on a run, and if they didn't make it back that was their own trouble. His job was to protect the ones that had stayed behind. Mainly Carl and Judith. He owed it to Lori to make sure those two survived no matter what happened to himself or to Rick. And Rick just had to go off and play hero. Things didn't change in some respects.

He hadn't expected them back for a few days because you never knew what to expect out there anymore, but he was getting word of the group that had ventured had returned with Glenn and Maggie in tow. He had to see with his own eyes that they were all okay and unharmed. He placed Judith in Beth's arms, kissing the baby on the head before he headed outside.

He blinked at the brightness outside, taking a minute to adjust. His hand went up to his forehead, blocking the sun so he could make out the figures that were climbing out of the cars and a few that were still back at the gate. Carol and Carl had been at the tower when they'd returned. He counted heads, realizing that with Michonne and then Maggie and Glenn that the number was off but there were several familiar faces missing and one he didn't know in place of them.

He adjusted the glock on his hip as he headed toward the car and the new woman that had been brought into their walls. "We takin' in strays now, Glenn?" He was glad to see the man, even if he was beat to hell. He was alive and that's all the could hope for the ones that were missing. "Where's Daryl? Oscar?" His eyes didn't stray from the stranger as she stood there waiting to be told where to go.  

18 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

A random fact.

Ollie: Renato's the one who came up with her name. Both of her sisters were named after flowers (Lily and Violet), but she couldn't think of any that fit her. She wasn't a Rose or Lavender, definitely not a Petunia, not even an Ivy. Then Renato suggested Oleander. A beautiful and toxic plant that can thrive in harsh conditions. It was perfect. Too bad he and she didn't fit each other half as well.

Micaela: It's silly, but...her one regret about becoming a bloodborn is not getting to experience all the abundance and variety of modern food. Sushi, gelato, hamburgers, fancy coffees. She doubts it would feel the same as blood, and yet all the flavors and textures might make up for it. But alas, she'll never really know.

Elfy: One of her bucket list goals is finding a gateway into Faerie.

Ben: He didn't learn to swim until pretty recently. Just never got around to it. Good thing he did though because if merpeople are real, well then...*rubs hands together excitedly*

Tilda: She always wanted to try one of those tabletop fantasy games. Now that she has friends, maybe she'll get up the nerve to see if they'd play with her.

Yi: She's afraid of bugs. Not, like, normal bugs--moths and grasshoppers and ants or whatever. The real twitchy or hairy ones. Centipedes. Black widows. Those weird, shiny silver things with all the legs that eat paper. Ugh. Makes her skin creep just thinking about them.

Mergus: He was created by the last nightborn to live on Earth, and feels rather special because of it, no matter what he says.

[alexesguerra]

The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith Cards – September 5, 2017 by Gabrielle Bernstein (Author), Micaela Ezra (Illustrator) --Brand New- 52 inspiring messages to help you open up to the power of the Universe. This inspiring 52-card deck offers spiritual guidance to help you find strength when you are down, synchronicity and support when you are lost, safety in the face of uncertainty, and joy in all circumstances. Now it is in your hands. Surrender to the guidance that the cards provide, practice patience and peace, and trust that the Universe has your back. Biographical Note: Gabrielle Bernstein is a modern-day spiritual leader, life coach, and the New York Times best-selling author of May Cause Miracles, Miracles Now and The Universe Has Your Back. Her other books include Add More ing to Your Life and Spirit Junkie. Gabrielle has been featured as a next-generation thought leader on Oprah's Super Soul Sunday and was named "a new role model" by The New York Times. www.gabbybernstein.comMicaela Ezra is an illustrator and fashion and textile designer. She is the founder of AHYIN - a boutique collection of contemporary Judaica objects, designed and created with holistic, spiritual intentions. Her clothes labels are stocked at Bloomingdales, Anthropologie, and other cult boutiques around the world. www.micaelaezra.com/home Review Quotes: "I love Gabby and her work. She just has a special way of reaching people, and I know this book will change the shape of many hearts." -- India.Arie, singer, songwriter, and teacher "A new role model." -- The New York Times "I came to one of Bernstein's monthly lectures and got my rst look at the woman I'd one day unabashedly refer to as 'my guru.'" -- ELLE magazine These cards and their deep sentiments are intended to accompany and lift you as you travel inward. Choose one whenever you seek clarity of heart, loving direction, or a return to your own intuition. Each card carries a potent gift which can awaken a presence of joy within, help you transform your fear into faith, and remind you that the Universe has your back! Product details Cards Publisher: Hay House UK; Box Tcr Cr edition (September 5, 2017) Language: English ISBN-10: 178180933X ISBN-13: 9781781809334 Product Dimensions: 3.9 x 1.3 x 5.4 inches Shipping Weight: 9.1 ounces

[sunsunsunandsun]

I should be working on my summer final assignments

I'm really writing this because I can't answer Xiomara or myself when we ask why I like Eric, and I can spend hours thinking about him but there's something missing somewhere. This post is an attempt to clear some of that up. It's one am right now. I have an 8:15 Yoga Joint class with Xiomara and Micaela tomorrow morning. When I stop and think about it, or sometimes it's like I'm rushing through the motions and I get the distinct feeling that I am adding to my life. When I think about Eric, I think about how much we could get out of life. It's palpable. It presses somewhere in the throes of my bodily makeup, lost to the noise of an unmoving reality. When I think about Eric it's like everything just spins out forever and the storyline goes on forever out somewhere. I really struggle to explain anything Eric related (take a shot for every time I write his name?) because it's like there's no beginning or end. Maybe if I push my head through the opening of this Great Peach, I'll get to see into the luscious landscape where he actually deals with the perceptions and thoughts of me a million miles away from my own, and other people also see I am crazy. There's a knocking that comes inches between the peach and my face, hidden under the opening, and when I push the lid I see my own face and remember we've been here before, and then July fourth happened.

So I retreat and retrace the steps back down into the peach, because maybe we'll have better luck at painting a picture if we're closer to the source. I should reread James and the Great Peach or whatever it's called. It's 1:51 I've gone way off track because I've been texting Xiomara.

What do I want to talk about now? If I was in the Peach, I'd be in some warm lighting and on a worn brown couch, with my back supported and my legs moving through the air. There'd be creatures, I'm assuming, somewhere in the background. Turn over onto my front. Sometimes the fun thing about thinking is that there are so many ways to go. Try to stick a landing anywhere on the full field.

Maybe I should interview myself. This is a growing thought, but my writing always seems to drink some sort of dry humor and entertains rhetoric.

"How was the night of Kevin's birthday for you [in the context of Eric]?"

I remember that weekend, the night home, Friday night, Saturday night, I pressed into my pillow in disbelief and so many emotions that are lost to me now. I was really high that weekend too. It was a great weekend, but then Sunday evening he ended any chance of anything happening. That's the best way to put it. Even now, cutting through the weeks the image of the space between us where he looks at me with no break as my eyes move up and down, my fingers entertaining the end of my right braid tail. I think about how in what I'd taken that night and the movement of the night, my body recognized that this was a moment to kiss. I know this, because it was like my body was stopping me and I paid attention and what I could think about was that this didn't seem like the best time. To kiss. To break that gap on the sand. I don't remember why but we parted from each other and he held onto me throughout the night, but that brief instance rings behind my eyes. It was so physical. It shocked me to see he was more than what I could see. On a drive sometime this week, I thought about how he might be a vision of what I am, silent and ungiving.

Breaking the interview flow, I don't really like how this is going.

Maybe none of this was ever a big deal at all. Maybe it's all just this thing that happened that happens sometimes because things happen and I should accept it in my book of Boy Tales. Maybe I'm just the great writer, threader of empty truths and split ends. I'm not trying to be pessimistic, I just don't know what to think at all. I'll hand you the picture now, where I live in knowing and I am the only girl he can think of, the only girl he could dream of and he throws himself together. This is a good picture, I'll hand you another. We see that we move on for the rest of our lives, everyone. There's something that tugs at me that this isn't done and there's so much down one path.

Soon after that night, I remember thinking about the things going on in my life and how unreal it felt, and how this was actually real, and these things were happening to me. On my drive in the late noon, (this has just inspired me to go watch Patrick Melrose, with yoga on the morning rise) I thought of how lovely I am and how absolutely floored Eric is by my existence and my possibility and how I dance the line of grace. I've had a lot of breakthroughs in my self-recognition and self-relationship (I haven't really gone into that either) a lot of it has happened this summer and I'm not sure when it all came together. Somewhere I became a confident self-content growing woman who is exploring personal relationships as I come into contact with more everything. Mostly I calmed down. I am enamored with my life and how I get to live. I am a lucky lucky girl. I'm one of the luckiest girls of all time. My luck falls and falls down, like glitter, or crushed rocks. I am cased in a gold, yellow glow as long as I live. I'm very grateful. I used to be really spiritual, but I don't employ a lot of the practices I used to swear by. I should. But I think I've learned some new ones. Isn't that what summer's about?

What does summer mean to you? It's July twenty first and it's almost over, in about a week we'll step foot into August, where two weeks will pass us to the third week, the first week of school. Welcome to fall semester is biting at our feet. I feel like I wasted my summer honestly, but I also feel like a lot of things happened and I had a lot of fun and melancholy and fall semester will rock so it works out. I feel like I won't really have any money left over after my internship, but I should go look for new income soon...

I forget to look at the big picture of my life a lot. I'm on the second year of my twenties, and I have the rest of it to go, then another ten, another ten, and the tens keep coming hopefully. No, they will. Is destiny really real? Are things destined to happen at a certain time, no matter what. Isn't that answered or rejected by determinism... Maybe I'll have some fond memory of these years. I wonder if I'll ever be kind enough to love the old versions of myself I have only grown to tolerate. My nails are off by the way. I'm free all over again. If you think about it, I'm so free in life. I could do anything. I should do more. I have no idea who I'll be and it'll kill me in absolute excitement and anticipation but I just imagine this great thing.

It's 2:25 and I'll probably just post this dreadful work to put something out there. I didn't answer anything and worst of all I didn't touch on anything. I feel like I posed a question and then I polished it for you and myself all over again in a minimum of words, and then I blatantly gave up. I should write more. My works are embarrassment, and yes it tugs at me still that one day they might be great, in some other light. Like how the analysts at TD tell us that this is the most fun part, Greg told us this in the late afternoon... enjoy this part. Everyone spends their time scrambling to the top, pushing over each other and ruining shoes and messing up all our hair and our breaths dragging below us, while we all stretch towards the ticket, an entry to find footing to get pushed into the greater competitions of our time. I just put on my first ever Rihanna album to listen to. Oh yeah, my music's growing too. Anyways I guess I'll go. Talk soon? I need to go play volleyball too.

[dreadfulsanity]

Valerie strode through the entry of what once was suppose to become the Great Imperial Mall in Pacifica. Her heels clacked on the marble floor. River followed right behind her, though where she strode with confidence, he did not. Trying to lose the "cop walk" how she called it. He took a deep breath.

'Everything will be fine.'

"Hail César. Shouldn't you be puttin' up a cradle or something?" Val walked up to a young man, Tino, judging by the chrome and tats. "Due date is tomorrow. I've got time." "If you tell me that Micaela is at the hospital ALONE right now, I'm going to beat your ass out of here." "Nah, she's at home. She's fine. Should that change, I'm outta here." V raised an eyebrow. "Promise!" She punched his upper arm. "You better."

The next one she greeted was a beast of a woman. Animal from the looks of it. As large as River. "Hey Rhino. Good to see you're still trying to keep up." "Hah. Next time I'm gonna beat you. You'll see." "Looking forward to it."

She gave a high-five to a guy she called Fred and walked right past Razor Hugh, who shouted something in their direction, but River couldn't make out what it was over the loud music.

"Vik! Old ripper. Good to see ya. What are you doing here." V gave Vik a hug. "Whaddaya mean? I came to see the fight of the year. Everybody on the street's buzzing about it. Don't let me down now, you hear." "Will try my best, Vik." "Well, at least he can patch you right up after the fight." River added, before shaking Vik's hand. "Good to see you." "You too, Ward." Vik turned his head to V. "He has seen you in action, hasn't he?" She bit her lower lip and concentrated for a second. "Now that you mention it, no. Not that action. Come to think of it," she cocked her head to the side and looked at River. "Did you think the Animals guarding the warehouse the Red Queen's Race was hidden under put themselves to sleep, because I asked them kindly?" She giggled. "For the 1000th time. I'll be fine. Stop worrying." She gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Need to change." Vik pointed behind him to some empty rooms. "Back in a bit."

River noticed Vik staring at him. "What?" "In all seriousness, River. This fight will be a tough son of a bitch. But she will be..." "Fine, I know. Apparently everyone thinks that. But..." "You can't help but worry. I get that. She is not invincible. And it shows you care. But try to relax a bit. For her sake." He padded his arm when V came back, her girly night-out garb switched for a short cropped top that was knotted in the front, black sweatpants with the logo of Samurai on her ass, and sneakers. Now everyone could see that sculpted body that drove him insane. Her biceps, the abs on that sweet belly. But they didn't know that two hands down on the right side was a spot where she was extremely ticklish.

"Let's do this." She smashed her right fist into the palm of her left hand. "Wait a sec, V. Just let me get a last reading from your biomod. Just to make sure." V sighed loudly. "If you insist..."

"ONE ROUND!" Razor Hugh was shouting from his VIP booth. Bodyguards flanking him. What a joke. "WHAT WAS THAT?" "ONE ROUND IS ALL I NEED TO PUT YOU TO SLEEP." "KEEP DREAMING, BIG GUY!"

They traded a couple more insults. River knew that this was normal before boxing matches. Trying to get into each other's heads. But listening to this piece of crap talking shit about his girl still made him clench his fists. "Alright. Readings are normal. Well... as normal as expected." "What does that mean," River asked. Vik looked to V. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." "It's fine, Vik." She turned to River and mouthed 'Biochip' in his direction. He nodded. It did not make him feel better. "You ready," Fred asked? "I was born ready. Let's roll..."

While Fred gave his ready to rumble speech, V grabbed River at the fur collar of his coat. "How about a kiss for good luck?" He happily obliged, pulling her close to his body, pressing his lips onto her, one hand on her back, the other on her ass. "I believe she said 'kiss', not 'make out'," Vik chuckled. "Get your ass in the ring, V." "I've got this, babe. Love you." She winked and turned around.

Fuck. She was really doing this. He watched Vik giving her some last advice. Then a smirk and a wink.

Razor opened with a barrage of hits against V, trying to make this quick. But what she maybe lacked in strength, she made up for in dexterity. Blocking and dodging his attacks, waiting for an opening. It didn't took long for Razor to become cocky, and the moment she saw the opportunity to land some hits on his belly, she took it. And boy, it looked like it hurt like a motherfucker. Razor was cringing, holding his stomach, leaving his head completely open. Four punches on the head. His hands came up. Couple more on the belly. That was it. The big guy went down like a sack of meat.

"AND THE WINNER IS VVVVVVV!" Fred bellowed through the hall.

River blinked in disbelief. Vik grinned from ear to ear. "Told ya she'd be fine."

"Vik? What just happened?" Vik laughed. "V happened. Welcome to the family, kid." He padded River's arm before getting up in the ring to check on V. It hadn't looked like she took any serious hits, but better safe than sorry. River just stared at his girlfriend. Her flushed cheeks, the sweat glistening on her skin. He could already feel his pants getting too tight. Watching his girl turning a guy three times her size into a pulp made him even hornier for her than usual.

She shooed Vik away, turned to River with a big smile on her face, then two large steps, a jump and she was in his arms.

"Told you." She gave him a hot kiss. "Fuck, babe. I need time to process that. But right now, I'm very distracted." V raised an eyebrow as he grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer. She smirked. "Your place or mine?" "Yours. Like yesterday." She grabbed his hand and took off. "See ya, Vik. Tell Misty I said hi!" "Will do. You crazy kids have fun."

People were still trying to congratulate her, but she was on another mission now. Getting a dose of River.

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               this   was   hopeless.   she   wasn’t   going   to   get   anything   useful   out   of   this   girl.   she   could   already   feel   the   conversation   slipping   away,   her   last   hope   for   answers   draining   like   the   lukewarm   coffee   in   her   hand.   she   was   ready   to   walk   out,   to   abandon   her   search   for   meaning   in   this   strange   little   bakery.   the   girl   behind   the   counter,   her   eyes   tired,   was   probably   wishing   micaela   would   take   the   hint   and   leave.   there   were   other   patrons   waiting   for   attention,   and   she   didn’t   want   to   be   a   burden.   still,   micaela   hesitated,   something   in   her   unwilling   to   walk   away   just   yet.                micaela   almost   turned   to   leave,   but   then   the   words   tumbled   out   before   she   could   stop   them.   “   things   stranger   than   a   murder   ?   ”   she   asked,   her   voice   sharper   now,   fueled   by   a   flicker   of   something   ┈   anger,   maybe,   or   desperation.   her   eyes   locked   on   the   girl’s,   imploring.   “   i   heard   about   some   kids   fighting,   but   that’s   hardly   newsworthy.   ”   she   paused,   swallowing   her   pride.   “   look,   i   wasn’t   going   to   say   anything   …   i   didn’t   want   to   drag   you   into   this.   but   heather   ┈   she   was   my   cousin.   ”   her   breath   caught,   and   for   the   first   time,   she   softened   her   tone,   feeling   a   pang   of   vulnerability.   “   i   need   answers.   if   you   know   anything,   please   …   i’m   desperate.   ”   she   knew   she   was   grasping,   pleading   to   an   unsuspecting   bakery   worker,   but   it   didn’t   matter.   she   couldn’t   leave   here   without   knowing   she’d   tried   everything,   asked   every   possible   question.

What was this woman's deal with asking so many questions? Was she a detective, a new person on the squad, or some nosey reporter trying to write a piece on the tragedy of this town? The possibilities seemed quite endless but still, Savannah was still trying to appear kind in front of the other. Frown not escaping from her features, she shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly? No? Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary as far as I know," she speaks. "I'm pretty sure more stranger things happened on Halloween night though. Heard about any of it?" the barista questioned.