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[theweirdoinurhouse]

A lousy break in

The Spot x Reader

(There seriously needs to be more Spot in the world. I keep seeing Miguel stuff. I don't want Miguel, I want Spot. So, I'm here to write about him. Because I love him)

In was the dead center of night. Lights were out in every apartment, the rats of New York city scurrying to get left over food, the sky dark with no stars. At this time, the world would be silent. Besides the heaters kicking in every hour.

So why is there noises coming from your living room?

You locked all the windows and the door, there's no way someone could've gotten in. 'Maybe they broke the window?' You would have heard it though. And the glass is pretty solid on those windows. Some short of bullet proof glass. You're glad your landlord actually cares about the people living in her apartment complex.

Before you could really think, you were slowly walking towards the door of your bedroom. You grabbed a bat on the way to the door, a gift from a friend awhile back. They said it could come in handy. Maybe now is that time.

You reached out towards the handle, and gripped it. 'Are you really going to do this? What if someone is ACTUALLY out there? ' Before you let your thoughts go any further, you turn the handle, and slowly open the door, as to not creak. You step into the hallway, facing the living room. You get your bat up, ready to hit someone in the head if you have to.

As you get closer and closer to your living room, the sounds of objects bumping into eachother and someone struggling became louder. You turned the corner, peering into the room. There's a tall man hunched down, taking things off your book shelf and shoving it into the pockets of his jacket.

Atleast, you think it's a man. His skin is white. Like, paper white. He wasn't wearing any pants so you could see his legs. There were black dots littered across his body, seeming to be moving ever so slightly. His upper body was decently big. You could tell he was a little chubby, even through his jacket. His legs were way too thin to support his upper body though.

'Stop worrying about this guy's appearance! He's stealing from you!'

"Hey!" You yell, your voice somewhat quiet as to not wake up any neighbors. The man yelped, jumping in surprise like a cartoon. He dropped the objects that were in hands, clattering onto the floor. He turned around, his hands up in surrender. You looked up to look at his face.

But all you saw was a giant black spot where his face should be. He was standing stiffly, hoping you would forget he's here. You didn't forget though. If anything, you're more intrigued than scared. You slowly let the bat down to your side. He didn't seem like a threat.

"Were you trying to rob me?" You ask, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He seemed surprised that you weren't yelling at him. He started speaking, fumbling with his words.

"Well, uh, yes. I have a perfectly logical reason though! As you can see, I'm not the most...normal, looking. I don't have a job, or a home. So, I have to steal. That's why I'm here! Lovely place you have, by the way. Very nice." He says, looking around your living room near the end of his ramble.

His voice was oddly soothing. Very expressive, but also calming. A voice you could listen to as you fall asleep. You honestly felt bad for the guy. You can imagine it might not be easy to live looking like...that.

You let out a sigh, disappointed with yourself for what you're about to do. You drop the bat, startling the man with the sound. You walk over to your kitchen, the guy's head watching your movements. You opened a drawer, and started digging through it. As you were digging, you could feel the intruder's gaze on you. Even though he didn't have eyes.

You pulled out a plastic bag containing tips you have gotten from your job. You walk over to the man, who was still standing in your living room, still as a rock. You pulled out 100$, putting your hand out to offer it to him. He took the money in your hand, counting it. His body perked up in shock.

"I-i can't take this!" He said rapidly, holding his hands out to give you back the money. You push his hands back. "Keep it. I can always make more tips. And you seem to be terrible at this robbing thing."

After a few seconds, he put the money into his pocket. He stared at you. Or, his black dot was facing down at you. He was surprisingly tall, even taller up close.

"Spot." He said, inturrupting your thoughts.

"What?"

"That's my name. Spot"

'That's a weird name.' You decide not to say that. Instead, you tell him your name in return. His body seems to relax as you give him your name. He repeats it, saying it quietly. Like a sigh.

"Thank you, so much. I'll make it up to you, I promise!" He says, backing up away from you. You reply with a "Mhm", lazily nodding your head. He stops backing up, and all of a sudden, a giant black dot appears underneath him. He falls through it, and it disappears.

He's gone. Just disappeared. You were so busy with thinking about how that was even possible, you forgot one little detail.

He forgot to return your trinkets back onto your shelf.

(Edit: I wrote a part two to this! If you liked this part, you can find the second part in my blog. Thank you to all the people who are liking and rebloging my writing! I really appreciate it<33)

[amemoryofwot]

Who will win: my undiagnosed ADHD wife or the ADHD questionnaire from her doctor that she hasn’t filled out in a month

[jiraimaxxing]

I wanna stop feeling sad

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[oatmealspet]

Over 800 TAG members marched on Netflix & delivered a petition demanding the AMPTP keep #animation jobs #union, agree to AI protections & more. Show the AMPTP that you #standwithanimation. Sign your name next to the people that make the shows you love.

[ikuzeminna]

I need your help with a hypothesis!

For context: My linguistics professor and I got into a discussion after a test she did with us, and I was of the opinion that the reason for the results was different from the one she offered, so she encouraged me to test my theory.

What I need

All you need to do is draw a coffee cup (with a handle, not the disposable stuff) and then answer three questions.

I don't need to see the coffee cup. You can draw it wherever you like; on a piece of paper, digitally, in the sand, on a foggy window. Anything works. It does not have to be good. A doodle is fine.

You have to draw the coffee cup before you see the questions. This is very important. If you decide to help me with this, please doodle the coffee cup before you keep reading.

Assuming you have drawn the coffee cup, I now need you to answer these three questions:

On which side did you draw the handle?

Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Do you primarily write using the Latin alphabet or a different one? (please specify which)

More context

Most people will draw the handle on the right side. My professor says it's because most people are right-handed, so they draw the handle in the direction that would be comfortable for them to pick up.

I said drawing it on the right side just felt more comfortable to my hand and argued it's probably because we write a bunch of letters like that. B, b, D, P, p, R all look like a tiny "handle on the right side" and are all a straight line followed by a round one (so "cup first, handle second," like most people draw cups). The Latin alphabet doesn't have letters like that that face the other way, except maybe d, depending on how you write it, so it makes sense to me that people writing mostly Latin letters would go with the handle on the right side.

Which means that I need to know what Asians, Arabs and Greeks do and if the distribution of left and right sides of handles differs from the Latin alphabet group. Cyrillic seems to favor right, too, though it'd be interesting to see if there are differences.

If there are, my theory is right. Doubly so if there is a sizeable increase in a group whose alphabet has letters that benefit the left side choice.

So feel free to spread this to as many people as you like and put the answers in the comments or the tags of a reblog. The more answers I get, the better I can assess whose theory is better.

Thank you for your help!

[thundersbugs]

rich boy get your ass up and FIGHT!!!

[1st year au]

[hinamie]

mentor

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[maxdurden]

me: coming home from work and collapsing in bed for a good cry bc it just be like that sometimes

spotify:

[rosenkranz-does-things]

got an ask recently about the way my digital art looks like traditional, so I tried to explain the steps on my self portrait, feat. some of my favorite artists and favorite brushes. sorry if it's incoherent, I'm not used to explaining my process besides "I've been professionally studying traditional art for half my life and I'm really bad at technology so I just paint digitally the way I do on paper"

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Honestly the cliche advice is true. If you fill your life w things you’re passionate about, if you challenge yourself every day, if you give your own opinion of yourself more weight than you do other people’s opinions of you, you will actually thrive. Like no one can tell u anything

[kirby-the-gorb]

[lucdoodle]

trying to get better with colors!

another fanart of @forgettable-au !