#purple spider l

[stellawolfearts]

" what if i didnt run"

"what if im not a coward"

"what if i want them to kill me"

"what if i want them to T R Y"

[reticent-writer]

Hellooo may I ask a headcanon of Muzan with a child reader, the reader has flower powers(meaning the reader can grow blue spider lilies) and when the hashiras knew about it, they decided to kidnap them? I wanna see what Muzan and the upper moons reaction would beeeee

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P1(current), P2, P3, P4, P5, P6

Blood demon art.

Muzan had assumed you didn't have one until one day you ran up to him with a blue spider lily.

"Papa. Papa! I made a flower. The flower you always talk about. I thought real hard and it popped out of the ground." You practically screamed at him jumping up and down. l He wouldn't be able to keep up with you if it wasn't for the flower in your hands.

He picked you up and examined the flower in your hands. He smiled, a smile that make you feel proud. There are very few times Muzan gives affection and right now is one of them.

You cherish this memory.

It's been a year since then and you've been helping your father making demons stronger.

Muzan had made a special room for you that looks like a flower field. Here you practiced your art or just hung out because it was peaceful. sometimes you wished to see an actual flower field but your father didn't want to risk it.

The demon slayers knew he had a child. Every attempt at taking you ending in failure.

"hey y/n I think you've made enough for today. You don't want to overexert yourself." Akaza came into your room, wary not to step on any flowers you made.

You turned to face him with a bouquet of blue spider lilies in your hand. "Okay I was just about to finish anyway. I wanna give these to father." You walked past him barely being able to hold up the flowers.

Akaza chuckled and took the flowers out of your hand. He took one out of the bundle and gave it to you for your 'hard work' as he said.

making it to your father (I'll leave it up to you where he is) Akaza kneeled and presented the flowers to your father.

"My dear y/n, you've done well." He patted you head. "Tomorrow is yours, do with it what you want." He dismissed you and Akaza.

"Akaza, Do you think that I can go outside tomorrow? Father said that the day was mine." You asked excitedly as you bounced around the demon.

"I don't think he will like that. No"

you already had your mind set though.

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sneaking out of the infinity castle was easy seeing as no one expected you to leave.

'Good, it's night time.'

Walking out of the abandoned village you wondered off into the forest not caring about the turns you took.

Walking for what felt like hours you catch a glimpse of purple flowers hanging on what seemed like a hotel. (Where tanjiro went with inosuke and zenitsu to heal)

Getting closer to the flowers you feel your lungs start to hurt. It developed into your vision getting blurry.

You tried to turn away but by then you body had enough. You passed out.

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'Soft' was the first thing you thought when you gain consciousness.

You vision was now coming back into focus, looking around you saw that you were in a room with a small window at the top.

The sun was coming up.

Trying to scoot away from the deadly rays you notice the you are bound to the blanket wrapped around you.

You hands cuffed in front of you with chains tight around the blanket you were in. Like a straight jacket you couldn't move freely.

"What are we going to do with it?"

"Turn it in obviously we can't have muzan's child walking freely."

You heard voices that got louder as they approached you.

"Papa help please." You wimpered. You had no idea what could have happened to you.

*with Muzan*

Hearing your cry from deep in his mind he was enraged.

He assembled the upper moons.

"How on earth does my child get taken. Did any of you know where they were going or how they even get out?" He already knew the answer but he want them to say it.

"My apologies master. They asked to go outside but I never thought they would actually go." Akaza was sweating bullets just breathing in front of him right now. "I do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

"Then you, Akaza, will go get them. If even a hair on their head is out of place your punishment will be severe."

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Requests are now open. I feel a lot better now　

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[duplicitousfate]

Soooo you got it right, congrats

what does this mean for the au?

We're using the name Billie for the goat :D

(Text ID: Two screenshots of a conversation on discord between Toast (GATOMA) and Glow (TheGlowBun). Transcript is under the read more

GATOMA: Ok but also: imagine if this is a parale universe kinda thing. The goat having a purple crown that has the shape of the red crown makes it seem like it was still narinders, just that his color was purple. Now, think about what else could be slightly different in the other universe. Maybe Narinder is a fluffy, white, she cat. Shamura could be a Daddy long legs instead of a spider. Heket could be a multi colored, toxic Toad. Kallamar could be a yellyfish instead of a squid. Leshy could have the colors of fall all over his body. The possibilities are endless TheGlowBun: YEAH (intense thinking emoji) what if that's the lamb's dad in the parallel universe. The universe where the twins were killed while he was gone getting supplies/food To twist some angst in there "The old bishops took my wife and kids, gonna take their lives" To sprinkle in that angst GATOMA: OH HELL TO THE YEAH Imagine that his coat was pristine white before his campaign against the bishops, but he dyes it with coal in mourning for his family TheGlowBun: P L S it works out perfectly, Bari's resting bitch face but Bert's fighting style of (gun emote) GATOMA: Hey, Massive Monster? We gendered your goat. Yeah, they're a he now and he's got dead kids and trauma. Sorry not sorry

The following image transcript is as follows:

GATOMA I do like the Angst of a young broken man who lost his entire family, his wife and his two small little children. A broken man who needs to be convinced by AU Narinder (who in my head is still a fluffy white she cat) that he shall not let his family die in vain. That he can not yet join them beyond the vail, for he is still needed. TheGlowBun perfect (clap emote) pls, he's the kind that does funerals instead of ressurections let them rest GATOMA He is the one that made black the color of mourning A goat, eternally blackened by the coals that were left from the blaze of his past. The ambers that swallowed his family's bodys under the old faiths command. TheGlowBun (sobbing emote) the mutual shock and tears when fate lets them meet again GATOMA What if she/Narinder and the goat will also get together. Bert inherited their fathers taste in mainacs. TheGlowBun YES only their relationship is closer to bari and shamura's it's soft, and it's sherinder helping him move on Marinder? Mari? Sheri also sounds nice

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Five

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Five: Bonding through Battle

Summary: Charlie and Vaggie try to get the Hotel to bond, and (Y/N) trains with Alastor.

            “That looks perfect!” said Charlie after Razzle and Dazzle helped her hang a “Happy First Week, Sir Pentious!” sign above the door. “Ah, I’m so excited that Sir Pentious is staying at the hotel.”

            “Uh, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago,” said Vaggie, crossing her arms.

            “And he was working with the Vees,” said (Y/N).

            “He apologized for that, and he hasn’t tried to take over the city from here!” said Charlie positively.

            As if summoned, Pentious pushed in a strange, cannon-like device with his Egg Bois riding on top.

            “What the hell is that?!” cried Vaggie.

            “Oh, hello, purple female,” said Pentious. “It’s my new invention, ‘Skin Flayer 11,000.’ I’m really looking forward to shooting the other residents.”

            (Y/N) stood up from the couch. “I think that’s my cue to leave.”

            “He’s harmless!” said Charlie.

            “Tell that to the cannon!” said (Y/N), escaping out of the room. As they went, they saw Angel coming down the stairs. “Don’t go in there.”

            “Huh? Why? I want a drink,” said Angel.

            “Pentious is considering shooting everyone right now,” said (Y/N).

            “Can’t we just get Smiles to throw him out?” grumbled Angel.

            “Yeah, Charlie’s against that,” sighed (Y/N).

            “Damn it,” muttered Angel.

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            “(Y/N)?” said Charlie, peeking into (Y/N)’s room.

            (Y/N) looked up guilty from where they were trying to grow a giant thorny rose in the middle of their room.

            Charlie stared. “What is that?”

            “Decorations…?” said (Y/N), smiling awkwardly.

            Charlie sighed. “What are you planning on doing with that?”

            “Just putting it up in my room,” said (Y/N) brightly. And to squeeze the life out of people if they try to hurt me.

            “…Okay,” said Charlie, accepting the explanation. “I’m asking people to come down for a hotel meeting!”

            “Do I have to?” said (Y/N).

            “I’ll send Vaggie to get anyone who doesn’t come,” chirped Charlie.

            “I’m coming,” said (Y/N), standing up instantly.

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            “Hi, guys, thanks for coming!” said Charlie, all guests and staff (minus Alastor) gathered in the lobby. “It’s been brought to our attention that there may be a little…tension in the hotel.”

            Understatement, thought (Y/N), glancing at where Pentious was hissing at Niffty as she tried to approach. Husk and Angel were with them on the couch, avoiding the snake demon.

            “Tension that can be counterproductive to what we’re trying to do here,” said Vaggie.

            “We think this group could really benefit from trust exercises!” said Charlie. She grinned. “Yep, we’re doing trust exercises!”

            “So what’s with the whole, uh…this?” asked Husk. He gestured to the stage Charlie and Vaggie had set up with a sign saying “Trusting 101.” “I’m not about to put on some show for these fucking chumps.”

            “Oh, I will, but it’s cash up front, and I know that one—” Angel gestured at Pentious “—can’t afford me.”

            “I’d really prefer not to see the show you’re suggesting,” said (Y/N).

            “Gross, I’d never think of a spider,” hissed Pentious.

            “Right, well, let’s get started.” According to Vaggie, none of them were getting a choice. “Charlie?”

            “Hey, wait, where’s Alastor?” asked (Y/N), raising a hand.

            “He had some errands to run,” said Charlie, smiling. “So he can’t be here right now.”

            (Y/N) put their hand down. “Oh, okay.”

            Some part of them was a little disappointed. Alastor was…odd at times, but they had enjoyed training with him. He had been focused and tough, but it had helped (Y/N). They respected that.

            “Alright, are we good to get started now? Any more questions?” asked Vaggie.

            Angel put his hand in the air. “Can I leave?” Vaggie narrowed her eyes dangerously, and Angel lowered his hand. “Never mind.”

            “Alright, we’re good,” said Vaggie. “Go ahead, Charlie.”

            “Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one,” said Charlie. “I trust everyone, so maybe you know better about how to build it properly.”

            “What?” Vaggie blanched. “I, uh, don’t know if I’m qualified.”

            “Oh, come on. It’ll be easy. I’m sure you can handle this,” encouraged Charlie.

            “Yeah. Um, sure. I can handle this. No problem,” said Vaggie nervously. She stared at the group, none of whom seemed easy to deal with. She straightened her shoulders and began to pace in front of them formally. “Alright, so we are going to start with trust falls,” she said, sergeant-style. “Each of you are going to share something vulnerable with the group about yourself and then fall backwards while the rest of the group catches you. Got it? Who wants to go first?”

            Charlie waved her hand. “Ooh, ooh, me! Me, me!”

            “Alright, get up there,” said Vaggie, unsurprised that her girlfriend was eager to go first.

            Charlie ran up onto the stage and looked over them all. “I love you guys,” she announced. “Like really, really love you!” She turned around and fell backwards.

            No one stepped forward to catch her, and Vaggie ran to help Charlie.

            “Gotcha,” said Vaggie.

            “That…felt…good!” said Charlie. “Angel, why don’t you go next?”

            “Fine,” said Angel, walking onto the stage.

            “This time, everyone needs to catch him,” said Vaggie, hands on her hips. “Okay?” She pulled out her spear. “Unless you want me to hurt you.”

            “Somethin’ about myself, huh?” said Angel, considering. “How about this?” He grinned. “I loooove to suck—”

            “I sweat to fuck, if you say dicks!” growled Husk, and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

            “—Popsickles, ya sicko!” said Angel, smiling mischievously. “Get your mind out of the gutter.” He fell off the stage and into Husk’s arms. “But, you know, dick’s too.”

            “Drop him,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            Husk didn’t need to be told twice, and he let Angel fall to the ground.

            “Alright, (Y/N), for that, I say you go next,” said Angel.

            (Y/N) sighed and stepped up onto the stage. Everyone looked at them expectantly, and (Y/N) felt the petals of their hair wilt nervously.

            “I, uh, I think Hell sucks, but I like being here with you guys. It’s nice to be with people who are actually good people,” said (Y/N). They squeezed their eyes shut and let themself fall backwards.

            To their surprise, they were caught, and when they opened their eyes, Angel was smiling at them. Quickly, (Y/N) rolled out of his arms and cleared their throat. They didn’t want to do anything else vulnerable the entire day.

            “Uh, Pentious, you can go next,” said (Y/N).

            Thankfully, once Pentious got on the stage, his dramatics successfully distracted from their vulnerability.

            “I…don’t want to live without my minions!” said Pentious. “Nobody catch me.” He fell back, but Vaggie and Charlie caught him before he could hit the ground. “Damn it.”

            “That’s great,” said Vaggie. She let go of Pentious. “Wow, you are slimy. Okay, good job. Err, Niffty.”

            Niffty giggled and ran onstage. “Sometimes I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others.”

            Everyone stared at her. She leapt from the stage. The group took a step back. Niffty crashed to the ground.

            “Yay! Pain!” she cheered.

            She ran back up and jumped again, hitting the ground just as hard. Charlie pulled Vaggie to the side to speak for a moment, but that didn’t stop Niffty, and while the rest of the group stared at her, she continuously jumped and hit the ground with a maniacal laugh.

            “Pain!” cheered Niffty.

            “What are they going to make us do next?” whispered (Y/N) to Angel.

            The spider demon put his hands on his hips. “I’m gonna make sure we don’t do anything stupid.” Quickly, he ran over to speak to Charlie and Vaggie with his own ideas.

            (Y/N) sighed. “His idea is going to be inappropriate, isn’t it?”

            “Definitely,” said Husk.

            “Great.” (Y/N)’s asexuality shivered.

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            “Angel! What the actual fuck?!” said Vaggie, crossing her arms.

            Angel had brought the group to a BSDM club. (Y/N) immediately turned around and walked out. They weren’t dealing with that shit today.

            As it turned out, the next “bonding activity” wasn’t much better since Vaggie had taken military-like control of the group once again. They stood above a warzone of demons fighting and killing each other. Vaggie was proudly staring down while the others’ eyes widened.

            “This is how you learned to trust people?!” cried Charlie.

            “There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades in arms!” declared Vaggie. “Buckle up, buttercups, because today you boys become men! You—”

            “Wait, wait, I can’t fight without my minions!” cried Pentious as he was grabbed by Vaggie.

            She dumped him onto the battlefield. “—are going to survive together! And you—”

            “D-Don’t you even think about it!” cried Angel.

            He was thrown unceremoniously off the side of the roof. “—Are going to make this hotel work!” said Vaggie. “So get to it!”

            “Wait, wait, give me a moment to prepare myself!” cried (Y/N), but they were picked up and thrown over as well.

            Niffty jumped over on her own, eager to fight.

            “They’re shooting at us!” cried Pentious, cowering.

            “Yeah! Hahahaha!” cried Niffty, running at several enemies.

            “I’ll cover us,” said (Y/N), trying to take charge of the situation in some way. “Angel, can you grab Pentious while he freaks out?”

            “Why me?!” cried Angel.

            “Because Niffty is stabbing people and I’m going to get us a path out!” said (Y/N). “So grab the snake and drag his ass out of here!”

            “Okay, okay, got it!” said Angel, grabbing Pentious and throwing him over his shoulder.

            (Y/N) raised their hands, and vines ripped out of the ground to cover the group on both sides as they made a run for the building to get back up to Vaggie and Charlie. (Y/N) ran through the makeshift tunnel while Angel gave a war cry and carried Pentious over his head.

            They ran up the stairs back to Charlie and Vaggie, panting all the while. Angel unceremoniously threw Pentious down and gave the two women a thumbs up.

            “Made it,” he said.

            “I hated that,” groaned (Y/N), their roses wilting.

            “Let’s go home, guys,” said Charlie quietly, sadly.

            “Ugh. We just walked up all those stairs,” groaned Angel. Nonetheless, he grabbed Pentious by the tail and dragged him out with him.

            (Y/N) looked between Charlie and Vaggie before leaving the rooftop. Whatever was going on was a domestic fight, and they had nothing to do with it. They couldn’t help solve it, so they had to wait for Charlie and Vaggie to work it out.

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            “You guys survived,” said Husk after the “recruits” collapsed on the couches of the hotel.

            “Of course we did!” said Angel.

            “I saved everyone’s asses,” said (Y/N) proudly.

            “Hey, I helped Pentious!” said Angel.

            “True, you dragged the dead weight,” said (Y/N), laughing.

            “And (Y/N)’s vines slapped people back left and right. It was awesome,” said Angel.

            “I guess Alastor is teaching you something,” said Husk with a begrudging smile.

            “He’s…you know, he’s Alastor, but I’m actually learning from him,” said (Y/N) with a smile.

            “I liked stabbing!” said Niffty.

            “We could see that,” said (Y/N).

            “Well, hey, I’m glad you all made it and can take a fight,” said Husk. He looked at Pentious. “You did okay, new kid.”

            “Really? Oh, well, I suppose I did get into a little rough and tumble today,” said Pentious shyly. He looked at Angel and (Y/N). “And thank you for pulling me out of there.”

            “Eh, no problem,” said Angel, slapping him on the back.

            “You owe us,” chirped (Y/N) with a grin.

            “Alastor,” called Vaggie from the stairs as the Radio Demon walked in the door. She and Charlie had been pleased to see that some form of bonding had actually occurred. “Failed to get rid of the eggs, I see.”

            “Yes, well, the little monsters proved to be rather useful,” he said.

            “Why don’t you give them back to Pentious?” said Vaggie.

            Tears welled up in Pentious’s eyes. “Really?!”

            “Yeah,” said Vaggie. “After today, I guess I can trust you with them.”

            “Just don’t threaten to shoot us again,” said (Y/N) with a grin that was more threatening than kind.

            Pentious looked at them nervously. “I will not be trying to.”

            “Not after watching you on the field,” teased Angel.

            “Oh?” said Alastor, his grin widening. “Is my training paying off?”

            “Don’t take credit for it,” muttered Husk. “Kid did it on their own.”

            “I got everyone back safely,” said (Y/N), putting their hands on their hips proudly.

            “A quick learner,” said Alastor. “Let us see what else you can do.”

            “Alright!” (Y/N) brightened.

            “Oh, great,” said Husk, throwing up his hands. “Let’s teach the kid to do more damage.”

            “I’m fine with that,” said (Y/N).

            “Excellent!” said Alastor.

            Husk groaned. They didn’t need a second Alastor, and Husk didn’t want the kid getting into trouble because Alastor was…himself. Unfortunately, what could he do? (Y/N) wanted to learn to control their magic, and Alastor seemed all-to-willing to show them how. Husk could only hope it didn’t end with (Y/N) getting hurt.

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            (Y/N) dodged Alastor’s shadows, but they twisted and grabbed the rose demon midair. (Y/N) squawked unceremoniously as they were suspended upside down in the air.

            “Ahaha!” Alastor laughed and grinned. “You still lack the instincts to use your magic and run around like a chicken with its head cut off.”

            “Yeah, yeah,” said (Y/N). “Can I be put down now?”

            “Free yourself,” said Alastor.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. The challenge was set.

            Briars sprouted out of the ground and arced through the air. Roses bloomed as the vines grew. They constricted around the shadows, and as the darkness fought back, the thorns pierced them, and the shadows melted away, forced to let go of (Y/N) by their plants. (Y/N) twisted and landed on their feet on the ground.

            “Excellent! What a quick learner,” said Alastor with a grin. “Your mistakes are entertaining, but I much prefer when you aren’t hopelessly unable to learn.” He spoke brightly as if it was such a kind statement.

            “Well, I have one more thing I really want to learn,” said (Y/N).

            “Oh? Do tell,” said Alastor.

            “I need to keep a smile on my face,” said (Y/N), smiling widely.

            Alastor tilted his head. “Really?”

            “Yeah. You seem…stronger, more intimidating with it. You don’t seem upset by anyone or anything.” (Y/N) grinned. “And I want to have that strength.”

            Alastor’s grin widened and sharpened. What an ambitious demon. He had chosen well. “You’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

            “Right,” said (Y/N). They brushed the dirt off their pants and looked at the clock. Time was up since Charlie had planned some activities for the evening. “I have to go. Are you coming to tonight’s ‘rehabilitation?’ ”

            “I have errands to run,” said Alastor vaguely.

            (Y/N) nodded. They walked to the door and paused in the doorway. “Hey, Alastor?”

            “Mm?” Alastor hummed in acknowledgement.

            “Thank you.” Alastor looked at them, but before he could say anything, (Y/N) continued. “I know that you’re only teaching me to somehow help yourself, but, still, thanks. Whatever you’re trying to gain from this, it’s still helping me. I’m getting what I want, and it’s because you’re putting effort into teaching me. So, despite this not being as selfless as Charlie would want to think, thank you, Alastor.” They grinned. “And whatever you’re hoping to get from me, I won’t make it easy for you to get.” (Y/N) disappeared out the door.

            Alastor watched them go. How unusual (Y/N) was proving to be. They had correctly assumed he wanted something from them. After all, with Alastor’s current…predicament, he needed all the power he could muster, and having (Y/N) stronger meant that, if he could create a contract with them, he could use their magic for his own gain. (Y/N) saw that, and yet they decided to thank him anyways.

            It was weak. It was sentimental. It was…interesting.

            Alastor should back off from his plan since (Y/N) had seen through it. They understood what he wanted and could avoid his attempts to manipulate them. And yet, just as they were willing to keep learning, Alastor found he was just as willing to continue teaching.

            What an oddly entertaining sentiment.

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her favorite (damsel in distress)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader GP!YUJIN

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, violence (beating up bad guys), suggestive towards the end

synopsis: yujin was always an easy target for bullying and just couldnt seem to get her crush to notice her. what happens when she becomes a superhero and she starts saving her crush?

word count: 2,048

a/n: first time writing fluff, bcz i cant make my wife a bad person😞. also too lazy to proofread so pls ignore any mistakes😭😭

“uh- y-y/n, can i take a picture of you with the spiders?— for the school paper.”

“oh, of course!” you said in response to the question, happy that it was your picture she wanted.

you stood next to the spiders all in their respective cages and posed next to them. yujin put her camera up to her eye as she backed up so that she could get a full picture. 

“y/n, let’s go!!” you heard one of your friends call after yujin had taken a few pictures, they had already moved on to the next exhibition

“coming!” you called back out as you left yujin and went to approach your friends.

“wait- uh- thank you!” yujin called out to your back, smiling to herself. 

“ow fuck!” yujin exclaimed to herself as she felt a sharp pain in her hand. she had been bitten by a spider. she shook it off her hand and bent down to look at it. she watched as it crawled on the floor the colors of blue and red making it stand out. 

when it crawled out of sight, yujin stood up and looked at her hand. there were two holes there and a redness surrounding it. the spider looked like the genetically made super spiders, but not letting herself ponder on the thought, she left and continued inspecting the cages that contained spiders with her class.  

as the day went on yujin found that she could not simply ignore the spider bite on her hand. she started to feel the effects of the poison slowly becoming more intense. the school day went as a blur, yujin being half conscious for most of it.

when she arrived home, she was greeted by her aunt and uncle. she greeted them back as she walked up the stairs to her room. she could faintly process them asking her if she wanted to eat and she responded saying she already had. 

when she entered her room she locked the door and stripped off her shirt and her glasses which she threw somewhere in her room. she looked at her body in the mirror, her skinny frail body which made her the perfect victim for bullies. the spider bite on her hand had swelled up and turned purple.

she felt hot, but also incredibly cold. she was sweating bullets as she fell to the floor. she grabbed her blanket off of her bed and pulled it over herself.

what their guide told them about the spider that had bitten her replayed in her head as she slowly lost consciousness. 

yujin awoke with a groan, she slowly reached over from where she was on the floor for her glasses and picked them up. she stood up from the floor and went to put them on but when she held them up to her face she found that everything was blurry. she slowly lowered her glasses and found that she could in fact see better without her glasses. 

“weird,” she mumbled to herself as she put her glasses back on her desk.

yujin had to do a double take when she looked in the mirror, she had muscles and abs now. she looked in the mirror smiling to herself as she flexed in the mirror. she didn't know how this happened, but she definitely was not complaining about it. 

after hearing her aunt call out to her telling her that she’d be late if she didn't leave now, yujin turned to the side looking out her window hoping to see a certain someone. y/n l/n, her crush since before she knew what a crush was. this was her daily routine, to just watch as y/n did things. not in a creepy way though, more so in a longing way. her and y/n had been neighbors since they were six but yujin could bet on the fact that y/n didn't know. why would someone like y/n ever notice her. 

when she saw the time on her clock though, yujin quickly put on a shirt and left to try and go catch the bus. to her dismay it was yet another day in which she had to chase after the bus banging on it asking the driver to stop. after a while of running after the bus, yujin figured they wouldn't stop and today she’d have to walk.

her banging on the bus had somehow made the banner stick to her hand. as she slowed down, no longer keeping up with the bus the banner ripped due to it being stuck to her hand. she tried to shake it off but it wasn't leaving her hand, causing her to use her other hand to pull it off and thankfully it worked. 

that had all happened a month ago, yujin was now known to by everyone in her city as spiderwoman. she could shoot spider webs from her wrists, could stick to almost anything, and had super strength. after finding out she had these abilities she couldn't just stand around while innocent people were in trouble. so she decided to start helping out around the city under a disguise. 

“help!” yujin could faintly hear a call from a woman who seemed to be in danger. 

following the voice, she webbed around until she got to the place where the voice was coming from. she stayed on the roof of a building next to the dim alley as she looked down to see what was going on. yujin pumped her fists when she saw that it was you who was in trouble. she wasn't happy you were in need of help, she was just happy she could be of help to you. 

yujin swiftly swooped down and stood in between you and the 3 men surrounding you “what’s goin on here?” yujin said casually and watched as the men glared at her. 

“hmph, it's just a girl, she probably can't do too much.” the man who stood in the middle said to the other two in a smug voice. 

“you know it's not really nice to-” yujin was cut off by one of the men charging at her trying to swing. with ease she grabbed his hand and swung at his face, seeing how far the punch sent that guy the other two ran away trembling in fear.

“th-thank you spiderwoman,” yujin heard a voice from behind her say. yujin turned around when she heard the voice and responded by saying it was nothing.

“hey, uh- if you want i could walk you home. just to make sure no one else bothers you.” yujin said, if she didn't have the red mask covering her face she never would've said something like this, but being in her suit gave her confidence. 

“are you sure?”

“yes of course, it's no problem at all.” 

and thus this is how yujin now found herself walking her crush home and somehow she had managed the courage to put her arm around your waist too. It felt like she was dreaming, was she really walking home with y/n l/n in her arms?! 

when she reached the familiar house that was right next to hers, she let her arm around you drop and bid her goodbyes. as yujin sat at the top of a building she took off her mask and finally everything sunk in, she had never smiled this hard. by the time she got home her cheeks hurt from the smile that seemed to be tattooed on her face.

“what’s got you in such a good mood?” yujin’s aunt asked as she walked down the stairs and into the dining room. 

“uh- n-nothing.” yujin stuttered out and her face flushed as she recalled what had happened. 

her aunt just looked at her with a knowing smile and served her with the food she had cooked. 

“so, who’s the lucky girl?” 

“w-what?! n-no one!” 

“okay okay, just make sure to be careful, don't want any accidents to happen if you know what i mean.” yujin’s aunt said with a wink

“AUNTIE!” yujin exclaimed as her face flushed red, she did not want to hear this, especially not from her aunt.

yujin smiled as she heard the familiar voice calling for help. she knew she shouldn't be happy at the thought that you had gotten into trouble again but she couldn't help it. she always found herself looking forward to saving you. she followed your voice and found herself in the streets with 4 men running after you. she watched as the men cornered you and when they started to get in your face she shot out 4 webs and pulled them all away from you. 

when she jumped off the building the men one by one ran at her trying to attack. somehow, while fighting one of them pulled off her mask, too caught up in fighting them she didn't have time to put it back on. 

after she was done dealing with them she saw you start to walk up to her, it was too dark for you to see her face but she knew that if you came any closer her identity would be revealed. she quickly webbed up to the roof and put her mask back on. you walked over to the small alley she had previously occupied and looked around. yujin slowly descended from the roof upside down holding onto the web that was stuck to the top of the roof. 

“you have a knack for getting in trouble.” she said from behind you, you flinched when you heard the voice

“you have a knack for saving me,” you said with a giggle “i think i have a superhero stalker.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“you are…. amazing.”

“Some people don't think so.”

“but you are.” you replied with, your words tinting her face with red from under her mask.

“It's nice to have a fan.”

“do i get to say thank you this time?” you said reaching your hands out for her mask. 

thinking that you were gonna pull off her mask yujin panics for a split second, voicing a ‘wait’.

hearing that you hesitated for a second before reaching out again and lowering the neck of her suit to pull out the mask. you slowly lift it revealing her lips, you stop at her nose and let the rolled up mask stay there. you slowly lean in towards her lips and let hers meet yours. yujin was screaming on the inside, this was her first kiss and it was being taken by you, y/n l/n. 

she could feel her heartbeat in her head, the way your lips glided along hers made her dizzy. yujin’s lips parted slightly allowing your tongue to slip in and explore the depths of her mouth. yujin couldn't stop the warmth from blossoming in her chest as she felt your tongue gliding along hers. was she in heaven? 

you soon parted from yujin to allow the oxygen to enter your lungs, yujin chased after your lips, missing the feeling. she was pulled out of her reverie from the sound of your small giggles. she looked at you questioningly wondering what you found so funny. 

“glad to know i have that much of an effect on you.” you said as you stared at her crotch. 

following your gaze yujin bent her neck to look up to see what you were staring at, when she realized she flushed red. she quickly reached up with one hand to cover the very visible tent in her pants, she wanted to die. yujin felt mortified. 

“I- uh- i- um-” yujin tried to say but nothing came out causing her to flush an even darker red. 

your giggles continued as you noticed that the bottom of her face matched the color of her suit. suddenly you were struck with an idea.

“hmm, let's make a deal. If you reveal your identity to me I'll take care of that little problem you have there.” you said while pointing at yujin’s groin. 

yujin’s jaw dropped at what you were insinuating you’d do. she fully descended, now standing on her feet in front of you and without any hesitation yujin pulled off her mask and said ‘deal’. 

[shokosmokes]

Vampire Gojo

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vampire gojo x reader for kinktober (≧▽≦) lowkey kinda sped ran because october ends in what 2 days lol, not proofread

tags: blood play, biting, smut

The bass thrums through your chest, pulsing like a heartbeat that matches the sway of your hips. The music surrounds you, flowing through every nerve, every thought, drowning out anything outside this moment. A mix of neon pinks and electric blues from the strobes flood the room, stinging your eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. You feel alive, caught somewhere between dizzy and invincible, tipsy enough that each beat blurs into the next.

Your hair clings to your skin, your cheeks are warm, and you’re not sure if it’s the drinks or the way the air feels like it’s vibrating, alive around you.

The crowd is a burst of color and strange shapes—pirates, witches, a couple in matching vampire fangs and dramatic capes. Someone nearby is wearing a full skeleton bodysuit that glows in the strobes, their bones lighting up with each flash. You catch glimpses of black spider webs strung up along the ceiling, fake bats hanging down from beams, and orange and purple lights snaking along the bar. Jack-o’-lanterns flicker from the corners, their jagged smiles casting eerie shadows over the dance floor.

And that’s when it hits—a pull, magnetic and unmistakable, cutting through the fog of the music and the haze of your drinks. It’s like the entire room has narrowed its focus, all the colors and lights fading into a low hum as something, someone, comes into sharp focus behind you. A warmth brushes your neck, feather-light but undeniable, sending a shiver down your spine.

For a heartbeat, everything pauses. You catch your breath, feeling that warm pulse just over your shoulder, almost close enough to touch. The noise around you fades, replaced by the subtle, thrilling awareness of this presence at your back. It’s like the air itself has thickened, pulling you in.

It’s a strange sensation, one that stirs a blend of excitement and fear in your stomach, a feeling you can’t quite shake. Slowly, you turn, heart pounding, and you’re met with piercing eyes—a shade of blue that almost seems to glow in the darkness, like the cold light of the moon.

There he stands, tall, impossibly confident, with a smirk that’s both playful and unnervingly sharp, like he knows the effect he has on people. His skin seems to catch the strobe lights in a way that almost feels too perfect, his white hair catching every bit of glow like it’s crafted to mesmerize. And you swear, just for a second, there’s a flicker of something dangerous in his gaze—something ancient and hungry, barely hidden behind his charming demeanor.

“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk and yet laced with something darker, like he’s toying with words that have a hidden edge. His gaze doesn’t waver, pinning you in place, the rest of the club fading further into nothingness. It’s just him and you, caught in this strange, magnetic moment. There’s something alluring about him, something that makes you want to take a step closer even though every instinct in you says you should run. But you stay rooted, pulse racing, caught under his spell.

As you turn fully to face him, his gaze locks onto yours, and you feel like you’re staring into something endless. It’s unnerving, but there’s a playful softness there that makes it hard to look away, like he’s inviting you in on some inside joke only he knows.

“Didn’t think I’d find someone like you here tonight,” he says, his voice smooth and low. “I’m Gojo, by the way. You look… lonely.” His words are layered, as though he’s not just talking about tonight. His gaze drifts down, then back up to meet yours, leaving you feeling like he’s seen right through you, reading thoughts you didn’t even know were there.

You laugh, trying to keep your voice steady. “Lonely isn’t a crime, right?”

“Not at all.” He smiles, leaning just a little closer, like he’s letting you in on a secret. “But I think you deserve something a little more exciting than loneliness.”

There’s something unnerving about his words, but it’s mixed with a thrill that makes your heart race. His fingers lightly brush yours, and your stomach twists at the contact, like an electric shock straight to your core. You realize he’s waiting, watching, gauging your response with that endless gaze. Before you can second-guess yourself, you find yourself playing along, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“So, what do you suggest, then?” you ask, giving him a challenging look, as if daring him to surprise you.

He laughs, a low, rich sound that wraps around you like velvet. “How about a little dance, just the two of us?” He extends a hand, and you place yours in it without a second thought, letting him pull you a few steps to the edge of the floor, just beyond the swirl of costumes and flickering lights.

As you move together, there’s a slow, magnetic rhythm in how he holds you, one hand at your waist, pulling you just close enough to make your pulse jump. The strobe lights catch in his eyes, making them flicker like they hold secrets you can’t even begin to guess at. It feels like time is slipping away, like you’re caught in some strange bubble where only the two of you exist, every detail of him pulling you further into his orbit.

He leans in close, voice barely a whisper. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” His breath brushes your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine. There’s an edge to his tone that makes you question if he’s joking, but it only draws you in deeper, a strange sense of daring building up inside you.

“No,” you reply, barely trusting your voice as you meet his gaze. “Why, should I be?”

Gojo grins, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure. “Maybe.” He brushes a thumb along your jawline, guiding you to tilt your head just slightly. “But something tells me you’re the type who likes a thrill.”

You don’t know if it’s the drinks, the atmosphere, or just the feeling of him so close, but his words, his presence—everything is heady, intoxicating. You can feel the tension building, feel the silent invitation that hangs in the air between you both. He shifts his hand to your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft path just beneath your lip, lingering in a way that feels both tentative and demanding, like he’s waiting for you to close the distance.

Your heart skips as you give in, leaning forward, your lips meeting his in a slow, tantalizing kiss. His mouth is cool, unexpected, but it only makes him more irresistible, the sharp contrast sparking excitement deep in your chest. For a moment, you’re lost in him, his hands, his touch, his pull that keeps you pressed close.

The bass thrums against your chest, blending seamlessly with the rhythm of his movements. The world feels hazy, dreamlike, as if you’re moving through molasses, caught between reality and something far more surreal. The kiss breaks only for a second, and then his hands are on your waist, turning you around with a smooth, effortless spin. You gasp softly as your back presses into his chest, his presence solid, grounding you even as your head spins.

“Keep dancing,” he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and commanding, yet somehow gentle, coaxing you deeper into his spell. His hands find your hips, guiding you to sway to the beat as he moves in sync with you, each step perfectly matched. The heat of his body is undeniable, a stark contrast against the coolness of his touch, and every point of contact sends a rush through you that’s both exhilarating and dizzying.

You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm and his touch, the music vibrating through both of you, connecting you in ways words couldn’t. The crowd around you fades into a blur of costumes and strobe lights, leaving only the two of you. His breath is warm against your neck, and each soft exhale sends a shiver down your spine.

Then, his lips graze the curve of your shoulder, lingering just a little too long, drawing your awareness to the subtle, dangerous thrill of his touch. “You’re even more enchanting up close,” he murmurs, his voice like a dark promise against your skin. His words blur the line between a compliment and a lure, something meant to pull you deeper, to keep you close and enraptured.

You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or his proximity that sends your mind into a whirl but the heat pooling at your core is becoming unendurable.

Your hands trail down his toned, almost iridescent arms, lacing your fingers with his tightly grasping at your hips. You guide one of his large palms south and he doesn’t hesitate a moment at your silent hint, his hand slowly moving down your hip and up your thigh, savoring the feeling of your skin against his palm. He can feel his own heart speeding up at the feel of your body under his touch, as if desperate to be closer to you.

He ducks his head slightly, his lips hovering just above your ear in the darkness. “Bold of you. I could be a serial killer and you’re letting me touch you like this…”

Like you could care right now. Something about him fills your senses with hypnotism. Like his presence alone magnetically pulls an unbearable pressure of lust straight between your thighs. You press his hand right where the pressure cumulates, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

His breath catches at the feel of his palm pressed against your core, a gasp escaping his lips as you lean your head back onto his shoulder. He lets out a low growl in his throat, his fingers flexing against the fabric, feeling the warmth of you against his hand.

He smirks against your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin there, his fingers teasingly tracing the line of your panties, barely touching the fabric, but enough to make you shiver. So drowned in lust you don’t register the way he’s practically suffocating himself in your neck. The fingers of his free hand trailing a gentle line across your pulse point before his tongue follows suit. The adulation of it all causing a trail of light airy moans to escape you.

The sound of it a dulcet melody to his ears. He hums against your skin, his lips and tongue continuing their assault along your jaw, his free hand moving up to grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards for better access as he whispers against your ear. “You like that? You like it when I touch you like this?”

His fingers dig into the fabric of your panties with more pressure, tantalizing circles around your ache, drawing louder moans past your lips. He giggles, “Youre so cute, all pliant just from my touch…” his hand trailing the span of your neck snakes it’s way away the base like he’s holding you in place as his fingers quicken their pace.

His piercing blue eyes watching you with a gaze that’s both amused and curious, the kind that sinks under your skin and wraps itself around your thoughts. He’s smiling down at you with a tilt of his head, as if you’re the only thing worth noticing, finding the way your face contorts in lust, appetizing.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” he says, almost purring, his gaze so steady that it steals the breath from your lungs.

His lips brush your neck, a sensation that sends electricity through your skin. The last coherent thought you have is a hazy realization of what’s happening—just before a sharp, piercing sensation blooms at your throat, followed by a dizzying wave of warmth and darkness.

Warmth trails wet down your neck almost mimicking the arousal dripping down your thighs. Blood. He laps at the vermillion sap like a starved dog. The suction of his bruising lips at your neck sends an airy whine past your lips. Your mind is spinning, dizzy, your knees buckle under the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain.

“Youre practically putty in my arms. So pliable.” He groans hot against your skin.

Scarlet coats his chin as he tightens his grip around your neck, pulling your head back onto his shoulder before crashing his lips against yours. It’s feverish, the taste of iron filling your mouth as his tongue meets yours. “I like you… won’t kill you…” he breathes the words into your mouth as if they’re a set of throwaway words, as if the thought alone doesn’t make your pulse under his thumb race.

“My own little personal blood bag, yeah?”

[obsessedwithspiderman2099]

Wisteria

Part three

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Word count: 1,168

Synopsis: Someone has been running laps around Miguel’s mind.

“Where’s Miguel???”

This had been the question all week long in the spider society. After ten pm he was gone. For other spiders, this was a normal if not longer time to leave work. But for Miguel, the workaholic rarely left his office. No one could successfully kick him out, not even Lyla. But for some reason ever since he stopped that lizard anomaly from Earth 1829, something about him has been different..

Jess was the first to clock it when she actually saw a smile form on his face. “Something’s up.” She told Lyla. “With Miguel?” “Who else? He’s been leaving at a normal time and hasn’t been frowning as much as he usually does.” Lyla thought for a moment about it, “you know I have been seeing him a little bit happier lately…”

She immediately began pulling up his files and stalking through them. Her yellow skin got brighter for a second when she found the reason.

“Aha!” She said, fishing out a tiny imaginary digital file and pulling it up.

“About two nights ago, he walked this woman, y/n l/n, home to her apartment after successfully taking down an anomaly that was in her area. He met her again last night to walk her home, which is probably the cause!”

They both looked at each other for a second.

“You don’t think he’s….” “No! I’ve never seen him like that before..” “Maybe she and he…-“

“Maybe who and I what.”

The two froze and turned around, Miguel right beside them now. His mask was off, with an eyebrow raised and the usual grumpy expression was looking at them.

“Miguel! We were just talking about work-“ “So who’s y/n?” Lyla asked, almost casually.

Although he didn’t move or seem surprised by the question, a small hint of blush formed on his tan skin. Jess noticed it immediately, but kept the thought to herself.

“She’s a citizen I was helping yesterday.” “And the day before? Sooo what’s up with that?” Lyla says, poking at the already annoyed bear.

“Lyla. Stop. It’s none of your business, I was just helping her.” He then turned to Jess, “It’s not yours either.” “Sorry, I guess I’ll get back to work.” Jess raised her arms up in defense, and left the two alone.

“Riiiiight, so why’d you go back.”

Lyla continued, making Miguel roll his eyes at her in annoyance. “She said she walks home every night, I was just being Spider-Man and walked her home.” “So why didn’t you just give her a taser and call it a day?” “Lyla, I'm not having this talk with you.” He said, and tried to shoo her away, but she went through his hand, staying in her spot around his shoulder now.

“Are you hiding something Miguel?” “No.”

“Then why does it look ,Ike you got sunburnt on your face.” “What? It doesn’t! Ugh- I’m not talking about this anymore.” He stormed off, slamming the door to his office on the way in.

“He’s definitely hiding something.” Lyla said to herself before glitching off, away to deal with something else.

Miguel stood in his office, looking at different screens.

With anomalies always appearing in different earths, there was always trouble to deal with everywhere. Checking multiple earths through the screens, he accidentally (completely purposefully) checks yours. Seeing nothing but semi empty streets lightly peppered with the usual purple flowers, he becomes curious.

What are you doing right now?

Probably in the book store helping with someone, or just being the kind person you were, but what? He wondered, subconsciously checking on more of your world. He didn’t know the Spider-Man who ran it, but after checking his files and the footage of him, he didn’t need to.

Although being presented and acting like an eco-friendly and caring hero, the man was really an arrogant and selfish person. After watching some interviews and reading his canon events, Miguel was already sick of the man. Working with the largest corporations in your earth to actually go against the climate instead of helping protect it like he promised and ignoring the people he was supposed to be saving, Spider-Man 1829 was a villain.

Miguel scoffed at the news, of course it had to be your universe. Of course that kind of ‘hero’ had to be protecting your earth.

He soon fell down a well of his own thoughts, not noticing Lyla popping up next to him until she spoke up.

“Still thinking about that woman?” She asked, propped up on a tiny digital yellow chair the same size as her.

Miguel jumped ( his non-existent spidey sense was always a huge help), “What? No!” “Then why’s her earth's footage covering your screens?” A smug smile plastered on her face, knowing she caught him red handed.

He grumbled, taking it off the yellow holographic screens.

“Anything else you have to say?” “Nope!”

And with that, she popped into thin air, leaving the already tired and annoyed Spider-Man even more in the regular feeling she had while working. He sighed, pinching the brick of his nose.

“Why did I program her like that??”

This was a question he repeated regularly.

Suddenly a message signaling the presence of an anomaly in a different earth showed up, prompting Miguel to go on a mission. He sighed, and turned his mask back on, covering his tan and tired face. He was back in the game.

After two more annoyingly difficult missions, Miguel was back sitting in his office.

Running a hand through his hair, he checked the clock. 9:48. His heart skipped a beat, knowing it was almost time to see you again. He stopped for a minute.

Wait. Why’d he have that reaction?

He barely knew you, and this was just him doing Spider-Man work. Right? Regardless, Miguel stood up and began to push the coordinates of your world onto his goober. After stepping into the brightly colored portal that appeared in front of him and going through the time tubes to your world, he landed on the familiar concrete.

Immediately clocking the rain that was pouring down, he sighed and quickly went back to hq to find an umbrella for you. Just in case. Miguel fished one out of the corner of his office, and continued on his plan.

He entered earth 1829 once again, and read his clock. 9:57. Looking down from the top of the building he landed on, he noticed the dimly lit lights of your bookstore still on. He remembered you mentioning your interest in books, and complaining about the screens that people were beginning to turn to instead of reading a physical copy. Miguel admired your love for literature and the earth, something he never really stopped liking either.

Again lost in thoughts surrounding you, he didn’t realize it was closing time until you were locking the front door of the shop. A smile emerged on his face under the mask he wore, watching you for a second. You were wearing nothing but a small shirt and shorts, clearly not knowing the heavy weather that would ensure. Freezing in the wet cold air that cling to you, he swung down to meet you.

“Hey.” He said, standing on the pavement suddenly next to you with the umbrella in hand, You turn to him, a smile he could look at for days on your almost ethereal face.

“You’re back.”

A/N: Oh em gee. My first story done!!! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to end it early or what, but let me know if I should make a part four! My requests are also open for the moment so make sure to give me any ideas y’all are thinking! Thanks for reading!!!

[tazmilygray]

Kirby OC creation game

First letter of your URL is your character's species!

A - Puffball (like Kirby)

B - Penguin (like Dedede)

C - Whatever the mages and haltmanns are

D - Jambeliever

E - Key Dee

F - Scarfy

G - Waddle Doo

H - Burning Leo

I - Chilly

J - NESP

K - Noddy

L - Poppy Bros Jr

M - Paint Witch

N - Hamster

O - Human

P - Ripple Star Fairy

Q - Spider

R - Whatever Magolor is

S - Squeaker

T - Fecto

U - Awoofy

V - Octopus (like Chuchu)

W - Waddle Dee

X - Keke

Y - Whatever Tiff and Tuff are

Z - People of the Sky (flower fairies from KTD)

Favorite Season = Their Fighting Style!

Spring - Ranged Weapon

Summer - Melee Weapon

Fall - Healing/Support

Winter - Mage

Fave Color = What magic they specialize in, if any

Red - Fire

Orange - Rock/Ground/Earth

Yellow - Electric

Green - Nature

Blue - Water

Purple - Poison

Pink - ESP/Psychic

Black - Ghostly

White - Ice

Fave Flavor = A big part of their personality, a main trait

Sweet - Headstrong

Sour - Kindhearted

Salty - Short-tempered

Spicy - Selfish

What you like best will determine your character's Matter type

Clouds - Heart Matter

Rain - Soul Matter

Stars - Dream Matter

The Moon - Dark Matter

I hope this wasn't too much, I'd love to see what you create so, if you decide to use this, if you don't add on to a reblog, tag me if you upload what you make!

[luzho]

HⓄ𝕓𝐢E  𝐁ʀO𝔀𝕟 !!

the new spider-verse was sooo fun! he was so fun!! and drawing this (while listening to that ‘official’ spider-punk playlist) was sUper fun!!! based on these photos by marko suvic, and with oma’s S,M,L,XL collaged in the background (heheh i sneaked an architecture reference into fanart hehehe)

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Hobie Brown, drawn in vibrant warm colors with purple undertones, standing against a cracked background of a graffiti of his logo and a collage of colorful images and text. He wears a ripped ‘SEX’ t-shirt by Vivienne Westwood, dark blue jeans, his leather vest and pins with an additional heart-shaped pin, matching choker and bracelet, and his Spider-Man suit underneath it all without the mask. With his visible arm behind his back and wearing blue lipstick in addition of his piercings, Hobie Brown smirks while looking to the right beyond the viewer. End ID]

[dogsayswoof]

Hounds From Hell Chapter 2

Summary: Football game, afterparty, and an unexpected development in your friendship with Wednesday

Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Hounds from Hell Masterlist)

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Wednesday could not believe that you or Enid was able to get her to attend such a trivial extracurricular event. As she sat in the crowd with her friends watching you move with such athletic grace, scrambling out of the pocket to launch a deep pass to your counterpart on a wide-open look. 

The crowd went wild as Benton caught the ball making a mad dash to the end zone, orange jerseys chasing after his purple figure. Your entire pack, except Elizabeth, and a few other athletic guys who wanted to join were on the team. Explaining the unspoken chemistry you had on the field. 

Enid was next to her, her face decorated with purple and black designs in cheery support for the school's pride and joy. Next to her was Ajax, who had dressed up in support of his girlfriend, followed by Yoko, Bianca, Xavier, Divina, and Kent. On the other side of Wednesday a smiling Eugene, who was just glad to have been invited to the event. 

"Oh come on, he was so close" yelled Enid as they watched Benton get slammed to the ground.

Wednesday was watching your tall figure jog up the field with the others in order to set up for the next play. While you intelligence for chemistry was lacking, your athletic IQ was superior to all. You were able to read the field within a second and make a decision. Your innate ability for strategy was heavily noted by the young goth girl.

"Wednesday, I was surprised to see you at an event like this, I thought it was a waste of time?" asked Bianca.

"It was of a friend's utmost importance that I attended." she said eyes not leaving you.

"Yeah friend" said Enid giving Wednesday a small nudge and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Touch me again and I promise you, I will break every individual bone in your arm" Wednesday said turning towards her a scowl plain across her face.

"What are you hiding from us Addams" said a smug Bianca and Wednesday's gaze shifted to her.

"I have nothing to hide, I am an open book." 

"Yeah, that's why you've been having study sessions with Y/N" said Enid before jumping up and screaming as you threw a touchdown pass to George. 

"You've been seeing Y/N??   Y/N   Y/L/N????" exclaimed Xavier and Wednesday nodded.

"She cannot pass chemistry to save her life and I simply offered my assistance"

"Damn Wednesday, I did not think that you had that in you... Y/N huh"

Wednesday turned back to face the game again watching as the boys celebrated at the score.

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When the game was over the last thing Wednesday expected was for you to interact with her. Your team was happy, coach was elated, and as her and her friends got up to leave the bleachers she heard her name being called.

"Wednesday!" you yelled jogging over to the side of the field her friends had been sitting.

You leaned on the railing looking up to where they were at.

"Wednesday, thank you so much. I wouldn't of been able to play without you." you said grinning up at her.

"It was a tortuous task but we did it anyways" she said and you stared at her for a second before noticing the smirks on her friends faces.

"Hey everyone" you said with the dopiest smile on your face and a small wave.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked and you opened your mouth but before you could say anything Bianca cut you off.

"The sirens are hosting a party tonight to celebrate your win. I better see you and your team there" she said and you nodded.

"Yeah of course, couldn't miss a party" you said and you heard your name being yelled, "Well I should go shower up, but we'll definitely be there" you said winking at Bianca. 

Wednesday felt a pang of jealousy, a similar feeling to spiders in her chest, at your small interaction with Bianca. She bit back the scowl that threatened to spread across her face at the risk of you thinking it was for you.

"See you guys later!" you said back peddling, "Wednesday.." 

The shift in your tone when she said your name sent her stomach flipping. 

"You're definitely going too" said Bianca with a finger in Wednesday's chest.

What have you done to her.

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You were fighting with yourself and you were drunk. On one hand you definitely had feelings for Wednesday. The one on one time you had got to spend with her was.. enlightening to say the least. You had found yourself shredding back the layers behind the short dark girl, learning more about her than anyone else besides Enid and her family ever has. 

On the other hand you knew that she distained physical affection and emotional attachment. She would never let you in no matter how hard you tried. Maybe it would be better to just detach yourself before you got hurt. You could have anyone you wanted at this school except for the girl YOU wanted.

Sighing you threw back another shot of whatever the sirens had managed to sneak onto campus, in an attempt to calm your thinking. There were girls of all kind throwing themselves onto you and you entertained their attempts to flirt as you sipped your drink, though the image of the goth engrained at the back of your mind.

"Y/N" yelled a voice and you looked over to recognize Enid bouncing in, Wednesday trailing behind.

"Oh good, you made it" cheered Bianca over the loud music.

Quickly embracing Enid, she leaned in to Wednesday and whispered,

"Girls have been throwing themselves onto her all night. If you want her, you need to make a claim." she pulled back and disappeared into the mass of bodies.

Enid and you were talking as you made her a drink, chugging yours and making another.

"You want a drink?" you slurred at Wednesday and she nodded.

You made her a drink too, and handed it to her. She sipped it lightly and proceeded to put it down.

"I enjoyed your sporting event more than I thought I would" she said shortly and you had a small smile.

"I'm glad" you sipped your drink again scanning the room, "You want to meet my friends?"

"Sure"

You lead her through the crowd towards where your pack was standing.

"Guys, this is Wednesday Addams" you said gesturing to her, "Wednesday this is George and Elizabeth"

You pointed to the two white haired siblings. They had shimmering blue eyes and pale skin. Almost ghost like, Wednesday noted. Must be the soulhounds. They had small smiles and quietly said hello.

"And this is Atwell and Benton" you said at the two black haired kids. Benton was smiling wide, extremely friendly. 

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance ma'am" he said in his country accent and pretending to tip his hat at you.

"Hey" said Atwell, his accent not as thick.

"They're real country hicks" you laughed rubbing Atwells hair while he smiled sheepishly.

"It is a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances" Wednesday said politely.

One of the girls from earlier walked over and she grabbed onto your arm. Latching on to you and looking up at you with hearts in her eyes. It made Wednesday sick to her stomach.

"Y/N, come take a shot with us, to celebrate. Bianca said you would love to" she said in cheery sing-song-y voice.

Mental note: Make sure to murder Bianca   thought Wednesday.

"I'll be right back" you said being led away.

Except you weren't right back. At all. And Wednesday had lost tabs on you. She thought maybe that girl had taken you away to her dorm and you'd come walking around on campus with her attached at the hip tomorrow so she found Enid.

"I think I have had enough of this social interaction for the month" she said and Enid pouted.

"C'mon Wednesday, it's fun" she said throwing back another shot.

"I'm going back to our dorm, but you should stay and have your fun" she said heading for the door.

Wednesday had not had anything to drink besides the small sip she had when you had handed her the cup of foul liquid. The walk back was painful. She had tried to suppress her feelings for you chalking it up to nothing but teenage hormones, and she refused to prove her parents right. But the feeling she had when that girl looked at you dragging you away, was undeniable.

Wednesday Addams was jealous. 

She sat on her typewriter in an attempt to distract herself but she kept typing mistake after mistake having to crumble up the paper and toss it into the bin which was overflowing.

You are the reason. You infiltrated her mind and-

There was loud knocks on her door.

She chose to ignore them but they began to get louder and more frequent. She got up in a huff and swung the door open causing you on the other side to half stumble into her room.

"Hello Wed-nes-day" you slurred and she did nothing but stare at you.

"Why are you here?" she said coldly as you swayed on your feet in front of her.

"Because you disappeared" you said with a frown on your face.

"You're drunk" she stated and you nodded a dopey smile replacing the frown as you looked down into her onyx eyes.

"You're pretty"

Wednesday felt the spiders in her stomach and her breath catch as she processed what you said.

"Say that again and I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the crows"

"Yeah.. oooookay" you chuckled and she crossed her arms at you.

You half walked - half stumbled around her room some more and she followed behind you.

"I'm serious Y/N"

"I am too" 

"You are one of the most frustrating and incessant people I have ever met" she said and you stepped closer to her slowly closing the distance.

"Oh yeah?" you said standing right in front of her, her arms still crossed.

"Yes. You are bothersome and aggravating and-" 

She was cut off by your lips. You were soft, a lot more softer than she imagined. Not that she had imagined kissing you before. Your lips were gone quicker than they appeared and you were standing in front of her. You cheeks stained red and the smile gone as your drunk state realized what you had done.

You both stood there breathing cautiously. Moments passing between you, tension palpable. Unspoken words shared before she grabbed your collar and pulled you back in.

Your hands grasped her waist pulling you close to you. You both moved back until you hit her desk in which you lifted her up and sat her on it. Allowing you to lean further into her. Your kisses were full of passion and unspoken desire building from your last few weeks together. 

Her hands wrapped around to your neck scratching it lightly as your lips moved to her neck. Softly kissing the skin that you ached to explore. Her shaking breathing as you left little bites before soothing them with a soft kiss on each, caused you to smirk into her skin before you kissed her once more.

You pulled away and stepped back as you saw her vulnerable sitting on the edge of the desk.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly and you admired the purple marks you left along her neck. You ran your hands through your hair before lying down on Enid's bed.

"Don't apologize. There is no need" she said hopping down from the desk and straightening her typewriter and smoothing her uniform.

When she turned back around to you, she heard the soft snores and saw you asleep strung out among the colorful sheets below.

Oh she was so fucked...

[blackoutunit]

Redesigned Dark Enchantress!!!!!!

I’m fine with her og design but since she’s practically an aftermath of White Lily I thought it’d make more sense to also make her lily based

Soooo

I went with red spider lilies for it

I just kept a lot of her key design factors since i didn’t wanna go absolutely wild with it lmfao

(Plus added some design choices from White Lily, such as the gloves n dress)

(I also made her skin tone less purple and instead just mixed it up with White Lily’s cuz damn gurl reallyyyy must’ve gotten burnt while getting rebaked L)

Anyhow

Just went with one of her poses n facial expressions too cuz I didn’t feel like coming up with smth new

Butttttt yeah

She slays

[ink4blotches]

OTP

(Pavitr Prabhakar x You)

Synopsis: You like Mumbattan more than New York, so you chill there often. And sometimes help your best friend out as Spider-Woman. But the people of Mumbattan think there's something more to the relationship of the two heroes.

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"What does OTP mean?" Pavitr breaks the comfortable silence that had set in as we sat atop the tallest building in Mumbattan, staring down at the -very- busy streets below.

"Uhm..Only Thing Purple?" I guess, scooting over as Pav moves to sit next to me. "No, it means 'One True Pairing', actually." He states, showing me his phone screen and scrolling on Tik Tok.

The video consisted of a fight Pav and I had the other day with an anomaly. Specifically the part where I not so heroically got electrocuted because I stepped in water.

The music filled as Pav landed beside me, reaching out and putting a hand on shoulder. "You oka-" He got cut off as he was shocked as well.

"Okay why would someone edit that?" I ask as I read the caption.

Two dumbasses...literally made for eachother!!

"I know right? I can still feel the lightning in my veins." Pav shivers, pulling his phone away from me. "And there are tons of edits of us saying we're OTP." He concludes.

A second passes in awkward, notedly not comfortable, silence before a loud explosion came from the streets below.

Ah, back to work.

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"And Look at That! Our very own heroes have swung by for a quick hello!" The reporter woman smiled at us as I wiped the dirt off my clothed leg.

I smiled back, instantly stopping once I realized she can't see through my mask. "Are you- oh wow, is this live?" Pav asks, waving at the camera.

"Stop you're so embarrassing." I judged his shoulder, to which he threw an arm over my neck and ruffled my hair. "You know you love me." He laughs.

"Oh, wow! That brings me to my only question...the public wanna know! Are you two an item?"

Not this again.

Before I can open my mouth to deny, Pav laughs.

"No, but...might as well do this now. Y- I mean, Spider-Woman. I love everything about you. The way you part your hair, the way you laugh, all the way to your face when you eat really tasty food. And as the months have passed, I realized that I love you. So, will you go out with me?"

I looked between him and the camera, then back at him.

"Nah, I'll pass." I say simply. The lenses on his mask widen.

"I'm kidding! I'm joking! Yes, I'll go out with you Paaaaa...l. Pal." I caught myself. "Oh, my god. Yes!" He tackles me into a hug.

"This is great and all...but can one of you swing this girl to the hospital? The ambulance is backed up..." A paramedic taps me on the shoulder.

I immediately throw myself off Pav. "Yes- of course I'm so sorry come on let's go girl." I grab the citizen, being careful not to touch her...ouch, really nasty arm and swing away.

It takes a lot of focus to swing through Mumbattan with a passenger, but I've done it a billion times. However, it's a little more difficult this time.

Since my heart won't stop beating so fast.

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I sat in a chair next to one of the crash victim's hospital bed. The teenage boy hadn't woken up yet, and as much as I'd like to be with Pav right now, my duty as Spider-Woman is to make sure people are safe- even if they're not from my universe.

The boy suddenly stirred in his bed, which caused me to put down my phone. "Hey, you're awake. You got into a car crash. How are you feeling?" I ask the boy, who's hospital bracelet says Aarush. Cute name.

"Ugh...like shit. Who are you?" Oh damn I forgot I took my costume off. "Uh...my names Carly, I'm a med student. It's a whole program- don't even worry about it." I shake my head with a laugh.

"Oh, okay. Hey, look it's Spider-Man." He looks at the TV which had been playing the news. I looked up just in time to catch Pav(Spider-Man) catch my hand with a web after I fell off the bridge trying to keep a car up.

I should probably work out more.

I watch with a warm face as the entire scene from earlier plays out again, Pav wrapping me in a hug and me swinging away with a girl in my arms.

"Damn, Spider-Man and Spider-Woman are totally OTP."

[ganglygamer]

My personal thoughts on new LN3 trailer...

The Good:

We know the game is still being worked on.

Possible Purple Suit Guy reveal???

Possible confirmation of the "Spider Secretary Boss" theory.

The lights on the Ferris wheel were cool, though I can't tell if the wheel itself is still a 2D asset or not.

The Bad:

Whoever did the music is very clearly not Tobias and you can FEEL the difference.

I swear if they changed most of/the whole Necropolis to dusk/night just to please the people whining about it being "tOo OrAnGe" I'm going to scream. That dim lighting in the outdoor shots just...doesn't fit right imo.

The graphics are still a mixed bag imo since you can clearly tell what is made by Supermassive and what is just a reused asset from Tarsier. Also a number of SM's assets still look VERY unfinished to me.

When L+A land on the factory pipe you can literally see it clip into the other pipe and warp it's own "damaged" texture as it bends.

Reused Mono death screams as they fall from said pipe.

Robotic-ass Monster Baby movements during the bossfight(?) scene, like literally you can see her whole body is static as her head turns to one side in a straight line.

Reusing shots/animations from previous trailers.

Other Comments:

Did they change the spot where L+A get the umbrellas from where it was in the last demo?

More scenes of the furnace area with the Nome, where could this be?

All in all, I'm at least glad to know the game still exists. With that being said, it's sad to see that the game doesn't appear to have improved much from where it was back in October, which could be because of SM laying off 90 (so almost a third) of their employees while creating two other games simultaneously. I still want to hold out hope that the final game will be good or at the very least feel like Little Nightmares, but we'll have to see.

[le0thewe4id0]

MY ABOUT ME <333

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Alright so I've decided to make one of these since I don't have one I don't know why I didn't make one but I am now :)

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Info:

Name: Leo/Leonardo or Sam/Sammy

Age: I'm a minor that's all you need to know :)

Gender: M a l e

Pronouns: he/him/his

Sexuality: Bisexual and Trangender

(FTM)

Likes: One piece, Demon slayer, Parkour Civil, Content Smp, Lifesteal smp, OUTSIDERS SMP, life series, hermitcraft, Pirates Smp, Rats SMP 1 & 2, Art, Friends, Dogs, Food, Sleep, online friends, the gays, FPE, Showtime SMP, YouTube, Tiktok, Dress to impress, Pressure, Evade, TADC, COD, etc.

Dislikes: H0mophobia, Transph0bia, Rascim, Pick mes, Fake friends, Spiders, Loud noises, small spaces and being alone

Disorders: Combined ADHD and Dyslexia

Fav food: Regular Cheese cake and Ice cream favorite flavor, Cheesecake and mint chocolate chip

Fav color: Orange and purple

Fav place: ur moms house/jkjk (home :])

Fav time of year: December and October

Fav holiday: Halloween 🦇

Extra: I have a Tiktok account with 144 follower I think, I make fanart of people that I like, I have an online parent figure, I am a parent in my friend group, I listen to different kinds of music, I haven't came out to my parents, I am sadly a christian (no hate towards christianity), I absolutely despise pick mes I hate them with my guts, i am guilt as charge of being a simp for way to many people and I'm currently recovering I'm a surgery- (Don't. Ask.)

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Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@squ3aky.fuck3rl30?_t=8rcAXFHaW9j&_r=1

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(Note: while putting into he tags I didn't know there was a limit 😭😭))

[breakfast-cereal]

the world's three greatest detectives' Halloween philosophy

word count: 1.9k

description: Yagami Light's willpower is tested by a detective in a bad costume.

notes: written for Day 31 of @deathnotetober 2024

[main masterlist] [work on ao3]

(c: Munch)

“Don’t you think your costume is a little too on the nose, Light?” Ryuuk laughs, flicking the scythe lying on Light’s desk.

“It’s popular in America.” He slides his pen into the cupholder. “Plus, Sayu got it for me, and she wouldn’t let me leave the house without it.”

“Your love for the Shinigami is flattering. I think you might care about death more than I do.” 

The tassels on Ryuuk’s belt jingle as he swirls around the room, dragging his long nails through pumpkin and ghost garlands. 

Light swivels with a scowl. “My mom put those up; stop playing with them.” He shoves his homework into a black bag with a purple spider on the front, slipping a pencil into his pants pocket. “Of course, I care about death more than you do. All the Shinigami are indifferent. Some humans are, too.” 

“Killing people isn’t as fun as it seems.” The ghost charm falls from his hand and knocks against the wall. 

“I’m not killing people.” Light shrugs his cloak over his head. “There’s a difference between the Death Note and murder. I’m–”

“All you humans are so naïve.” Ryuuk interrupts. “I don’t have enough apples to listen to you get philosophical with me.”

Light rolls his eyes. “I have to go downstairs. Sayu and her friends are waiting for me.”

He tip-toes out of his door, careful to avoid the attention of Sayu’s friends giggling in the kitchen. Ryuuk trails behind him, throwing nail clippings into the carpet. Though Light knows no one else will see them, he glares at the disrespect. 

“You know, I’ve been reading some of those philosophy books you have on your shelf.”

Light nods, hoping Ryuuk will shut up. He doesn’t.

“That guy–what’s his name–Socrates?” He scratches his head. “Well, whatever his name is, he’s annoying. So human. All of you think too much for creatures who can die so easily. At least Shinigami are hard to kill.”

Light bites his cheek. The night should run smoothly if he can find some apples and maybe a pair of headphones. 

He meets his sister and her friends at the dining table, glancing at the water bottles stuffed into the girl’s purse next to him.

“You aren’t drinking, are you, Sayu?”

She guffaws and crosses her arms over her cat costume as a blush rises to her cheeks. “What!? No way. Don’t be such a prude, Light.”

“Light-kun is right,” L says, exiting the kitchen, already holding a handful of candies. “Drinking so young will make you stupid.”

“Ryuuzaki,” Light frowns. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a rude way to say hello to your guest.” He itches up his pant leg with his bare foot. “Your sister invited me in. Don’t you like my costume?” L smiles, wearing nothing but his regular clothing. Chocolate lines his gums. 

Light pinches between his brows. He might need to borrow a water bottle. 

“What are you supposed to be? A nuisance?”

“Light!” Sayu hits his arm. “Be nice to our guest. Ryuuzaki was just saying how helpful Dad’s been on the investigation.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Light-kun, you seem a bit—short-tempered. Is something the matter? Is it my costume?”

Like the annoying child he is, L flicks the edge of Light’s scythe. Ryuuk cackles, and Light swears a blood vessel in his forehead bursts.

“Your costume is quite fitting,” he leans in, the scent of chocolate and caramel hitting Light’s cheek. “Kira.” Light nearly combusts.

Ryuuk snorts, “Is this what you humans call reality TV?” 

Sayu’s friend, a short chubby girl who was obviously interested in Light a year earlier, laughs. “What are you two whispering about? Sayu says you’re part of an important investigation, Yagami-senpai. Is it about that?”

“Are girls your age supposed to be this nosey?” L tilts his head like he’s truly interested in the question he just asked. Itsuko, whose name Light only just remembered, flushes.

“What—no—I,” she sputters, adjusting the halo on her head. “Your brother’s friend is so mean, Sayu!”

“Light, tell Ryuuzaki to be nice. He’s upsetting my friends.”

L raises his hands defensively. “I was only asking a question.”

Light tightens his grip on his scythe. “Lay off, Ryuuzaki. You can’t barge in while you’re not even wearing a costume and act like you own the place.”

“But I am wearing a costume! I’m the world’s best detective. Like Sherlock Holmes.” He pops a chocolate into his mouth and throws the wrapper onto the floor.

Light turns to his sister, forcing a smile. “Are you ready to get going, Sayu? I saw some cool houses on my way back from school.” 

She nods, her cat ears bouncing as she hops down the hallway, arms linked with her friends.

While walking by L, Light hisses, “Behave. And pick up your garbage.”

His eyes widen, and a grin stretches across his chapped lips. Light hates him. “35%, Kira.”

“Shut up.”

“40%.”

The night is bitter, burning against Light’s cheeks. By the second block, his scythe is an uncomfortable weight in his fist. His cloak collects leaves and everything else on the ground within a metre distance.

L chews loudly on a gummy candy he pried from the hands of a little kid in a dinosaur costume. He only shrugged when they burst into tears, walking away before their mother could chew him out. 

For the smartest man in the world, he’s incredibly grating and inconsiderate. Every time he opens his weird, chapped mouth, Light fights the urge to whack him over the head with his scythe. It would probably raise his Kira percentage, whatever that means. 

“Light-kun,” he starts for the twelfth time that night. “Are you popular with kids your age?”

Light squawks. “Excuse me?”

“Well, I was just wondering since you seem to be out at Halloween with your sister instead of at a party. Now that you’re in university, I’m sure there are several parties you could go to, unless you weren’t invited, of course.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem showing up unannounced, Ryuuzaki,” he snaps.

“It wasn’t a personal insult, Light-kun. Merely a question.”

Ryuuk grips Light’s shoulders, dangling an earring in his face. “Light,” he whines. “When are we getting apples? I didn’t come out here for nothing! Not that this isn’t pretty interesting.”

Light swats his hand backwards. L’s gaze follows the movement, calculating, deciphering. His mind works faster than any regular person could imagine. Light despises him for it. 

“Yes, I’m popular with people my age, which I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.” 

L sucks on a lollipop, nodding.

“My priorities are set on school and the investigation. I’m only here to chaperone Sayu.” Light sidesteps a child wearing a sheet ghost costume, brushing against L’s shoulder. He’ll need to take a shower later.

Sayu’s friend in a devil costume laughs, jogging down the street to a house lit with red lanterns and covered in fake cobwebs. Several children crowd around the entrance to the garage, which is lined with caution tape. 

“Light,” she calls. “Let’s go into the haunted house!”

Light shakes his head with a laugh. “You go in with your friends. I’ll wait out here for you.”

“You’re no fun,” Sayu whines as she jumps into the garage with a giggle. 

Itsuko frowns, though Light can barely make out her lips in the darkness. “Are you sure, Yagami-senpai? You have the perfect costume for it!”

“Don’t worry,” L beams, wrapping his arm around Light’s shoulders. Light shrugs him off with a grimace. “Light-kun will have fun out here with me.”

Itsuko’s frown deepens and creases around her eyes and chin. Light feels the same, wanting nothing more than to deck L in the street, but that would draw too much attention.

“Don’t say things like that, Ryuuzaki. It’s weird.” 

“Am I not allowed to spend Halloween with my best friend?” He tilts his head like a dog.

Ryuuk scratches his arm, flaking off pieces of snow-white skin. “Does this mean I’m getting that apple, Light?”

“We aren’t friends.” Ryuuk opens his mouth again, and Light whacks him with his scythe, receiving a glare and a groan.

“That’s a little insulting.” 

L whips out another candy bar from his pocket. The wrapper is melted into the milk chocolate. He licks it while making direct eye contact. God, Light hates him.

“I thought we were friends.”

It takes all of his willpower not to laugh in L’s face. 

“Huh, did you?”

L drops onto the corner of the sidewalk and leans backwards on his hands to look up at the sky. 

“I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.”

Light furrows his brows. “Why so philosophical all of a sudden? Did I hurt your feelings that badly?”

“Look at the sky.”

Light tilts his head up, catching nothing out of the ordinary. The moon glows softly, overshadowed by heavy clouds. Streaks of blue and purple brush the edges of stars. It’s pretty, but Light doesn’t think much of those things. It would be prettier from above. 

“Is everything alright, Ryuuzaki?”

“Light-kun,” he sighs. “Why won’t you admit you’re Kira?”

“Excuse me? Stop saying things like that while we’re in public.” Light plops down on the sidewalk, far from where L is sitting. He rests his scythe on his knees. “You know I’m not. These accusations are ridiculous.”

He frowns, tipping his head down and obscuring his bug eyes with overgrown bangs. “I guess I should have known you wouldn’t confess like that.” L chews his cheek and pulls another chocolate out of his bag. “I always liked you, Yagami Light. Even if you are Kira.”

Light clenches his fists. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” L shrugs. He takes a bite of his chocolate and holds the remainder out to Light. “Want a piece?”

“That’s disgusting. How can you go from accusing me of being a serial murderer to offering me chocolate?”

“I know a few serial murderers who like chocolate.” The candy stains the tips of his fingers brown. He brushes them on his dark blue pants, already overlaid with stains. For the second time, he’s wearing a pair of beat-up tennis shoes. 

Light rolls his eyes. Of course, he knows serial murderers. That weirdo probably is one. “I don’t like sweet things.”

“100%, Light-kun, or should I call you Kira? What type of monster doesn’t like sweets?”

Light opens and closes his mouth but decides against commenting. He inhales and looks up at the sky once more. The colours are muted, but flashes of reds and oranges reflect from children laughing and strewn candy wrappers. 

“Even if you are Kira, Light–” It’s the first time he says Light’s name with any sense of honesty– ”I would still wish you a Happy Halloween.”

“Thanks, Ryuuzaki.”

“So, do you like my costume?” He meets Light’s gaze with a wry smile. 

Light hates him, but for the moment, all he sees are bug eyes and chapped lips, so human he feels ink on his fingers.  

“Happy Halloween, Ryuuzaki. I think Sayu is calling for me.”

On his way home, Light tugs a plush apple from the tree and tosses it to Ryuuk. His mind spins with accusations as his scythe drags on the ground. Ryuuk says nothing. 

I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.

It means more than L could ever imagine. 

Light tosses Ryuuk another apple. “Happy Halloween, Ryuukie. I’ll get you more apples this Christmas.”

[steddiebang]

death. (pull up to the second window, please)

Author: @acidicbarkbeast l Artist: @kaspurrcat l Artist: @astradews Posting on Saturday, November 25

The fight has been won, and the war is over, but not without its casualties. While Eddie wakes from his coma, he is devastated to find that Steve has, inexplicably, not been so lucky. With doctors at a loss, El recruits Eddie, Robin, and Dustin, to delve into Steve’s sleeping mind, and find what has its claws sunk into their friend and babysitter. What they discover is the bloody mess of Steve’s various past lives— and deaths. The group must not only find the real Steve, but also convince him of his reality; one where Vecna is dead, and where they can finally have some peace.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

CW; implied suicide, mentions of injury, mentions of death

“Someone’s here already.” Dustin said, pointing. At the shoreline, there was the silhouette of a fellow sitting on a rock, though the dying sun cast them in shadow, “You didn’t accidentally bring anyone else in, did you? I mean, could you?”

El shook her head, eyeing the back of the stranger curiously.

“Do you think it’s some malicious entity?” Robin asked, holding onto Eddie’s arm, “Like an evil spirit? Maybe Steve’s being haunted.”

“No.” The girl tilted her head, calculating. She crept slowly toward the still figure, and the others seemed to hold their breath in anticipation. A few steps behind, they trailed her, shoes rolling over rocks and small pebbles. The person didn’t react to their presence at all, as much as they were making their presence known.

From his distance, Eddie could tell they were wet, as if having been in the water, though they sat perfectly still now. It was only a bit disconcerting, but where supergirls walked, he would trust to follow.

“Steve?” El asked, and all but the boy in question perked up at the name.

Everything clicked suddenly; those broad shoulders, the rumpled camo jacket, the burning red of a dirtied scar looping around his neck. His hair, usually well-tousled and gravity-defying, was flat and plastered to his forehead. He didn’t move.

Eddie looked past an unresponsive Steve, out over the quarry. In the distant middle of the water, protruded some metal arm, and from that, bellowed mouthfuls of opaque exhaust. The smokey plume rose till it dissipated clear into the painted clouds. Eddie could smell it; long put-out, burning fuel. What had happened here?

“Steve.” Dustin tried, and then Robin too. There was another bloated moment of worrying silence, until Steve breathed a quiet sigh, and seemed to come back into himself, like a spirit possessing a body. Still, he said nothing. Eddie walked around the group, placing himself between the water’s bank and Steve’s empty gaze.

“Harrington?” He prompted, and Steve’s wide eyes snapped to him, bright and yet not, like weak sunlight through morning fog.

Eddie inhaled sharply at the fragile state of the younger, cracked like dropped porcelain. One side of his face was bruised a sickly myriad of blues and lilacs, dark splotches where the vessels beneath had burst. A belt of shining stars, pin-pricks of sharded glass, had embedded themselves into the damaged skin, where thin trails of blood trickled down Steve’s jaw and dripped onto his clothes.

“Eddie…?” Steve wondered, squinting as much as he was able. A spider web of blown veins washed the eye on his bad side a pale red, lids puffy and purple. That eye was duller than the other, half-way swollen, and seemed to track him lazily. He chuckled airily, “I must really be losing it.”

“‘Evie?” Robin pleaded, a wobble to her voice, “What happened?”

Looking down at his hands, Steve’s fingers spasmed. He clenched them into trembling fists, and instinctively began running his thumbs over his smallest knuckles. Still looking away, only mildly delirious, he mumbled, “I thought it would work. I thought it would hold— It was supposed to.” He shook his head forcefully, “I had no choice. ‘Always the idiot.”

Eddie took the liberty to walk to his other side, where he could closer see the punch of dried blood matted into his hair. He couldn’t make any sense of things. Why were they at the quarry of all places? Why was Steve all beat up? Did he get into an accident?

El stepped forward, frame strong and face unmoored. It wasn’t out of stoicness, but of compassioned knowing, understanding that the sooner they completed their duty, the sooner they could comfort Steve in the waking world. She said, “We are here to save you. You are dreaming. You need to come with us, and wake up.”

He turned to her fully, raising his head from his slumped shoulders. The setting sun sparkled across the beads of glass knitted into his cheek. It was almost ethereal, “Dreaming…?” He breathed, looking sad, “I can’t wake up. I’m dead.”

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