#tbh the thought of all the other smiling critters walking on all fours is funny

[shaampoo]

Is Catnap walking on all fours in the game a metaphor for him becoming more "wild and violent", like reverting back into a wild animal hunting down anything

Or is it that all smiling critters walk on all fours, but since we never see any other smiling critters walk (not counting the little critters, who, by the way, also crawl on all fours, and Dogday sadly doesn't help), we sadly do not have any evidence (that I know of)

[pickalilywrites]

Rivetra for The Spiderman movie please?

Send me a ship and a movie and I’ll write a one-shot!

You Don’t Have To Be Alone

I’ve actually only seen the Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield one although I hear the recent Tom Holland movie is excellent! Spiderman is probably one of my favorite Marvel heroes to watch in film tbh. 

Levi’s kind of a curious choice to be Spiderman (personality-wise they’re quite different, at least from what I’ve seen in the movies) but it was pretty fun imagining what it’d be like if he were!

He picks up the phone as soon as he sees the stupid scientist’s name flicker across his screen. If anyone knows what’s wrong with him, she does.

“You better have something good to tell me,” he growls. There were some things that were a little more convenient than others. The superhuman strength, for example, and the heightened senses like hearing and sensing movements in his surroundings. But other things were just weird or plain disgusting, like the strange webby fluid that came from his wrists. It’s not that difficult for him to hide these things from his classmates; it’s not like he talks to very many people anyway, but it’s fucking annoying.

“I have two things to tell you,” Hanji chirps on the phone. She either doesn’t mind his harsh tone or doesn’t care, although it’s quite possible that she hasn’t taken notice of it either. A part of him thinks that the scientist, although a highly gifted employee at Titan Corp., is kind of an airhead. “The bad news is that I have no idea if we can ever reverse the effects of the spider bite. The good news is that it seems to have altered your DNA for the better. Super strength, heightened senses, your enhanced physiology. You could be a superhero! And I took a look at that fluid sample from your wrists. Did you know it’s made up of that same stuff that spiderwebs are made up of? It’s pretty incredible.”  

“How is any of that good news?” he hisses. Sure, maybe it’s every kid’s dream to be a superhero but he’s not a kid. “If you guys were going to have something as disgusting as a spider around, you guys should have locked it up properly.” His free hand reaches up to his neck. The bump from where the spider bit him isn’t as prominent as it was the day he got it, but he can still feel it when he rubs his thumb across it.

“Hey, it wasn’t just any spider. It was a genetically enhanced spider for scientific purposes! And normal spiders aren’t bad either. They’re just misunderstood! People just paint the little critters as villains because they’re scared and don’t know any better.”

He’s about to tell her he doesn’t have time to listen to her chatter on about the wonders of spiders and their abilities, but a voice from behind calls him. “Levi!”

There aren’t a lot of people who would shout his name and normally that sort of thing would bother him. He hates his name being shouted for so many other people to hear, but he knows that voice and he’d be stupid to ignore the girl calling for him. “I’ll call you back later,” he says, interrupting Hanji in the middle of her sentence and not even bothering to say goodbye before he hangs up.

Petra looks curiously at him as he hurriedly shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “Was that important? You could have just told me you were busy,” she says to him.

“It wasn’t important,” he lies.

She wrinkles her nose at him, showing she doesn’t believe him. “Alright. I just wanted to make sure you were still coming over to study. You are, right?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “You’ll be home at four, right? When your club meeting ends.” He’s not actually sure how he’s managed to snag a study session with Petra Ral. He’s not actually sure why she’s invited him to her house for studying, but he’s sure as hell going to go along with it because there’s really no other way he’d get close to her.

She smiles at him and she has a dimple in her cheek, he notices. “Yeah. I’ll text you if I’m out early though.” She glances at her watch. “Better go before I’m late. I’ll see you later, Levi.” She leaves but not before reaching out to squeeze his arm, giving him a smile before she walks away.

He’s never really been the type to stop and stare in awe, but for some reason he’s rooted to his spot and he watches as Petra disappears in the crowd of people in the hallway. He would probably stand there all day if left uninterrupted, but his phone vibrates violently in his pocket and snaps him out of his daze.

It’s Hanji again.

“Did you have something else to tell me?” he asks, a little miffed that the scientist feels the need to call him up twice in such a short period of time.

“Was that a girl calling your name before you hung up on me?” she asks. “Her voice is cute! She’s not your girlfriend, is she? You never said you had a girlfriend. I can’t really imagine you with one, to be honest. You’re kind of a dark and brooding loner. Some girls like that though. Maybe that’s it?”

He hangs up without saying anything and makes a mental note not to pick up for her anytime soon.

“Heroes are really something,” she murmurs as she scrolls through an article on her laptop.

Petra, Levi has discovered, isn’t that great at studying. She does it in spurts. Reads something for thirty minutes, then fools around by looking at cat pictures or reading articles about heroes saving the city. He’s never been able to take breaks like that. He has to do everything at once or not at all. He scolded her once or twice for fooling around but she always tells him that she retains information when she studies this way.

“Stop looking up pictures of Captain America,” he tells her, not even bothering to glare at her anymore because he’s too used to this.

She turns her laptop around, a picture of the blonde supermodel superhero on her screen. “Captain America? More like ‘Commander Handsome,’ right?”

He doesn’t bother responding to that. “Why do you like superheroes so much?” he asks instead.

“Hmm?” she turns the laptop back to face her, typing a few things in. She’s probably looking for more pictures of Captain America or some other superhero that everyone else is spazzing about. He thinks she has an unhealthy obsession with them, but then again everybody seems to these days. She finally tears her eyes away from her screen to look at him. “You don’t like them?”

He shrugs. It’s not that he hates them. He just doesn’t understand them. He can’t see these all-powerful people saving others out of the goodness of their hearts. It didn’t seem to be a good enough reason. “I’m indifferent,” he replies.

“Well,” Petra says. She sets her laptop on her bed next to her and closes it. “When people are helpless, shouldn’t you help them if you have the ability to instead of looking the other way? It makes people less alone, I think, especially when they feel helpless.”

And maybe that’s why he doesn’t get it. Because he’s always been alone and now he doesn’t feel like he owes the world a thing. He never asked for these powers and even if they are a blessing, why should he use them to help people who would have turned a blind eye on him in the past? Where had they been when he cowered in the corner when strange men came home with his mother? Where were they when he and his mother didn’t have food for days? And where were they when he finally watched his mother pass away, leaving him truly alone?

“Levi.” Her voice breaks him away from his train of thought and she’s leaning towards him now, her hand stretched out to brush his hair away from his eyes. “Are you okay?”

He grabs her wrist, stopping her from touching her face and he can see that he’s gripping her too hard because of how she’s wincing. He lets go just as quickly as if he were burned. “I’m fine,” he mutters. “Let’s get back to studying.”

She opens her mouth and it appears that she’s about to say something, but she shuts her mouth and just nods, opening her laptop again.

He’s always been okay with silence. He finds it peaceful, but this time it’s different. It’s so quiet that it’s giving him a headache and he can’t stand the distance he feels growing between them. And he probably can’t close the gap, he’ll probably end up alone again, but he finds himself reaching for her hand and whispering, “I’m sorry,” in a voice so desperate that he doesn’t realize how much he wants to fix this until now.

She looks at his hand so tentative on hers and she sees his face. He’s ready for her to pull her hand away from his but she abandons her laptop, pulls him into her arms. “I know,” she tells him.

He wraps his arms around her and doesn’t let go.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and sighs, not even bothering to glance at the screen when he picks up because he already knows who it is. “Do you have to call me all the time?” he asks.

“Do I have to call you every time you rescue a cat from a tree? Save people from an impending doom? Prevent total destruction of the world?” Hanji asks on the other end. She always has impeccable timing, calling him the second he’s done with one of his unintended hero tasks. It’s like she has cameras everywhere. “Yeah, I do! What if something happens to you? You should be flattered I care about you so much!”

“It’s not flattering, it’s just a bother,” he tells her.

As usual, she just laughs it off as if it were just a joke. “You’re funny, Levi,” she says. “But you know, I’ve really got to wonder why you’re doing all this. Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in being a hot shot superhero? I’m pretty sure you’re the only thing the people in this city talk about now.”

He had never meant to be a hero, not then and not now. It just sort of happened. It started with him helping a cat out of a tree. It wouldn’t be a big deal, he decided. He just had to pull over his hood to obscure his face a little, use his new webbing powers to reach the cat, and then bring it back down. He’d do it and leave it before anyone could see him. The only problem was that someone did see him. It was a kid who was probably in elementary school who had come to see where the crying cat was.

“You saved that cat!” the kid said, wide-eyed.

“Uh, I guess,” Levi mumbled, trying to pull his hood down over his face more.

“Are you some kind of superhero?” the kid asked suspiciously, trying to sneak a peek at Levi’s face.

“No,” Levi said hastily. “Why would you say that?”

“I saw you get down on from that tree with this string stuff from your hands!” the kid said. He was speaking a little too loudly, but Levi didn’t know how to shut the kid up. “You were like some kind of…spider man!”

“You’re just seeing things,” Levi said, pushing past the kid and the stupid cat that kept rubbing at his legs. He was trying to act natural, but he was probably walking too quickly to seem completely unsuspicious. “Go to school!”

He should have been a lot more cautious after that, perhaps just avoided any type of heroic act entirely, but things just kept popping up. It used to be just simple things like saving people who were crossing the street at the wrong time and preventing them from being hit by a bus. Then things just started escalating. There were “meta-humans,” as Hanji called them, popping up over the city. People with superhuman powers that were able to control the elements. Some of them were heroes, part of a team that people referred to as the Avengers, but others came to terrorize the city. So of course, he found himself in the middle of everything he had meant to keep away from and the next thing he knew, his hooded figure and dreadful superhero name (which ended up being “Spiderman,” a hero name that a ten-year-old could think up) were splattered on every newspaper and television screen.

“It just sort of happened,” he says to Hanji after a while.

She snorts. “Please, I’ve been begging you for it and you would just grumble to me about how you didn’t owe the world a damn thing.”

He still stood by that thought. He still doesn’t owe anyone anything, but he sometimes thinks about what Petra said. Maybe he could make it so that those who are in need the most aren’t alone.

“My friend’s more convincing than you,” he tells her.

“Must be a good friend,” Hanji muses.

“Yeah, well. She’s not bad, I guess.”

She’s on his doorstep and he has to stop himself from slamming the door in her face. He’s faced monsters with unnatural powers, so why is it that a normal girl like her makes him want to run away?

“What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t make any room for her to come in, but she pushes past him and walks into his apartment. It’s a mess no matter how much he cleans it. His uncle’s a slob and leaves his trash everywhere. The only real clean space is Levi’s room, but Petra looks too angry to care about how messy his place is.

“What are you hiding?” she asks. She’s planted herself firmly in the center of the living room, making it clear that she didn’t plan on leaving unless he gave her a clear answer.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he mutters, but he doesn’t know why he even bothers lying to her. She knows him too well and she’s too stubborn to give up. “Petra, it’s really nothing.”

“You don’t even show up to classes half of the time. You don’t return my calls. I haven’t talked to you in days, Levi,” she says. She’s angry, but she’s trying hard not to cry. “What are you doing that you can’t tell me?”

He can’t bring himself to tell her. It’s too dangerous for her to know. But he can’t bring himself to lead her out of the apartment either. He stands in place and lets her walk closer to him, her hand reaching out to push back the hood of his jacket, so she can see his face. He closes his eyes when she finally pulls it back and hears her gasp when she sees the cuts and bruises on his face.

“Levi,” she whispers, “what happened?”

“I’m sorry.”

She should walk out right now, leave him alone like he had always been, but she takes him in her arms. “Don’t be sorry,” she tells him. “Just tell me what’s wrong. So you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

And he does.