#the home of phobia. i would like to look at my guys with no eye strain smh

[dollyhao]

ellie standing on big business!! smut, mating press, dirty talk, slight internalized lesbian phobia, strap on (r!receiving)

ellie loves you so so much. she loves that she knows you like the back of her hand and vice versa. she loves when you guys are joking and laughing together or laying together in bed talking about random shit. she loves when your watching movies together. she loves touching and feeling you.

all these things are the best times in her life, she just wishes that she wasn’t such a secret. that when you go outside together, you dont push away her hugs or swat away her sneaky hands when they reach for your ass. or when she tries to kiss you you don’t dodge them. you give her the same excuse everytime.

“you know we can’t els…” why? because your a fucking model and she guesses the public knowing you are a raging lesbian with a masc gf would ruin your job opportunities (so you seem to think). but when you decide to take her out on her birthday and buy her a beautiful and very expensive guitar and took her out to dinner she can’t help but be reminded of why she fell in love with you.

but you had to ruin it. when you walk out the restaurant after dinner smiling at her, telling her happy birthday. she smiles back leaning in to kiss your lips. you pull away really fast giving her an awkward giggle. ellie’s face drops, why tf does she feel like she’s in love with her straight friend and not her girlfriend?

ellie climbs into the driver seat of the car with a attitude, not saying anything when you climb in. she drives you guys home, silent and face scrunched up in frustration. it’s her fucking birthday for goodness sake, this shit is getting out of hand.

you nervously fidget in your seat. you know you done fucked up this time. so when ellie has your legs pressed by your ears, in a mating press on your bed, tears welled up in your eyes, your not surprised.

“ellie im sorry!” you squeal as you feel her strap brutalize your cervix. “it’s my mf birthday!” she grumbles out accentuating every word with a harsh thrust. “ur too deep els,” you whimper out, pushing at her lower stomach trying to get her to take some out.

she throws your hand away, over your bullshit. “who this pussy belong to?” she says slowing her thrust down when you start clenching down on her. “you~” you whine out now desperate for her to make you cum. “you ever dodge my kiss again…” her hips pick up speed again, “no never again, i promise!” you moan out throwing your head back as you clench around her again.

ellie leans down to kiss you in the messiest way possible, all tongue and spit as she gets wtf led y’all to this moment. you suck on her tongue as you cum on her dick, raking your nails up her back in a desperate attempt to get her closer to you.

she gets off, kneeling between your legs before tapping your face a couple times as you doze off. “got something to say?” you look at her with a fucked out look on your face, “happy birthday, baby”

[fanartist666]

TW: Discussion of needles, phobias and blood Reader can be anyone, tried to be as gender neutral as possible, just rambling tbh, Price is a big soft baby and needs to be coddled when he isn't spoiling you

I headcanon this man as being scared of needles.

Hear me out, going by Barry's height Price is like 6'3, and just look at the size of him! Yeah he has Ser Harwin Strong vibes and absolutely would beat the shit out of anyone that ever insulted you and he kills people. But imagine if he was unreasonably scared of it, and it gets worse around you.

Not because you're bad for him, or you make him feel unsafe, but the opposite. His walls come down around you, and you make him feel the safest he's ever felt, so instead of gritting his teeth and hyperventilating a little (shutting down very mildly) but getting himself through it when he's away, he's got the safety to express his actual terror around you.

You go with him to get blood drawn, or a vaccination, and the phlebotomist comes out and asks if you can come in because your fucking bear of a husband is bouncing off the walls because he can't handle it.

It wasn't until ten had passed that you suspected there might be something wrong. Maybe he'd passed out, you thought with a soft snort at the absurdity of the idea. John wasn't squeamish, but it shouldn't have taken this long, surely?

"Alright luvvie, see you in a min." John said, kissing your forehead as he left to step into a little consult room. Shouldn't be long, he was going to take you for coffee afterwards, so you took out your phone and crossed your legs in the waiting room chair. The same weird, NHS logo blue and white tones in seemingly every hospital with the sickly green floors. You wrinkled your nose slightly at the stench of antiseptic stinging at the inside of your skull and settled for a five minute wait.

Just as you raised your head to glance at the clock, the door John had walked through opened, and a nurse stuck her head out.

"Is there a (Y/N) Price here?" You stood up immediately, mouth going dry at the thought that something could have gone wrong. It was only a blood sample, what the hell could have happened?

"Yes, yes that's me- is everything alright?" You asked, squeezing your phone so tight your knuckles were going white.

"No need to worry! We're just having a little trouble, would you be able to come in?" You nodded and followed her in. Your eyes landed on your very embarrassed, jumpy husband.

"John?" You asked, coming closer to him but he kept his eyes fixed on the floor.

"I don't like needles." He mumbled as you took his hand, immediately feeling his weight against your shoulder. "Apparently when I'm home, I can't cope so well."

"Oh John... Sweetheart, you could've told me." You said, kissing his cheek and taking his massive shoulders under your arms as he pressed his hot, red face into your neck.

And that was how you wound up with your 6'3 200+lbs husband half in your lap, stroking his hair and holding his hand while he had his blood sample taken, and walked out hand in hand. In return for your silence, he bought you a pastry, which you accepted, but promised him wasn't needed. Inwardly you were actually pleased that he felt safe enough with you near him to not force down his fears, to express them and by extension, himself.

If the 141 boys ever saw him with you they'd hardly recognise him, he's the same guy, his personality never changes, but he's a hundred times more expressive in every way.

idk this just kinda poured outta my head lmao

[httpdwaekki]

phobia | b.c.

summary: you have arachnophobia but luckily you had an aussie to help you with it.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of spiders! i tried not to get too specific but they are still mentioned heavily.

a/n: my first request ah! @anjian03 ty so much for the request, i hope i did this justice :) i honestly might write a felix version in the in the future so definitely let me know if that's something you'd want :) anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you never liked bugs, never have, never will. spiders in particular, terrify you. no matter how small, what color, you will always hate them. naturally, you fell in love with an australian, which was both a blessing and a curse. 

now chan is well aware of your dislike of bugs, even more so of your phobia of spiders. so when he invited you to go back home with him, you were hesitant. of course you wanted to meet his family and berry but all you could think about is the 8 legged arachnids that reside in his home country.

chan could see the immediate panic that took over your features. you were well aware of how irrational your fear was, and you definitely didn’t want it to get in the way of you meeting your boyfriend’s family but you couldn’t help it.

“you’re worried about the spiders right?” you nod, picking at the now chipped nail polish that covered each finger. you were sat across from him on your couch, head hung in embarrassment. he gently grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. 

“hey,” he shakes your hand gently, making you to look at him, “i get it, okay? you don’t have to go if it’ll stress you out too much. you don’t have too, okay?” you quickly shake your head.

“no no, i wanna come.” you reassure him. “are you sure?” he asks, searching your eyes for uncertainty. “yes, i wanna meet berry and your family and see where you grew up.” you nod smiling, squeezing his hand. 

“okay, i’ll be there the whole time okay?” he reassures you. you lean forward, placing a loving kiss to his plush lips, before wrapping your arms around his neck. “i know channie,” placing a soft kiss on his neck. “thank you.”

a few months later, chan finally has a break and you find yourself in the warm city of sydney, australia. you had been there for a few days, and it wasn’t as bad as you had imagined. you hadn’t even thought about the arachnids since meeting his family.

 simply focusing on chan enjoying the limited time he had home with his family. it was nice to see him so relaxed, and carefree, not worrying about deadlines or comebacks, just enjoying life.

and that’s exactly what he looked like now, playing with berry as you helped his mom clean up from the delicious dinner she had cooked. she was finishing washing the last of the dishes as you dried them. you both went back and forth, telling your own stories about chan, laughing and smiling at the precious boy in the next room.

after the dishes, she starts tying the bag in the trash can. you stop her, “oh, mrs.bang, i can grab that.” she quickly shakes her head. “no sweetheart, you’re a guest, i’ve got it.”  you shake your head right back. 

“please? you cooked all day and i think my mother would yell at me if she found out i didn’t do more to help.” you insisted, reaching for the bag. she relents, handing you the bag, “okay, you win, the trash is  just around the house, but make sure you put on the light. you never know what nasty buggers are running around out there.” she laughs.

your blood suddenly runs cold, a stark reminder of the things that made you scared to come here in the first place. you knew she was joking, just a light hearted comment but you couldn’t help but freeze.

she looks at you concerned, “are you okay?” you smile, nodding. “yes sorry, i’ll be right back.” you make a quick exit, finding the side door, making sure to flip the light switch first.

once outside of the door you take a moment to breathe. you look out to the australian sunset, trying to relax for a moment. it was still light out, but still dark enough to need the light. after a moment or two you finally move towards the trash cans.

unbeknownst to you, chan had made his way out to follow you. his mom asking him to check on you as you were taking a while, before making her way to her room. this set off silent alarms in chan’s head, as he was well aware of the presence of the specific 8-legged creatures that you loathed surrounding the trash bins.

as he made it to the door, he hears the unmistakable sound of your scream. he quickly yanks the door, yelling your name. you run into him, letting out another yelp. “hey hey, jagiya, it’s just me, it’s chan, you’re okay.” you shove your face into his neck, hands shaking as you wrap your arms around him.

he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back, glancing behind you where he finds the trash bag on the floor, and the dreaded 8-legged creature on the handle to the trash bin. he places a kiss to the side of your head, “are you okay to wait for me by the door?’ he whispered into your ear. you nod your head, slowly releasing him, making your way back to the door.

he quickly moves to grab the bag, brushing the spider off with the bag before lifting the lid, placing the bag inside. he makes his way back to you, opening the door, ushering you inside. “come on, let’s wash our hands quick, then we can lay down.” you nodded, making your way to the sink.

the shaking slowly subsides as you slowly wash your hands. chan notices the slight shake stil present in your hands. he softly wraps his soap covered hands over yours, stopping your movements. “you okay baby?” he leans over, whispering into your ear. you nod your head, you’re face heating up in embarrassment. “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, quickly rinsing your hands before drying them. he places his hands to your warm cheeks, your eyes shiny as they look into his. “you have nothing to apologize for, okay?” you slightly nod your head.

“you got scared, it happens it’s okay.” his thumbs gently rubbing your soft cheeks. “i’m so proud of you, my brave baby.” your cheeks become even warmer. you let out a giggle, dropping your head, shaking it a bit. 

“i’m serious bubs, i know you were scared to go out there but you still went.” you smile, placing a kiss on the side of his mouth. “ come on, let’s go lay down.” he grabs your hand, leading you to his childhood room, where you spent the rest of the night, cuddled together, looking at chan’s babies pictures.

you may never get over your phobia but at least you have chan with you to help you.

do not repost

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: with a broken heart

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ When Miguel fell so hard for an anomaly that ended up being another one of his canon events; a soulmate.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ fluff, angst?, reader is a hot Hispanic sunshine, plot twist at the end, age gap? (How old is Miguel?, like 28, early 30's?, reader is like 20 not specified) I'm 19, so in my head reader is 20, fuck it <3.

𝐀𝐍_ hellooo, this is my Ist fic for this fandom, I've been trying to hide this crush for weeks, I can't anymore.

♪ ♫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖.

<3,𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙭 (+fics)

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[ 2 months before the events of SPIDERMAN: ATSV]...

Nothing is perfect; nothing can be that special. But somehow, you ended up being that, or at least almost.

Because this is how everything starts; you were stressing out for college sophomore year finals when in the middle of your room, a portal opened and absorbed you.

Sounds incredibly ridiculous and cringe... Right?. Well, it's about to get worse.

The portal only left you there, hanging between random universes. There you are seeing how your shoes fly away and your hair is tangling like crazy, and out of nowhere, a spider that seemed like it was made of silver bit you. And seconds later, you were back at home stressing over the finals.

Yeah, you didn't think it would be a problem, only that it increased your phobia of spiders. Later, you accepted that Los Angeles would have an arachnid vigilante.

Yeah, Los Angeles. No shit, you wouldn't fly to save New York in your universe just to fit the stereotype. Besides, they already had one. One who died and then the most significant and original anomaly, Miles Morales.

That's for later, by the way.

You had your suspicions of the existence of the multiverse but no curiosity. You only cared about your sacred home and, to be more specific, your friends and family.

So it goes; you were a spider-woman with sassy webs and fantastic hair, saving people from the crime on Skid Row, abusive elites in Downtown, corruption in Glendale, etc etc.

Your family didn't knew about it, nor friends. Social media gave you a cool but weird surname; Aragmatica.

So you had everything; no pressure from being the spider-woman Aragmatica, wonderful friends, and family. A transcription remote job and a firm college pathway to be a writer and teacher. Though, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to meet the Spiderman from New York. Your abilities were barely used, so the news about your existence were remotely passed by. That's why you were completely fine with it, you had everything.

Except for one thing; love.

You didn't have anyone to hold, anyone who made you laugh. Someone who made you feel the scarlet blush and raced heartbeats. Thus, Why would you care for that? You were so young and you didn't need that commitment yet.

Finally, your official transcript from that year was carefully sealed in an envelope. Summer break was yours, starting with a good ballet class.

Your spider senses weren't fully developed because you never saw 4 pair of eyes watching you.

The class was fun, though. All the music was from the most famous plays, and having the opportunity to wear a tutu was always accepted.

You didn't care coming out of the building wearing it after the friendly teacher gifted you the fluffy piece of clothing.

You also didn't care to sing slightly aloud as you walked towards your car.

And that's when 4 individuals interfered with your way; Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown, and Gwen Stacy.

"Uh... nice cosplays. But the Comic-Con is more to the south. In San Diego..." They looked at each other. Only the older guy stepped further, laughing.

"Oh, you're funny. There's also one in my universe, but it's celebrated in Coney Island and-" only that Gwen pinched him. The older man frowned.

"She's leaving, Peter," Gwen said.

"Hey! Wait!" Peter stopped you from closing your car door, and you looked more confused than ever.

"Dude, back off. There must be kids near us. You don't want to do this..." Hobie giggled. He had remained leaning against a mailbox during the whole interaction.

"What? No-, I-. We need to talk to you... we're also spider people" Rolling your eyes, you just rested your head on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, your suits are too good to be a cosplay. I like your pointe shoes though" Gwen blushed but said thank you for your flattery.

"I'm Peter B. Parker. The guy with the cool outfit that's Hobie Brown. And the girl with the pointe shoes you liked is Gwen Stacy" They looked lovely. Hobie and Gwen, probably your age, but you were running late for dinner. You had to drop the transcript for validation in early registration for admissions to transfer.

You didn't have time for this "Have you heard of the Avengers initiative?" Type of moment.

The best you could do was politely turn them down. But they were already inside your car.

"Hey!. Okay, if this is some spider intervention, I don't have time to travel between universes and that stuff" Hobie started playing your radio. Again, you rolled your eyes.

"This is good music, girl. Nice.." he said, making you smile a little. He seemed nicer.

"Thanks, but." Then Gwen interrupted you.

"You could be dangerous or cause a massive disaster for canon. You are a rare case between spiders" For the first time, you were quiet. Maybe that omen was this, that not everything could be perfect.

"You felt it...." Peter said because your silence was loud enough to tell him.

"You knew about us then?"

"The multiverse and variations are not a thrill in this universe, but I wasn't expecting this on a random Friday afternoon. Besides that, Why don’t you go and ask the famous Spiderman from this earth? " you explained and questioned. They all exchanged looks, which makes you grow curious, but you ignore it of course.

"That Spiderman is not our problem right now. Our boss wants to meet you. We need to know what type of anomaly you are" They all heard you sighing. You had too many questions but also tired, so you wouldn't be annoyingly asking them millions of questions.

"Okay." Peter shrugged in disbelief.

"That's it?. No questions?" Gwen passed you a blue band, probably to travel between universes.

"Not energetic nor annoying. Miguel will like her," Hobie stated, comfortable in the passenger seat.

"Just don't smile too much, avoid questions, and you'll be fine" Humming in agreement, you waited.

A portal of bright colors and blinding flashes appeared seconds later from your car's windshield. It was different from what you expected. In the movies looked easier.

"Okay, here we go..." Peter announced. And with fast blood pressure, you followed them.

It was a prolonged free fall and the twists in your stomach were getting painfully evident. What seemed to last a minutes was actually a second, and you had no time to land properly.

The first thing you felt was the urge to complain on the ground. Laying on your stomach, with your hair in a now disheveled bun.

Everyone turned to look at you, finally noticing you were wearing a tutu and leotard in grey and black colors.

"Lost your hoodie?" Gwen asked, being the first to start giggling, followed by the others.

"Could any of you have alerted me to prepare for this type of landing?" You asked no one in particular. Then you analyzed Gwen's question.

"MY hoodie!. Damnit, it was new!" And that's how you lost 75 dollars. But soon, you stopped thinking about the new tour merch you lost.

It was a bright earth, futuristic and agitated. And as soon as you entered the giant building, you noticed it was full of spider people.

From any size to any color, but... no one was similar to you. Well, you didn't have a suit yet, but... you couldn't feel a spider sense with anyone. Well, you could, since the place was full of spiders people, but there's an specific tingle that lets you know when you share similar abilities or DNA with other spiders.

"Surprised?" Gwen asked, walking by your side.

"Well. I'd rather say disturbed," she giggled.

"You're unlike any spider I've met," the blonde added.

"Oh please, I can't be that special." Bored or not, you were missing dinner. Your family would be worried if you didn't come back past midnight. Hopefully, your first interaction with another universe will be quick.

"Oh, but you are. That's why you're here..." said a new voice. When you turned, you were even more confused.

A pregnant spider-woman?. Could you feel any weirder?.

"Uhh- Hi...I'm y/n, this is the weirdest day of my life" She nodded laughing. Her yellow glasses were very cool, you liked her look in general.

"We know that. But let's go, Miguel needs to see you..." and officially, that was the beginning of everything.

The HQ was futuristic, wide and full of people. Everything was so weird that edged being ridiculous. Until, the group of spiders lead you to a dark room. Full of technology and chemistry stuff.

For the first time, you felt a tingle when he finally faced you; Miguel O'Hara. And to be honest, his broad and tall figure intimidated you.

He said you were a bizarre anomaly. You were the only spider person who had been bitten between universes. Meaning that you were an accident. While there must be variants of you, none of them were spiders, nobody was like you.

Unconsciously, your own canon was building up as every day passed, like a plague. Any of your actions were vital for everyone. One bad movement and everything could go to hell.

He offered you a place in the group to keep order among universes. Suspicious, but seemed honest at the same time.

"I appreciate the offer, but I have a degree to finish. And I got enrolled for summer ballet classes..." you said, ambling towards the exit. The man sighed, not ready to deal with another extroverted spider like most of his coworkers.

"No. You need to be a responsible spiderwoman and do what you're expected to do," the man said, intimidating you more as he towered you. Beside getting lost in his amazing hair, intriguing brown eyes and sharp jaw, your thoughts were running. Maybe you were being selfish. Most of the people in the room had lost a lot and you hadn't. This was the least you could do.

"You just said I'm an accident. There are no expectations from me. I can't break canon. I'm making my own, What could go wrong?..." you dared to say, avoiding looking into his brown eyes.

"You want to find out?" a little closer, and you would touch his chest. Besides, the tingle was back. Miguel also felt it, but he called it on you being angered by this new phase you would enter.

You knew he was going to be hard to deal with from now on. But deep inside, you liked the feeling he had planted on your stomach.

"No.." you admitted. Slightly afraid of losing what you had. He smiled but for less than a second.

"That's what I thought" After that, it was history.

Two months. And things were... okay.

You made a great friendship with Peter and Hobie. Something inside you was stopping you from trusting Gwen at all.

Then, Jessica was good but slightly challenging. Even Pavitr was good.

And then, there was Miguel.

Fucking Miguel O'Hara. He was dead serious every time. Still, you refused to show he could intimidate you.

Like right now, or... at any moment, whatever.

"He's going to kill you..." Lyla whispered, moving in circles around you.

"He won't if someone doesn't tell him" she frowned.

"He's going to kill us both, y/n," she almost yelled. Following you to the briefing of a new case.

"He can't kill you, Lyla. Be serious..." you stated, shrugging.

"I don't want to know..."

"Me neither. So just shush..." The room was almost empty. Only Peter, Hobie, and Jessica were inside.

The sound of the door captured everyone's attention

"Shoot" you said, looking at Miguel who sighed. After that, he stopped talking.

"You're late..." Of course, he would remark on your irresponsibility.

"I had a dentist appointment. What can I say?" he rolled his eyes and indicated you sit down.

"Sorry, I won't come late again would be fine" Miguel scolded you, and then kept giving instructions.

Earth-238, neon venom, evacuated civilians, blah blah blah. The mission would be easy, and you'd be leaving the room.

"Okay, everyone... gone, now" Jess finalizes.

"Not you, y/n..." Miguel's voice caught you off guard. When you turned around, Lyla was still whispering to him.

"Bitch..." you whispered.

"Hey, I'll wait for you," Hobie said, indicating that he would wait outside the room.

You nodded at him, smiling as he left.

"Why did you send the evidence of last week's mission to Jessica instead of me?" He asked, arms crossed.

"She's also my boss," you admitted, avoiding his judgemental brows and gaze.

"I'm in charge. She's second in command. So?..." you pinched the bridge of your nose, anxiety creeping over.

"I-.." It was useless; you had to be honest.

"Because uh-, I didn't want you to see the anomaly recording" he was right. He knew you would be afraid of his reaction. Something inside switched to be softer.

"I almost fail to save that girl. It was an accident, but... I can't control this new ability. And I want to do a good job" Your anxiety was evident. Miguel had to suppress a smile.

"You have a big responsibility on your shoulders. The power to retain or doom canon" a lecture was coming. And you wished he wore his mask because you could see his whole features. Making it prone to capture any negativity from him.

"And that's why you must be on missions with me, not Jessica. I'm training you, not her" To be honest, you were surprised.

"You make me nervous all the time. I'm afraid I'll make something stupid on any of these days, and you'll send me home. My life is so boring..." He kind of chuckled, and it made you beyond surprised.

"I thought you were working on the English degree and summer ballet classes."

"You remember it?" Could your heart beat any faster?. His eyes were deep-fixed on yours, and it was killing you in a good way.

"Please stop giving me that look. I'm gonna piss myself off from nervousness."

"Don't think too much about it. You're doing good, kid" The pat on your shoulder made you explode.

Right there, you knew it was over. You had a crush on Miguel O'Hara.

Was it possible to see everything in pink shades and heart sprinkles? That's how you were looking at every universe. You were starting your lover era.

"PETER! PETER!" You yelled, running towards the man, heading out of the cafeteria. Most spider people on the headquarters looked at you, but you didn't care.

"Woah, calm down, girl," he said with a smile.

"I need to tell you something" he couldn't describe your excitement but happily took your hand when you pushed him inside an empty conference room.

"I have a crush on Miguel," you said with an evident blush.

"YOU WHAT?" He asked yelling.

"I know, I know. But... he's so sweet to me. He said I shouldn't be nervous about him and that I was doing good. He remembers my career and that I'm doing ballet classes. Oh, and today he opened the door for me TWICE!" You explain excited, pinching your suit. It was half synthetic and half like the one from Miguel. In navy colors and silver details. You loved your suit.

"This is insane. Are you insane, y/n?. We're talking about Miguel. Our grumpy and snarky boss that gets stressed over the tiniest detail and doesn't know how to smile" You nodded, rolling your eyes.

"It's not like he's the love of my life or destiny, Peter. It's just a crush...." you tried to convince yourself.

"No, no, no. I disapprove of this. Isn't he a little older for you?" You sighed.

"Oh, c'mon. MJ is younger than you, Mr. No age gap"

"This is serious, y/n. I've known Miguel for a long time. You know what happened to him. I don't think he's emotionally ready for this" he was right. But you were confident that this crush wouldn't be a big issue.

"I know. The least I want to do is hurt him. But once again, it's just a crush, Peter," you started coming out of the room. And, like a big coincidence, Miguel was walking through the hallway with Lyla talking to him.

"Hey, is it okay if I go to your office at lunchtime?" you asked the broad man once he was walking near you. He had his mask, that if you stared too long, it was a severe and scary gaze, but he nodded once. Neither you nor Peter noticed Miguel was actually looking at you. Causing him to feel a weird pricking.

"Sure," with that, he left with the female AI giving you a bad look.

"What?" Peter asked in disbelief once again.

"See? Nothing to worry about, love," you said.

...

In your Hispanic household, dinner was very important. And the one you missed two months ago was an issue that your family hardly let go.

"Don't be so late, corazón." your grandma told you from the kitchen. You entered the room being greeted by the smell of mole and ponche.

"With this food waiting for me, I will return in a second, abuelita," she giggled as you kissed her cheek.

"I'm just going for a stretch. And maybe a flan for dinner" Your favorite part of the day was starting. So happily, you left the house. AirPods on with your favorite music blasting through them, and it felt like heaven.

Swinging from palms to buildings and watching the crowds of the traffic of LA. Until you were in the Fashion District Downtown. You stopped at your favorite rooftop to see the last minutes of the West Coast sunset.

And it was beautiful. Orange, pink, yellow, purple, blue, and black. Like a firework evaporated in the sky.

The air feels perfect for taking a long breath, and you feel thankful for having a good day.

"Hey." you nearly fell from the building, but a well-known bright red web caught you in time.

When you turned around, you had Miguel watching you.

"Miguel?. What are you doing here?" The surprise and shock were eating you alive. Maybe an emergency happened, or he would get you banned from the Spider Society. Who knows?

"Just checking on you..." lately, he had been more close to you. Giving you a hand on missions, being willing to have more extended conversations, and softer pieces of advice.

"Why?" You ask, arching a brow.

"Last week, you were a little slow." he hears you giggling, and as he walks closer, he sees you hanging your toes on the edge. He sees your hair freely fly as you laugh. Cute, he thinks.

"I was on my period. We're good now..." he thanked, wearing the mask because his cheeks were burning.

"Don't be silly, Miguel. It's... normal," you said after he stood there quietly.

"Come, seat with me.." he obeyed, establishing some distance with you, but not too much.

Then he deactivated his mask, and you confirmed that his hair always looked gorgeous.

"Your universe is interesting," he said finally.

"We are very fixed; little surprises us. And capitalism is leading us to ruin, but yes... it's interesting" Miguel wasn't expecting that answer but smiled. Only because you didn't catch it.

"You are spending too much time with Hobie," you laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, I'll take that.." This time, you noticed his smile. And you wanted to keep the moment a little longer.

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking, y/n..." he let out a brief chuckle again.

"No, I know, but, like seriously...I'm afraid. Of hurting someone in the process of creating a disaster with this thing of being an anomaly" For weeks, you tried to avoid the thoughts of insecurity. But this was a good moment because Miguel had been training you, and he was the right and worst person to talk about this.

"And it frustrates me that I don't completely understand at all what am I..." you said, covering your face, letting all the intrusive thoughts out. Because even on a good day, anxiety could sneak in.

"Being a spider person means being afraid of many things. There's never complete peace. We live alert day by day. Keep in mind that you'll constantly worry, but it's part of the job. You don't sign for it; it just hits you" his words were profound. Enough to soothe some of your panic.

"I wish I could be straight to the point like you..." Miguel was urged to touch your hand or strands of hair that brushed his forearm. But he resisted, only looking at your profile.

"No. It's good to be honest and worry too."

"And you're something bigger than an anomaly. You're special" Maybe his tone made everything sound softer.

"Well, I don't feel special," you admitted.

"I feel like an accident. Not meant to be here, but nothing else to do."

"You don't need to feel it. I just see it..." when you turned to look at him, it was his soft look that made you realize, you were falling in love with him.

As your smile grew, Miguel completely ignored any thought of fear. He was just feeling, letting his heart warm and reciprocate your smile.

"You have to come and have dinner with my family and me," you blurted excitedly, changing the subject.

"No."

"SI!."

"Por Dios. No, y/n!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"They're not annoying or nosy, I promise," you pleaded. He knew there was no problem because your family thought you were in a new program in college. That was your lie to disguise your time with him and the team. Either way, Hispanic families could be nosy when a girl arrived home with a man.

"Please, as a thank you for listening to my bullshit. Por favor, ándale. Di que si..." he couldn't say no. He didn't want to reject you.

"Está bien, pues....'

He smiled again, watching you celebrate as you started balancing between buildings. Soon he followed you, happy to feel the way he was doing, and completely ignoring what he preached to keep canon safe.

...

The shock on everyone's faces only increased the more you talked.

Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter had their mouths open.

"And then, we went to get a flan for dinner. A kid asked for a selfie with us, and it was so silly," you narrated.

"When we arrived home, he was so sweet. Only speaking Spanish, and he told mi abuelita I was doing great in job" Peter decided it was time to cover his mouth with one hand. Soon, everyone followed, keeping their shock.

"Dad was slightly judgmental but soon changed his mind because Miguel accepted a beer from him."

"Oh, and we spent hours in my room" That was enough for Peter.

"WHAT?... EXCUSE ME?"

"NO, PETER!. Jesus... we spent hours in my room because I was explaining to him some of my analysis from literature classes" The color returned to his face.

Nodded understanding, and everyone else laughed.

"I can't believe this. I simply can't..." Pavitr confessed.

"Love can come in strange ways..."

"Who's talking of love, Pavitr?" Hobie asked playfully.

"Well.." you whispered.

"What else?" Gwen almost jumped, needing to know more. You were starting to like her more. So you started narrating the flashback.

Once again, both of you were back on a rooftop. It was almost 2:00am.

"I-, I liked this..." Miguel managed to say. Looking down at you, trying to regain his neutral and serious tone and look. But after spending hours with you, it seemed impossible.

"Me too. You were so caring, and thank you for being so comprehensive" Your excitement match your words, not that Miguel cared. But he realized you had jumped and grabbed both of his hands. And before you pulled away, he was caressing your knuckles.

"It was nothing..."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" He asked, ignoring the way he always tells everyone he doesn't like touching or any type of contact.

"I think I stopped being a half-time employee some time ago..." he nodded, smiling.

"True."

Hands were still holding. And none of you wanted to break the touch.

"Till tomorrow then..." you said, sad to break the touch but happy for everything that happened that night.

And with that, you saw Miguel opening a portal, and you left.

"NO - FUCKING - WAY!" Gwen yelled.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming while drunk?"

"No, Peter. I can't drink yet" he snorted as if he had heard something incredible. Gwen couldn't stop looking lost, taking time to digest the information, Pavitr too, and Hobie was... being Hobie.

"Dude looks nice with her. I heard him laugh the other day," Hobie stated.

"Me too. And he canceled a meeting to go and train her," Pavitr added.

"He's, like, the last person I imagined you would say you had a date with."

"It wasn't a date..." you said.

"IT WASN'T A DATE?. Girl, he had dinner with your family, listened to your boring old books for hours, and held your hands for... five or eight minutes?"

"Okay. maybe it unconsciously turned into a date." They all nodded in agreement.

"Oh, my god... Was it a date?"

Peter sighed as he watched you laugh with Hobie. Soon went straight towards Miguel's lair. The man greeted him with a silent wave, before returning to look at all of the recordings and screens playing them.

".. y/n is very happy. Did you two have fun last night?" He asked Miguel once stepped further.

"I'm not discussing this with you," the broad man approached to say.

Peter loved you like family. He wanted you to be happy and safe.

He trusted Miguel after knowing each other. But he wasn't sure if you two had a bright future. After all, Peter saw how Miguel changed so much after losing Gabriella.

"I don't want to discuss this with you either."

"So?"

"Look, she's like family. You are like family too. I want her to be happy. And you too, man. But... I want you to think... Is it correct?" Miguel stopped looking at the screens.

"We can't lose her. And I don't want to see another era of pain and collapse" It hit him.

What was he thinking? Letting all of his feelings take over him. He couldn't be in love; it wasn't meant for him.

Your canon was unsure, delicate. And his... was doomed. He imagined having to see you gone, and he wasn't ready to find out. He wasn't ready to go through that pain again. And he didn't want to see you in pain.

"Just think... because maybe it's meant to be, but-"

"No. You're right..." Miguel accepted.

Peter grew quiet.

"After y/n leaves tonight. Call the others, except Hobie..." Peter nodded unsure, wondering what was Miguel plotting.

Miguel made a decision. Losing you was going to save both of you. Or so he thought.

...

Weird.

The cafeteria was quiet.

Then a piece of your suit ripped off.

And spider-cat was absent!!!

Then, you didn't see Miguel the day before. When you asked Lyla, she said he was swamped with his job, so you would not make him stressed. Plus, having some space after spending the night together would be great.

"Hey!" You called Hobie when he sat next to you on a bench. He was used to visiting you in your universe. He liked the food and how the people complained about something new daily.

"Something feels weird," he blurted, tilting his head.

"RIGHT?. I thought I was the only one" he nodded and sighed. That was also weird; Hobie never hesitated to spit the words out.

"What?"

"Yesterday. After you left, Peter called everyone except for me. It seemed weird that just as you left, he called everyone to get a lecture from Miguel," Another weird thing. Why you and Hobie would be excluded? Well, he rarely followed rules, but he was always included in briefings.

"Miguel stopped wasting his time with me, But a meeting without you?" Maybe it wasn't anything. Perhaps a simple meeting. There had been some occasions where you had not been present.

"Do you wanna go out and ignore why we were excluded?" you asked playfully. He nodded with a cocky smile.

"Hell yeah..." Both of you left in seconds.

Spending time with Spider-punk was always fun. Hobie made you remember things like; fuck it, just do it.

But for the first hour, you didn't find anyone. Even when the headquarters of the Spider Society were big, you thought it would have been easier.

By the evening, you find yourself eating an empanada, thinking of Miguel. Accepting you started missing him.

"Guys!.." Gwen called you and Hobie, appearing from an elevator that had opened.

"Don't ask anything yet..." you nodded to him.

"We were busy being scolded by Miguel. But there's a new mission we need to go to. And he wants us all, let's go..." Hobie and you exchanged looks, not buying Gwen's words.

You got too carried away, forming possible explanations for her weird behavior. Why you hadn't seen your friends the day before?. And why you and Hobie were excluded from the last meeting?.

When you follow Gwen, you didn't even look at Pavitr taking Hobie away.

As soon as you entered the room, Jessica, Peter, and Miguel were inside.

"Where's Hobie?" Miguel asked. You also turn confused, because he was right behind you.

"He was right here..." Gwen mumbled, looking around, making Miguel sigh tired.

He didn't look at you for the first minutes of the debriefing. The more he ignored your presence, the more your questions emerged.

"Everyone get ready... except for y/n," he announced with his neutral and cold face.

"Why?"

"You're going home."

"WHAT?" you screamed.

At the end of the day, Miguel wasn't ready for this. But he was doing his best, even if it meant lying to you.

"Your canon is changing, constantly glitching. We can't risk anything happening. I'm sending you home..." he explained like nothing.

"No, please. I'm not a danger. If it was something bad, it would've happened already" he kept looking straight at the doors, not even moving.

It hurt you that he was still unsure of you, especially after everything he said in your home.

"It's for the best."

"Can we talk... In private?" You whispered, taking his forearm. He slowly moved away, making you feel the pain grow.

"There's nothing to talk about"

"Oh really?. I think we do. What about the other day?"

"It wasn't a coincidence that you appeared after someone tried opening portals in your earth," you gasped in shock.

"I did recruit you for the sake of the  Spider Society. I needed to know you were not a threat."

"You said I was special" he managed to hear you whisper. And it was tearing him.

"You are. But a potential danger too. Which is why l'm sending you home.." you shake your head, fighting the tears rapidly forming in your eyes.

"All of you knew about this?" You asked, looking at Peter, Gwen, and Jessica.

The pregnant woman bowed her head while Gwen looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"We do this because we care for and want to protect you..."

"Really? This is not what friends do. All you do is lie and lie to me!" you said with a broken voice.

"I'm sorry," Miguel admitted looking down.

"GOD, STOP LYING" you yelled.

"Tell me I meant nothing to you. Or admit you might be scared of the possibility of falling in love with me..."

"There is no love in this equation. You have made all of this in your head." he broke you. You swore you heard your heart decreasing its heartbeats.

"For one minute, I thought you... felt the same, that you cared" As he stood there quietly, you started crying.

To everyone's shock, it was the first time they saw you crying. Gwen tried to reach you, but you stepped back, moving away from all of them.

At the same time, Pavitr and Hobie entered the room.

"Something weird happened. You might want to see this, boss," Pavitr announced.

"It was dope..." Hobie admitted leaning on the door frame. But stood quiet after watching you crying.

The moment turned uneasy, debating whether to go or stay with you.

"Please, let's go, and then we'll talk with tranquility about this," Peter told you. Giving a look that he wasn't happy with seeing you cry.

Slowly, you followed them. Ignoring Miguel's look.

Then you thought, What was the point of following them? If they would send you home after that?.

Anger wasn't a good feeling, but it was blinding you. All the fantastic facade they sold of being good friends. The months Miguel lied to you. He could have done it differently. But he even dared to agree to have dinner with your family.

He held your hands and made you believe there was a chance. He made you believe you weren't dangerous, that you could be in control of your fate.

So you stopped following them and turned to the lower plant of the building, deciding to that you would choose  what you wanted, not what they thought it was correct.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group watched how all of the canon was held together. Until your specific web was expanded.

Your web was tiny, like a baby's. It glitched a lot, but when Miguel entered with the others, he noticed the glitch was even more aggressive than ever.

There were only two canon moments; you getting bit and joining the Spider Society. But there were new ones forming. And from the shiny dot, a new line grew.

"What the hell?" Peter asked in disbelief.

"This isn't possible..." Jess whispered.

Lyla was following your web and paying attention. Until she saw the first new canon event. You would lose your best friend, and the time was quickly coming. Gwen lowered her head, lamenting for what you would suffer, just like her.

But then, your thread started moving and growing until it was connected to another one: Miguel's.

And from that connection, a new canon event was officially established.

You and Miguel together.

"Holy sh-" Gwen almost said but couldn't finish the sentence.

"Does this mean..." Jessica started.

"She's part of your canon," Peter confirmed.

Miguel was in shock; his eyes remained on what the model displayed. Your masked figured siding his. You were really meant for him. He hadn't need to worry about it ending in disaster. Still, it didn't soothe him.

"Uh-boss? Our pretty little y/n started a countdown to return home and temporarily block the entrance to her earth," Lyla announced, appearing beside Miguel.

He turned to look at her, worried.

"What?"

"I tried stopping her, but I believe she's growing her cosmic powers?" the day couldn't get more complicated for Spider-Man 2099.

"Cosmic powers?" Peter asked, running after Miguel, who started heading towards the exit.

Lyla, crossed her arms looking at everyone starting running. She couldn't admit it to anyone. That if your issue wasn't fixed, something darker could happen.

The Al couldn't throw salt in Miguel's wound.

"Jessica, send help. Lyla, stop her," he demanded. Jessica nodded, and Lyla disappeared.

"There's no spider with cosmic powers. But y/n was a bit between universes. So maybe she has some of them or..."

"Peter shut up!. I just can't lose her!" If you were Miguel's destiny, he would do things right. And he regretted setting up all of the secret meetings and lies.

He rushed to get to you faster than anyone. He wasn't even sure the blocking earth thing worked.

Maybe he was exaggerating, but he was willing to set the alarms so everyone would try to stop him.

If he had waited a day, none of this would've happened. But he had understood once that things happened for a reason; canon.

So as fast as he was running, something inside told him it was already late.

Peter and Gwen followed close to him, ready to find you prepared to leave.

The panic finally settled when they entered the dark room, and you were already behind the colorful barrier.

"NO!. Please, y/n" You turned to hear Miguel's voice calling you.

Your look was empty, but the anger was there. He kept calling for you, but you didn't say a word.

All of you wanted was to leave. Sleep and forget you were a spiderwoman. Ease the pain of your broken heart. And accept that no matter if you were the only variant of yourself in all the universes, you were meant to choose your own destiny.

You bolted, when he had you face to face, you were gone.

Confused, you appeared on a random street in Downtown LA. Your suit was ripped, your hair was a mess, and the tears didn't seem to stop. A wave of cold air hit you, making you shiver and hug yourself.

Feeling broken and in shock, you found yourself stepping on a broken glass bottle. Your left foot instantly started bleeding, making you fall to your knees.

That's when you no longer held the tears; you just let all the sobs take over.

You shouldn't have accepted to join the Spider Society; you shouldn't have pushed your crush for Miguel.

I hate this. I hate this. God, I hate this...

With no more strength, you stood up. And tottering, you started walking towards home.

It was okay; it would be okay.

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Cringe in general? Maybe… part two?

[morskisir]

The public is VERY interested in your Sniper thoughts. Please, I need them. Phobias? Eating habits? Can he dance? *Should* he? Is he aware when he makes direct eye contact he looks scary af? Is he good at poker or does he not even play?

You are one of my strongest followers o7 THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS!!! I will answer them all individually below.

Phobias?

If we're talking about proper phobias and not fears in general, then he doesn't really have any? UNLESS you count social phobia, which, yeah, he's got that. (I would like to clarify social phobia and social anxiety disorder are different things but he's got both of them, so.)

Social phobia is like, specific social situations that will continuously bring you anxiety/fear. The shit that will have him shaking every single time is a person genuinely trying to get to know him. Even a simple question such as "What's your favourite colour?" could set him off into a state of anxiousness. He LOATHES conversations like that, he wants to be left alone, he's not anyone you should pay attention to, he's not interested in doing this, go away. His fear of being known past the point of "professional assassin" is deep and greatly impacts his life. What the fuck are social relationships am I right?

Another social situation would be: phone calls! You can imagine how nice it is for him to only be able to call his parents when he isn't visiting them at their home in Oz. <3 It's the fear of I cannot see this person and I don't know how they're really reacting to this. He already isn't the best at reading people's faces, phone calls are just another level of hell.

2. Eating habits?

MEAT. MEEEAAAAT- if he could get away with only eating meat the rest of his life he fucking would. Alas, meat doesn't give your body all of the fuel it needs. Heartbreaking. (Not for me I dislike meat sdgkhdskg)

He will still insist on having meat in every fucking meal, and do not, do NOT make a steak that isn't at least a little bit raw. This guy's an animal. Give him his blue steak or he'll think your cooking is shit.

Anyways, I wouldn't say he eats a lot. He eats enough, I guess. Cunt's just running on a lot of coffee + a couple of cigarettes. He's more addicted to caffeine than tobacco.

3. Can he dance?

No. I don't know if Australian schools did this, let alone in his time, but if they did: he would skip every single P.E. class where they would do dancing instead of just chucking some ball around. He is SCARED he doesn't want to be in such close proximity with someone else hksdgkj (except Spy) (who said that) He doesn't have interest in learning how to dance, either. If he's drunk and you somehow get him to dance you'll see a horrible, non-existent dance move.

4. Should he?

No. Spy would beg to differ.

5. Is he aware when he makes direct eye contact he looks scary as fuck?

Yes and no. When he stares at someone on purpose to scare them away- it works! It's reliable! He's aware of the power that stare holds! He just doesn't realise he kind of always looks like that. The Stare(tm) is simply even more intense. There is a great darkness in his eyes........... /ref

6. Is he good at poker or does he not even play?

He can play it! He's only really decent at it- it's not his thing. Only really learned how to play it through peer pressure. (there is lore to this, but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Scout begs Sniper to play with him and he very begrudgingly accepts because no one else does hdsghj. He is very bored and would rather read his tracking books, but he cannot escape the ADHD. (You call out the smallest act of sympathy he just did and he'll beat the shit out of you)

^ Scout when he wants to play poker

[thoughtsforsoob]

Could you do something with TXT with a s/o that has emetophobia (fear of vomiting)? i struggle a lot with that phobia and it would mean a lot to see something like that :)

a/n: Hello!! thank you for requesting. I also have this fear and it’s the worst thing to have when you also have e/d. anywayssss please enjoy and I hope this can give you some comfort :)

yeonjun

he totally understands you and why you would be scared of this

he finds out about your fear when you get sick

you two had gone out to eat that night when when you came back home, you started to feel sick

you had eating something bad and were about to find out

you ran off to the bathroom and started to cry while throwing up

yeonjun heard your sniffles and insisted he go in with you

he frowns and almost cries watching how sad and scared you were

he wipes away your tears and helps you brush your teeth and clean up after, giving you the ultimate princess treatment

"im so sorry. i know it's scary. let's forget about it and focus on helping you recover."

soobin

you period cramps always made you nauseous so soobin finds out the first time you get your period while dating him.

you wake up with a stabbing paid in your stomach from the cramps.

you start waking soobin up when you feel the nausea coming on because you wrre feelign scared and didnt wanna go through it alone

he wakes up and you drag him with you to the bathroom

he immediately starts to understand why and comforts you.

a gentle hand on your back and one in your hair, ocassionaly moving the hand on your back to wipe stray tears from your cheeks

"oh baby, lets' fix these cramps so they dont make you sick again. poor baby."

beomgyu

He didn’t understand at first but it all hit him the first time he goes through this experience with you

You were both having a yummy dinner and having a few drinks

Once you both got home, you weren’t feeling really well

You’d eaten a little too much and you felt absolutely nauseous (idk about you guys but this happens when I eat out)

You explained to him that you feel nauseous but you’re scared

he does his best to go along with it and just comforts you, talking you through it.

“Bub, don’t be scared. You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna make sure of that.”

taehyun

so so caring

if he sees you feeling sick and looking like you’re gonna throw up, he’s by your side in an instant

he walks with you to the bathroom to throw up and he’s with you the whole way through

He knows you’re scared so he holds back your hair and rubs your back

he talks you through the whole thing and once you’re done, he gives you a smile

“I’m sorry my love. I know it’s scary but you’re okay. I’m here. Let’s get you cleaned up alright?”

huening kai

you had a little get together at your apartment with kai, his bandmates, and some of your own friends

you were drinking and after a while. you had goen over your own limit

you started to feel sick and immediately looked for kai

you rushed to the kitchen and gave him and scared look

he rushed to you and you explained, with a slurred voice, you felt sick but scared to throw up

he nodded and led you slowly to the bathroom to make sure he could keep and eye on you

"it's okay. let it out, bubba. no more drinks for you tonight or you'll make yourself sick again."

[voloslobotomyservice]

Tav Character Worksheet

thank you @elven-e-girl for the tag! always feel free to tag me in things like this because I love talking about my little guys!

no pressure tags: @my-favourite-zhent @fistfuloftarenths @leopardmuffinxo

Name: Fiadh O’Keefei

Age: 54 years old

Gender: cis female

Sexuality: fairly fluid, but no solid label

Pronouns: she/her

Tav Voice: voice 2

Family: Fiadh is an only child, with her mother dying during childbirth. She was raised by her father, Keefei, who is the leader of their druid circle. There were many other members of the circle who took care of her when his Archdruid duties took him away from their home. Though Keefei did not have any more children, she treated the other kids in the circle like her own siblings.

Birthplace: She was born in Moonshae Islands, where her parents were originally from. She and her father relocated to Ardeep Forest not long after she was born.

Jobs: Because she lived in her circle for so long, Fiadh didn’t have a “traditional job.” Sometimes she would keep watch of the circle at night, other times she would be sent out to hunt for food or to protect their land. She made sure to help out the circle as much as she could, so she could one day take her father’s place as Archdruid.

Phobias: Not really a phobia, but she does have a fear of failure. She wants to prove to the world that she is a strong, independent woman who is highly successful. She is also afraid of becoming corrupt when she becomes Archdruid, like the stories that her father has told her about.

Guilty Pleasures: She’ll indulge in too much Plum Fizz when the time calls for it. She also enjoys sun bathing in the nude, which she tries to do away from the prying eyes of the circle.

Hobbies: Sparring with her ‘siblings,” practicing lute (rather badly), basket weaving, and occasionally tailoring clothes of various members of the circle. She is also known to cook up a good meal, when the time calls for it.

Alignment: Neutral Good - calling for nature to take its course, no matter the outcome.

Sins: Fiadh tries to be without sin to become a good Archdruid, but she can have a nasty temper. It usually rises when people are making false accusations about her or other people in the circle. She nearly killed an outsider for speaking poorly of her father.

Virtues: Nature shall always have its balance, whether it is helpful or harmful. Respect your elders. Look after the small, for they are the future. Stay humble and be kind.

This or That?

Introverted/Extroverted - after spending so many years in her circle, she has found that she thrives well with others and prefers to be in a large pack-like group

Organized/Disorganized - she helps the others organize their packs and each companion is responsible for various different items

Closed Minded/Open Minded

Calm/Anxious/Restless - she doesn’t feel it necessary to spend her time worrying about the future (spoiler alert: she is worried)

Disagreeable/Agreeable - rather easy to get along with

Cautious/Reckless

Patient/Impatient

Outspoken/Reserved

Leader/Follower - natural leader, helps others try to think rationally before acting

Empathetic/Apathetic - almost to a fault

Optimist/Pessimist/Realist - tries to stay positive, despite the world falling around them

Traditional/Modern - to be fair, it’s all Fiadh’s ever really known

Hardworking/Lazy - she has worked hard over the years to one day take over her father’s place

OTP: The details of her in-game story is still in development, but I believe she and Wyll end up together. She thinks he’s handsome and witty, and has good characteristics of a potential husband. He thinks she’s elegant and handles her leadership with grace, which was refreshing after spending so many years in the wilderness of Faerûn. Eventually, they become Duke and Duchess of Baldur’s Gate and bring peace to the city! It’s an adjustment for Fiadh for sure, but she grows to love Wyll’s home, just as she loves him 🤠

BroTP: Gets along well with Gale, she likes to have scholarly discussions with him, even though she doesn’t have the same education as he does. She and Karlach have similar backgrounds, so they bonded over their untraditional childhoods. They often go on walks through the woods together. She and Shadowheart also become close, they both have respect for each other due to their devotion to their deities. She is also very close to Halsin, considering he and her father became friends when they fought Ketheric Thorm. He shares a lot of stories about his younger days with her, and she tells him of his years leading the circle.

NoTP: Fiadh is friendly with Astarion (and may have hooked up with him once), but she would not see him as anything more than a good friend. Same with Lae’zel. Both of their personalities don’t mesh with hers very well.

[fullofvexation]

A lil something for everyone! :D Haven- A13, K6 Nona Paloma- A2, L2 Roka- F2, C8 Kittiwake Tern- F11, B9 Edmond Du Bogue- A24, D4

Ahh thank you for asking about my characters!!! Yippee!

I'm putting a readmore here cus there's a lot of them! Anyone who reads all of these you're my new bff now I am weeping and crying

Haven

a13. Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

Haven is terrified of getting wet and water! He's an undead guy who was mummified when we has first killed, and he's very afraid that he'll start to rot if he gets wet. He doesn't know how to swim and avoids boats and any sort of water at all costs.

k6. Does their paranormal aspect cause issues in daily life? If so, how do they feel about it?

Even within the fantasy world where he lives, Haven is "paranormal" in that he's undead, and looks like a desiccated corpse. This causes him issues in his daily life because the undead are generally feared and hated, so he's always hiding that, mostly by wearing clothes that hide the huge hole in his chest and a mask that hides his lack of eyes. He's got complicated feelings about his situation, but generally dislikes it. He's very aware that he's ugly and monstrous, and still trying to decide whether he is a monster or not, and generally struggles to accept his situation.

Nimona-Paloma Charrata aka Nona

a2. What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…

Nona is chaotic neutral! She generally acts this way due to being deeply and consistently out of touch with what is normal and acceptable, and what's going on in general. She is offputting and nosy and generally just does whatever she wants, in a way that's very childish and clueless.

l2. What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

Nona's whole concept is based around the idea of an NPC suddenly granted PC-style capabilities and agency. She spent her whole existence standing outside her house asking passersby to help her with tasks before suddenly acquiring magical powers and getting thrown into the life of an adventurer. Nona's main themes are being a fish out of water and needing to learn how exist as a person! It's tough to know how to be someone when you've never had to make any choices for yourself or interacted with anyone in a meaningful way.

Roka

f2. What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?

Roka's ideal home is the one she currently lives in with her wife and daughter! After losing everyone she knew when her community was destroyed and a series of pretty traumatic events in the fallout of that, all she wants is her new start, and in this case, that looks like a little house with a few apple trees located in a small village.

c8. Is your OC more practical or ideal morally?

Roka is a deeply practical person. As a young woman, she was raised to be a priestess in a death cult and did things out of a deep sense of moral righteousness. When she realized her goddess wasn't real and her religion was a manipulation tactic to convince people to sacrifice each other, she fully threw all that out of the window. She became someone who twists her morals to achieve her goals, and is convinced that her goals justify her actions, even if those include being cruel or manipulative or violent.

Prof. Kittiwake Tern

f11. What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation?

Kittiwake Tern is a stuffy and proper man who's sense of fun has been generally shredded by years of being in academia (and being the pawn of a malevolent arctic being). In his free time, he likes to read books that would be impressive to people if anyone asked him what he was reading, and drink tea (if he's having a good day) or brandy (if he's having a bad one).

b9. What kind of humor does your OC like the most?

Kittiwake Tern does not approve of humor in general, though he does enjoy a well thought out play on words, or any sort of comedy that's appropriately literary.

Edmond Du Bogue

a24. What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles?

Edmond wants to be a folk hero knight, but he's a sheltered 20 year old rich boy who's leaving the house for the first time. His biggest obstacles are that he has zero experience with "real life" (or anything else) and that it isn't much like all those novels he read growing up. He's working to get that experience, though sometime, he isn't sure he really wants it...

d4. Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not?

Edmond wouldn't particularly like being immortal. He's very concerned with his life and practical problems, and the idea of being immortal would absolutely stress him out to an impossible degree. Edmond is a very small fish who is just now realizing that he's in an ocean, not a pond, and the last thing he needs right now is for the scope of things to get bigger and more complicated.

[robertfettuccine]

Killed a spider today. Felt very powerful. I had a spray bottle full of dish soap water and I was like Jason Bourne but for spiders.

Spider story:

Ok story time bc idk I think this is really funny

So I’m at a friends house and we’re talking in her basement and it’s getting late and I’m like man I should probably go but I really gotta pee I’m gonna use your bathroom before I go. So I get in to the bathroom and I turn the light on and I’m getting ready to go pee right? Like a normal person. And this roughly 50-cent piece sized black spider with super angular pointy legs comes crawling out from under the baseboards right at me. And so I’m like absolutely Not I am not gonna go pee with this spider Right Here so I exit the bathroom but I leave the lights on for spider seeing purposes.

Now my friend is absolutely terrified of spiders, like definitely it’s a pretty bad phobia. She does not do well with spiders she tends to just freeze up completely. So I’m like hey hon I gotta let you know there’s a medium sized spider in your bathroom. So she immediately gets on the piece of furniture farthest away from the floor and starts panicking. To make matters worse, she’d left her glasses upstairs and wouldn’t be able to see the spider anyway, so she’s freaking out.

Now I hate spiders just as much as the next gal (I’m pretty scared of spiders actually I won’t get within 5 feet of one if I can help it and they absolutely make my skin crawl. Nothing deserves that many legs) but I’m now thinking how can I fix this so my friend can sleep tonight. So I start looking around for dish soap or something in the basement but alas. All of a sudden this Bastard creeps himself out from under the bathroom door at Mach Jesus straight towards my friend and so I’m like hey don’t panic but spider has exited the bathroom. Naturally, she panics, so I grab the nearest cleaning supply looking item, which happens to be carpet cleaning spray, and I just hit him with it.

Carpet cleaning spray unfortunately does nothing to spiders, as I learned, other than make them wet. So this spider is now wet and annoyed and he beelines it for the really dark stained wood cabinets in the basement kitchenette. I no longer have eyes on the spider. So I just start spraying under the cabinets in the general Spider Direction, but this spray bottle sprays a nice cone shaped fine mist, not a solid line of spray, so that doesn’t do much. I finally get my friend down off of the table and standing on the floor (huge win) and we start Spider Bowling.

Spider Bowling is a game invented by Me in Today where if you know the general area where the spider is you ball up paper towels and throw them at that area until you see movement. We did this with terrible aim until we briefly flushed the spider out, but then we lost him again. About 0.5 seconds after seeing Bathroom Bastard under the cabinets, another of the exact same type of spider crawls out of the baseboards opposite the cabinetry. Enter: Baseboard Bitch.

So we’ve lost track of Bathroom Bastard under the cabinets, but we’ve got full eyes on Baseboard Bitch. Or at least I do, my friend still can’t see. Now I’m hesitant to spray this one bc the carpet cleaner doesn’t seem to be doing much, and it would just send this one back to that from whence he came. Not a fan of lack of visuals on spider. So I send my friend upstairs to go get her glasses while I keep an eye on the kitchenette for the two evil eight legged guys.

Unsurprisingly, Baseboard Bitch returns to his home under the baseboards, and I have now lost track of both the spiders. I don’t want to spray under the crack in the baseboards to get Baseboard Bitch to come out again bc what if there’s a lot more where he came from? These guys are incredibly fast for medium spiders and I am Not about to be swarmed by that many legs.

I turn my attention back to Spider Bowling under the cabinets, hoping for some sign of Bathroom Bastard, but I’m terrible at bowling. So I leave my friend downstairs on spider lookout duty and I run up to her kitchen to find a spray bottle and fill it with water and dish soap, which I Know kills spiders. As I’m screwing the lid on the spray bottle I hear very quiet screaming from the basement and run down the stairs to find Baseboard Bitch just confidently creeping his way towards my friend, now perched back on her Very Tall Chair.

From the stairs I had a perfect shot at the spider and, in what may be the coolest moment of my life, I triple-tapped his ass dead center with perfect aim and dish soaped him to death. The new spray bottle had a nice high-pressure stream of soap water, way better than the previous one’s sad mist cone. I felt so cool. Newly armed with Spider Gun, I hit Baseboard Bitch a few more times just to make sure he was dead.

We then went after Bathroom Bastard, which was much easier with the help of our Spider Gun, and he was soon vanquished as well. Now my friend can sleep in peace and I can feel cool knowing that I’m Jason Bourne for spiders.

Alas, now my skin feels spidery and I hate having hair. I was very brave though.

Bonus frantic google searches:

[pokemoncaretips]

( @smol-smoliv )

Hi there! I recently took in a Ditto who followed me home (after I gave it some of my sandwich, in true Paldean fashion). They’re a sweetie, and I’m definitely doing my research, but I’ve never worked with any Pokémon quite like this funny little blob. Do you have any advice?

Sorry for the delay, my inbox is getting quite full and we're in full hatching season over here, so I've been busy.

General notes: The ditto is a famous pokemon, not just for its malleable genetic structure but also the vital role it's played in pokemon conservation. Though prone to being exploited by shady breeders, in caring hands it's been the living breathing heart of captive breeding programs around the globe, saving endangered pokemon from extinction.

General care: The ditto is shockingly easy to care for. It's an omnivore, and eats by engulfing its food like an amoeba. It has a broad range to temperatures it can tolerate and spends much of it's time at rest.

Their skin is very slightly tacky, and has a tendency to pick up dust and debris as it wanders about. Wiping it down with a clean damp cloth is sufficient to deal with this.

You'll need a pretty high tolerance for the uncanny valley, as although the genetic code is perfect, there's always something a little...off about a dittos transformation. Pokemon can't seem to spot it, but humans do, and even an experienced and talented ditto can give a human a mild case of the creeps. This is exacerbated if the ditto hasn't encountered any new pokemon recently, as. Well. Ditto aren't the brightest bulb in the box, and quickly start to forget what the form looked like. It is not uncommon to see a ditto wandering the house shifting randomly between forms, a bizarre and uncanny mix of legs and wings and fur and feathers.

There is a good reason dittophobia is the second most common phobia after arachnophobia.

And yet, despite their creepy appearance, the ditto is the definition of "no thoughts, head empty", a friendly blob of shifting goo that, while not the cuddliest, seems to enjoy being around people.

Ditto sleep in the form of a large rock, and have a bad habit of sleeping wherever they feel tired. Like doorways. Watch your feet unless you want to trip over it.

We do need to address the phanphy in the room. Ditto can breed with everything, but that's no less taxing than it would be for any other pokemon. Laying eggs takes energy. If you plan on using ditto for breeding you'll need to take into account extra food, as well as block out chunks of time where they do no breeding at all to rest. They are not egg factories. They may have blank little faces and approximately one brain cell but they are living creatures and feel pain, exhaustion, hunger and discomfort. I wouldn't recommend more than one clutch of eggs per season.

Ditto have no parental instincts, and in the wild would leave their eggs in other pokemons nests for them to raise. Keep a close eye on them and rescue any eggs they lay before they get cold or broken. Care rating: Green

Training: Though they can use their transformations to fight, ditto really aren't made for it, and given that they aren't too bright, can be out maneuvered well enough. They're happy to roll about the house and melt in sunbeams. You can use a ditto to fight, but it can be frustrating. They're better as house pokemon.

As house pets, they do learn commands and rules, but it can take time for them to sink in. Once it does, though, they stick. Which can make adopting a rescue ditto a bit difficult, as it will need to relearn the new households rhythm's. Training rating: Green.

Safety: Though ditto can badly frighten people, there have been zero recorded reports of a ditto causing physical harm besides being a tripping hazard. They have no natural teeth, claws or acid. Many children with dittos will use them like silly putty and rub them on comic strips to transfer the ink. This is harmless for both parties. It's a mellow little guy. Safety rating: Green

Overall ranking. A quiet little pokemon with no threats behind it, though it's best kept by people with a good tolerance for mild body horror.

[akihabara-division03]

By the time the anniversary has finally graced upon the members of Pixel Syndicate, there it’s no wonder the crews from Nara Division would like to celebrate with them as well!

Therefore, the three wondrous presents were delivered at each of their residences. And as for the first, let’s take some glimpse of what have been delivered at Kiyozaki’s apartment;

To Anika Kiyozaki:

It’s the Zen-aesthetic LED incense burner and hudimifier ready to add some cozy atmosphere at her home!

“Congratulations to your team’s anniversary, Kiyozaki-san. I personally don’t have much to say but guess wishing you all the best of luck in this year wouldn’t hurt then. Good gracious, those brats have roped me into this kind of trend again… —Tsukumogami”

And also one more gift to Makina Setsukura:

The pink and round glutton from a certain popular video game series was already staring at her with its big mouth opening wide… Just kidding~ It was only a bowl by the way!

“Hi again and Happy Anniversary to your team, Setsukura-san! Someone I know happens to have a habit of sneaking some snacks during the nighttime gaming, so I hope this little guy will help you enjoy your time even more!

P.S. Also, you can think of this as my thank you for the little one you sent me at Christmas! —ARROW”

And the last one was found at Meizono’s penthouse:

Knock, knock, raise your chopsticks! The SWEET-T’s special gift has arrived at your doorstep!

“Tada~ Happy Anniversary to you and your team, Meizono-san (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I’ve heard that you are a big fan of dumplings so I’ve made you some☆

Bon Appétit and best wishes to you three! —SWEET-T”

Looking up at the red-haired bounty hunter were the several tiny black eyes… Now, whether what she was gonna do with them seemed to be left as her decision 🫵

“Oh god no—”

Makina did a once-over of the presents that had been laid out across Shian’s kitchen island. Anika had already set up her new humidifier when she and Makina had entered Shian’s penthouse for the day. Makina’s bowl had some wrapped lollies stored in… Kirby’s mouth. Shian’s edible gift, on the other hand…

“I think today’s the day we discover I have a fish phobia or something,” Makina signed with a deadpan. She picked up her new Kirby bowl and held it up in front of her face, shielding the dumplings from her line of sight.

Shian picked up a single dumpling with a bare hand. Trudging over to the petite teenager, she brought down Makina’s hands and shoved the fish dumpling into Makina’s mouth.

Makina, with her mouth full, shrieked and bolted out of the kitchen.

“Well then today’s the day you get over it, so eat up.”

Anika must have forgotten that laughter is audible to hearing people.

Because she had just bursted into a fit of laughter. Hunched over the countertop and smacking her fist on the surface while laughing hard.

“What, you want one too?” Shian signed with an annoyed glare.

“Yeah, no thanks,” Anika signed back quickly.

“More for me, then.”

Thanks for the gifts! I think…?

[jenyifer]

Cooking Crush ep6 1/4

Inital Reaction

I love offgun but I am really starting to get annoyed with CC. I didn’t like they showed the kiss and the car scene last episode. Then first thing ep 6 we watch it again and Gun starts out by saying we need more context go 31 hours into the past. So I also don’t enjoy the side characters progression either and I adore the ground Neo walks on. However we are to the stage all of a sudden that he is realizing he only has feelings for Dynamite and when their eyes connect there is something there. Once again this is weird bi phobia where oh of course the straight guy only really likes this one gay man. Okay great. But we have no build to Fire’s change in emotions. I also think it’s fucking weird his friend suggested hiring a sex worker? But maybe that’s just me… BACK TO TENPREM so we are told we’ll understand the kiss again. But we don’t infact I’m more confused. Ten’s dad doesn’t keep a closer eye on him AT ALL? Feels like we don’t have consequences for the character’s actions at all. I get this is a romcom but oh look TenPrem magically are together and Ten apologizes immediately in person in the dead of night to Prem. How far are their houses between eachother? Idk it makes 0 sense. No actual danger cause 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk. It’s really…. Challenging me. Right now it’s going down down down in my opinion for worst offgun show but we’ll see if it can redeem itself. But BOTH ships being this level of weird makes me less invested.

Photo review time.

Got to watch this long long kiss again. I do think Ten does look like he’s enjoying this soft kiss. It does show Off’s acting journey if you compare this to the barely there kisses in PuppyHoney. Yes it’s awkward it’s a first kiss. I wish it hadn’t lasted so long and we had to watch the whole thing ep 5 and 6

I was wanting Ten to say something like “I already have that hormone going because I like the look of you” in his mind theater then decided not to say it but…. I really like how Off is playing Jealous Ten. Ten is trying to be polite. He is aware how he feels isn’t normal. But I think he does a good job of concealing the depths of his jealousy

Fire likes dynamite that much?! Okay??? Feels like we are missing scene from ep5

Okay these things could have made Prem’s character more interesting if it was being played with in other scenes. The rich people don’t understand poor people and Prem’s desire to please everyone would have been interesting things to add in. Yes we got the dad scene but it’s had NO EFFECT on our boys. This convo unearned and the fact Prem realizes he’s jealous kind of… strange I mean yeah I get he’d be upset about ten not wanting to learn the bullshit technics but to go to he’s jealous? Ten was holding it together well in my opinion.

The way Off plays jealous as Ten is a lot more realistic than his previous portrayal of the emotion as Rome, Khai, even Sean. It’s a shame his character really has depth and it’s being ruined by the editing choices. Ten holds it together until he gets home and talked to his bestie being 100% honest.

0 pay off but hey the set is pretty. Both are relationship experts.

Sooo is Ten feeling more comfortable getting close to Prem or is this in Ten’s head? This scene had some weird cuts.

[hvnyz]

 if you’re hearing LAKE EFFECT KID by FALL OUT BOY playing, you have to know SANTIAGO ESPINOZA (HE/HIM;CIS MAN) is near by! the 38 year old POWER HITTER FOR THE ROCKIES has been in denver for, like,TEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite INDULGENT, but being BENEVOLENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CARLOS MIRANDA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WARM SUNKISSED SKIN, THE CRACK OF A BASEBALL BAT, FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOWS AND LED ZEPPELIN ON A RECORD PLAYER  vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough

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BASICS

FULL NAME: Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza NICKNAME(S): Santi, Tiago AGE: 38 DATE OF BIRTH:  May 4th 1985 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Syracuse, New York CURRENT LOCATION:.  Lakeridge District ETHNICITY: Nicaraguan GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELIGION:  raised christian, not as strictly, but still practicing. OCCUPATION:  Power hitter for the Colorado Rockies FACECLAIM:  Carlos Miranda

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 6'0 WEIGHT: 187 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown  EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: no piercings TATTOOS:  just this one on his hand SCARS|MARKS: one small scar on the left side of his head, just near his hairline, and another healed gash on his right knee. SIGNATURE SCENT: Jazz Club by Replica

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a PHOBIAS: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Alma Espinoza (nee Rivas) FATHER:  Cesar Espinoza SIBLINGS: none, he is an only child. RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a bulldog named bear

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Taurus MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good FAVORITE FOODS: his grandmother's vaho, picos, a hot dog from the guy at the stadium FAVORITE COLOR: burnt orange LIKES:  laying on the beach on a warm day, the smell of onions and garlic cooking, a cold citrus radler after a game, morning runs with bear. DISLIKES: sweet tea, horror films HOBBIES: beach volleyball, boxing, board games.

HEADCANONS

Santiago loves history and will watch the history channel or read history books in his free time. Gets his best sleep on airplanes. truly believes a late-night run with his favorite playlist will cure any negative emotion he has. calls his abuela every Sunday after she gets home from church, he hasn't missed a day since he moved out at 18. She was one of his biggest cheerleaders growing up, and he always confides in her. She is his safe space. Santi is a nice guy generally, but has a bit of an ego, years of being told you were a star will do that to you.

BIOGRAPHY

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PAST

Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza is the first, and only child of Alma and Caesar Espinoza. Born in May of 1985 in Syracuse, New York, Santi came from fairly "normal" beginnings. His mother worked nights as a nurse, and his father during the day as a mechanic.

On the weekends in the summer, Santi and his father would go to Yankees games. Sitting in those seats, watching the game play out, sometimes well after sunset with a hot dog and a soda, those are some of Santi's fondest memories.

The obvious course was little league, when he wasn't watching a game, he was playing one, running around with his peers getting dirty and having a good time. What else was there to a perfect summer? Santi can still remember the taste of the vanilla soft serve ice cream after a long game.

When Santi's coach realize that there was a talent in him, more talent than was expexted out of his seven year old body, they suggested extra training. 'He could be something', he remembers his coach saying to his father, and Santi will never forget the look on his father's face. The pride he held that day, it was a rush.

Santi threw himself into it, baseball consumed him, even from such a young age, he knew that if he did well, if he lived beyond his potential, then he could make his family proud, and in turn, makke himself proud.

He played baseball through out middle school, and high school, and eventually, it got him into college, Vanderbilt University offering him a full ride to play for them. His mother cried the day he was offered his scholarship. His father hugged him for the first time in a while.

Tennesse was a big change compared to Syracuse, and initially, Santiago didn't adjust well. He felt like a small fish in a big pond. All of those boys on the team were recruited for a reason. It wasn't like high school where he was a standout player. He would vent his troubles to his abuela every Sunday morning over a cup of coffee during their weekly phone calls.

Eventually, things got better. Santi was able to prove himself to be worthy of his spot, and his teammates soon became some of his closest friends. His studies were fine, he kept his grades up enough to be able to play ball, the only class he was really enthusiastic about was history, his grades stayed consistently good for that one.

Santi's rise to fame wasn't effortless, no matter what anyone tells you. He worked hard, but from the outside, he looked like his scholarship, and then, his getting into the major leagues, was handed to him. He figured by then he had proved himself, but in the midst of him getting asked to play for the Chicago White Sox, he lost a few friends who thought they deserved it more.

Santi was young, and fresh faced when he began to play for the Sox, and although being the new kid was humbling, the notariety that came when he was able to prove how good he was got to his head just a little bit. People were showing up to games just to see him. People flocked to him at bars for dates or nights together. It all felt good, he felt like he was on top of the world.

| TW DEATH | It would all come crashing down when he had to take a year off because his father died in a car crash. Santi went back home, and he helped his mother, and his abuela, rebuild their lives with out their husband and son. He reconnected with his roots, and promised them both that he'd continue to make them, and his father proud. |END OF TW|

He was welcomed back to the team with open arms, but he wasn't sure he was fully in it. He wasn't sure he could go back. It wasn't until his first game, everyone cheering his name, the city skyline lit up ahead of him, that he knew he made the right choice in coming back.

PRESENT

Santi has been a power hitter and a star player for the Colorado Rockies for the last ten years. He loves the game, and his life, but he isn't sure how much longer he wants to play. Retirement is looking like it's somewhere near on the horizon. But who will he be when he's not playing? What will he do? All of these questions have been weighing on him since before the season even started.

Santi lives in the Lakeridge District with his bulldog named Bear.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 2

Dr. Two Brains began to walk out as well, planning to head home when a sudden tap on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. He turned around and gave a surprised and annoyed looked at who got his attention. "Oh..hey Learnerer." Dr. Two Brains said, giving a half hearted wave towards the villain. The Learnerer, not paying attention to Two Brains' attitude, gave a cheerful hello in return. "Greetingings Dr. Two Brains." Dr. Two Brains wasn't usually bothered by the guy. Sure his his practice of repeating suffixes was bothersome at times but his tech skills were nothing to sneeze at in the mad scientist's opinion. Though The Learner was high on his daughter's list of people that annoyed her. But hey, he had one too. "What do you want Learnerer?" Dr. Two Brains asked in a grumpy tone. The Learnerer continued to speak in an upbeat tone. "Well I was in the middle of planninging a big heist before the meeting today, but than I ran into some complications. Some of the tech I need to pull off my heist I don't have with me. I have learneded where to get it though." "So why are you talking to me if know where to get the tech you need?" Dr. Two Brains asked, now very frustrated with the villain. "Well," The Learnerer began to answer, "with the anniversary cominging up, I want to tell a story that really dazzles everybody along with giving my first criminal act one. In order to do that, I need to learn how to create the best villain story in order to impress everyone with my magnificent skills. Who better to learn how to commit a great villain crime than from Fair City's #1 villain. So if your not busy right now can you help me out here?" Dr. Two Brains rolled his eyes in face of the praise. Normally he would feel flattered, honored, and gain an ego boost when someone would compliment his status and ask for villain advice, but the mad scientist wasn't in the mood for any brow nosing nor villain team ups right now. Especially with the Learnerer. "Yeah sorry Learnerer, I'll have to pass this time around." Dr. Two Brains responded unapologetically. The Learnerer wasn't about to be so easily dissuaded. "I'll bring 30 grilled cheese sandwiches along for your troubles plus I'll give you an invention that is guarantee freeze cats on firing." Two Brains grabbed the villain's shoulders and stared at him with an eager and determined gaze as his exposed mouse brain began to vibrate. "I'll stop buy our lairs and bring my henchmen along immediately." The mad scientist spoke in a rapid tone. "Stupid cheese addiction and stupid cat phobia." Dr. Two Brains grumbled as he stuffed his mouth with another grilled cheese sandwich to appease the mouse brain, making it his 18th. He internally kicked himself for not asking the location he and the Learnerer would be robbing. But what were the chances that they would be robbing tech from Fair City's Scientific Research Department, his old workplace back from when he was Professor Steven Boxleitner. "I'm really visiting memory lane today." Two Brains acknowledged to himself as he scoured through the spare parts and inventions located in one of the department's storage units. Dr. Two Brains was amazed that these people kept the old security code that was used when he last worked here. He was also amazed with himself that he still remembered it. The mad scientist was able to sneak his fellow villain and henchmen into the storage units and pass the workers. He really didn't want anyone to notice them. Not only to avoid being spotted, but also Two Brains didn't want to risk anyone who knew him in his past to see him back here as well. Dr. Two Brains noticed The Learnerer looked surprise and somewhat thoughtful at the mad scientist's actions, but said nothing, most likely grateful for his aid. Soon the villains got into the storage where the gadgets the Learnerer needed were located without trouble and each of the men began their search. The Learnerer provided lists for each of them on what they should look for, plus visual images printed on the paper.

@melodythebunny @drtwobrainsstuff

[screampied]

hii pretty baby!!!!! HIGURUMA IS BACKKKKKK, omg i’m like ready to give him the biggest reward for coming back home. me and the kids missed him a lot 😔

yes, i have 5 dogs!! four of them are rescued or the children of ones my family rescued and passed away. but the one that murdered the pigeon is a pitbull. she is lovely and charming, and this is not at all a normal occurrence, but we think the pigeon got inside through our yard and she got scared. this reminded of my latest cat and how she would bring lizards and rats over, and give to my sibling, who might i add, has a phobia of those two animals. she was a lil bitch and i miss her everyday.

omg, i know right? like toji might be looking stinky sometimes, but that man’s wallet is as big and thick as his cock. he just likes to spend most of it with stupid bets, but he has money. give him a sugar baby, he just needs a new hobby! on god, i would’ve send you, but that shit flopped, i’m just waiting for a bit to see if it gets better, idk.

THE WORM DOESNT LOOK SOFT. it’s an ugly think, probably smells like trash and i’m gagging already. KINGSNAKES ARE SO CUTE!!! AND THE NAME??? adorable, gimme 14 of those.

toji would 1. be the happiest man alive, 2. be the saddest man alive. i fully believe he would go around and steal peoples money. like someone by his side got a large amount, next second they are dropped out on the floor and mr. toji just got the bowl of coins!

oh, makes sense. i’m not gonna lie i thought the vaseline would go somewhere more..well, you know.

five languages? you’re so cool!!!! and i love those languages name, so unique. i speak my native language, obviously, english, italian and bits and bits of korean. i can however understand spanish, french, and for some fucking reason russian? dad says i should be a linguistic because i have facility to learn languages. i think it’s cool, i want to go back to french (i used to speak as a infant because of my dad), and learn japanese.

question for today is sweet or salty food? and who do you think has the prettiest cock in jjk? i was wondering that these days and i fully believe is gojo.

OH, AND BY THE FUCKING WAY, I READ YOUR RECENT ONE…. WHAT WAS THAT? need suguru’s head glued to my pussy 😔

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NUTTY MCNUTSAR 🙆‍♀️

HIIIIII omg pookie i got sick again istg my immune system hates me like . i was dying in bed alllll day yesterday but we lived 🫡 YESSSS HIGURUMA’S BACK WE STAN. im so curious as to how he survived bc ????? but at least he’s safe 🙂‍↕️ now its sukuna n choso’s turn YAY.

you have five dogs :(((( ugh i love dogs. literally my comfort animal. i have three. i grew up around dogs my whole life aaaaughh. i wanna get a husky one day bc they r just so cute n i love their eyes sm. so cute 🥹🥹 i have a pit bull too but she’s mixed with black lab and she’s such a sweetheart. she’s the baby of the trio but she’s always getting into trouble </3 she loves going through my closet for whateverrrr reason.

not toji’s wallet as big and thick as his cock 💀. see !!!!!!!!! i try to tell my moots this all the time but they call me delusional for defending a broke man like WHAT. no one can go band for band w toji, he has a literal hell cat and stacks for days wbk !!!!!!!

STOPPPPP WORMYGURO’S SO CUTE :(((( i just wanna poke it. kinda reminds me of slime. WHY DO U HATE HIM SO MUCH HELPDOIGKH. personally, i think his worm would smell like roses :’)

LMAO UR SO RIGHT. and omg, i saw this video on twitter where this guy in new york runs up to someone on a train and steals their salad and runs away. why do i kinda feel like toji would do that to people in las vegas help 😭😭😭😭 he could steal my food any day <3

really …… what did you think i meant ……. 🧿 i would have said lip gloss too but yk its not a fashion show its survival so 🐩

thank youuuu !!!!!!! ackkk im learning italian also !!! im just taking a break tho but its such a pretty language, french also. korean omg you’re so cool, i wanna learn korean / mandarin one day. is korean hard? ouuugh i wanna learn russian also.

hmmmm i think i prefer sweet foods. prettiest cock in jjk, maybe gojo, suguru, or nanami

TEHEHEH THANKYOU FOR READING MWAH

[talesofourworlds]

He noticed the way Flynn's hand hovered over his shoulder. It made sense, Guy thought. All Flynn knew was that Guy had reacted that way when he had been touched. It was easy to forget that he'd been able to take that punch from earlier without reacting that way, but Guy didn't think it wise to point it out. It wasn't really related to what had just happened anyway. So, Guy moved so that he wasn't standing in the doorway anymore.

"I'd be surprised if it didn't," he confessed. "It... startled my friends back home when I had a similar reaction once." Back at Choral Castle, when Anise had clung to him from behind. His phobia had been a lot worse back then.

It's still bad, Guy reminded himself with a small wince. Thankfully, he was able to shake himself away from that particular line of thought as Flynn continued to speak. There was a gratitude in his eyes and the way his posture relaxed a bit. At the very least, Flynn wasn't going to push him into going into every detail of what was going on. He followed Flynn's lead, moving even further from being in the inn's doorway.

"I appreciate that, Flynn. I do. This is actually pretty personal, so... I hope you don't mind if I don't go into as much detail about it as I could. But I feel like I at least owe you something about what just happened, so I don't mind sharing a little." It didn't look like anyone was paying attention to them. Still, Guy felt like he should speak a little softer.

"I wouldn't blame you if you think this sounds weird. The reason I reacted that way is... I have this phobia of being touched by women." He was prepared for any potential reaction to admitting to that much. Some people felt like they could poke fun at him for it. After all, how often did one come across someone with that specific of a fear? Even his own friends had teased him about it before they'd known the root cause. So how would Flynn react?

"Recently, I'd felt like I'd finally started making some strides in recovering since I was able to figure out what caused the fear in the first place. But..." Well, Flynn had just seen what happened. For a suave, cool, and collected as Guy was, he still had this problem.

"I guess it still really gets to me if it happens suddenly like that." Despite the smile he tried to put on, it was apparent this fear wasn't anything he felt like he could really laugh about. Even when he tried to play it off like he did sometimes at home. Not when the reaction had been as bad as it was.

Flynn could tell that Guy was attempting to push past whatever it was that had happened just now. To try and ignore his outburst? No, not quite… but it was clear that he wasn’t trying to put a lot of focus on his actions. Flynn understood, of course. A stranger freaking out in the middle of the street wasn’t exactly something that would seem ideal for most people. Still, Flynn still worked to piece together what exactly had scared Guy so badly. Just so it could be prevented in the future.

“It was… hard not to notice, to be quite honest.” There was no sugar coating it. Not really. Guy had successfully startled everyone in the surrounding area, Flynn included. “Not to make the situation worse than it already is but…”

There was no judgment in Flynn’s tone, thankfully, as his hand hovers over the other’s shoulder, not quite touching him but to offer some sort of comfort as he tilts his head questioningly. He had been relatively okay all the way to the tavern and for a moment, some defensive part of Flynn’s brain suggested that Guy may be on edge because, to him, the Lower Quarter may seem like the ‘Shady’ part of the capital.

He refused to give in to his own paranoia though, and instead took note of just how… upset Guy looked? This wasn’t the look of a man who was paranoid about the area surrounding him. No, there was definitely something deeper going on.

“If you need a minute… that’s fine. They’ll hold our table for us.” Flynn explained slowly, moving to step out of Guy’s space so the poor man could breathe.

“You’re right, though… I wasn’t really expecting such a reaction like that. It startled me, I won’t lie to you.” Trying to lie to Guy wouldn’t do anyone any good, after all. If anything, he’d just come off as if he were coddling the man. And it wouldn’t get Flynn any closer to finding out what had caused this to begin with.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with the idea but…” Flynn stepped to the side, urging Guy to follow so they could at least get out of the way of the door to the inn. Just in case this happened again. “... I’d like to help make you more comfortable with your stay in Zaphias. If something is making you uneasy, I’d like to help remedy that, if it’s within my power. Or at least make things easier.”