#they are more like migranes for them i think but still

[random-rabid-creature]

one of my mooties had a gamne called Test Elevator on roblox as one of his interests in his pinned and i was like "ohh let me check that out" and i adore it alredy. it is in a very early stage rn so it isn't all that polished (there's only like 9 floors total rn) but it is so charming fr

fanart i made of my favorite npcs. DarkWin and MR. BADGER. i liek them a lot

[orjustori]

i love when artists explicitly write/draw eddie and steve with very noticeable, maybe even deforming scars. i love when they dont fail to mention the repercussions the things they've been through have left on their bodies. because yes, we talk a lot about ptsd and horrible nightmares and all the psychoemotional issues, but we should totally talk more about the physical side of it.

eddie with a scar on his jaw that tugs when he smiles and aches after a long effusive rant. having to use mobility aides like a crutch or a walking stick because the muscles on his leg never fully recovered and the scars on his abdomen hurt if he tries to tighten his core too hard.

steve with awful migranes and early onset hearing loss and complex vision problems and slight trouble breathing because his head/face got fucked up one too many times. the scars on his back that got infected because no one gave them notice, that are now scars that twinge when he moves his arms and hurt after a day of running around with the kids. the scars on his abdomen that restrict his range of motion. that raspiness in his voice that never went away after a bat tried to crush his windpipe.

i don't know where i'm going with this i just... we constantly recognize their heroic deeds, but i think it's also important to remember that they are not heroes. they are just teenagers who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. they were doomed by the narrative, literally cannon fodder, and their bodies tell the history of that, and of how they're still here despite it all.

[twilightt-fantasy]

migraines [aro volturi]

request: Hello!! I read some of your fics here and I really like them!! If you're still taking requests, could I ask for one with Aro and a human reader who suffers from bad migranes? Maybe where she finds his cold touch helps ease the pain?

requested by: anon

warnings: none

just a short one, thanks for requesting!

the lights were off, a glass of ice water sitting beside you on your bedside table. aro’s chambers were silent, though the silence didn’t make a single difference to your pounding head.

the ice cap on your head wasn’t helping either and you wanted to cry. migraines were terrible and yours always felt like they were on another level. you had gotten them for years and no matter what you did or tried, nothing ever seemed to help.

you lifted your hands to your covered eyes and pressed into them, hoping to get a bit of relief from the pressure points above your eyes. this always seemed to help a little bit, but never enough to bring full relief. your head felt full, the aching pain pressed firmly against all sides of your skull. you could feel it in your eyes and it was radiating down through your ears.

you would think after dealing with these for years, you would have found some relief but you could not be so lucky.

“mia cara?” aro’s soft voice murmured and you groaned quietly. even the quietness of his voice had your head aching. “another migraine?”

you lifted your hand from under your blanket to give him a thumbs up. you could hear his amused chuckle from your spot and felt the bed dip down as he laid beside you. “i know one simple solution for this.”

“no.” you told him, already knowing what he was going to say. while your migraines were miserable, you still wanted a few more human years. “not yet.”

aro hummed, his own cold hands moving under your ice cap to peel it off. you moaned in protest, the pounding instantly getting worse before aro’s hands replaced the cap.

his fingers pressed into those same pressure points and gently rubbed, his palms covering the rest of your face easily as his own chill began to slightly ebb away at the pain.

“oh.” you moaned quietly, finding much needed relief through his fingers. “that’s a little better.”

he did this everything but for some reason, you always forgot that he was the only one to bring you any relief. aro smiled at you softly and leaned down to place a kiss on your hairline. “sleep now, cara mia. the pain will be gone when you awake.”

with how gently he was massaging your skin and how quickly the pain was lessening, you believed him easily and quickly fell into a painless sleep.

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson & Batman Fic Recs

A rec list featuring the relationship between Percy Jackson and Batman | Bruce Wayne (DC). If possible, no Percy/Annabeth. Requested by @captainquake42. Enjoy!

For general PJO/HoO and Batman (DC) Crossovers, check out this rec list.

There is no such thing as too much family… i don’t think…? by YourFriendlyNeighbourhoodAries

Not Rated | 3.2k+ | Sept 1, 2023

Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne

Misunderstandings, Protective Poseidon, Hurt Percy Jackson

Sally finds out about her two long lost brothers, The Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist Tony Stark and, Billionaire Bruce Wayne. How did she find these two billionaire brothers that she didn’t even know she had in the first place? Well, its sort of a long story but when she found one of them (guess who) standing in her living room in a metal suit is a good place to start. Or: Percy’s family just got bigger by 2… No, sorry 5… 6?

The Gods Watching Above by blackbwt

G | 4.0k+ | Last Updated May 2, 2023

Percy Jackson & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Protective Batfamily, Tim Drake is a Demigod

"Hm, we just fought a monster...?" Percy deadpans, weirdly glancing at the anti hero before them, and turning to Tim, he whispers lowly, "Are they always slow like that?" "No shit, Sherlock!" Jason closes his eyes, trying to ignored the buzzing of an incoming migrane and sarcastically glares at the two other teens, "I'm asking why it was targeting only you two? Why wasn't it trying to kill B and me too?" "Oh shit. Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag. Fuck this, who cares, anyways?" Tim chuckles tightly, avoiding the eyes of his kinda-off-brother, "Well, I kinda am a demigod." Or: To say that Bruce and Jason are confused when in the middle of patrol, a monster pops out of nowhere to kill Tim Drake, it's an understandment. When a boy too much alike Tim comes to the rescue, they see things can get even more confused. Meanwhile Percy Jackson just wants to take his baby brother home to watch the new episode of The Last of Us together Honestly, Tim Drake just wants a break, but he is a demigod, so he should know better by now.

The Family Secret by Reed_Pebble

M | 4.4k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne, Percy Jackson & Jason Todd, Percy Jackson & Dick Grayson

Family Issues, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Dead Bruce Wayne

When Bruce Wayne dies the Wayne brothers gather for the first time in years. All five in the same building. But with Jason still legally dead, one smol assassin added to the family and one member of the family still in the dark about the family secret. Antics are in order.

I Am Retired by Geek_of_all_things

G | 32k+ | Last Updated Nov 15, 2023

Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne, Percy Jackson & Jason Todd, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Powerful Percy Jackson, Surprise Uncle Bruce Wayne, Protective Batfamily (DCU)

Percy is tired. He has fought in two wars and battled in numerous quests. He is done being a pawn for the gods to use. Now finished with high school, the next step for Percy is college. Where else better to get away from the gods than Gotham University, located in a city where the humans are so crazy that no monsters enter. It will be a paradise for Percy. A place for him to relax in his retirement while attending college. It is a shame that Percy cannot seem to catch a break. As he navigates a new ‘normal’ life in Gotham, he soon learns about an unknown Uncle. One that has an affinity for bats. Looks like Percy’s family and world just got bigger.

It's Only Fair by lothaleris 

T | 70k+ | Last Updated Feb 4, 2023

Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne, Percy Jackson & Jason Todd, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson is a Mess, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Female Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson moves away from New York to Gotham where she finds an apartment that's cheap. She finally feels like she can breathe now that she's gotten away. One day she comes home to a little street kid trying to rob her apartment. What does she do? Feeds him obviously. Jason meets a really weird girl who is new to Crime Alley. Who the hell feeds and clothes the person robbing them? Obviously she's an idiot. So naturally, she needs someone to protect her from herself. Who better than Jason?

The Sea's Warrior by PokemonDestiny (Chaotic_Gremlin)

T | 82k+ | Last Updated Feb 20, 2023

Percy Jackson/Kaldur'ahm, Percy & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Bruce Wayne, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase <- only in the first chapter

Female Percy Jackson, Bruce Wayne is Percy's Uncle, Depressed Percy Jackson

Percy has faced down the horrors of war and the mythological world. Now dealing with the aftermath of the final battle, she's sent to live with a relative. One who has nonconventional hobbies such as crime fighting and vigilante justice. You know, just a normal thing in Percy's life.

[techtalksfics]

If i may...

A migrane care fic would be nice. Wrecker using his inside voice and letting you sleep on his chest. Or maybe using his big hand as an eye mask bc you lost yours.

Totally NOT a fantasy of mine or anything 🫣

I loved this request! Whilst I've luckily never had a migraine, I've had friends suffering from them so I hope this lives up to expectations.

It's the first real thing I've written for the Bad Batch in a long while so I'm super, super nervous to post. I really hope it's okay!

Migraine Support (Wrecker x gn!Reader)

Summary: Wrecker comes to the rescue when you're having a migraine. Cute support is offered.

Warnings: None - this is pure Wrecker fluff

Word Count: 947 words

"HEY, babe! You missed one hell of a mission. I mean the whole thing was like... BOOM!" Wrecker's loud and energetic voice reverberated through the entire bunk room as he entered the space looking for you. But then he noticed you lying on the bed, blocking out the lights with your hand over your eyes. Your hand was rather unsuccessfully doing the job based on the pained expression on your face. You were having the worst migraine you'd have in a while. Every time you moved your hands from your eyes, the agonising flashes of light you saw and the worsened throbbing in your head were truly unbearable, and even with your eyes closed, you were still feeling nauseous and the pain in the your head was agonising.

"OW!" You winced and groaned in pain as his voice decimates your brain. "Inside voice, Wrecker. Inside voice." He all but yelps in dismay, albeit he tries to do so quietly as he sees you lying there; a truly sorry sight for his eyes. He takes the sight in. You lying on your side, facing away from him with you hand over your eyes, clearly trying to block out the fluorescent lights in the bunk room. He reckoned your little hands weren't doing much in the way of removing the light from your vision. He frowned at the sight. He really did hate seeing you in pain.

You then feel the weight of the bunk droop and a hand gently falls to your waist as he sits beside you. He lowers his voice to what can only be described as a Wrecker whisper. It's not quite a whisper but it's close enough to one, you supposed. "Is it one of your migraines, baby?"

You nod a little, wincing as this movement did your pain no favours, keeping your hand over your eyes. "Where's your eye mask babe?" You shrug, not having a single clue or care as to where you'd left it this time. You were pretty sure you'd left it on Ord Mantell, on your last visit. But to be fair, it could be in any star system you'd visited since Ord Mantell and wherever the hell you are now. Either way, the pain and confusion brought on the migraine was blocking any reasonable thoughts on the matter. You really did not care. He lowers his voice even further, "wait right here...I'll be right back." His voice is kindly getting quieter and quieter for your benefit. When the bunk bounces up slightly, you gather he must be walking away.

"Where the hell else am I gonna go?" You retort somewhat bitterly as the pain is putting you more than a little on edge. He chuckles a little at that, mumbling 'good point' as he heads out to speak to Tech in the cockpit.

"Hey Tech," he says, approaching him quickly, "do ya think you could cut the lights to the bunks for a bit? They're having one of them migraines and the lights in the bunk ain't helpin'." Tech sighs a little but agrees, resolving the matter quickly.

"The lighting systems to the bunk room are now off," Tech confirms in a rush as he quickly goes back to the previous maintenance work he was performing.

Wrecker thanks him and quickly returns to you, attempting to be as quiet as possible as he now enters the dark bunk room. He sits beside you on the bunk again, his weight drooping the bed a little again, making his return obvious. He carefully whispers, "does that help at all?" You nod only a little, learning from your previous mistake. But you were still too scared to take your hand away from your eyes, wishing to avoid any extra pain.

After a few moments of silence, he clambers over you carefully, lying on the inside of the bunk beside you. His arm adjusts you in a surprisingly delicate and careful manner. He guides your body towards him and you naturally cuddle into him, an instinct you'd developed over the course of your relationship. The arm closest to you, slips under your neck, your head now resting on it. His fingers gently stroke your hair. He is trying so hard to keep as quiet as he can; showing you affection through action instead of words that would clearly only make things worse. After all, his indoor voice was not that much quieter than his normal voice.

"Do you, maybe, wanna use my hand to cover your eyes?" He seems somewhat nervous and careful when asking this, wondering if that might be an incredibly weird thing to suggest. But when your hand slowly falls away from your closed eyes, he quickly replaces it with his much larger, coarse one. The sheer size of his hand covers most of your face, and it perfectly blocks out all remaining light. You sigh a little in relief. That was much, much better.

"Thank you, sweetie," you mumble quietly, burying yourself into him a little more with your hand now over his chest. "These stupid migraines," you complain, "I wish they'd just stop. I hate it." The statement was honeyed with desperation and distress in equal measure but Wrecker simply held you closer, his hand massaging your head gently, playing with your hair in intervals, just how he knew you liked it. "Did - did Tech cut the lighting systems off in here?" The sudden realisation that the darkness in the bunk room was a lot more potent than it had been just minutes earlier.

"Yeah," Wrecker whispers gently, his breath tickling your hair, "I reckun you needed a bit of a break from the lightin' in here. He'll turn it back on after your migraine goes away." Your heart could melt at the softness and thoughtfulness of this beautiful man whose hand covered your eyes. You knew Wrecker struggled with quietness, being such a fan of explosions and chaos. His love and enthusiasm towards the chaotic battles and loud music was unmatched by anyone.

Suddenly, you felt a soft, small plushie being placed between you. ‘Lula,’ you thought to yourself, and you smiled a little at that. You know how much he loves Lula, she was the answer to all his sadness, and he clearly hoped it would be the same for you.

After a little while, you finally managed to take a small nap, waking up hours later, feeling slightly better than before. Wrecker slept peacefully beside you. The hand that had been covering your face was now holding your much smaller hand over his chest. You smiled softly at the sight. His innocent face contented by his slumber. For now, you were happy to just lay there with him and Lula of course; your sweet and loving Wrecker, the cuddly, caring bear had made that migraine feel so much better.

[lu-lus-dicks]

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 2

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 2/? / chapter Word count: 1852 / total word count: 3283

Featuring: babygirl anon and @xxx-angie . eventually will feature solis, the oc of @soliac-snecc

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: I am a little drunk while writing the start of this, forgive me for any weird mistakes and stuff. bit of a change to the script, angie will no longer be a villain, but an obstacle and yes. I am currently the only true villain. the font size joke was very much forced in

this chapter is huskers-bar focused

"Ugh... Fuck"

The growly and gruff voice of Huskers echoed throughout the empty room. They winced as they rolled over in bed, accidentally knocking over a pile of empty bottles. The sound of their clinking was giving them a headache. One shattered at the side of the makeshift bed of their small private room-

Which you can only get at voxtek, come and become a part of the family! Voxtek, trust us with your employment and living quarters-

Ugh, they must be hallucinating... They squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The migrane wasn't helping. Huskers stared at the ceiling, a little more dazed than usual. They tried to recall what happened, but the past few hours were completely wiped from their memory. It must've been one of those days. They look over at the clock.

It'a about time they get to work...

With one groan they get up, dragging their hands on the floor as they reach for their keys and phone. The room still spun a little, but it's not like they had a choice. They headed towards the door, less than ready, and finally left their sanctuary.

~

"Where the fuck is my cameraman?!" The angry shouting of Val could be heard from behind closed doors. Vox can already hear the glasses breaking and his precious voxtek equipment getting destroyed. The frustration of dealing with that mans temper never stops. Who does he think he is anyway?! Making all these expensive equipment costs money! Precious money! And it doesn't help the fact that he always demands the highest quality cameras too. Besides, why does he need them?! His eyes see in 144p anyway!

It was right at that point when a knife cut through the wooden door and broke yet another piece of expensive furniture. Great. All these were custom made god damn it.

Vox sighed heavily, trying to pinch an imaginary bridge of his nose, before his fingers were met with the flatness of his screen. It was the thought that counts.

"Hey huskers" vox called out with casual annoyance, like he'd rather not be dealing with this right now.

Huskers who had been loading up the latest voxtek equipment paused and turned their attention to Vox. "Yes?" They asked.

"I need you to take over the cameraman duty, our regular isn't showing up on time" Vox explained, already making his way to the door and waving his hand dismissively, muttering something under his breath about killing their regular with a five headed spear later.

Huskers, hurried to put away the box, which they assumed was filled with weird sex toys, and hurried over to Val's door. The knife sticking out of the door was concerning but it wouldn't be the first. Carefully they opened the door, readying themselves to dodge any attack thrown their way. Luckily for them, Val seemed to be distracted with another employee.

"Hi, I'm a stand-in for the cameraman" husk said, sliding over to the cameras sneakily. Val of course noticed and angrily shouted. "Fucking finally! That slut finally sent a bitch. Now chop chop!"

~

The job of a cameraman was not an easy one, especially when the scene in front of you is ridiculous. Not intentionally of course, but husk had to keep it in if they valued their life. Val didn't seem like the type of person who would take that kind of "disrespect" lightly.

"Oh daddy, please don't stack all those donuts on my penis!" Came the overly sexual and whimpering voice of Angie, who finally had gotten that line down without breaking character. A fish demon groaned, both for the act and because this stupid scene had finally been recorded after attempt number 69, much to everyone's relief. Val was getting antsy and would murder some poor employee any second.

Husk didn't know how angie took any of it seriously, even the sexier scenes. The whole scripted aspect felt very silly and goofy.

They guessed it didn't matter though, their job was finally done and they can fuck off from the studio. Husk would not be missing this place. They got up off their chair and just as they were about to head out, Angie, the one and only, had stopped them with an arm on the shoulder.

"Hey there new kid, pleasure-" he said, moaning out that specific word like a bitch in heat "to be doin buisness with ya" he said, offering two hands to shake husks one. Angie leaned against one of the lamps, nearly knocking it over in the process and started eyeing them up and down. "So, what brings ya to this studio?"

Huskers was visibly a little put off by the directness, but they should've expected as much. Everyday an event just reminds them that they are indeed in hell and that only the worst of the worst live here...

Ah, yes the question. "I'm just a stand-in for whoever was here before" They answered, pointing vaguely at the outside world. "Vox asked me to, and honestly doing camerawork is a much lighter load than what I was doing before"

Angie quirked a brow at this, either confused or not expecting that response. It could've honestly been both. His demeanor changed quickly though. "yeah. say, whatchya doin later?" biting his lip, he wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that would make grown men cum on the spot.

"Drowning down my sorrows with liquor" Huskers deadpanned, not biting at that fruit angel was so provocatively dangling in front of them. A scoff from him was expected. what wasn't expected though, was that the scoff was more amused than offended.

"you remind me of someone. say, how do you feel about redemption?"

~

"And these are the cockroaches that won't stop breeding! and this is the wall with a record breaking repairs done to it, and here's Angies dildo collection and-"

"babe, we've talked about this, you don't have to show them everything" Vaggie said, patting charlies shoulder hoping to ease or at least slow down the excited vibrating of her dearly beloved.

"Right, right! Sorry!" Charlie was quick to snap out of it, offering a small kiss to the back of Vaggies palm as an appreciative thank you and returning her attention back to Husk.

Husk was very much overwhelmed. All the energy in the room was making their brain sort-circuit and start buffering. They felt like they were under a microscope and being prodded with electric wires and it was... strangely pleasant. "Uh... Yes hi?"

A very mischievous chuckle came from nearby, one very much at a higher pitch of frequency and- Wait, is that the radio demon?

"Pardon my intrusion, but what is that on your wrist?" Alastor the radio demon said, bending his slutty waist to lean down at Husks eye level. "I believe there's a strict 'no voxtek products' policy here. Did you not bother to read the sign?" Alastor pointed his cane over to the whiteboard, which read:

RULES:

no Voxtek

no Vox

Jambalaya every friday

One of those sexy tentacles reached out, unclipping and retrieving the watch. He held it up in the air in front of everyone to see.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as Vaggie swiftly retrieved her spear from behind her back, pointing it menacingly at Husk "Not another one of these idiots" Vaggie growled, now in her defensive position. Angie and Charlie both flew to husk's defense, meanwhile Husk remained frozen in place. This was how they double died wasn't it?

"It's okay guys, they just work at voxtek. They're okay, I would know. They're harmless" Angie used one set of arms to shield husk and the other to gesture for everyone to ease their guard. The tension did die down a little, but that was fine. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, but Angie knew that Charlie would soon work her magic and convince everyone to give Husk a chance, as per usual.

~

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"nun get out! I need to take a shit" dickmaster banged on the hotel's currently singular clean bathroom. The force of their knocking was definitely excessive and damaging to their hands, but it got the desperation of the request-no-demand across.

"you said to help answer asks, so I am doing that... in the toilet" Nun yelled through the door, not even bothering to look towards the door, currently blocking access to Dickmasters relief.

"I doubt that" Dickmaster crossed their arms, and legs. Their bladder was about to fucking explode. Just at that moment a ding went off on their phone.

'nunalastor just posted: anonymous asked...'.

huh.

guess they were actually answering asks in there.

"Okay fine but I still need to shit! Do your answering outside!"

"I'll get out after one more ask" Nun chuckled, knowing full well, they weren't about to stop the torment anytime soon.

"Your eyesight is piss poor. I doubt you can even read anything on your phone"

"You'll just have to wait and see~"

And of course, as any normal sane person would do in this situation, Dickmaster decided to start banging on the door until either nun had enough and left or until the door broke and they murdered nun themself.

"I bet your phone's font size is 230%-"

~

All that banging attracted the attention of Husk, who had been wandering around the room with Angie. They weren't walking together, but their paths were the same.

"What's that noise?"

"Oh that? That's just our marketing team doing their job"

"Sounds like fucking... Are they fucking?"

"HA, doubt it..." there was a pause, both in the speech and in the walk. "Maybe, sex sells afterall" Angie shrugged and continued walking forward.

"seems counterproductive for a place made for rehabilitation..."

Husk couldn't help but be curious. This hotel had turned out to be everything they hadn't expected from Hell. The residents were surprisingly pleasant, and even the staff, though weird as fuck, weren't as unbearable as the other sinners in Hell. Now that they thought about it, Charlie never mentioned a marketing staff. She seemed so excited to share about the hotel and it's people. One would think she wouldn't forget to mention them, right?

unable to resist the curiousity, Husk had to know who they were. They quietly sneaked towards the source of the banging. They rounded the corner and was met with an... Interesting visual. One demon, black eyes with yellow pupils desperately pounding on a door.

Dickmaster paused their relentless banging, a feeling of being watched washing over them. Their head snapped immediately in Husk's direction, locking eyes with them. Their expression displayed emotional as well as physical constipation.

Husk froze, their body stiffening like a board. Had they interrupted something? Should they make a break for it? The state of being caught in such an awkward situation was undeniably terrifying. With a rigid and awkward wave, Husk managed an awkward smile. And then they realised-

"Are you nunalastor? You look just like your profile picture"

FUCK, they're going to get accused of being a stalker.

[dxsumi]

hi! i'm zero (she/her) and i'm here to introduce u all to jeong sumi who has the ability of telepathy!! i'll be busy for the next two days so my replies may be a little sporadic with plotting but i'll still be around and after those days i will be free :D i can give my dc if u want but i'll likely be faster at replying on here T__T just drop a like and i'll be in ur inbox asap!

who is she . . ?

sumi's parents were only 19 & 21 when they had her and were living in the north side as her father was establishing himself as a n.e.p.a agent. letting success and wealth get to his head, he kicked her mother out when sumi was only 2 months old, leaving the two to fend for themselves.

luckily her mother's parents welcomed them into their home in the east side and they settled in, her mother becoming a nurse at sacred heart and sumi joining the public school system once she became of-age.

she inherited her telepathy from her father and only got officially classified at age 8 when her mother took her to the doctor to help with her intense migranes that kept her from attending school.

her mother advised her against using her ability due to the headaches it causes, leading to sumi growing a habit of avoiding eye contact and supressing her ability when she can. this, in turn, has halted sumi's understanding of what she can actually do.

she thrived in school, achieving top marks in almost all the science-related subject (don't ask her about anything artsy or humanities related though...) and went on to pursue research and mutagen biology.

she joined factor x as an intern a few years after leaving high school, her father's status as a highly regarded n.e.p.a agent ensuring her acceptance into the program and her internship turning into a full-time job. she continues to work her ass off to try and prove herself but she still falls flat at times.

her father and mother have been on-and-off all her life, the man often coming back to them and her mother accepting him as they fall back in love for the bajillionth time before he abandons them again, leaving her mother heartbroken and sumi abandoned and angry.

because of him she hates the elite, assuming that the wealth and the power got to his head and is the reason he desserted them. she thinks selfishness and cruelty comes with the wealthy status and avoids the north side as much as she can.

she moved out by herself once she secured the job at factor x and now lives in top view towers with her ginger cat tang who she adopted off the street (though she is allergic to cats.)

she may seem moody and unaproachable but often that's due to migranes or exhaustion, sumi being incredibly friendly and gentle despite her not-so friendly exterior.

wanted connections / plot ideas . .

coworkers - the two both work for factor x somehow and have ran into each other multiple times. though they get along, the two of them constantly compete. while sumi is unaware why your muse does it, she wants to prove herself as either better or on the same level as your muse.

old friends - the two were super close during their school years, spending almost every moment together during their days and spending their weekends at each other's houses. unfortunately the two had a falling out and now it just feels awkward whenever they run into each other..

neighbours - the two live in the same building and see each other often, always greeting each other but never going beyond a simple 'hello'. sumi can't help but dread when she knocks on your muses door to ask for some flour for her baking because going out just takes way too much effort.

mind reader - she overhears your muses thoughts and..woah that was juicy..! surely she doesn't look suspicious following a random stranger around so she can look in their eyes and hear more gossip about your muse's life.

jealousy - tang is terribly orange. and tang is unfortunately so stupid that he's smart. the cat has a habit of sneaking out of sumi's apartment and making his way down to the front of the building, meowing and purring to get pats and food. why does sumi feel jealous seeing her tang purring against your muses hand when she comes home?

and some more general ones: childhood friends, just friends in general, enemies, enemies to friends, rivalries, romance, coworkerness...i'm open to anything!

[wheelie-hurting]

6h late to the rant but OH GOD this is gonna be a nightmare of a semester from gym class alone

yesterday (monday) I was tryna participate in gym class cuz despite being disabled I typically don't mind most gym activities, but heres a thing with whatever specific chronic pain I have: I won't realize I pushed my physical breaking point until it's way too late. Like I'll be chilling and then suddenly the worst migrane will hit, followed by my entire body simotaniously wanting to spasm and being unable to move due to the intense pain. To the point that when I asked the gym teacher to sit out (which he let me do no problem cuz he knew my issues) I could barely walk to the outside of the gym (where my friends were cuz one was recovering from a panic attack) and once I got out there I was basically unable to move due to a mix of having to stand still as for my body to not completely go haywire and because more movement = more pain. At some point both me & the friend who was sitting out cuz panic attack both ended up laying on the floor cuz they were lightheaded and my body was about to either go haywire or tense up enough to where I couldn't move so I wanted to atleast be on the ground just incase, and while the friend who was lightheaded got actual help from the 2 other friends sitting out for no reason I was just given a bunch of shitty jokes and sarcastic "are you okay?"s and after admitting that I genuinely wasn't okay (as if me going on about the fact that my body was doing everything wrong at once wasn't a major hint that HEY I WASN'T FINE.) the only one who rlly stepped up to help me was the friend I was the closest too and she helped me sit up and attempted to get a tylenol from the office for me (couldn't because I had to be there to get it. bad thing to say when the "I" in question is currently unable to walk but that secretary just seems to want me dead for being crippled anyways) while the other 2 friends were too busy making jokes abt how they wanted to fuck eachother to even glance over at me. Fastforward a bit and gym ends, gym teacher helps me stand up, friend who had to sit out cuz of a panic attack talks to gym teacher abt stuff I didn't care to eavesdrop on and I barely manage to get in and out of that changing room. my body still feels like its pain-burning (like. its almost like a burning feeling but without the heat and just the pain) today and I'm debating just missing school today cuz of this. fuck my dumbass body's inability to know when to stop until its too late and fuck Kat & Quade who couldn't get their eyes off eachother for a second to try and give a shit about another human being

honestly can’t really imagine what it’s like to have ablebodied friends as a physically disabled person, well i have one but they’re incredibly helpful, and it must be so disappointing to have your ‘friends’ ignore you like that. i’m truly sorry that you had to experience that & you deserve so much better.

you truly think that your friends will be there, and when they’re not, it’s really hard to grasp honestly. like, do you not care?? (you as in the friends).

i’ve had many one sided friendships where i’ve had to do all the work, while getting nothing in return myself. it truly feels like a betrayal.

i’m incredibly happy to be surrounded by physically disabled friends, because in a special way, i can ALWAYS rely on them. there are days where their issues are worse than mine, or they are hindered by their physical disability so they can’t help with something; but they will always think about how they can help in case they can’t help in a specific way. it’s just a completely other experience than with able bodied ppl.

i truly hope you’ll get surrounded by more physically disabled people in your life, it’s a game changer.

much love to you, and i with a low pain/symptoms day for you! (and otherwise, the ability to manage the pain/symptoms)💚

[qwuilty]

Give more postal 1 hcs ?!?! Please :D

Im getting ready to head to bed soon but yknow what, hell yeah i can share some more:

I think Dude, in all universes really, would have absolutely grown up on public access television. It was cheaper, accessible, and always there, so it makes sense to me. P1 specifically i can see being a sesame street kid, his favorite being snuffy (for reasons that are totally not depressing relating to deep profound loneliness and a sense of disconnect from people i swear)

He has a pretty bad posture issue as well as almost constantly tense shoulders. Since hes fairly tall, hes gotten used to having his head tilted down leading to neck pains. Hes also just generally not great at taking care of his health and hygine which doesnt really help his case, either physically or socially since he's well. Kind of sweaty.

His eyesight isnt bad enough to NEED glasses all the time, but he does wear them when having to read small fonts and more blurry text. Due to aforementioned not really keeping up with his health, his glasses are probably way out of prescription now, but theyre so damn expensive, hes willing to take the slight migrane.

He has kind of a set up in his living room for camping out during bad nights, mainly being he has a pillow and blanket on his couch to sleep on and a cheap chair he dragged over to the table by his window to look out at whatever he percives as being out there. Usually to keep himself somewhat level headed or at least TRY to, he puts on a documentary or some nonsense fluff show on a lower volume. The news is an absolute no at this point though, too much doomspiraling and paranoia on top of already being paranoid.

Im usually kind of hesitant to assign like music headcanons cause it relies on my own taste vs others, but i generally agree with stuff like him liking NIN, Korn, i also think hes unironically a big Radiohead fan, he likes their sound. (Does not help that despite it being kind of a joked about song, i think creep is very fitting for him-)

He tries his best to be humble and not too needy, it's good virtues, but he cant help getting excited about praise and fixate on others words. He's the kind of guy who thinks all day about someone who said he did a good job in the morning, he does things mostly out of (or what he at least wants to come off as) a more selfless kindness and simply because he has to, but praise and adoration is something he wont say no to. And he will want more and more of it, so be prepared.

Physical closeness is something he's always struggled with, platonic or romantic. There's a feeling of a barrier between him and other people so he tends to sit a good distance away, not wanting to intrude upon others. Having someone go more into his space can disorient him, makes him pretty flustered to be even recognized as a living person too.

If someone breaks through to him, he may be a bit clingy at first, he didnt have much experience establishing proper boundaries so figuring out someone elses is another can of worms. He can be convinced to step back a bit and calm down, but even still, frankly the man is just absolute touchstarved. Touch drought for this man.

[wormslikeme]

I know a lot of people shit on remakes of classic games/games with outdated graphics and for good reason. We should absolutely come at rerelease products with a critical eye because many of them are cash grab type plays by the company’s that produce them.

But in the other side, I get so excited when an older game gets a remake because that means I can finally play them. A lot of older games like silent hill, original resident evils, ect. Give me massive migranes due to the graphics of the time which makes it borderline impossible for me to enjoy them. But with a remake? The game can now be made more accessible through graphics and the now mostly standard acess ability settings that modern games have.

Idk I was just thinking about the silent hill 2 remake (if it ever comes out) and the remakes of the resident evil games and how greatful I am to have gotten to experience them due to modern tech and it’s accessibility.

It’s absolutely not perfect and Accessibility I’m gaming is still an issue but I think it’s cool that things are to a point where more people can experience classic games in a new way.

[tblsomedoodles]

. . . a brain geared towards body horror really would have a field day with the family web au (it's me). Bc like. If Raph already had red eyes I imagine the further mutation at maturation would be along the lines of like. Seeing through cloaking magic & Illusions maybe? Maybe he had a migrane for a while while that manifested. And the twins holy mackrel the possibilities. Perhaps one of their arms getting stuck on the bridge of one's shell in the growth process? That could hurt. And with Mikey's eyes I would wager another migrane, one that aches to the bone as his skull reconfigures (part of me wants to write a horror sequence where he wakes up after, not quite sure whats going on, eyes crusted over-with what he assumes is typical sleep crust. but growing 4 new eyelids cant be a bloodless process and head wounds of any sort bleed. Bad. And then someone sees him stumbling blindly to the bathroom, blood smeared all across his face, and screams bloody murder.) Adding if they assume that's all the changes that will occur, Mikey having a simple cough, an aching throat that turns into a mess of built up web and the retching and heaving ribs because he doesn't realize there's something caught, doesn't know what to do or how to loose it

. . . . . . I adore all the fluff but I'm built for horror

Oh definitely, especially early on in the fic like this. (This is pretty much were i'm starting it since it's kind of shifted from a 'sad alternate backstory' fic to a 'solving mysteries about sad alternate backstory' fic.)

I Really like Raph's eyes not just changing color but having a little extra ability with it. Especially if they end up seeing things like Donnie's goggles do, but he doesn't notice immediately. Like it's Raph. I love the kid but he'd probably go around for a week just assuming that there was a sudden influx of yokai not wearing cloaking broaches lol.

(putting in a break b/c it's kinda long and body horror stuff) (just more developing spider traits stuff)

Honestly, the whole thing starts out pretty slow. Like Raph has some itchy eyes that no amount of sleep or eye drops will make stop. Mikey starts out with just some headaches. Donnie's side ache but not enough to be a problem (just enough that Leo tells him he should take a break from his battle shell until it's better.) Leo's the last one to start developing anything for various reasons.

But yeah, they don't really notice anythings wrong until they wake up one morning to find that Donnie's sides hurt so bad that he can't move away from his desk. And those arms coming in, hurt. Especially at the start. As far as Leo and Donnie are concerned, they still have the tiny bit of development those extra arms accomplished from before mutation. (basically just quarter sized bumps on their sides hidden under the bits of shell on their sides. they are well aware they're there and can feel if their there by touching them but it's not viable.) So when they begin developing again, the will-be arms have to force their way through that bit of shell first, kind of like how a tooth grows in through gums. And that's the most painful part of that process. That's what makes Donnie basically unable to move and Raph so concerned that he all but drags Leo out of bed to look at him. (b/c Medic Leo is my jam lol)

Raph, i think would mostly deal with some aches and burning sensations on (or behind) his eyes as his fully develop. Maybe a migraine with heightened light sensitivity so Leo tells him to stay in his room with the lights off.

And you're so right about Mikey! i feel so bad for him now! B/c those headaches would just get worse, and turn to bad migraines that feel like his skull is splitting apart. Eyes can't develop without a spot to develop, so spots would open up for them and, as you said, head wounds bleed a lot so yeah. Poor Raph would just see Mikey and just panic. And i imagine Leo's just starting his own arm development, but regardless of whatever pain he's in, he bolts out of bed b/c Raph screaming at 4am cannot be good. (and with the way things have been going with their mutations, someone probably developed a third eye or something. Scratch that, a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth eye.) But that's not it for Mikey, b/c he's developing webs too and oh that poor kid.

but yeah, early on when it's all developing, is most certainly very rough for the boys. It's painful, and scary, and they're just so confused. (and Leo's just trying to medic everyone while no experience in this or have any good idea of what's going.)

Thank you! This was really cool! Especially since it's dealing with the fic content i'm actively working on. : ) Very helpful, thanks again!

[numberonepartyboy]

uhhhhhhh

redemption way:

odon realises hes been manipulated by the overlord all this time and betrays him (after a lot of thinking ab their relationship n why she follows him. doesnt turn rigth away.) helps the ninja to get away by making their army turn away from and saving other civilians from the crystal army. very nervous to confront overlord.

odons emotions bubble up from all the stress and it lashes out at overlord instead of garm rumi n lloyd. dont get to kill him as their energy was drained out by the crystals but make an opening for the others to attack him. after defeating overlord run away to the forest and have a breakdown.

doesnt know what to do with her life post crystalized.

dont suffer the crystal rot like harumi or others in this one. but have everlasting effects (damaged lungs, bad eyesight and have a coughing fit everytime he breathes a little too hard. or laughs too hard)

lloyd wants to reach out to her but doesnt know where she is. finds him in a forest dehydrated and almost dead/unconsious. nursed back to health by the ninja. have a Talk with lloyd.

have been living w ninja for sometime but it feels like a slob so they leave them (no note or something). return back to old locations and shake up their memories as lloyds henchman and their friendship. make their way to the monastery and find cole. odon dumps everything they fell to him and cole comforts her and now they have trauma dump bond after sometime. (^idk what to do w this just take it pls. i just need to establish cole/odon qpp)

post merge have been picked up by the administration and now work a 9-5 under jay/his assistant. have to help him not to ruin his health and keep away him from smoking n drinking n try to make him actually work. bad at this as she is nervous about knowing that he has lighting powers (jay doesnt know this, odon keeps this a secret from him in fear that he will shock them to death.)

post merge have amnesia. saw arin but dont know who she is. lol

revival of the dead way:

odon doesnt leave overlord and stand by him until theyre been fatally wounded by oni lloyd. bleed out the whole fight and after overlord has been defeated run away and die in a forest from both the crystalization and wound from lloyd. have cursed themself as they were dying. in the departed realm seeing old villains (HAVING A SHITTY TIME) post crystalized lloyd doesnt go to find them, as he has conflicting emotions about odon. lives w the thought that he killed her.

post merge its body has been found by ras before drs1. have been revived by him/his master. since their revival, she still has crystals scars and pink crystal eyes that glow in the dark. his voice is hoarse and dry. dont like that they help another villain and try to kill themself but realise they cant die and are immortal. (still feel the incruciating pain of dying from the last time). ras gets them the Thing that he made nokt wear is drs2. ras' master is very interested in her as overlords n time twins ex goon. (dont know about this, change when part 2 comes out)

meets jordana and dont like that shes here. very aggressive towards her. jordie thinks that hes like cinder but odon wants her out of here as they see themself in her.

has faint visions/dreams of ninja and other Stuff. have frequent migranes and headaches. dont tell anyone

drs1-2 happens. they try to stop ras from the inside but fail everytime. this will have consequences tried to save kai n bonzle but got beat the fuck out by ras ^_^

now have to go to the tournament. have no elemental powers <- ?

theyve going through. more trauma. thats all i can squeeze from myself for now

[heirbane]

I think before Gaius knew the extent of Valdeaulin's history and injuries gained during his time with the Alliance, he just thought the elf was just a little bit Moogle-minded. Val struggles with shorter term memory and rapid mood shifts, and often isn't able to find the words he needs to speak, all of which infuriate him to no end and feed his emotional explosions.

It was obvious that Val had a personal vendetta against Gaius. To Val, Gaius was the closest to the heart of the Empire he could get - and, to his knowledge, had been the one behind the Black Rose testing.

In the depths of his darkest days, Val believed the only thing to mend his broken spirit was to break Gaius's. His wife and child had suffered an unimaginable death.

Valdeaulin didn't believe Gaius deserved that much - oh, no. He had to suffer, too, and to an extent that Val hadn't yet decided.

Throughout their travels and picking up Severa along the way, Gaius never mentioned his children. He explained his stance on the Black Rose project; he tried to express his empathy, his regret, his failings.

And while kicking up Valdeaulin's memories often cost him, throwing the man off kilter and forcing him to grieve when he simply wished not to, it ultimately helped them find a middle ground.

Valdeaulin didn't know of Allie and her siblings until they arrived in Werlyt. He had suspected the man had mentored youth in his service - given that he knew how to talk to Alphinaud - but had believed the man to truly be a lone wolf until the truth of the weapons project came to light.

And while Valdeaulin will never fully forgive Gaius - not for what he did and what he didn't do - his antagonistic, bitter hatred began to quell.

He dreamt of his own daughter, soul pulled from her body. He dreamt of many daughters and sons being taken from him, their spirit kidnapped, nothing left of their bodies to bury, just like him.

Maybe, he thought, they were more alike than he believed. Maybe his fury had disappeared because he looked into a mirror, seeing a man who had trusted his family and peers with his children and had returned to death and decay.

Seeing a man who had not been given the luxury of dying with them.

Many things are still wrong with Valdeaulin. His struggles with mood regulation and migranes. He struggles to sleep and to speak as he once did. But, under their differences are the men's similarities, and those weigh heavier than anything wrong with either of them.

[julien5-malfunction]

Derranged drafting about wanting to go to concert, money, dread.

Crafting a little budjet for myself bc I'M MAD EITHER WAY SO I BOUGHT THE TIKETS, to get me there, I has to pay a lil extra to have the train ticket so it can be refunded JUST IN CASE I end up going. If I feel like absolute shit and decide to not go on the last minute, I can still refund them. I'll buy the concert ticket on the way there, IF I GO.

I save some money by taking the bus there, and some more by having to wait 2+ more hours for the later night train. Should not be an issue as I have insomnia but the waking up on time, the anxiety, the cold and hunger will be. Also I don't know if I should be scares of the streets as I will be going alone...

But the bars will be open on the fiday night right? I can chill there with a ton of people around incase I feel scared on the street, right?

Now I'm doing pathetic little calculations on how much I can spend on merch, bc I like me some CDs and maybe a t shirt or a hoodie but 50€ for merch, food and snacks and whatever else I need, ain't much. So I'm like gooling how much they cost on the web and trying to estimate the price but I probably can get like 2 cds and nothing else...

I dunno if it's ok to take the cash I got for christmas and use some of that so I can have a t shirt or a hoodie as well if they have good ones.

...sometimes I think I should just buy a plain black T shirt and plagitarize a band shirt bc I'm so broke nowdays...

And I feel too ugly in my body anyway to wear new bought band shirts or any new or nice chlotes anyway, but I'll be wearing the nice black cargo pants, the leather boots ( or my winter shoes, I heard it's gonna be really cold...) A burner T shirt under a nice hoodie, probably the one from Amenra, as I saw them in the same place about a year ago... (And it's really warm!)

Dunno which jacket is the most convinient for an over night trip... Beige one, probably, has the most pockets, but is the most casual. Black one is the most metal and camo the most punk (a battle jacket)...

I got the same flavoured peanuts for snacks on the train today, got 2 since they were on dicount... as well as ibuprofein, in case I get migrane from flasing on the train / period pain in the train. (unintended rhyme god damned) I'll make some POTENT AF coffee to keep me going, probably to my demise... or maybe take coins for a take out coffee...

The same book I was reading the last time...

maybe the ds3 idk. Pen and paper ofc.

charger, headphones, earplugs, keys, water, snacks, coffee(?), chocolate maybe?, wallet, a book, A FEW PENS LETS SAY 5 MAX, NOT THE WHOLE ARCENAL, paper. Pocket knife. Sanitary stuff... Tissue paper. Idk, how much are wet wipes €€€? (I have a sensory issue with wasking my face and hands?) Hand sanitizer? Smokes + a lighter.

Something to serve as a comforting thing, in case of anxiety, I wanna take a plushie but... Maybe the scarf will do? I mean, it works in therapy... No I won't take knitting stuff... Or should I? I mean, I need stuff to entertain me for 15h in the train... No I won't unless I start a project that doesn't require much space to take on board.

I really hope I can pull this off...

Like please let this happen.

I'll figure out the money thing somehow...

I know I should not spend so much and calculate stuff like this much better but...

I didn't know earlyer. I missed the sign if there was one...

It's like something is telling me I need to go it's really weird to try and explain and I will sound crazy but there have been some weird coincidences lately, in my dreams and the real world. Yet again the source of the message is the library... The printed media is the carrier. I don't know who or what or where I get the metadata to pick a cartain thing in the library, and that thing happens to have the information I didn't know I needed. This has basically happen twice now. I'm going to consider it as something like a tradition from now on. I'm my mind the building, the venue, looks an awful like a chapel or a church. Was that what the dream was referring to? Does the stuff that happen in the dream relate to this in anyway??? Will I be scared... And the next time telling people not to go there? If so, it might... I might be drawing lines between random raindots here and calling it fate. I'm willing to take a leap, I suppose... If my body so allows.

Idk it just feels like that place became holy to me the last time.

another one would be this hill nearby I have gone to 3 years in the row. I bike north of town and drag the bike up hill a certain path in the fall. Chill under the high voltage lines and pick berries. Stare down to the distant road and look down to my hometown on the other side...

It's 4 am, sorry about all this brain vomit taking up the supposedly infinite space of the internet. But I doubt anyone actually reads this. I hope you don't.

[pizzapasta23045]

Hey hey hey... potential additional factor in kid Kaeya sickliness, perhaps: disease resistance is, by my vague recollection, at least partially dependent on exposure and genetics and the like. Khaenri'ah presumably would not have the same sort of germs floating around as Mondstadt, so while not an issue for say Dainsleif (see: immortal schtick) I imagine he'd have been a bit susceptible to that sort of thing.

Also, medieval ish setting. Even with healing magic and alchemy, diseases likely still run a general higher risk in most of Teyvat than they typically do with modern medicine. Hm. Hold on, now I need to go down a research rabbit hole about pain killer history. does he even have teyvat brand ibuprofen.

(Y'all are so right about chronically ill Kaeya by the way. I would write it myself but... well, my personal experience would involve maybe too obvious symptoms to hide in such a physical, running reliant job- not without treatment I assume he isn't seeking. *laughs in can't be asked what my favorite food is while standing up without passing out [unmedicated]*)

🕸💐

See I really like that HC but i also think it'd be incredibly funny if Kaeya was raised in the abyss (where everything ics a thousand times more threatening) he's just like goddamn immune to anything like his immune system is like 'ahaha common cold what a joke!'.

Is it realistic to how illnesses develop? No

Is it funny? Yes, and that's what's important.

Also have you figured out anything regarding painkiller history, I found that shit interesting. Like if tyou have link send them my way I love weird research!!! (No pressure if you didn't obvs. Just curious)

Kaeya's chronic illness, in my hc, is something I keep very generic tbh. Like in my head he has like, frequent migranes, contant tiredness and slight immunodeficiency. No more specific than that.

And, like you mentioned, not too bad since medieval setting, hard job, no painkillers, lack of medical responsability on Kaeya's part. But I def do think it's much more than he should do, like he still needs to be pushing himself and shit.

(Also that sounds rough mate, hope your meds make you feel better and stuff!!!)

[ghoodles]

Spidersona!!

More info below!

- Bitten by a genetically modified spider, not radioactive. It wasnt exposed to any radiation, its cells were just altered while it was being developed in the egg sac

- Southern as hell!! [Thats a constant in all their varients, no matter where they are they are southern]

- She didnt want to be Arachne, while testing out their powers for the first time he got involved in a mugging and it all escalated from there.

- Oscorp /neg

- Wanted to go into alchemy and coding before he got bit

- Has the comics and stuff in their universe, but no actual Spider-Man, up until now

- Their canon event was their house burning down and them being presumed dead. The ring on their casual outfit is from her mom. Everyone is still alive and well, he just.. cant talk to them anymore, at least its.. not the same.

- Organic webbing in legs. How did she find out? He tried to see if he had organic webs, didnt, fell, tried it again, and bam, leg webs.

- Because of being upside-down a lot, they get nauseous easily while being Arachne, and usually keeps medicine to stop it

- They also cannot handle too much heat, so most of their suit is made out an easily breathable material that allows them to cool off

- Multiple earth varients!!

423-A is this one, 423-B is a stocker in a grocery store who accidentally became an anomalous spiderman due to The Spot chucking them into another universe, and 423-C, who was an alchemax intern until she got involved with The Spot and the collider her version of Doc-Ock, Octavia, built. They then sort of ended up becoming like him.

- She views Noir as a father figure, sometimes it slips out but he always covers it up

- Had intrusive thoughts before the bite, got a bit more frequent afterwards

- There is actually a lot of varients of Sparrow in earth-90214 (noir world) and their varients

- Also in earth-138 (hobie's world)

- Neither of them are spider-people though

- Actually scared of animals if they dont know them well. Doesnt matter if its a small bunny, they're terrified

- Doesn't like the momentum of swinging, but it got them to his city quickly, and they cant drive, so..

- Lived in a suburban area about 15 minutes away from their actual city

- Light sensitivity, also has horrible depth perception when hiding their extra eyes

- It took them forever to find a good mask idea

- Was invited to the Society a couple of days after his canon event, which happened a couple of weeks after being Arachne

- Was given webshooters by Peter to try and make webslinging easier

- Also goes by Cherry! (My mom called me this as a joke after i dyed my hair and the name actually kinda stuck..)

- Misses their cats dearly. They know its him, but he cant be there for them.

- Essentially just myself but if i was spider-man

- Doesnt exactly have a living space after their event, considering that theyre 15 and unable to get an apartment due to that fact

- Mostly just chills in the society in the nights because of that

- Stays up till ungodly hours just writing or thinking

- Terrifed of Miguel. Like, genuinely fucking terrifed.

- Doesnt do well with loud noises, especially yelling, at all. Would have their headphones on them at all times, but they burned.

- Gets headaches when things get too loud or stressful

- These headaches can turn into migranes, and on those days she just lays in the society all day and tries to keep themselves still so it can be bearable

- List of flags!

1- Lesbian

2- Asexual

3- Queerplatonic! On the Aromantic spectrum, she wants to do romantic things, but with her friends!

4- Genderfluid

- I didnt add the flag but yes, this means that he is on the Aro/Ace SPECTRUM, he, like myself, can still feel romantic attraction (i think)

- Clumsy swinger with his legs, it can never get the hang of it