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ask-rainmaker-and-witchunter · 7 months ago

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//I know OP said Tags but I dont think the tags can contain the amount Im gonna ramble about Misty.

I feel like I should start by saying I was not exposed to Misty's bossfight by fighting her myself. I found snippets of her boss fight by watching Starkler76's kudos manger moments video. And I fell love in love with her as a character. And I think because of watching the fight and not playing it, I ended up with a much different interpretation of Misty than the fandom, that, I will admit, may be painted in some bias light because I can seem myself in Misty.

Misty has always given me the vibes of someone broken from the harsh treatment she has reserved from others and especially at COGS Inc. She always came off as tried to me, like she actively wanted to quit COGS Inc but felt she couldn't. They come off as anxious, socially awkward and I would kind argue and say borderline distrustful too. Like she wants to open up, they want to have friends, they want to connect and play games and just hang out, but after being hurt so much Misty is scared to get hurt again so she is also distrustful of those who do listen to her and actively try to reach out to her too. Like, her mercy ending, I read that as something completely different. It legit took me poking around here on tumblr to realize the majority read that as something else. I always read it as Misty at her wits end and lashing, like "Oh now you suddenly want to stop? Now you want to listen to me? How do I know you aren't going to us this against me? How will I know you aren't going to backstab me? How do I know I can trust you when my trust has already been throw in my face multiple times?"

And I feel like in the right environments or if she was given the proper chance to just escape from Cogs Inc, she would thrive so much. Lots of her dialogue I could find on the wiki.gg read as her being very welcoming and playful when given the chance. Yes some of them still read as emotional and I would kind of argue as panicky in nature? But some of them have this little sprinkle of snark or playfulness to it that I adore (the girlie straight up cracks jokes in some of their dialogue it feels like?).

But that is just how I always viewed Misty, and taking off the rose tinted bias glasses. Canon misty is written kind of well? I will admit feels a bit over the place and that may be because of clash's writing? Toontown was never known for their story so suddenly having Cogs WITH a story, emotion, proper character, it may be a challenge to write that in properly. But there are some parts of her writing that are good. Her victim complex/mentality is really interesting, given her this almost tunnel vision view on how things work. I think the very obvious loneliness Misty faces too in game sort of amps that up too. Sweetheart saw the first chance at befriending a toon and RAN with it, completely forgetting she is a cog and also the cogs are destroy the toons' homes. And again with the tunnel vision when she is shocked when the toons and Bessie defend themselves by dropping things on her or attacking. Like, miss ma'am, YOU ARE ACTIVELLY STEALING THEIR LAND??? But again, its clear Misty wants to be friends and like wants to hang out with the toons.

And, maybe an unpopular opinion, but I think a thing that makes Misty character suffer the most is: She isn't allow to grow as a character? Yes, yes Toontown isn't really, known? For story? The gist has always been "Cog bad, toon good. Kill Cog. Victory Dance", but Clash introduces more of a story with the kudos managers and more! And I think Misty being a kudos manager sort of hurts her in the end because she is stuck in remote location as a boss fight and never given the chance to leave that select area and develop as a character. They are never given the chance to grow, to learn, and to improve. Misty, in my, probably, bias opinion, has the makings of an interesting character if she was given the chance to BE more. She would be a perfect character to go rouge and help out the toons. But again, that's just my opinion lol.

As for her and William/Derrick Man and the whole stalking thing. Yeah no. I wanna say its been proven that William/Derrick Man is not a reliable source in that department? Since the claims he made were clearly proven false and in turn the company/Cogs Inc threw them out so...//shrugs

But to cut a long story short: I had a very different impression of Misty, where she is more so an awkward, low confidence but means well girl failure thanks to not doing her boss fight and instead watching it and while that said, I still do like canon Misty, just really wish she was given the chance to like grow and improve as a character!

Misty Monsoon is such a controversial character and it’s kinda wild to me.

So, what are your thoughts on Misty’s character? Do you like her? Hate her? Lmk in the tags cuz im kinda curious to see different thoughts and views on them

#The Rain has Stopped and the Fires Have Died ~ Mun Talks #Ip Dip Dip ~ Misty Centric Post #i feel like there is more to say too #like how there is canon material to show the cogs have been jackasses to misty #how some of the toons do pick on her too? but i can write off that more as “okay yeah that's just toon vs cog thing its gonna happen”#i think i remember reading jennifer was a bitch to misty #like girl wtf #what did misty do besides exist?#that all said though #it is lowkey fun to see how other people look at misty #and also kind of gives me a better idea of writing her in the future #no promises i dont end up writing her as a social awkward anxious dork who is trying her best tho #that is just kind of my default misty?

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luv4berry · 1 year ago

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Can you pls make one abt miles and yn getting into a very heated argument and she slaps him for saying smth outrageous and then she leaves and he climbs into her window after a few hours and tries to work it out with her

anything for you.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you go over to miles practically drenched in another man's cologne, and he jumps to conclusions all too quickly.

GENRE: fluff to angst to fluff.

WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, physical contact made by reader, jealous miles, cursing, kissing/making out, suggestive (?) miles calling women females (this needs a trigger warning in itself), CORNYYY

AUTHORS NOTE: yo why this tumblr shit lowkey fun? + this is my first request agagaa thank you!! omg and i hit 200?? and my eyes only is almost at 2k notes wtf r y’all onnnn?? anyways thank you for requesting! i didn’t make miles say anything too outrageous just so he could redeem himself later on, hope you like it!

“you look so good,” your boyfriend says for what seems like the 100th time today, his large hands immediately dropping to your bare waist, fidgeting with your waist beads as he leans in to mold your lips, a smile gracing his face when you return his affection.

“all mine.” he mutters as he intensifies the kiss, his hands approaching the waist band of his boxers that you’ve claimed as your own. when he lifts your feet off the ground, the heels of your feet lock around his back, a giggle escaping your lips when he lays you down on his bed. you pull away from him, laying the palms of your hands on his chest to keep him away when he pursues your lips once more.

“miles, we can’t make out all day.” you giggle, running your manicured fingers down his chest.

“says who?” he buries his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, leaving wet kisses along the space when he suddenly pauses.

he removes his head from the crevice, sitting up to which you follow.

“baby,” you hum in acknowledgement, “where’d you go today?” he questions you, a hint of an indistinguishable emotion in his voice.

“just here, why?” you question him, running your nails up and down his neck. a look of confusion immediately sweeps over your features when he calmly removes your hand from his body.

“cause you smell like somebody been rubbing all up on you.” he looks you up and down, leaning in to now smell your clothes, hair, neck, anything within the perimeter really.

he pulls back, “who were you with?” his expression solidified.

“nobody, i swear i don’t know why i smell.” you reason with him, genuinely confused as well.

“oh? so the smell just magically took over your hair and your clothes?”

he completely gets up from his position next to you, hovering over you. “y/n, i know im not tripping, who the hell was rubbing up on you and why’s the smell so strong? that’s what we doin’ now? and then you got the audacity to bring your ass over to my house, lay in my bed, and wear my clothes.”

“what are you implying?” you scowl at him, now rising to your own feet.

“im implying that you forreal out here fucking on other dudes when you got a whole ass boyfriend.”

the next few moments go by swiftly and mindlessly, but the scorching sensation left in the palm of your left hand enables you to process what just happened almost immediately; you slapped him. though, not an ounce of regret filled your tank of emotions, adrenaline being the only identifiable one.

“i don’t know who the hell you’re talking to but it can’t be me, how dare you?” you glare at him, the imprint of your palm already making its mark on his face, the surrounding skin blemishing. “when have i ever done something like that to you?”

“today, apparently.” he mumbles under his breath, caressing the skin of his cheek to soothe the discomfort.

you look at him like he’s just grown 3 heads before silently walking over to the corner of his room, pulling his graphic tee over your shoulders. you immediately lunge it at him, same with his boxers, bracelets, his necklace, anything of his that is currently making contact with you. you zip up your navy blue hoodie, slipping your sweatpants over your bare legs.

you bring your tote bag over your shoulder, making your way towards his window which he currently guards, glaring at you from where you stand.

“miles, get the hell out my way before i pop you in your mouth next.”

“i want his name and address, you not going anywhere till i get an answer.”

you flail your arms in his face, “are you deaf or just stupid? there is no “him” because the only person i been rubbing up on is you!”

“baby, i don’t smell like no cheap ass cologne.”

“don’t call me that, move!” you raise your voice, stepping up to him.

“what’s his name?”

“you’re crazy.” you scoff, instead bolting for the front door. you’re mindful of mama rio cooking in the kitchen, slipping past quietly as to not raise any suspicion. though, you do bid her a quiet farewell, yet even when you slip out the front door with a smile on your face she knows something isn’t right by the way miles isn’t trailing behind you.

“miles, qué pasó?” she calls out from the kitchen, wiping her hands down her apron and subtly knocking on her sons door before entering.

“it’s nothing.” he calls back, digging his cheek into his pillow to prevent his mother from spotting the blossoming blemish. he didn’t want to explain how he got you so worked up that you slapped him to his mother, or anyone for that matter.

“it’s nothing? invite her over for dinner tonight.” rio arches her brow, taking a seat next to her son on the bed.

“we aren’t on good terms right now.” he sighs out, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

“even more of a reason to invite her over, right?” rio says, making her way out of his bedroom before miles could come up with a rebuttal.

he lazily grabs his phone when it pings, though when he realizes the message is from you, he throws it on the floor until the phone pings with a second message. he groans loudly swiping open your messages.

one attachment

next time don’t make stupid assumptions you dick

the photo captioned was of a half empty cologne bottle you had probably found somewhere in your home, miles heart immediately dropping to his stomach.

okay, maybe he fucked up a teensy tiny bit.

when you got home, you racked your brain for a possible explanation as to why you smelled like anything other than your boyfriend. you were stumped till your brother had walked past you, the aroma that had gotten miles so worked up earlier clouding your senses immediately.

you lay on the pad of your tummy on your king sized bed, your irritable mood causing a burning sensation to spread throughout your body. though it may not be displayed through your face, you were absolutely livid. after all you’ve done for him, this is what you got in return, his unprecedented allegations.

sure it was reasonable to be suspicious, but to outright accuse you? you’ve never given him any reason not to trust you, reassuring him whenever he needed it. had your words not been enough? what about your gestures? what about the times you’d cuddle up with him in bed, sleepily muttering words like “im yours,” or “i belong to you, miles.” had that not been enough?

your jittering thoughts are interrupted by a newfound presence in the corner of your room, the peripherals of your eye capturing those twin braids that you adore so much.

“nuh uh, get the hell up outta here.” you sit up, pointing back towards the window.

“deadass?” he raises both brows, staring at you dead in the eyes.

“deadass.” you return the gesture.

“nah.” he climbs into bed with you, settling his arm over your waist.

“im being serious miles, get out. don’t touch me either.” you pick up his arm as if it’s diseased, laying it over his stomach.

“you don’t like it when i touch on you?” he says in a sultry voice, and you roll your eyes.

“ma, listen to me,” he grabs your chin meeting you at eye level, your brows still furrowed out of anger. when your eyes meet his, any foreign sense of anger evaporates from your system, turning to putty in his hands, no matter how much you tried to fight it.

“you’re so pretty baby,” he kisses your downturned lips once.

“why you look so mad?” he ignorantly questions you, kissing your lips once more.

“baby smile for me?” he squishes your cheeks, yet he’s still met with silence till you finally part your lips.

“this isn’t helping your case by the way.” you roll your eyes at his obvious attempts to bribe you.

“alright, what if i came to you smelling like some other female? you wouldn’t like that huh?” he attempts to reason with you.

“i came to you smelling like my brother? and even then if you came to me smelling like some girl i would conduct a thorough investigation first.” you side eye him.

“how was i supposed to know it was your brother? i didn’t even know he was back.”

“he got back this morning, i gave him a hug and he must’ve rubbed off on me.”

“you didn’t tell me all that. so what i gotta do for you to believe im sorry, hm?” he climbs on top of you, following your darting eyes with his own.

“buy me a pandora bracelet.” you joke.

he perks up, “on god? baby i buy you jordans every other day, the hell is a bracelet?”

“i mean i was joking but you serious?”

“you didn’t know that i’d do anything for you?”

“you’re corny boooo, leave me alone.” you push his head away from yours, your facade breaking when a smile plays at your lips.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“why do you hit so hard?”

“what do you mean?” you ask him, your outburst from earlier had completely left your mind. he turns to the side, and your eyes widen as they lay upon the imprint of your hand slowly fading,

“oh shit,” you wince, inspecting the damage of your earlier actions.

you throw the blanket off your legs, sitting on your knees to inspect further. you silently grab his hand, heading towards your bathroom as you slowly feel guilt begin to stir inside you.

“stay here.” he watches as you disappear into the hallway, coming back with a frozen pack of peas. you hold it up to his cheek for him, fiddling with the ends of his braids as you repeatedly check for signs of the bruising going away.

“im sorry miles, i shouldn’t have hit you.”

he hums in acknowledgment of your apology, parting his lips to speak. “it’s okay, i like them aggressive.”

a smile threatens your lips, your hand going up to cover your mouth to keep your false facade up.

“nah why you keep smiling?” he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand down to stare at you intently.

“stop that.” you attempt to straighten out your face.

it’s silent for the next few moments as you adjust the frozen peas seeing that the bruise had almost completely faded.

“y/n, you know im being forreal when i say i’d do anything for you, right?”

“yeah, i know.”

love, berry.

#miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miles #atsv x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales

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