#too tired to be scared of spiders I guess

[spiderb00bs]

- Breakfast denial

Sophie Thatcher x reader

"With your girlfriend by your side, it's very difficult to be interested in anything else"

Genre - Fluff warnings - none

Now playing - Moonlight, by Dhruv

The light coming through the windows made Sophie's eyes open. The blue-eyed woman's body moving almost involuntarily, facing you. Sophie couldn't believe all she had accomplished over the years. Her career was taking off, she had a wonderful life, and she had you by her side. Nothing could get her mad.

Letting out a small smile, Sophie watched your sleeping form with a loving gaze. She would never tire of admiring you, your peaceful eyes, your calm breathing, how you snored, making funny little sounds in your sleep. God, she loves you.

"It's ugly to look at, Thatcher." You said, scaring your girlfriend a little. "And it's also pretty scary."

Finally opening your eyes, you saw your girlfriend's beautiful face. Her bright eyes, her perfect nose, her inviting lips. You loved waking up next to her every day.

"I was just admiring..." Sophie said, stretching her body and crawling closer to you.

"Nah, you're just weird." Opening your arms, you laughed as Sophie settled into your chest, patting your abdomen for the joke. "How did you sleep, Miss Aggressive?"

Rolling her eyes, Sophie laughed lightly, drawing random shapes on your chest. "I slept very well, thank you. And you, Miss Sensitive?"

"Oh, I slept so well..." You said, taking Sophie off your chest and taking her hands in yours, only to pin her hands above her head. "Especially knowing that I would wake up next to such a beautiful girl!"

Suddenly, you attacked, blowing on your girlfriend's belly, making the sound echo through the room, along with Sophie's loud laughter.

"YN! LET ME GO!" Sophie said between laughs, trying to free herself from your hands.

"Then tell me what I want to hear!" You said, a big smile on your face as you still held the girl.

"NO!" Sophie said struggling, finally managing to get you to let go of her.

In one swift movement, Sophie climbed on top of you, and with one leg on each side she leaned close to your lips. "You're going to make breakfast today! I'm not going back on it!"

"For you I'll do anything."

Seeing your loving gaze, Sophie rolled her eyes playfully, letting out a little giggle before giving you a peck on the lips. "Shut up."

Without giving you a chance to respond, Sophie pressed her lips to yours, making you relax completely into the kiss. Her hands dragged through your hair, combing it back. Your hands went straight to her hips, lightly digging your fingertips into her skin.

"I love you." You said as soon as your mouths separated.

"I love you too." Your girlfriend said, leaving another peck on your lips. "But you're still making breakfast."

I can't believe I forgot to put my Boo on the actress masterlist 😭😭😭

I love Sophie so much, and before coming to college today, I watched Companion, and guess what? I fell in love even more.

I did this really quickly in the middle of class, so please forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes.

stay safe,

xoxo, spider.

[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

9) - What?

“What was that?” You can feel the intensity of his look through the phone.

You decide to play dumb and respond, “What was what?”

He just gives you a knowing look before scoffing, “You know what ya said.”

You clear your throat before attempting to change the subject. “I’m really thirsty right now.” You say before pushing yourself off of your bed and picking up a water bottle you had placed on your desk.

“Tell me what you said.” He demanded, refusing to forget about your previous topic of conversation.

“Not happening.” You argued back.

“Okay, fine. I won’t forget about this though.” He chuckles softly, sitting up in his bed.

You prop your phone back up, this time sitting at your desk and turning on your desk lamp before switching off the other lights in your room. As you walk back into the frame, you sit down on your desk chair with a huff.

“Why are you still here anyway?” You question him.

“It’d be rude to leave, no? Plus, I wanna get to know ya.” He looks off to the side for a second before turning off his lights as well.

“Stop copying me.” You joke, referring to the fact that he turned his lights off after you did.

“Stop copying me.” He mocked with a grin.

You looked at him, unamused, causing him to frown slightly. You laughed quietly at him.

You see his eyes widen, and then watch as he squints, moving his face closer to the camera.

“What’s that behind you?” He inquires, causing you to whip your head around at an unbelievable speed. He swears he hears your neck crack.

“What’s what?” You look around cautiously. “Is there a bug?”

He snickers at your reaction. “Yer seriously scared?”

“Uh, yeah? What if there’s a spider and it crawls on my face while I’m asleep?” You propose a situation.

“I guess that’s fair. But fer real, I was talkin’ ‘bout the paper and stuff on yer wall.”

You turn around to look at the notes you had hanging up.

“Oh, it’s just chemistry. I’ve got a test soon.” You inform him as he nods, almost impressed.

“Studious and pretty, huh? You’ve got a lot going for ya.” He compliments as you catch a glimpse of his chest, leaving you hot and at a loss for words.

“So you really do think I’m pretty?” You ask shyly.

“Sure do. Ya think I’m attractive too?” He questions back, his bold approach making you weak.

“Yeah…” is all you can muster up the courage to reply with.

“Yer so quiet now…” He remarks. “Tired?”

You shake your head profusely, wanting to keep talking to him.

“Good, I like hearing yer voice, so stay on call with me.”

You audibly gasp at what he says. Was he always this much of a flirt?

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[inkyucu]

I'm starting to uh...

To use spiders for pose references.

Why?

Because...

Uh....

I'm tired.

[tardis--dreams]

There's silverfish in this apartment so the only chance for my body to get some rest would be collapsing from exhaustion otherwise i will not sleep for a While

[katsumiiii]

hobie x fem! reader

thinking of hobie brown rn…!

hobie who knows you love the height difference between you two and uses it to his advantage. is constantly angling his head upwards, which causes him to purposely peer down at you through his thick eyelashes. you always get flustered each time he narrows his eyes and tilts his chin, and him being the ever so perceptive spider he is, takes notice of your heated cheeks and continues to do so.

whenever he’s near a doorway or a thick frame he lovesss to lay a palm on the top of it, trapping your body beneath his as you ramble on about whatever it is you’re rambling about. he makes sure to nod along while effectively moving a hand towards your plush waist, bringing your figure flush against his own. he plays with the seam of your shirt, and urges you to keep going when you stutter from the sudden change in position.

hobie who loves to annoy you with his British slang. it’s not necessarily because he uses it often that irks you, it’s the fact that you have no idea what he’s saying and he never makes an effort to help you understand. (he actually finds it amusing each time you attempt to guess what he means and is completely off base every single time).

“babe, I’d love ta get ya that shirt you’ve been beggin’ for, but I’m skint right now. try me next week, yeah?” he hummed, kicking his feet up on the railing next to your bed.

“skint? I feel like you’ve used that one before..” you muttered, huffing in irritation by the smug look on hobie’s face, his lips quirked in amusement.

“told ya what it meant last week. thought ya said you could ‘se context clues?”

“whatever bee, maybe you should speak english.”

“‘aint that what ‘m doin’?”

hobie who always has a blunt neatly rolled on his dresser, his ash tray placed gently to the left of it. he often smoked before running off to whatever it is he did when he wasn’t home (he was very unpredictable as he switched it up weekly to “fuck up consistency” whatever the hell that meant).

hobie inhaled gingerly before tilting his head towards his peeling painted ceiling, his fingers lingered tightly on the wood before lifting it to your lips, “want a go?”

you shook your head, nuzzling further into his shoulder, “mhm no, too tired.” hobie chuckled before greedily puffing the joint, shuttering at the burning feeling it left.

“suit yourself love, more for me.”

hobie who you introduce differently to your friends each time you bring him up. one day he’s your boyfriend, the next he’s your significant other, and the next he’s your ‘close friend’. they always question the constant switch ups, but you don’t ever seem to mind. you know where you stand with the man, and to him that’s all that matters.

“so what’s up with you and…..” your friend trailed off, stirring the ice in her drink.

“hobie?” you questioned.

“yeah him, so is he your boyfriend or what?”

“it’s complicated, he hates labels, makes him feel confined.” you replied, shrugging your shoulders as you lay your head on your palm.

“that doesn’t bother you? is he like scared of commitment or something?”

you scoff, lightly shaking your head, “no, he just doesn’t want to contribute to the system.” you answered bluntly, taking another sip of your lemonade.

“the system?” your friend asked, eyebrow raised at the quip.

“nevermind, don’t worry about it.”

hobie who subtly brags about you to his people. loves to show you off, and has no problem admitting he does.

“yeah bruv, my girl jus’ got into her dream fuckin’ college. been workin’ hard for that shit all year, man.” hobie boasted, pushing his hands out in order to bounce off the wall next to him.

“oh my goodness how wonderful! when do we get to meet this companion of yours?” pavitr questioned, flinging his body upwards to keep up with the male to his right.

“eh, don’t know yet, when I feel like it, yeah?”

all in all hobie is so cute and I literally am in love with him!!

[revelboo]

what is your worst "hear me out" for transformers? mine is tarantulas like a spider in irl hell no… but a big robot spider thats hot

Probably Tarantulas (I love his Earthspark design) or IDW Waspinator.

I read Windblade for Metroplex lore and it reminded me of this messed up, fatally gullible mech that is everyone’s punching bag and just knows it.

Worker Bee

IDW Waspinator x Reader

• Dragging his broken body, his alt mode scrabbles for purchase in the leaf litter. It’s hard to focus on much besides the pain and finding somewhere safe to hide and heal. He’s not even sure what he did, only that Skywarp had pointed at him right before Megatron went ballistic on him and the two other Decepticons that had been close by. Maybe he had done something wrong. He must have. “Waspinator’s fault,” he rasps, antenna flicking because there’s light up ahead, a building where he’ll be out of the snow just beginning to fall. Leaving the tree line, he drags himself inside, legs scrabbling and knocking over a metal can that clatters as it goes rolling and he collapses on the straw inside. So tired, burrowing in.

• Looking up from your book at the noise, you groan because the raccoons are back and they’ve tipped over the trash can. It’s late and you just want to ignore it and deal with it in the morning, but there might be garbage strewn across the yard by then. Standing, you tug on a coat, grab a flashlight, and a rifle just in case it’s a bear, not cute little trash pandas raiding your garbage. You’d left the barn door open apparently and you find the can turned over, but its contents not scattered everywhere. Maybe the sound scared them off? Setting the gun down, you right the can and turn as something shifts within the hay, rising slowly to tower over you.

• There’s a human with a weapon. Here to hurt him, because everyone does. They always do. It hurts to transform and reach for the human, but his injuries throw him off balance and he crashes down, knocking the little organic sprawling with him. And you’re screaming at him, your fear jangling through him making him curl forward, servos over his head. Waiting for a blow that doesn’t come. “Not hurt Waspinator?”

• Hyperventilating as the monster lifts its big head slightly, you can’t even scream. Voice overlayed with slow buzz, the thing had spoken. It’s gigantic, seizing your ankle when you try to crawl away and dragging you back, looming over you. All you can do is hold up your hands in supplication as those awful mandibles work and those glowing optics stare. “Don’t hurt me.”

• This is new. Someone afraid of him? It should make him feel powerful to be the one feared for once, but it just makes him oddly ill. Sitting up and gingerly touching the wound in his torso sluggishly bleeding energon, he makes a buzzing click of his mandibles. “No hurt,” he says as you scramble to your hands and knees to put some distance between you. “Already hurt,” he adds tiredly, and you hesitate in your retreat. Staring at the energon welling through his servos. You take a hand through your hair, expression twisting.

• All you have to do is run like hell. That thing, Waspinator it had called itself, is hurt too badly to chase you. But there’s something about its defeated tone that makes you feel guilty. This isn’t your problem. Big and scary was already hurt when he crashed in your barn. So why do you go over to the workbench and retrieve a roll of duct tape? He hisses at you, rearing back when you try to touch him and you freeze. “Cut that out,” you snap and his antenna flatten back. Not hurt Waspinator? You’d guessed with the way he’d worded that question that maybe he’s used to being hurt. That he’d fold if you acted aggressive and you were right. It’s unsettling to see a giant, metal death bug cringe like a puppy being scolded. But he doesn’t make a peep as you find the hole in his metal side and gingerly tape the leaking lines, trying to not think too closely on what you’re touching or that your hands are inside him rooting around. “Waspinator, right?” The way he’s just staring down at you with those wide glowing optics just cements in your head that he’s a big, really ugly puppy.

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[jayhyunglover]

S for Studying or Sylus pt3

Pt1 , Pt2

I didn't know what I expected when I decided to recklessly come here. Hell , I didn't even think I expected anything beside death.

I mean it's a miracle I even managed to get here in one piece.

I certainly didn't expect the dragon I was so desperate to approach would be one of the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on. Or that he would voluntarily accept to let me stay here alive and unscathed.

"Which one of us do you think is more mad Jerome?" I asked the little reptile who just gave me a tired look .

I mean its been more than a week since I got here and he havent eaten me or burned me alive like he threatened to do so many times .

One part of me was a bit disappointed he didn't spit fire not once , not even an itty bitty flame.

"I guess it's me" I turned around wrapping my body in the fluffy blankets Sylus brought me . To not let me die of cold because he's the only allowed to take my life

Pfft let's just hope he's faster than my heart.

I was already planning to go back to sleep when an horrible 8 legged creatures started crawling on my direction.

The scream I let out could probably wake up the death and before I knew it I was bolting towards where Sylus was peacefully asleep

"A spider" I yelled hysterically climbing up on top of him making his eyes snap open.

What the-

"Kill it kill it please" I clung to him like he was a protective shield , self respect dead and buried.

Sylus took his time to observe the woman clinging to him like a lifeline before looking over at the small spider that wasn't bigger than his hand .

She was clinging to an almost demonic like creature just because she was scared of a spider?

"Our fearless little adventurous researcher scared of a spider . Who would've thought?" He chuckled

"Its not funny" I huffed still not letting go of him

"No ,it's hilarious" he retorted before untangling himself from me to walk over where the spider was. Picking it up with one hand before letting it go somewhere far away from me or where I was sleeping.

"Here your threatening foe is gone" he said while making his way back to his sleeping spot but I was still firmly rotted there unmoving , millions thought racing through my mind .

What if its come back in the middle of the night and crawl onto me?

Just the thought sent shivers down my spine and not the pleasants one Sylus's voice gave me.

"What now?" He asked curling himself around me "too scared to go to bed little human?"

"I am not scared" I retorted "just wary" I murmured before feeling his tail wrap around me to bring me closer to his chest.

"You'll get cold if you stay here" he drawled resting his head on top of mine. My body now flush against his .

His body was hot like an heater. And his scent reminded me of fire camp. Warm and inviting.

"Worried about me?" I teased earning a rumble from him.

"Hardly" he shook his head making me look up at him,  taking in his features up close.

It was the first time I was able to observe him so closely . Usually I would just hang around debiting questions per minute while he patiently answered them 

At one point I really thought he would tell me to shut up and go away but he never did.

"You are truly beautiful" I murmured raising one hand to touch him but his tail wrapped around my wrist.

Oh yeah no touching without his permission.

"Can i?" I asked in a small voice before feeling him release my wrist to trace his features.

His skin was surprisingly soft even softer than mine Holy shit what kind of products does he use? (Probably blood of his enemies). I traced his snowy eyebrows,  his nose , his cheeks. when my hand brushed against his lips , his breathing deepened and his crimson eyes fluttered closed.

"Should I stop now?" I whispered softly making him shook his head

"No keep going" he murmured his voice a low husky rumble that made butterflies go wild in my stomach.

I continued to explore his face before my hand traveled towards his horns. He immediately stopped me clawed hand wrapping around my wrist.

"I'd advise you to not go there , little prey" he murmured shakily.

Sylus already felt like he's losing his damn mind with the way she was touching him. If she touched his horns he might snap.

Her skin was so soft and the way she touched him ,so reverently like he was something precious made his heart race. It's as if she threw all his balance away.

"Why not ?" I asked tilting my head at him . "Are they sensitive?" I added eyes sparkling with excitement

Lord she had no idea.

"I think you should go back to bed" he drawled before hosting her on his shoulder

If she stays one more second curled around him like this he might do something he'd regret.

"Oof" I let out , feeling Jerome clinging to my hair for dear life

Wait what does he mean by bed ? What if the spider comes back

"Wait no I can't go back there what if it came back?"

Panic started to spread throughout me at the prospect.

"That doesn't sounds like my problem" he shrugged before dropping me on the pile of blanket with a loud thud

Bastard

"Now stay and don't go bother me anymore" he said before turning his back leaving me with the gnawing fear of getting jumped by a spider tonight

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A/N : crying as I post this because of Sylus's myth. What the fuck was even that . I love it and loathe it at the same time . Anyway Here's pt3

Taglist : @jinwoosbabyboo @loveanddeepthroat @ittybittyfanblog @mangooes @satansdaughter123 @sunsethw4

[hueningstar]

i cannot stop thinking about spiderman!taehyun… and him saving the reader who also happens to be his classmate. i’d love u forever if u could write smth about it (i’d love u and ur writing anyway <333)

Caught in the Web

Summary : After being attacked on a dark street, you’re saved by none other than Spider-Man—who, to your shock, turns out to be your classmate, Kang Taehyun.

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A/N : omg first of all, ily sm for this idea!!! i could NOT stop thinking about spiderman!taehyun either, so i just had to write this!! something about him being all cool and heroic but still his teasing self??? yeah, i’m obsessed. hope you love this as much as i loved writing it <333 let me know what you think!!

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Pairing : spiderman!Taehyun × reader

Warnings : none!

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The city never sleeps, but neither does Spider-Man.

You clutch your backpack tightly as you hurry down the dimly lit street, the faint sound of footsteps echoing behind you. Maybe it’s just your imagination. Maybe—

A hand grabs your wrist.

You barely have time to react before you're yanked backward, your heart lurching into your throat. Panic floods your system, but before you can scream—

Thwip.

A web shoots from above, latching onto your attacker’s arm. A blur of red and blue swoops down, kicking him away before he’s webbed against a streetlight.

Your knees threaten to give out, but strong arms catch you before you fall.

"You okay?" Spider-Man asks, his voice breathless but steady.

And that voice—God, you know that voice.

Your eyes widen as he steadies you, his masked face tilting slightly.

"Kang Taehyun?" you whisper, and he stiffens.

A pause. Then, through the mask, you hear a low chuckle. "Hah… so much for secret identities."

Your classmate, the boy who sits two rows behind you in physics, the one who always seems just a little too tired during morning lectures… is Spider-Man.

And right now, he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

Taehyun exhales sharply, his grip on your arm loosening as he steps back. “You, uh… didn’t hit your head, did you?”

You shake your head, still staring. “No. But—holy shit—you’re actually Spider-Man.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, well. Guess there’s no use denying it now.”

Your brain is still struggling to process everything—the way he saved you in seconds, the fact that your classmate is freaking Spider-Man, the way his voice, even distorted through the mask, still sounds so much like him.

“I mean, I always knew you were good at, like, everything,” you murmur, crossing your arms. “But this? This is next level.”

Taehyun chuckles, but there’s a flicker of worry in his stance. “Listen, you can’t tell anyone. This has to stay between us.”

You raise a brow. “You think I’d just go blabbing about it?”

“Dunno.” He tilts his head. “Depends. Do I trust you?”

You scoff, shoving his shoulder lightly. “I think saving my life earns you a little trust in return.”

His lips twitch behind the mask, like he’s smirking. “Good.”

For a moment, silence stretches between you. The distant hum of the city fills the air, neon lights casting shadows on the pavement. Then, he steps closer.

“I should get you home,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s not safe out here.”

You blink up at him. “You mean, like… carry me?”

Taehyun lifts a brow. “What, scared of heights?”

You scoff. “No. Just—”

Thwip.

A web latches onto the nearest building, and before you can react, he scoops you up effortlessly, one arm secure around your waist.

“Too late,” he murmurs. And then—

You’re soaring.

The city blurs beneath you as he swings through the air, wind rushing past your face. Your stomach flips, a mixture of exhilaration and terror flooding your senses. But Taehyun holds you tight, his grip firm and unwavering.

“Hold on,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you falling for me just yet.”

You groan. “Even as Spider-Man, you’re insufferable.”

He just laughs, the sound echoing between the skyscrapers. And for the first time tonight, you feel safe.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

002

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff, tiniest twinge of angst

Summary : Miguel's not very happy when he finds out you've walked home by yourself last night(morning)?

Wordcount: 1.3k

[ A/N: Here's pt.2 : D. I've decided I'm making this a little connected one shots book.]

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

" You didn't text me when you got home last night." Miguel suddenly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that was between the two of you.

Yesterday, you had been taking care of him as he was sick, pampering him a little extra because he deserves it. The two of you had eventually fallen asleep, with you waking up around 3 in the morning and heading back home.

You look up from where you're seated on his desk chair, having been busy playing Good Pizza, Great Pizza on your phone. His back is turned to you, eyes focused on the different screens showcasing the Spiderverse and whatever else.

" Oh, uh, yeah. I must've forgotten. I was so tired, my head went straight for my pillow once I got home." You shrug.

He hums in understanding, although he's a little curious. Who dropped you off last night? He's made it very clear before that he doesn't want you to walk home by yourself at the ungodly hours, no matter how short the walk to your house is. You're the last person he has in his universe (and outside of it, for that matter.) The only person who knows him better than anyone. He'd be damned if something were to happen to you. The thought of it already sets him on edge.

" Who brought you home?"

" Oh, uh, I did-"

" What?" Now he turns to look at you, a displeased look in his eyes.

" What? Everyone was asleep." You shrug.

You turn to look at your phone again, wanting to avoid the look in his eyes. He whisks the device from your grip as you do so, setting it aside on his desk. It's still whitin your reach. When you look up at him again, he's got his arms crossed, a strict look his face.

" I hope you know that I would've thrown whatever's in my reach if you were any of the other spiders. " He points out.

You roll your eyes.

" What, you give them bedtimes too? I can take care of myself. You've taught me enough self defense by now. I know how to handle myself." You huff.

He's aware how you dislike with how careful he's often being.

" I know you can, but you also know why I'm so careful with you. Just wake me up next time you're leaving early in the morning."

" While you're sick? No. Besides, you're barely resting as it is, I'm not waking you the rare times you're asleep." You point out.

You get up from his desk chair, stepping closer to him as you unfold his arms, taking one of his hands in yours.

" Stop worrying about me so much. I'm fine. Take a little more care of yourself maybe though. For me?" You ask him.

He sighs, eyes showcasing emotions he usually hides.

" Just stay over if you don't want to wake me up. We fall asleep together anyway, We can wake up together too."

He's not looking you in the eyes as he speaks, eyes on your joined hands, admiring the size difference. You're not looking at his face either, understanding how he feels. He's glad you're not looking at him, his cheeks having gotten the faintest of pink. It scares him how much he likes the idea of waking up with you.

" I guess we can do that. If it makes you feel better." You hum.

A flash of surprise passes through his eyes, but it's not caught by you. It's not everyday your crush says yes.

However, your sweet moment is broken up when the sound of the door is heard, and so Miguel steps away from you. You give him a small smile before picking up your phone again.

" Oh, Hey Y/N. Since when are you here?" Jessica asks as she steps in the room.

" Uhh, a while? No idea. Speaking of time, I gotta go. My shift starts soon." You say, suddenly realizing the time.

Miguel wordlessly lets the platform go down, but you don't have the patience to deal with that.

" Don't jum-" He sighs as you do so anyway, landing with a loud slam on your knees.

This isn't the first time you've done this, and most probably not the last.

" I don't have the patience for that wacky thing. Anyway, see you around. Maybe I'll be back later, maybe not. Bye!" You tell him with a smile, turning to the exit.

You greet Jessica on your way out, giving her a quick hug before finally leaving.

Jessica looks after your form as you leave, before turning to Miguel with a knowing smile. Miguel ignores the look in her face, instead getting straight down to business.

" How'd it go?" He asks her.

" Well, the anomaly is caught. He's stuck with the other anomalies downstairs. " She tells him.

He nods, turning around to face the screen again.

" Good." 

She knows it's his way if dismissing her.

" Soo, you and Y/N?" She asks suddenly.

Miguel doesn't even glance at her as he responds.

" What about it?" 

" Your feelings for her are pretty obvious. You should ask her out." She suggests.

He glances at her with a sigh.

" Not obvious enough for her to notice." He murmurs in response.

She still heard it either way.

" That's only because she's in love with you too. You should ask her out. She's a lovely woman." 

" No. I can't treat her the way she deserves. She deserves better than me." 

" Maybe. But I doubt she wants anyone else. Just think about it a little more. Y/N is sweet, if you don't make up your mind soon, there's a good chance someone else will ask her eventually. " She points out.

" Yeah, well, we'll see about that." 

He's aware he's close with you. Too close. No one would appreciate having a girlfriend who's got a best friend who's constantly at her heel.

The sound of the door opening suddenly sounds again, and you suddenly come running back in.

" Hey, sorry, forgot my jacket." You puff out.

Miguel turns to you right away. He glances at his desk chair, where your jacket is indeed still hanging on it's back. He picks it up wordlessly to throw it at you. 

You catch it.

" Thanks!" You call again, before leaving.

A teeny tiny smile graces his lips at your behavior. God, he's smitten for you.

" How do the youngsters refer to you again? I think it was whipped. You are 'whipped' Miguel." Jessica smiles.

Miguel barely huffs at her, instead turning around and pushing a button for the platform to go up again.

" Sure. Do you have something better to do or should I see if there's something to do for you here in the building?" He suggests as he goes up.

" No, I'm good. Say hi to Y/N when she comes back in a few hours." She laughs as she heads out.

Miguel shakes his head, putting it in his hands for a moment before finishing back on the task at hand.

' My feelings aren't obvious.'

003

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@adamsloverboy

[cjlouwho]

It's here! chapter 6 of Time in a Bottle! and this time CJ got to see my live reaction! but there are still more things I thought about, so, let's start!

Okay but Tommy learning to be quiet except for sorry and thank you? and what if you just kill me?

Not him clinging to the "what ifs" to not lose his mind 😭 also Tommy crying over his fear and then torturing himself with them? 😭😭😭

"What if he never let himself fall in love?" huh??? HUH?? I AM CRYING

Okay but even though I was not having it when Maddie and Josh tried to set him up I still understand why :(( like Buck was NOT doing okay and I see why it would worry everyone.

I did like it when Buck stood his ground and put space between him and Maddie over the date, but I'm afraid of how things will go down in the future given the kidnapping and if there will be problems between them.

I gasped, I choked, I was too stunned to speak when Maddie said "it wasn't what he wanted" like, what the fuck, what the actual fuck 😭

I'm not gonna lie, I was surprised that Maddie was concerned over the fact that Tommy hadn't called back, so yay I guess. It does make me wonder if she'll trust Buck when he starts to investigate.

"he told Eddie..." once again the LIES SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE

When he went to Bobby's office I was 😭 at the fact that Bobby was surprised he wasn't at the hospital, and when he told Buck and Tommy might never go back to be who he was before I gasped because I DID SAY THAT

Buck wanting to put all of his vacation days and unpaid time off to take care of Tommy BROKE ME and Bobby telling him that he already put him in for time off SHATTERED ME Bobby cares so much for them I want to hug him

Not Bobby asking Buck how he's doing and then Buck downplaying it when Bobby could see that he was so so tired 😭😭😭 I fear this will end in some sort of burnout for Buck, because I can't expect his body not to crash one day if he isn't sleeping well. And the worst is that it seems he's already dealing with PTSD (when he says he sees Tommy in the cellar when he closes his eyes) :(( my baby

The fact that Tommy was still shocked when he saw Tommy. You guys don't understand, this man literally saw his wife DIE in front of him, he saw her with most of her body BURNED and seeing Tommy SHOCKED HIM I- ???

When Bobby thinks about Tommy not being the type of person to open up or accept help I kept thinking "oh this is gonna become a problem isn't it?" and then came THAT ENDING FOR THE CHAPTER 😭

I did mention to CJ how the itching made me think about how that happens when you stop showering for very long periods of time, but I also thought it could've been a manifestation of the anxiety and just feeling uncomfortable at that point

The fact that Tommy's always tired in this Then scene makes me very sad, especially given that later it's shown that sudden movements immediately wake him up now :(((

"He stopped feeling any pain in his fingernails" you just stabbed me and kept the knife there CJ

I was really confused when the spider hallucinations happened, mostly because I was like "wait did the spider actually bite him or was that inflicted?" but let me tell you it was really well done! I could feel the panic when the spider approached him.

"You bitch" I laughed hard at this, like, Tommy being bitchy even when he's going through THAT

When Buck thought "he'd do anything Tommy wanted or needed" I teared up a little (too much), and the fact that Bobby changed the lock of the house??? I REALLY WANT TO HUG HIM RN

"Well... this is awkward" I chuckled a bit, and when both of them were smiling and grinning? okay I'm going to sit in my corner

The fact that they got him new furniture because it broke and they painted the place because THE BLOOD WOULDN'T COME OFF?? DON'T DO THIS TO ME

CJ you didn't have Tommy call him BUCK??? now I'm wondering how will he go back to call him Evan. I'm feeling like Tommy is once again trying to distance himself, that he's scared to be seen and (this is a personal theory) that maybe Tommy feels (or will feel) that he's dragging Buck with him and doesn't want that.

I am very afraid for Tommy when he mentioned he didn't remember the fight between him and the kidnapper :(( I'm thinking about how it'll go when/if he remembers it in the future and if he and Buck will fo to therapy for everything that's happened, i am STRUGGLING with them

The fact that Tommy's not used to moving around anymore, so much so that he ends up out of breath? CJJJ

I have this idea that Buck sort of already knows that Tommy wasn't going to ask for help to get out of bed and it's 😭 and Tommy asking if he doesn't trust him to call out to him?? CJ

Okay but when Tommy started to panic after he was left alone I was like 😭😭😭 and it ties with what I theorized in my ch 5 ask that they bonded after he was found and now he physically needs Buck with him, which makes me think about Buck also needing to be around Tommy now and how it'd show.

Tommy shoving down his feelings and pretending everything's fine??? CJ I'M IN YOUR WALLS

Okay but I was already thinking that this is going to backfire, right? That there'll be a moment where he just falls apart in front of Buck and I will NOT be ready for that. Also, I'm afraid of Buck seeing Tommy when he's hallucinating or having a panic episode like 😭

This was a very good chapter CJ, I had so much fun showing you my live reaction <3 See you again for the next chapter!

– bisexualbrainrots

I loved your live reaction so much 😩 it means so much to me ❤️ you always know exactly what I’m going for with a chapter, and your questions are perfect!

I always look forward to these “reviews” and can’t wait to see how you feel about chapter seven 😬

[httpchrryslvs]

| Midnight Rain.

- i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

[warnings: mention of injury, angst [but it ends in fluff], kind of sad, mentions of having a family and marriage, not proofread]

[a/n: i'm really sorry if this was bad, i just got back to writing after like a good year or two 😭 miguel o' hara really got me inspired and so i wrote this while listening to midnight rain lawls]

I have always wanted to help the world. I always believed that I’d save everyone because I couldn’t save my sister. When the bridge collapsed and I failed to save her, that very night I vowed to protect my city and the people I loved. Being Spider-Woman isn’t easy and I knew that. I knew the risks I had to take, the sacrifices I had to make. But he didn’t want to risk me.

“¡Dios mío! You could’ve died trying to stop that building from collapsing!” Miguel yelled as we entered his office. My back was turned on him, yet he kept pacing and mumbling how I was ‘reckless’ and an ‘idiot’. I was holding my other hand (the one I had accidentally sprained) thinking of a reply to his words.

“But I didn’t! I stopped the building, I lived, and I saved a bunch of people’s lives!” I replied, turning to face him. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Miguel made his way toward me and I stood still. He grabbed my injured wrist.

“And you managed to sprain your wrist, cariño! Did you forget that when you were recklessly swinging and trying to thwip your left hand when you couldn’t?!” Miguel yelled again. He began to ramble on and on. I was tired. For months, he started to grow more and more agitated, hovering over me like I’m some child. I knew the risks and the accidents that were going to happen. This wasn’t the first time I was injured. Why was he acting like this now?

“Look, Miguel, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I know the risks. I am willing to take every single one of them.” I say tirelessly. He stopped rambling and looked me in the eye. “If you’re going to be reckless everytime we go on a mission together, you should just retire,” He softly suggested. Miguel sighed as he cupped my cheek but my eyes grew wide at his suggestion. “I don’t need to lose someone important in my life again. And you, ¡mi vida!, are the reason I continue to live, the reason I have hope in life,” Miguel continued. “Mi amor, I want us to have a family. Wouldn’t it be nice to leave this life behind?”

It wouldn’t. I don’t want a family. I don’t want to retire and settle down, not when I’m at the height my career and my other life as Spider-Woman was just beginning. The mere thought of being tied down scared me. I would want to, but not now. Not in the near future. I removed his hand from my cheek and looked down. “Miguel, I-I can’t.” His eyes were wide at my answer. “What do you mean you can’t?” He asked in disbelief. I walked away from him, towards the large windows of his office at our home. Well, his home now.

“I mean seriously? Y-You want me to retire?” I laughed without any humor and put my hand to my temple. “In the height of my career you want me to have a family and just a few years after being Spider-Woman?” I looked at him over my shoulder. “I worked so hard to prove to Nueva York, to you, and to myself that I was worthy of taking on the mantle of being a Spider-Woman. To prove that I am ready to sacrifice and take risks and you,” I turned to look at him, seeing the disheartened look on his face. “I love you, Miguel. But I can’t do what you want. I know that my time as Spider-Woman isn’t up yet. I want to explore the world and I wouldn’t want to be tied down.” I slowly made my way towards him. I cupped his cheek and made him look at me. I could see the tears forming in his eyes and I could feel myself start to tear up too. “I’m sorry, Miguel. I can’t give you what you want right now. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but maybe you can find someone else that would,” A tear rolled down his face. “Give you what you want.” I finished and wiped his tears away.

“But, mi amor, I-I can’t see anyone else to have a future with. I always knew it would be you,” He said softly. “Miguel, I can’t give it to you. Not right now, not in the near future.” I replied just as softly. “Then I’ll wait, my love. I’ll wait for you.” Miguel reached for my right hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

“But, I don’t want us to end. I love you too much to let you go, and without you by my side will be torture.” He said, looking at me. “Maybe just teach me better, hm? I don’t have to retire yet when I have a hot teacher that will be willing to teach me.” Miguel laughed and put our foreheads together. I looped my arms around his neck as he put his hands on my hips.

“Maybe I should.”

[roonotrue]

Cotl Fanfic - Thoughts & Opinions?

So, this is the first post on this new account and it's a question for my Cult of the Lamb fandom pookies. I just recently got the game and I'm obsessed with it and have been thinking about writing a BUNCH of fanfiction.

So I wanted notes and suggestions on some things, and I might even make polls on some of them, starting most importantly with the topic below:

Gender, Pronouns, and Sexuality that are so far, are solely based on vibes and what I've seen the rest of the fandom agreeing on (And canon of course):

- The Lamb's identity will probs change depending on the fic type, but for most of them they will be assigned male at birth, He/They & Pansexual. Simple and sweet because our lamb boi is just tryna SURVIVE out here in a cult of idiots that can't even cook their own food or clean up their own shit. (Is this just me wanting to write more he/they characters in my stories because I'm he/they? Yes. Yes, it is folks.)

- Narinder is transgender male He/Him. I'm making him transgender male because I said so. I want more trans rep guys, leave me alone. & Homosexual because if his whole vibe and personality doesn't scream gay angsty emo cat I don't know what else in this world does.

- Leshy is cisgender He/Him. I can imagine him experimenting with they/them though. I may include something on that... If anyone has any notes on that I'm all ears. Best Bi. His level of chaos just radiates ADHD bisexual with way too much energy and free time.

- Heket is cis-gender She/Her. The only girlie in the family, fates have mercy on her and her patience. A lesbian for sure. I think the whole fandom just sort of agrees on this, right? With like, lots of wives because she is a highkey baddie? At least that's the impression I've been given based on all of her fanart and simps.

- Calamari- Sorry, I mean Kallamar, is cis-gendered He/Him. I was thinking of making him a transgender man too? Idk, I've just been told the cis's need rep too, and it made me gag and now I want to wave my magic writer wand and make all the characters trans and nonbinary. Opinions on that are welcome. Anyway. A pansexual, and I hear he canonically had multiple spouses? Despite looking like he has zero rizz. I mean, damn. Good for him I guess. Go squid boy, go.

In this, he's gonna be single though, because I like the idea of him struggling to find new spouses and Heket laughing at his struggle.

- Shamura is absolutely nonbinary they/them. A friend has told me this is canon, and that people may gun for my fucking throat if I change it. Not that I really want to, it fits. Shamura is lowkey one of my favorites. I just like spiders. I'm also deeply afraid of them and cry if I see them irl. I also think they're bisexual in the exact opposite way as Leshy, in that they are a calm, mildly tired wine aunt of the family, mixed with the senile grandparent that snores loudly then stops and everyone pauses and looks at each other like 'Are... Are they fucking dead?'

Anyway, this is a long post, but I needed to get this out there before I started writing stuff for this fandom. Any opinions are welcome, but no bullying other people's thoughts, and be chill guys.

Fr. I'm like a skittish cat, you'll scare me away, and then no one gets fanfiction.

[i-love-frensh-fries]

✨I dreamed of being stuck in the dorm of the phontom troupe in a modern AU ✨ .

🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️I had a weird dream that day and then it came back last night. And it's living rent free in my head.

Slight sspoilers about the new pt manga chaps.

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared of. But first he is some contest about them :

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared to be sorted to ( you need to have a murder recored to be sorted their but most student s don't know bout that.

But first here is some context about them bitches :

🕸️ The school was like the hunter association and in the Spider house the only people allowed are the once that killed someone before. So I guess I got their becose I killed somebody? I don't know I just lived with them.

🕸️But there is the thing with the members is that they technically didn't "kill" anybody, at least that's what the authorities assumes before going trough Juvi.

🕸️That day they just happened to be in the wrong place wrong time.

🕸️It happened when they were kids maybe in elementary, they all lived in the same orphanage from the poor side of the city so they always hangout in a certain place after school.

🕸️At that time that were a bigger friend Groupe. But one day, one in particular didn't show up at school but it's fine they didn't think about it much, they were like " it's fine we will see her at the playing spot after school, Sarasa may miss school but never play time anyways" .

🕸️Class finishes they go to their usual spot expecting to find their friend *Sarasa*, but all they find is a black teach bag waiting to be oppend.

🕸️The kids were skeptical about it, some were scared but chrollo, the "main twinck" of the groupe insisted about looking inside of the bag that was suspiciously weird and suspiciously well tied. He tired at first but couldn't do it then then finx shoot his shot but didn't succeed either.

🕸️The kids grew frustrated and all tried opening it leaving their tiny finger prints on that bag. But that until Uvogine te bigger one arrives and finally opens it.

🕸️The first thing they noticed was the metallic smell (in the dream I was kinda their but not their), when everyone hesitated so look, chrollo did. And god he regrets to this day, looking at the inside where his friend's remaining body was.

🕸️Too scared by what they fsaw they run to the orphanage and told the adult not know that they will be used to cover some higher up from the city and with enough money they will be accused of killing their friend and all end up in a specialised juvi ( cause they were minors) that will change their life's and ruin their childhood forever.

🕸️After 5 years in juvi They all come out, many of their friends died during that time many lost their minds. But they survived and are now 16 years old. They get accepted into the hunter association academy? I guess? And that's how they become the most feared students of the .

🕸️ And that where the self insert potential gets jucy. And that's where I get in the story. Apparently I killed my mom? ( we had an argument that night before I dreamed 😂). And that's how I ended up their. I was so freaking scared. But weardly some of them were nice.

🕸️Paku oda was mommy. Machi was kinda sceptical. Shizuku didn't mind same for korutopi, bonolenove and Franklin.

🕸️ Phinx was decent he is from Egypt 🇪🇬 and I'm from Algeria 🇩🇿 so African besties✨✨, we watch égyptien and algerian comedy some times and we speak arabic too. And the fact that some kings from my tribe back in time were faraones ( yeah 'cause I' m amazigh) so we get in preety heated argument about it some times, but over all he is fine. Same for nobunaga we bond over video games and samurai movies ( blue eye samurai)

🕸️But their tiny bestie just straight up hates me. He dispises me sooooo much. He tried to kill I think. Put poison in my coffee ☕ 😂.

🕸️ But the weirdest one out their is chrollo. I think he sees me more like a lab experiment. He follows me with his eyes in such a creepy way. He asks where I got who are my friends. Why am I getting along with hisoka 'cause hisoka was supposed to be the scariest he told me not to approach him cause he would kill me but then we ended up being the bestest of friends so I guess he was kinda jealous.

🕸️But anyways I ranted a lot. But this is what happened when I woke up I thought that I got into a coma cus wtf it's was a looooooooong one and it gilt so vivid a and real.

🕸️If anyone read thins and wants to make It a story or something please tag me the phontom troupe dorm is such a brain rot for me I don't know.

Anyways baaay

[milimeters-morales]

okay, finally read the latest issue for miles. starting with these thoughts he has (ignore the typo in the first pic)

I’m just gonna be honest, it’s annoying to read for some reason even if it has what i want (Miles struggling with new side of himself). It sounds OOC, & you’d think “well yeah he’s a vampire now of course his thought process sounds different” but to me this sounds less “miles struggling with vampirism affecting his mind/actions” and more “generic laconic internal thoughts” I guess i was just expecting a little more energy and nervousness to his thoughts? I guess it could make sense, he’s tired from so much bullshit, but whatever, moving on!

this was a nice moment, and by nice i mean “what i wanted”, because here Miles just scared a woman who was going to get mugged by beating the shit out of the people mugging her. He recognized that he hit them too hard, and is kinda trying to keep the mood light (not working), and after he leaves, she comments on how she isn’t sure about the “friendly” part of the “friendly neighborhood spider-man” name. A cop earlier also looked unsure around him after he beat up this random demigod.

i just think he’s wrong here and sees Tiana as “the only person” bc of them liking each other, because let’s be serious. but him checking the new fangs is adorable to me. and speaking of adorable bugs

these two moments! very very cute. both in his emergency therapy appointment where we learn that his bioelectricity is helping keep the vampirism in check, but might also make it worse. And i didn’t share the pic, but Miles does that move again where the red and lenses start glowing gold when he uses his venom.

Anyway, can’t wait to see other reactions to him being like this. I really want to know how his dad and Shift feel

[impalafullofbees]

I made seven sonnets about one-sided radiostatic because I guess I’m very deeply entrenched in this fandom now. This is my first ever post on this site, I’ve been on it for approximately two minutes now so if I mess up the tagging or whatever, just tell me please.

Anyway-

Sonnet 1

It all started when Vox sat in his tower

Quite bored, couch-sitting with Val and Velvette

He sat there contemplating Alastor’s power

Determined to have him in his clutches yet.

“There has to be a way,” his fury erupted,

“To topple his throne, get him here, make him pay.”

Val and Vel ignored him uninterrupted

These outbursts were common, the same day by day.

He rounded on them with a terrible groan.

“Listen to me, I need to defeat him.

But he has friends, I need friends of my own.

Let’s plot, scheme, plan something not on a whim.”

Vel looked up finally, sighing she says,

“You work on waves, so does he. Disrupt his.”

Sonnet 2

Vox posture relaxed, he was taken aback,

Their contributions were few and far between.

His obsession and his verbal attacks

They encouraged not and did not intervene.

But this was a plan, and not a half-bad one

He mused, pacing, thanking Vel as he went.

He had to start planning and get that plan done

With Alastor gone, he would be content.

But how to disrupt the Radio Demon

And kick him off of his own radio waves?

He would be stopped before he could even begin

Fighting head-on would be making his grave.

Then he stopped pacing, revelation struck

With a signal-blocking device, Al would be stuck!

Sonnet 3

Vox rushed his room, plugged his head in with glee

To make a device both subtle and strong

Until too late, Alastor shouldn’t see

This half-planned device that could do no wrong

Surely Vel and Val still sat grateful

That Vox’s obsession was turned to his work

To make a device that could be so fateful

They relaxed finally, still bored, jobs shirked.

But Vox was still tense as he worked without tire

Building programs, deleting, scrapping it all

Every click of the keyboard had passion of fire

Perfection was key, no wrong big or small.

Finally, after hours of hard toil,

It was done, complete, his work long-last assoiled.

Sonnet 4

Now to enact his plan most effective

He sent off a drone to infiltrate the hotel

It would, with luck, complete his objective,

Do what has failed prior for all of Hell.

He cackled with mirth as he set the drone free,

It had quite the girth as it sailed red skies

Precious cargo aboard, worth all can see.

Vox watched it from earth with stars in his eye.

It attached, like a fly, to the hotel wall

Its camera eye glinted as it drilled way inside

Then scuttled, a spider, scurrying down the hall

Sneakily slithered, snakelike, to where Alastor did reside.

Finally it breached, the mighty little bug,

Alastor’s room. It buried in a rug.

Sonnet 5

They waited, Bug and Vox, for Alastor

Anticipation nearly swallowed them whole.

But he came, cane clicking, as Bug ticked and whirred

It was quiet, Vox made sure to control.

Alastor stopped, his smile frozen in place

While both Bug and Vox stayed frozen in seats.

Did he notice Bug, which invaded his space?

Or would Vox’s mission be long-last complete?

Then he looked down to where Bug was hidden.

Vox’s brain-child, his brain-egg he freely exposed

To Alastor’s brain-sperm of thought, unbidden

They made Bug jointly, their joining predisposed.

He looked at the floor and gave a soft hum

And he plucked Bug between his forefinger and thumb.

Sonnet 6

“Why hello Vox, I am aware, my old friend,

Your spying, that’s old, that, I can allow,

But my room is a reach you cannot extend.

Arrive prompt, and by prompt I mean now.”

Bug chittered, scared, as Vox nervously sweat.

They were caught, no escape, their plan had failed.

Vox teleported there, his match had been met

Saw poor Bug trapped in Al’s grasp and he paled.

“I just want to talk, no harm meant I swear.

You know spying, for me, often crosses lines.

There were limits? I was not made aware.

I can go now, leave you and your confines.”

“No, you wanted to talk, let’s talk right here. ”

“I should leave, I’ve invaded your space, that’s clear.”

Sonnet 7

Then, with no hesitation, he dropped Bug

Who made a “ting” on the hard wood floor

For Alastor had moved the soft, plush rug

Crushed Vox’s work underfoot, destroyed forevermore.

It was a threat, that much was made glaring

No time to mourn, now Vox had to think fast-

Why would they talk? They made an odd pairing-

To cover his lie and escape un-harrassed

So quickly he blurted what came to mind

“I’m in love with you, I don’t want to fight.”

Alastor laughed loud, then rudely declined

On his heel turned, left, and turned out the light.

And Vox was left sitting, alone, in the room

Sonnets are about love, but this one is gloom.

[katyspersonal]

😨 🤥 🕷️ 🌌 about your oc Geranea :з

Thank you for asking about her!! I still really need to draw a proper reference of her hunting outfit and weapon, but for now 80% of my WIPs are visual references and it is slowly destroying me т.т

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

'Fight' reaction is her default! If this is some kind of a wild predator animal (or, a dangerous beast, more appropriately to the context), she will fight without a second of hesitation, and very furiously so! It would apply to dangerous people too, like someone trying to rob or attack. She is that kind of person whose body just "knows" how to fight the exact second there is a reason to. If the threat IS too much for her to take on however, she also soon measures it and knows to run.

It applies in less drastic contexts, too, like someone making her scared or anxious in simply conversations. She defaults to scolding a person that alerted her, angrily, blushing and with her fists balled, and if she realises she picked a dangerous opponent in a conflict (like, say, starting a quarrel with people like Brador or Alfred) she will retreat. It is like a second nature, sensing whether default to fight or make an exception and fight. She has good "instincts"!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Geranea is an okay liar when not a lot is at the stake, she could tell a small lie to keep someone's secret or get them out of trouble but would not lie for a personal gain. But when she got sent into Research Hall she had to lie, a lot. She needed to swipe various tools to help herself and others, avoid various chemicals and procedures, even help the patients that still could be saved...

Her face is not the most emotive (I swear her only expressions are 'tired' or 'angry' xD), but it is her body language that gives her lying away. When the cost of her lie being found out is high she blushes up to her very ear tips, hods hands in fists and overall looks stiff and tense. And, well, you don't want to attract unnecessary attention of cunts like Micolash or Brador of all people.... Since this is so inconvenient, Geranea tricks her own body by 'omitting' rather than straight up lying; comforting herself with how she technically says the truth actually helps her to relax and no longer look suspicious!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

She has quite generic fears of heights and the dark that not even much more horrifying Yharnam experiences weeded out! She will also dwell quite strongly if she had near-death experience recently (like for example someone's weapon JUST missing her head). The fear of ghosts, however, became a thing of the past after she had to fight several! Previously, they were the exception of her 'fight' reaction, the girl was screaming and running away! I guess it is too bad that she can't punch the height or the darkness in the face, then. xD

After leaving Research Hall by herself at last, her biggest fear became being found and returned to it. She still saw nightmares about it even since Research Hall, from her knowledge, got shut down and retooled into an "Orphanage". Even with her kindness, she tries to 'not think too hard' about the fact that most likely they experiment on children now, only to not deal with feeling like returning there and saving whoever she could is her duty.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Damn, the story of her appearing is actually such a good memory for me, oh my god! I first thought of her back in Summer 2021! Remember how I told that sometimes I am sitting and minding my own business but random memories about Bloodborne lore bits simply 'appear' in my brain, like if I caught a radio frequency? Well, one day, my brain randomly grasped at the link of "hmmm, Valtr's helmet is missing one eye, he curses "freakish slugs and mad doctors", Yamamura was spyoning on dark Healing Church business as he is a summon for Living Failures, Valtr helps fighting Laurence and Ludwig.... I need to check whether Eye Pendant looks like an eye, ONE SECOND-"

So yeah! I also was and still am 'Valtr has both eyes as we are allowed to see' truther but back then it looked like canon rather than just one of the interpretations for me, so that sorta helped x) I decided whoever owned the Iron Helm previously was missing an eye, for the reason of Research Hall taking it, sought Valtr's help (as a cop??? xD) with their shady business and was significant enough in Valtr's life to make her associated item a symbol of League's mission!

.....and this was just me trying to look like I was super planned from the start lol. x) BEFORE this tangent, I already fell for guilty pleasure of wanting to make an OC deceased member of the League, just ask @val-of-the-north! I loved the concept of her dealing primarily with plant-like "filth", since flowers and alike in Bloodborne are a symbol of reaching for the skies for salvation and many corpses, especially in Hunter's Nightmare and Dungeons, sprout mold or flowers from their bodies. They grow from blood, everyone's blood has human dregs, blablablabla.

But after the Research Hall idea I soon decided to combine the characters into one! Again, back then, existence of previous Iron Helm owner felt extremely apparent for me, I was a sweet summer child (literal summer lol) yet to learn just HOW few things in Bloodborne are indisputable :/ And I wanted to breathe life in an "mentioned character" (in Iron Helm description) more than I wanted an OC, at least back then! ...then I screwed myself over with the idea that maybe this helmet is Djura's wielder helmet (it even misses the same eye!), and THEN I screwed myself over more thinking that maybe two-eyed Valtr we see is a snapshot by "Flora of the Moon and the Hunt" of his most efficient stage of life. And THEN Val had to battle me on still keeping Geranea because I deserved one (1) break from fiddling with "the most reasonable" theory instead of just taking it easy fdhfhds

She also was a she from the very start because I just like female characters, but initially her hair was black. I always associated her with cyan/aqua color though, especially darker tones. I guess dark red hair felt like a good contrast in the end!

Thank you for letting me talk about Geranea!