#toxic glider

[creativemaniacshenanigans]

Nightmare Mode Toxigai

A Fusion of: Nightmare Mode Clown Gremlin (Dark Deception), Gligar (Pokemon), Toxiquake (Mario + Rabbids), and Messyrai (Yo-Kai Watch)

Element: Shady, Normal, Ground, Flying, Poison, Dark, Bug, Psychic, Fire, Electric, Ice, Water, Rock, Fighting, and Dragon

Capabilities: Hyper Cutter, Sand Veil, Immunity, Block Shot, Cloud Clear, Shockewave Ooze, Ooze Protector, Slap, Fire, Big Mess Up, Traces of Trash, and Mess Up

Resident to: Ooze, Fighting, Poison, and Bug

Immune to: Ground and Electric

Natural Diet: They might be Carnivores. But they may also went predator/thief mode when they targeting on Donuts

Natural Predator of: Variants of Sprinksilver Slektross

Natural Habitat: Normal Mountains, Nearing Rivers, Abandoned Subways, Deserts, Canyons, Cliffs, Nearby Bridges, Surrounded by Heavy Rain, Soaring in Open Skies, Swamps, Forests, Volcanic-Ash Mountains, Ruins, Caverns, Snowy Areas, Beaches, Prairies, Unabandoned Amusement Parks, Electric-Type Mountains, Rocky Areas, Towers, Jungles, Light Temples, Abandoned Amusement Parks (Exclusive to the Halloween Event), Back Alleys, and Dungeons

[doomed-era]

idk there really is Something about certain people that makes them only really want to use canon as a method to berate or attack fans of the same media while acting smug about it that will forever get on my nerves. like, dude, you're being an ass. stop it, I do not care if what you said was confirmed unless there are people actively spreading misinformation about a topic, and even then could it trouble you to be a little bit kinder about it?

[ganondoodle]

( totk rant?)

i have talked alot about my problems with totk in detail, as most of you probably know by now- but there really is a vibe of big ambitions but then not committing to it throughout the game

they want to have that building mechanic in it no matter what in a world that isnt in any way build around it, mister "freedom = good, linear = bad" guy wanting to give you ultimate freedom in the game (which imo leads to it being nothing again) but not committing to it and it creates a really toxic loop of things being more punishing than rewarding

you can build a fuckton of weird vehicles, but big parts, ESPECIALLY the glider, is on limited time so you cant actually go anywhere you want; they know giving you absolut freedom will remove any possible challenge- so they limit it by making the glider part timed, but then they cant do that for every single part bc it would be almost impossible to create anything that works well when every part is on a timer and you dont know how much of its lifespan is left bc you accidentally hit a fan once so now its uneven with the other one AND the more parts you have the more it uses battery, it makes sense, so you cant build soemthign super overpowered right at the start and its just kinda logical, but it leads to you being incentivised to build something with the fewest parts that dont have a timer-

then theres the battery power, which they try to limit by putting its upgrades behind multiple different currency exchanges, which is frustrating and leads to alot of grinding and gets overpowered really fast (it works against itself too that said currencies are all placed in the most undeveleoped and repetetive area of the game and are all never involved in anything interesting, its reused old enemy camps and the same mines everywhere, theres not a single reward in the underground that actually feels rewarding imo)

then you get the autobuild thing, so you can skip the building part of the building mechanic that is the main selling point of tha darn game, bc they know it can get frustrating to rebuild your things over and over so they give you a skip button for that if you are one of those players that doesnt like it BUT THEN they cant jsut let you do it for free so they give it a price, either spend the same currency you need for the exchange for the one you need for battery upgrades or spend parts you collected- both of which are things players generally save up and refuse to use (like the -never use any health potions bc what if i need it more at some point- thing is a problem for a reason)

then theres the added thing of the building stuff despawning incredibly quickly, im gonna guess its otherwise a performance problem (that the game is already struggling hard with) but it makes the entire already bad loop of trying to fix a problem with bandaids over and over even worse, you dont want to go too far away from your vehicles bc it will despawn and waste all that you used to build it, its like a leash to you stopping you from actually using it for more freedom- and potentially adds another annyoance bc you might try to bring it with you as far as you can, a monster truck in the depths you spend all your parts on gets stuck on the first bits of terrain you run into and you desperately try to get it out without destroying it, and if you cant you need to spend a ton of resources to build it again, even with autobuild

which is how you get the hoverbike, stupidly overpowered and boring but doing anything else is just less efficient in every way, it uses the least amount of battery, never breaks, is only 3 parts to rebuild

(i know me in particular doesnt enjoy the building in totk at all, for all those reasons and more ...... shiekah ........ and i know you CAN still choose to doing it more creatively, but you never need to, its entirely based around YOU making it fun for yourself, and i dont think its that controverisal to say a game should be fun and challenging without you having to create all the fun yourself and set yourself limit it all yourself)

similar goes for the dungeons, they heard you want the dungeons of old times back, but their strict adherance to freedom (which they themsleves contradict) leads to them being more breakable and less dungeony than even the titans in botw, they cant make it linear, thats BAD, so you can do any puzzle in any order, it cant build on any of the others bc you need to be able to do it when you want (the only one going slightly against that is the lightning one? maybe?), totks dungeons dont even limit that you cant climb them (even the titans in botw recognized that makign it easy to break so they are made of the same unclimbable material like the shrines and other shiekah tech) and the new abilities make them laughably easy to break ( .. im not even gonna mention the water temple one bc ... you dont even need to do anything there to break it to make it easier)

they wanted to cater to people wanting old dungeons, but didnt commit to it, making them WORSE dungeons than the titans with the only bonus being they got different designs and a longer build up to it (that often feels more like artificial filler than actually part of it ... like the missing lore tablet at the zoras and the missing part is a few steps away from it at best)

(ALL THE WHILE they DO limit you in SHRINES, you cant climb the walls again, for some reason, you can climb any other sonau structure though, why not that? idk, but dont limit it enough either bc you can break it all in really cheap and unsatisfying ways with ultrahand and time reversal alone- and they CANT limit those bc those abilities are the main ways to solve the 'puzzles'- botws abilities were .. well, limited in what they could do making them much more balanced, but moving sth with ultrahand and then stepping on it and time reversing it can be the boring solution to any 'puzzle', the best and only really good shrines are the ones that take all you shit bc it wactually forces you to be creative BC ITS LIMITING YOU)

(funnily enough a big possible reason why they removed the bombs from botw is bc of the glitches with it ...... like the new stuff isnt even worse and you dont even have to try lol)

people speculated on there being underground exploration due to the first trailer? people are worried about reusing the surface? ok they put the entirety of the surface map into the game again, but dont commit to it being a full thing, its horribly underdeveloped and filled with either nothing or reused filler material, while also neglecting changing anything substantial about the surface, and then the sky isalnds they even reduced and really there isnt anything of substance on there either besides the tutorial (hey, seriously, if one of botws most defining feature is its wide and empty sky why the hell would you decide to use that same map to put in your sky islands idea in), not commiting to one idea but doing all of them badly

ganondorf? well, they sure put him in there, but really what does he do? fuck all, the entire actual game hes jsut marinating in his own miasma juice for no reason, he doesnt have any presecne in the game, all he gets its a few scenes in the "story" that are told through memory cutscenes in a stupidly mega distant past i dont give a fuck about and all he does is go through the most stereotypical villain checklist of both actions and speech, they want ganondorf in there but dont commit to him ACTUALLY being there (listen i love ganondorf but really calamtiy ganon was more interesting than totk ganondorf ok im SORRY they did him so dirty)

they want dragon zelda and link 'losing' his arm be a big epic sacrifice but then .. again, dont commit to it, they tell you its oooh so irreversible and whatever and then at the end just fukcing reverse it, with no build up at all, and NONE of your own input, it just happens, and its not JUST zelda but also links arm, reversing it BOTH even and you dont even need to have all shrines (that are supposedly to cleanse your arm of miasma, i guess thats a non problem if you just stab the source of it to death instead)

they want it to be a sequel but also its own game, not committing to either and leaving us with this weird .... more alternative universe thing, vague references to botw but also acting like it never happened, slight changes, like zeldas hair, to make her seem different when shes exactly the same (you cant imply waifu zelda would ever age and not look like a little doll) and ignoring anything about her character from botw (no im serious, ooh shes nerdy for 3 minutes at the start and one time in a written thing from some servant of da royals in the past and thats it, interest in the shiekah? whos shiekah?- if anything her character is reversed, really having even less agency than in botw, that one decision to dragon is like, it really doesnt matter and not really her decision bc she didnt have a choice and it gets reversed anyway without her even remembering)

even retreading all of botws points (but doing it worse imo), but then attempting to differentiate itself from it by removing a big thing that made it what it is (shiekah) without giving it any or any sensible explanation among more, not committing to either sequel or AU and so doing both incredibly badly

(not quite the point but what i have been questioning for a while ... they way raurus abilities work ... so do all sonau have those? was it just a normal thing to have? could all sonau just glue shit together and jump through ceilings? he never uses anything of that when we see him? why is it just in the shrines at the start and its like .. he just gives it to you ...?? huh??is it part of his arm .. jewelry??)

(anyway, tin foil hat moment but it just feels like either there was a huge internal fight about everything or they neglected it in favor for something else, like say, a movie that earns them billions and is faster and cheaper to make than a game... or just dont care anymore i guess, idk which is worse tbh)

[bethanythebogwitch]

Australian Pokemon - new evolutions

Another set of my Fakemon designed for my original Goorda Region based on a combination of Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand. This time I'm designing new evolutions for older Pokemon, plus a bonus convergent line. Links to previous entries below.

Factortry, the Industry Pokemon, fire/steel type, an evolution of Torkoal. It started eating metal as well as coal and its internal heat melted the metal into slag. The slag has started covering its shell, increasing its defense, but the smoke it releases is toxic. During the industrial revolution, Factortry were used for metal refining, but the practice was banned after it produced too much pollution.

Factortry is based on a coal-burning refinery and industrial age factories, with all the pollution that came with them. Industrial pollution has been reduced thanks to regulations, such as the ones that banned Factortry for use in refining. Its name comes from "factory" and "tortoise".

Castla, the Coral Pokemon, water/rock type, an evolution of Corsola. Its branches have grown together into a fortress-like structure that is virtually unbreakable. It has a symbiotic relationship with small Pokemon that live in its fortress. It defends them from predators while they help clean it. It needs clean water to live in and the populations has dropped considerably due to pollution.

I figured that if Galarian Corsola gets an evolution, the original should too. Like the original, this Castla is based on staghorn coral, but also castles. A castle is a type of barrier and Australia famously has the great barrier reef. Reefs are famous as habitats and are essentially ecosystems based on symbiosis, just like Castla. Like the great barriier reef, pollution and global warming is signaling hard times ahead for poor Castela. Its name comes from "Corsola" and "Castle"

Glideon, the Sugar Glider Pokemon, flying type, an evolution of Eevee. Glideon live in trees and glide around their rainforest homes on flaps of skin between their legs. Using their tails as rudders, Glideon are very proficient gliders and they will perform aerial tricks to impress each other and attract mates. Trainers should be aware that Glideon are highly social and need a diet high in sugar.

Wormeon, the Velvet Worm Pokemon, Bug type, an evolution of Eevee. Wormeon are reclusive beings that live deep in the forest and are rarely seen. Their fuzzy pelt is so soft people can get addicted to petting them. Wormeon bodies are soft and fragile, so they defend themselves by spitting out sticky slime and powerful acid.

If Gamefreak won't make new Eeveeloutions then dammit I will. Glideon is based on sugar gliders and Wormeon is based on velvet worms. Sugar gliders are a type of possum that glide around on skin flaps called patagia and have a very fruit-heavy diet. They are found in Australia and have been exported as exotic pets. Unfortunately, the biggest provider of sugar gliders is pretty unethical. Velvet worms are members of a unique phylum and can be described as worms with legs. They are very soft, hence the name, and spit slime for offense and defense like Wormeon. There are many species of velvet worm in Aotearoa. I may end up revising the Wormeon design as I'm not totally sold on it. I don't think it looks enough like an Eevee for my liking.

Frozosis, the Cryptobiosis Pokemon, ice type. It was once thought to be a regional variant of Solosis, but is now known to be unrelated. These strange Pokemon are found frozen under the ice on high mountains, where the cold keeps them in stasis. Scientists believe they froze themselves possibly millions of years ago to survive a mass extinction and are only now beginning to thaw out. Those who thaw out often roll down the mountains to be found in the lowlands.

Frozosis evolves to Frozuion, the Cryptobiosis Pokemon, ice type. Despite being frozen to the point where biological activity should cease, Frozuion are still capable of moving and feeding. Scientists suspect they are in a sleepwalking-like state of half-stasis and that if one were to fully thaw out, it would have mysterious powers, though nobody knows how to do it safely.

Frozuion evolves to Reunifroz, the Cryptobiosis Pokemon, ice type. They have some strange power that allows them to levitate and act alive, despite being frozen so cold that no conventional life could exist. Scientists are unsure of what would happen if one were to thaw out as they are so cold even molten magma cannot warm them. It is possible that a thawed Reunifroz would have powers unlike any other Pokemon.

The Frozosis line is convergent to the Solosis line. They are based on cryptobiosis, a state of near-death stasis that certain living things can enter to survive extreme conditions. The Solosis line are based on embryo development and the Frozosis line are based on frozen embryos. The first successful pregnancy from a frozen embryo happened in Australia. Because it's frozen and in cryptobiosis, the cell in the Frozosis line doesn't develop like the one in the Solosis line. Frozuion and Reunifroz are based on micro-animals. Some species of micro-animal can enter cryptobiosis to survive changing conditions. Frozuion is based on a tardigrade (the poster child for cryptobiosis) while Reunifroz is based on a rotifer. Their names come from "frozen" and the Solosis line's names.

Previous entries in this series. Misc 4, misc 3, single-stages, non-natives, regional standards, creepy lines, regional variants, birds, early-game standards, misc 2, misc 1, starter variants, starters

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, I love your stories. I was wondering how the slashers would react when the nurse decides to take care of all the studio ghibli girls.

WARNING: LONG

I couldn’t find a way to make the slashers and studio ghibli girls meet at the hospital, so I decided to imagine some of the slashers meeting them outside of the hospital. I spent a lot of time on it and I am quite proud. Enjoy. 😁

Nausicaa was surprised when she saw a shape enter the Toxic Forest and immediately thought to warn them. "Hey ! Turn back ! This way is dangerous !"

But they didn’t hear her and she had no choice but to follow them on her glider…hoping she wouldn’t be too late.

Meanwhile, Michael was completely lost.

He had seen a few weird creatures that he couldn’t recognise and so far, no human in sight…until her. Nausicaa tried to warn him about the toxic spores in the forest but, he didn’t seem to understand since said spores didn’t really affect him. Michael just kept walking and ignored her.

But then, he fell into quick sand. He tried to get out, but he was only sinking faster.

Just when he thought he was going to die that way, the strange girl threw him a rope and shouted that he needed to grab onto it. He did, and the girl attached the other end to her strange flying machine before she started pulling. After a few minutes of efforts, she finally managed to pull him out completely.

Once he was out, she landed right next to him and didn’t hesitate before running towards him to check that he was alright. When she had seen the mask first—she thought she had discovered a new kind of creature living in the forest, but she didn’t expect when said creature turned out to be human. Michael had lost his mask while he was being pulled out and looked genuinely scared as she approached. He snarled and growled like an animal when she tried to touch him. She therefore decided that no contact could be made as long as he was this angry. She then decided to make him another mask based on what she had managed to catch glimpses of.

She observed him for a few days, wondering if it was safe to approach and then, she gave him the mask. She discreetly stalked him and when he seemed about to attack her—she showed him the mask she had made.

"I do not know if you can understand me but…this is for you."

She then left the mask on the ground and slowly backed away. Michael was surprised and confused. He wondered if this was a trap before he reluctantly reached out for the mask and put it on. It was…not bad. He then started accepting her presence. She brought him food and made sure he was safe and little by little, he started to trust her. One day, Nausicaa decided it was time to bring him to the village and introduce him to the villagers.

No need to say that the villagers were quite surprised when she brought this humongous man who seemed to get straight out of their worst nightmares. The villagers stood in stunned silence as Nausicaa carefully guided Michael Myers into the village. His towering frame and eerie silence made everyone uneasy, and his mask gave no clues about his thoughts or intentions. Children hid behind their parents, and the elderly muttered prayers under their breath.

Nausicaa, however, radiated her usual calm. She raised her hands in a gesture of reassurance.

"Everyone, please, there’s no need to be afraid. He’s not dangerous…as far as I can tell." Her words didn’t exactly ease the tension, but the villagers trusted her judgment. "I found him wandering in the forest. He doesn’t seem affected by the spores, but I don’t think he belongs there."

Michael didn’t move or speak, simply standing there like a statue, his piercing eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings from behind his mask. He wasn’t one to be guided or controlled, yet something about this girl made him follow without resistance. And besides…he had lost his knife and was eager to found one as soon as possible.

An older villager finally stepped forward, frowning. "Princess Nausicaa, what if he’s a spy from another kingdom ? Or worse, a threat to us all ?"

Nausicaa shook her head and lifted a hand towards Michael. "Look at him. He doesn’t seem to understand where he is, let alone have any ill intentions. I think he’s just…lost."

She turned to Michael, tilting her head up to meet his blank gaze. "You are, aren’t you ? Lost ?"

Michael remained silent. He didn’t nod or shake his head, but there was something in the way he stood, the slight tilt of his head, that made her feel as though he agreed.

Nausicaa sighed. "We can’t just leave him out there. If he’s immune to the spores, there’s a chance he could help us study them—or at the very least, he deserves some shelter."

Reluctantly, the villagers backed off, though many kept their distance. Nausicaa led Michael to her home, where she offered him a place to rest. He stood in the doorway for a long moment before finally stepping inside.

Over the next few days, Nausicaa observed him carefully, much like she would an injured animal. Michael was unnervingly quiet, but he never showed signs of hostility. One evening, Nausicaa caught him staring at a tapestry depicting her father’s heroic deeds. She approached him cautiously.

"That’s my father," she explained softly. "He was brave, like you must be, wandering the forest alone. He taught me everything I know."

Michael turned his head slightly toward her, as if acknowledging her words.

She smiled. "You’re not so scary, you know. Underneath all that quiet, I think there’s someone who understands more than they let on."

For the first time, she thought she saw a faint glimmer of emotion in his dark eyes, though it vanished as quickly as it appeared. If she only knew what he had done in the past…she would be afraid and realise that he was the most dangerous creature she could have found in that forest…

A few days later:

Nausicaa had been curious about the towering man ever since he had arrived in her life. Despite his intimidating demeanor and eerie silence, there was a strange kindness in the way he lingered near her—never too close, but never too far. One day, Nausicaa approached him cautiously, carrying a small notebook and a stick of charcoal. She had tried speaking to him before, but he never responded—only tilting his head or staring through her with those hollow and haunting blue eyes.

"Hey…" she murmured. He didn’t react, as expected. Determined, she sat down a few feet away and gently placed the notebook on the ground between them. "I…I want to know your name," she said softly, pushing the charcoal toward him. "Can you write it down for me ?"

At first, Michael didn’t move. Nausicaa’s heart sank slightly, thinking her attempt to bridge the gap had failed. But then, slowly, he reached out. His large hand, rough and scarred, took the charcoal delicately, almost as if he feared breaking it. She watched intently as he stared at the blank page. For a moment, it seemed like he might refuse, but then he pressed the charcoal to the paper and began to write. His movements were deliberate, unhurried, as though he hadn’t done this in years.

When he finished, Nausicaa leaned closer and read the word etched in bold, uneven letters:

Michael.

A warm smile spread across her face. "Michael," she said aloud, testing the name on her tongue. "I like it."

Michael didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in his posture—almost imperceptible, but Nausicaa could feel it. He liked being called by his name again. It must have been a long time.

"And do you know where you came from, Michael ?"

Michael stared at the notebook in his hands for a while before finally shaking his head negatively. He…couldn’t remember. Nausicaa understood and smiled sadly.

"It’s okay. It will eventually come back to you. I am sure. And…thank you," she whispered, looking up at him with genuine gratitude. "For trusting me."

Michael’s head tilted slightly, a silent acknowledgment. And though he didn’t say a word, Nausicaa knew that this was his way of telling her that she had earned his trust.

The next day:

It started with a loud crash deep in the village. Nausicaa had been tending to her garden when she heard the commotion—panicked screams, the clamor of running feet, and the unmistakable roar of a charging Ohmu. Her heart sank. The giant insect had been agitated by something, and now it was barreling straight toward the village.

Nausicaa immediately grabbed her glider, ready to intervene. She was halfway to the chaos when she noticed Michael standing on the edge of the scene. He was still and unmoving as always, observing the chaos with an eerie calmness.

"Michael !" she called out. "Stay back ! It’s dangerous !"

Of course, he didn’t listen.

The Ohmu swerved toward her, its enormous frame crushing everything in its path and his eyes ruby red. Nausicaa froze for a split second, her instincts faltering as the creature loomed closer. Just as it was about to reach her, a shadow moved faster than her eyes could track.

Michael.

He stepped between her and the enraged Ohmu, his massive frame blocking its advance. The Ohmu screeched, its tendrils flailing as it tried to push past him, but Michael didn’t budge. He raised his hand, gripping one of the creature’s tendrils with a strength that was definitely inhuman, and yanked it back, forcing the Ohmu to recoil in confusion.

"Michael, no !" Nausicaa shouted. She knew how dangerous it was to challenge an Ohmu, how easily they could kill a human. But Michael seemed unfazed. He stood his ground and started pulling the creature back towards the forest—trying to change its course. The Ohmu lashed out again, but Michael dodged with surprising agility for someone his size. His movements were deliberate and calculated, as though he had faced threats like this before. Nausicaa’s heart hammered in her chest as she realised just how strong Michael really was. He was a powerful warrior.

Finally, Nausicaa’s voice broke through the chaos. She held up her hands in a calming gesture, stepping out from behind Michael despite her fear.

"Stop ! Please." she begged the Ohmu. "We mean you no harm !"

The creature hesitated, its rage subsiding as it sensed her sincerity. Michael remained motionless, his stance protective, until the Ohmu finally backed away and retreated into the forest. The village was silent, save for the faint sound of the Ohmu disappearing into the distance. Nausicaa turned to Michael, her heart pounding.

"You…" She struggled to find the words. "You saved us."

Michael tilted his head slightly, his mask betraying nothing, but his presence spoke volumes. He hadn’t hesitated to protect her, even at great risk to himself.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with gratitude.

Michael didn’t respond, but he stepped closer, his imposing frame reminded her of the earlier fear she had felt. For the first time, Nausicaa realized that behind the silent mask was a protector—someone who, despite his mysterious nature, cared enough to act when it mattered most and who was dangerous…dangerous enough to be considered valuable to the village. And the way he hadn’t even hesitated before defending her. She hugged him and Michael found himself hugging her back.

From that day on, the villagers looked at Michael differently. Though he still didn’t speak and rarely interacted with anyone other than the princess, his actions had earned their respect. And Nausicaa…Nausicaa started wondering if Michael even belonged to her world.

Pennywise had heard whispers about the spirit-realm spa—a mystical place where even the most tired souls could unwind. Curious, and ever drawn to new places of chaos and delight, he decided to pay a visit. Maybe he would bring Penny next time ? If it was nice enough quality and service-wise. As he stepped into the grand bathhouse, he could feel the tension in his whole being begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace that was both strange and amusing to him. He could hear the laughter of spirits mingling with the soft echo of bubbling water, the air thick with the scent of minerals and magic.

His intentions were simple: relax, take a dip, enjoy the sensation of the steamy waters, and let the spirits around him indulge in their carefree chatter.

But then, a scent cut through the tranquility.

It was faint, buried beneath the rich, earthy aroma of the baths, but it was unmistakable. A human.

Pennywise paused, eyes narrowing just slightly as he sniffed the air, his golden gaze flicking across the bathhouse. Humans weren’t common here—especially not in a realm like this. He tilted his head, a fleeting curiosity flickering behind his playful demeanor.

"How…interesting," he murmured under his breath, his lips twitching with a half-amused smile. But no matter. It wasn’t the time to entertain such distractions.

Instead, Pennywise shrugged, turning his attention back to the steaming waters. He could smell her now, faint but distinct. The human girl was tucked away somewhere, probably hiding from the spirits around her, but he had no immediate interest in her. Not yet, anyway.

His focus returned to the bath, the water swirling around him as he stepped closer. With a sigh of contentment, Pennywise slid into the large pool, the warm water enveloping his body like a comforting embrace. His colorful costume floated lazily around him. His grin stretched wider, not from hunger, but from a deep, satisfied relief. The perfect end to a long, chaotic existence.

The scent of the human was still there, lingering on the edges of his awareness. But Pennywise wasn’t in any rush to chase her down. There were far more enjoyable things in the world than chasing down a scared little human—at least for the moment. He leaned back, eyes closed, allowing the magic of the place to work its soothing wonders, content to let the moment of relaxation last just a little longer. The human could wait.

Meanwhile :

The bathhouse was a place of peace, a realm for spirits to unwind—but not for everyone. Chihiro had been running through the corridors, her footsteps echoing in the quiet spaces, desperately trying to avoid the dark spirit who had been trailing her since she stepped out of the bath. It wasn’t the first time she’d encountered something sinister in this realm, but this one was different—he felt cold, oppressive, and had a hunger in his eyes that sent chills down her spine.

She turned a corner and saw a door, cracked open just enough for her to slip inside. Without hesitation, Chihiro darted through it, her heart pounding in her chest. She shut the door behind her, breathing heavily as she crouched against the wall, praying that the dark spirit hadn’t seen her. But as she slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes went wide. The room she had stumbled into was vast, filled with an eerie glow and an unsettling stillness. And there, lounging in the warm water of an enormous bath, was Pennywise, his sharp golden eyes suddenly opening and flicking over her with mild surprise.

For a moment, there was only silence as the two of them locked eyes. Chihiro’s breath hitched, but before she could even begin to explain herself, the tears started to fall. The fear, the exhaustion, the overwhelming sense of helplessness all bubbled to the surface, and she couldn’t stop them. She wanted to, but the sobs wracked her body, choking her voice, and she sank to her knees, hugging her arms to her chest.

Pennywise watched her in a kind of detached amusement at first, his lips curving into that ever-present, unsettling grin. He hadn’t expected this—her fear was rather mouthwatering, and the human’s tears, while deliciously pleasing, weren’t exactly what he’d anticipated by deciding to come to the bathhouse for some good time.

He shifted slightly in the water, the ripples disturbing the otherwise calm surface, but something about her cries made him wince.

What was he supposed to do with this ? The sight of her broken, tears staining her face, made him…uncomfortable. Pennywise wasn’t used to this. Comfort wasn’t his forte.

He felt the oddest tug of irritation—frustration at his inability to understand this reaction—and a brief, irrational wave of guilt, something he had not felt in centuries. With a scoff, he forced it down. No, no, he wasn’t going to fall into that. She was just a human. A snack for later. But her sobs gnawed at him, and after a long moment of internal turmoil, his irritation shifted to something else. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, drawing his attention.

A dark spirit.

He could sense it, too, drawing near like a shadow creeping closer to his little human guest. Pennywise’s golden eyes flashed with sudden clarity. He straightened, a deep, unsettling calm settling over him. He sighed loudly in irritation before standing up—droplets of water dripping down his suit as he walked out of the bath.

"Ah. I see," Pennywise said, his voice low and gravelly as he looked forward, "don’t worry, little human."

He leaned forward, his smile growing predatory. "You’re not going to be bothered anymore."

The door crashed open, and there, looming in the doorway, was the dark spirit. His figure was shrouded in darkness, his eyes glowing with a malignant hunger as he saw Chihiro huddled on the floor. Pennywise stood in front of Chihiro in one smooth motion, the water splashing around him as he moved forward, his grin stretching impossibly wide. In his eyes, there was idle mockery. That…idiot had dared enter his quarters without an invitation ? How rude…Surely, no one would miss it.

"You…you don’t belong here," the spirit hissed, his voice like the sound of scraping metal.

"~Ah. Yes. You are right. I am not one of you guys. I am one special guest that probably doesn’t belong here," Pennywise purred, his tone dripping with malice as he unhurriedly walked forward—his hands in his pockets. "But you see, I’ve decided you don’t either."

In a flash, the spirit lunged, but Pennywise was faster. With a swift motion, he reached out, grabbing the dark spirit by the throat, his dark fingers cold and sharp as they wrapped around the entity’s neck. The spirit struggled, his shadowy form flickering and twisting, but Pennywise’s strength was unyielding. He pulled the creature closer, his grin widening as he leaned in.

"You’ve disturbed my rest and my pleasure. You’ve even DARED to speak to me with DISRESPECT. You have been nothing but a nuisance," Pennywise mused aloud, his voice practically humming with excitement. "And I do so hate nuisances."

With one sharp, sudden movement, Pennywise sank his teeth into the spirit’s ethereal flesh. The dark entity let out a screech, but it was cut off as Pennywise devoured him, savoring every moment. The taste was foreign—cold, bitter—but it filled him with a twisted satisfaction. The spirit’s form began to wither, dissipating into nothingness as Pennywise consumed it completely, the sounds of it vanishing into a mere whisper.

He licked his lips, wiping the remnants of the spirit’s essence from his chin as he turned his attention back to Chihiro, who had been watching with wide eyes, her tears still streaming down her face.

"Well ?" Pennywise asked, his voice smooth and sickly sweet, though it carried an edge of something far darker. His grin returned, sharp and unsettling. "I’d say that’s the end of that."

Chihiro nodded shakily, still stunned by what she’d witnessed, her sobs subsiding. She couldn’t find the words to thank him—or even speak at all. She only stared at him, a mix of fear and gratitude in her eyes.

Pennywise tilted his head, his golden eyes twinkling with a strange playful amusement. "Don’t worry, little human. I won’t hurt you. I am not that hungry. Now, go. Run along..."

Chihiro didn’t need to be told twice and quickly stood up on shaky legs and ran out of the room. Pennywise’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight and they chuckled. Well, he would have to see what the consequences of his little overstepping. He hoped Yubaba would overlook it, but he was certain the old hag was already aware and was on her way to talk his ears off…What a pain.

He smirked.

But oh did he LOVE trouble.

And sure enough, Yubaba stormed into the hall-room at dinner, her footsteps loud and heavy, her eyes blazing with fury. "Sen !" she barked, immediately drawing Chihiro’s attention. The older witch’s gaze scanned the room, landing on the young girl with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. She then used her magic to bring the girl along as they walked out of the dinner room to have some privacy. Once they were alone, Yubaba unleashed her fury and started yellong. "What is this nonsense I’m hearing about a...Pennywise ?!" Yubaba’s voice was thick with irritation. "That…thing is roaming my bathhouse ?"

Chihiro stood frozen for a moment, the gravity of Yubaba’s presence making her heart race. She quickly wiped her face, her tears still fresh from earlier. "Yubaba, please—" she started, her voice faltering, but she stood tall and met Yubaba’s eyes. Yubaba wasn’t having it. Her hands were on her hips, her face twisted in anger. "No, no, Sen ! What is going on here ? Do you know what that thing is ? He’s a man and spirit eater ! A cannibal ! Capable of devouring his own keen and incapable of self-restraint ! And YOU provoked it ?!" Yubaba spat the last words as if they tasted sour. "How could you ask that thing for help in my own bathhouse ?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that monster is ?! And you dared feed him one of my clients, you insolent little girl ! I ought to change you into a pig for that !"

Chihiro took a deep breath, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. "Your guest was going to hurt me. And it didn’t do anything wrong. Pennywise...protected me from the dark spirit. It was attacking me, and Pennywise made it go away. If it wasn’t for it, I would be dead, Madam Yubaba."

Yubaba’s brow furrowed as she looked down at the girl, her disbelief obvious at the girl’s guts to speak to her like that. "You think I’m going to let some...thing like that stay here just because it helped you ? This is my bathhouse, Sen. And it follows my rules ! That thing must be gone ! Tonight !"

"But it saved me. You would have been down one employee if it wasn’t for Pennywise," Chihiro insisted, her voice growing more confident. "It didn’t even try to hurt me. It even saved you from having to find another employee or having to deal with the dark spirit yourself."

Yubaba’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl, her mind whirring. "Sen," she said, her tone lowering in warning, "you have no idea what you’re dealing with. It eats spirits ! I won’t allow such a thing to roam freely in my bathhouse. What if it eats another one of my guests ? What if it decides it is hungry for more !"

Chihiro bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to explain more, but Yubaba’s refusal to listen to her was becoming more and more clear. "It won’t hurt anyone again," Chihiro repeated softly, stepping forward. "I promise."

Yubaba took a deep breath, her lips curling in frustration. "You are too gullible, Sen. Pennywise is a manipulator and a liar. You can’t let him—"

"Well well well, if it isn’t my old friend Yubaba herself," Pennywise’s voice interrupted, smooth and cold as he appeared in the doorway, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light and a large grin on his face.

Yubaba’s gaze snapped to him, her eyes flaring. "You !" She hissed, raising a trembling finger in warning. "Stay away from my bathhouse, you vile—"

"Calm down, old hag," Pennywise sneered, his grin widening as he casually strolled into the room. He didn’t seem phased by Yubaba’s outburst in the slightest. "I’m not here to cause trouble. But if someone needs to be dealt with, I’m happy to help."

Chihiro watched the exchange, her heart racing. She had expected Yubaba to be furious, but the scene unfolding before her was still unsettling. Yubaba’s temper was legendary, and Pennywise wasn’t making it any easier. Yubaba’s face was turning a shade of red that only came with true rage. She was about to say something scathing when Chihiro quickly stepped in between them.

"Yubaba, please. Just give him a chance," Chihiro pleaded, her voice cracking slightly from the emotion she was feeling. "He’s not going to hurt anyone. I will see to it. I promise you."

Yubaba’s eyes locked onto Chihiro’s, a dangerous glint in them. "I do not believe you can make such a promise, Sen. Not with that one," she said, her voice low and threatening as her eyes glared at him. "But I will allow him to stay...for now. He is a good-paying customer after all…But…If it causes any more problems, I’ll be the one to deal with it. Got it ?"

Chihiro nodded quickly, relief flooding her chest. She turned to look at Pennywise, who was smirking at Yubaba’s irritation, clearly enjoying the tension he’d caused.

"Thank you, Yubaba," Chihiro whispered, stepping away from the confrontation.

Pennywise, for his part, gave a playful wink, clearly unbothered by the turn of events. "Don’t worry, little human. That wicked old witch knows she has no power over me. If she tried anything…" Pennywise’s eyes glowed yellow as he looked menacingly at Yubaba and growled "…she knows I would be eating her next."

Yubaba shot Pennywise one last glare before storming off, muttering to herself. As the door slammed shut, the room finally fell silent, and Chihiro let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Pennywise turned to her, his grin widening. "Thanks for that, kid. For now, I guess I’ll stick around...and maybe see how long it takes before they realise I’m the real entertainment around here."

Chihiro couldn’t help but laugh weakly, her body still trembling from the earlier scare. "I don’t know about that...but thank you for saving me."

Pennywise winked at her once more.

"No problem, kiddo. If you need anything else ? Call me." And with that, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. And as strange as it seemed, in that moment, Chihiro felt a little safer—because, in a world as odd and unpredictable as this one, Pennywise’s twisted form of protection was better than none at all.

A few days later:

Pennywise stood by the window, his eyes glowing in the dim light, watching the world outside with an unsettling calmness. The room was quiet except for the occasional creak of the building. Chihiro stood near the door, her hands holding her dinner. She knew it wasn’t the souls of spirits or anything like that—but she wondered if Pennywise would like some. Pennywise’s glowing eyes narrowed as he sniffed the plate Chihiro held out to him. His sharp features twisted into something almost resembling curiosity before his lips curled into a faint sneer.

"What is this ?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and disdain. "Rice and vegetables ?"

Chihiro hesitated, her grip tightening on the plate. "Yes. I thought you might like it. I made it myself."

Pennywise leaned closer, his nose nearly touching the plate as he inhaled deeply. The room grew colder as his eyes flashed with a sharp, predatory glint. He pulled back abruptly, his grin wide and unsettling, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

"Little Sen," he drawled, his tone both mocking and amused, "you’re sweet, but do you really think this will satisfy me ? I need more...substance. Something with a bit of life in it."

Chihiro blinked, her nervousness giving way to confusion. "But it’s food," she said, almost defensively. "It’s nourishing."

Pennywise’s grin widened, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "To you, maybe. But to me ? This is nothing more than empty filler." He placed a clawed finger on the plate, tilting it slightly so the rice and vegetables shifted. "Where’s the blood ? The raw, wriggling morsels ? You wouldn’t offer a wolf a salad, would you ?"

Pennywise leaned down slightly, his tall frame towering over her, the shadows around him seeming to bend with his movement. He sniffed the air above the plate once more, his nose wrinkling slightly.

"No blood," he murmured, his voice carrying an edge of disappointment. His glowing eyes flicked back to her, narrowing. "No flesh. No… life…You would like me to starve, little one ?"

Chihiro blinked, startled. "No ! That’s not what I…I—I didn’t think you’d need that. I just thought—"

He straightened, chuckling darkly. "Oh, little Sen, you don’t know what I need." His grin widened, revealing his razor-sharp teeth. "But I suppose the thought counts for something."

Chihiro shifted nervously, feeling a pang of guilt. "I didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought—"

"You thought I could eat this," he interrupted, his voice playful but cutting. "And I appreciate your effort, truly. But without meat, without the essence of something living, this…" He gestured to the plate with a clawed finger, "...is just a game."

Chihiro hesitated, then set the plate down on a nearby table. "I’m sorry," she said softly. "I didn’t know."

Pennywise watched her, his grin softening into something almost amused. "You’re lucky you’re amusing, little one. Otherwise…" He didn’t finish the sentence, his teeth gleaming as he chuckled.

Chihiro took a small step back but managed to hold her ground. "I’ll do better next time," she said firmly, though her heart raced.

His glowing eyes followed her every movement, and for a moment, there was silence between them. Then, with a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. "Run along, Sen. Perhaps one day, you’ll bring me something truly satisfying."

As she turned to leave, he called after her, his voice dripping with dark humor. "And next time…make sure it bleeds."

Chihiro’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she stopped as she mumbled. "I didn’t know. I just wanted to thank you."

For a moment, Pennywise said nothing, his glowing eyes studying her intently. Then he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Gratitude," he mused and tilted his head, "a curious thing. I suppose I should appreciate the effort. Thank you, little Sen…Now, go. Leave. Before I…"

He suddenly howled in pain and held his stomach. He was so…HUNGRY. Pennywise’s chuckle morphed into a low growl as he clutched his stomach, doubling over slightly. The dim glow of his eyes flickered, and for the first time, Chihiro saw fear in the clown’s eyes.

"HUNGRY," he hissed, his voice jagged and guttural. His claws gripped at his abdomen as though trying to stave off an unbearable, gnawing pain. Chihiro froze, unsure whether to stay or run. She had never seen him like this before.

"Pennywise ?" she called tentatively, her voice wavering. His head snapped up, his glowing eyes narrowing on her with an intensity that made her heart leap into her throat. "LEAVE," he snarled, his teeth bared, his voice a strained growl. "Before I…before I…take YOU."

Chihiro stepped back, but something in her refused to flee. "You’re starving," she whispered as she understood. "There must be something I can do to help…"

"HELP ?" he spat, staggering forward, his elongated fingers clutching at the edge of the table. The plate of food she’d brought sat untouched, mocking him with its lack of sustenance. "Unless you’ve got a fresh, beating heart hidden in your little apron, there’s NOTHING you can do."

Her mind raced. "What about—"

"DON’T," he growled, his voice echoing with menace. But there was a crack in his tone, a tremor that betrayed how close he was to losing control. Chihiro swallowed hard and placed herself between him and the door. "What if…I find something for you ? Something that will help."

Pennywise laughed, but it was a bitter, hollow sound. "And where will you find prey in a place like this, little Sen ? If I eat another spirit Yubaba will surely kick me out, the mortals are far. You can’t even hunt a fly, let alone—" He doubled over again, groaning, the sound reverberating through the room.

"I’ll figure it out !" she blurted, surprising even herself.

Pennywise’s glowing eyes locked onto hers, filled with equal parts hunger and disbelief. "Why ?" he rasped. "Why do you care if I starve ? You should be running, little one, not…not offering to help me."

Chihiro hesitated. Why did she care ? She didn’t have a clear answer, but seeing him in this state—powerful yet pitiful—stirred something in her.

"Because you helped me," she finally said. "And I’m not going to let you suffer."

For a moment, Pennywise stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a weak chuckle, he leaned back against the wall. "Brave little Sen," he murmured, his voice softening despite the agony etched into every word. "Go, then. But hurry. Before I forget to be merciful."

Chihiro nodded, her resolve hardening as she dashed out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran through the bathhouse corridors, her bare feet slapping against the damp wooden floors. Her mind raced. What could she possibly find to sate Pennywise’s hunger ? She had no raw meat, no prey to offer. Even if she did, she wasn’t sure if she could stomach giving it to him—much less hunt for it herself.

But she had to try. He had saved her before, and she couldn’t abandon him now. As she turned a corner, she nearly collided with Lin.

"Hey ! Watch it, kid !" Lin snapped, catching her by the shoulders. "What’s gotten into you ? You look pale."

Chihiro hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. "Pennywise. The…customer of room 8 is…he’s starving," she finally admitted. "I need to find something—anything—to help him."

Lin frowned, her arms crossing over her chest. "Starving ? That clown doesn’t look like the type to go hungry. What does he even eat ?"

Chihiro’s face paled. "Raw meat," she whispered.

Lin groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Of course he does. Great. Just great. Look, you’re not going to find anything like that around here, not with Yubaba running this place. The kitchen’s all vegetables and spirit food."

Chihiro’s shoulders slumped. "Then what do I do ?"

Lin sighed, her sharp eyes softening slightly. "If you’re dead set on helping him, there’s one place you can try."

"Where ?"

"The riverbank," Lin said, gesturing toward the window. "If you’re lucky, you might find some fish he can…uh, snack on."

Chihiro nodded. "Thank you, Lin."

"Be careful," Lin called after her. "That guy gives me the creeps, but I wouldn’t want him turning on you."

Chihiro didn’t answer, already sprinting toward the bathhouse entrance. The rain was still pouring when she stepped outside, soaking her within seconds. The air was cold, and the ground beneath her feet was slick with mud, but she pressed on, her determination unwavering.

When she reached the riverbank, the water was raging, swollen from the storm. She scanned the area, her eyes darting between the reeds and the rocks. At first, there was nothing. Just the sound of the rain and the rushing water.

She scanned the area desperately, hoping to find something—anything—that could help ease Pennywise’s hunger.

And then, she saw it.

Near a group of rocks, she spotted a glint in the water. Faint but unmistakable. Her eyes widened in recognition. It was a fish, a large, struggling creature that was being swept along by the current. Without thinking, Chihiro stepped into the water, ignoring the chill that crept up her legs as the river rushed past her. She reached out with both hands, trying to grab the fish before it slipped away.

Her fingers brushed against its slippery scales before she managed to grab it firmly, pulling it from the water with a victorious gasp.

The fish was alive but weak, its gills fluttering as it gasped for breath. It wasn’t raw meat like Pennywise might have preferred, but it was still something—something she could offer to him. With the fish cradled carefully in her hands, Chihiro hurried back to the bathhouse, her heart pounding. The rain pelted her relentlessly, but she refused to slow down. Pennywise was waiting, and she had to get back to him before he—

She ran inside and shoved the door of his room open, stepping inside to find it eerily silent. Pennywise was lying on the floor, his body tense and trembling from hunger. His eyes, dim and almost lifeless, flickered toward her as she entered.

"I—I brought something," Chihiro said, her voice shaking slightly as she knelt beside him and held out the fish. It wriggled in her hands, its scales shimmering in the dim light.

Pennywise’s gaze locked onto the fish, and for a long moment, there was only silence. Chihiro held her breath, unsure how he would react. Then, slowly, he sat up, his face dark and hungry. Without a word, Pennywise reached forward, his hand almost too fast to follow, and snatched the fish from her hands. His sharp teeth sank into the soft flesh, tearing it apart in seconds. The hunger in his eyes, the way he devoured it so eagerly, was both unsettling and mesmerizing.

As he finished the fish, his expression relaxed slightly. The glow in his eyes returned and Chihiro watched him silently, relief flooding her chest.

"You…you’re welcome," she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if he heard her.

Pennywise turned his head toward her, his gaze softening for just a moment. "You… brought me food." His voice was low and thoughtful. "You are an odd little one, Sen."

Chihiro smiled weakly, trying to hold back the exhaustion that was creeping up on her. "I do my best," she said, sitting down beside him—exhausted after her late fishing experience.

Pennywise studied her for a moment, the faintest hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. The tension in the room seemed to ease as the storm outside began to subside, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Chihiro allowed herself to relax, even if just for a moment. She had done something good today.

And in this strange, dark place, that was enough. She unconsciously fell asleep and Pennywise stared at her. He could eat her. She was the perfect prey and he doubted Yubaba would mind all that much…but…

He stared at her and remembered the time when he was human and had a little sister. Sen was making him think of her. He finally sighed in defeat.

"Troublesome little—"

He picked her up and laid her down on his mattress before looking out. The fish was good but…it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him for long. He needed more. He opened the window and jumped out—heading towards the river to go on his own fishing trip.

The next day, Yubaba would receive a letter informing her that the fishermen had been unable to retrieve enough fish to feed all the customers that night and that she would have to import…

"…PENNYWISE !"

Jason’s large, hulking frame stood motionless, hidden behind the thick trees of the forest as he watched a girl with short hair and red tattoos kneel beside a great white wolf. Her fingers gently pulled at an arrow lodged in the creature’s side, her expression intense and focused. She was covered in dirt and scratches, her clothes a mix of furs and worn fabrics, clearly accustomed to the wild. The girl had a presence about her that matched the wildness of the forest—untamed, fierce, and not easily intimidated. Her wolf companion growled softly, but she murmured something calming in response, the low growl subsiding as she continued her task. She then started sucking the blood out—in case the arrowheads had been coated with poison.

Jason's instincts immediately told him that this girl was no ordinary human. The connection between her and the wolf was undeniable, as though they shared the same spirit, the same wild nature. He stepped forward, the sound of his boots crunching on the leaves giving him away.

The girl’s head whipped around, her dark eyes narrowing suspiciously as she caught sight of him. Her hand instinctively reached for the spear at her feet. The wolf, sensing her tension, bared its teeth in warning.

"Who are you ?" she demanded, her voice sharp and demanding.

Jason did not respond. He never did. He simply stood there, a towering figure clad in a tattered mask and soaked in a perpetual, haunting silence. The girl studied him with intense, wary eyes. Her fingers tightened around the spear’s shaft, but she did not use it yet. Her wolf, sensing the same strange energy around him, kept its distance but did not seem to view him as an immediate threat.

Jason's head tilted slightly, his gaze flickering curiously from the girl to the wolf. He had never seen these two in his forest before.

The girl slowly lowered her spear but kept it ready, her eyes still locked on Jason. "You’re not from here," she said quietly, her voice softer now, though still wary. "What do you want ?"

Jason’s silence was deafening, but his presence seemed to say it all. He had no need for words. His intentions were difficult to read, and perhaps that was what unsettled her the most. The white wolf growled again, but this time it was more cautious, its glowing eyes fixed on the man, waiting to see what he would do next.

The girl, seeing that the situation was not turning immediately violent, relaxed her stance just a fraction. Whoever the stranger was, he didn’t seem to be coming from the village up the hill. "I’m San," she introduced herself, her eyes still narrowed, "and this is Moro, the wolf goddess. We protect these woods, and you’ve wandered into our territory."

Jason’s gaze flickered toward the wolf, then back to San, still unyielding. He wasn't one to engage in conversation, but he knew that she was telling the truth. Or if she didn’t, she seemed nice enough. He took a step forward, his massive form casting a long shadow over the riverbank, and his eyes never leaving San’s.

San tensed again, ready for any sign of hostility. But, instead of striking, Jason did something unexpected: he knelt down, slowly and deliberately, lowering himself to the earth with a strange reverence. His towering figure loomed over her, yet his actions spoke of a respect, an acknowledgment of her strength and her role in this forest.

San's eyes softened, and the tension that had held her so rigid melted slightly. She relaxed her grip on her spear, though she kept it close. The wolf beside her seemed to sense the shift and lowered its own defensive posture, though it still kept a careful eye on Jason.

Jason stared at the girl, his dark, emotionless eyes meeting her wild, defiant ones. He wasn’t sure why, but something about her—about this place—made him feel a pull, a connection he couldn’t understand. The forests and creatures that lived within them, the untamed wilds—perhaps this was where he truly belonged, where the violence within him didn’t need to be the only thing that defined him.

San tilted her head, sensing the change in the air. "You’ve come to the wrong place if you seek to fight. But," she said, her voice steady, "if you mean no harm, then perhaps we can find some common ground."

The wolf, Moro, finally lowered her head, a sign of acceptance, and San slowly relaxed, though she still watched him carefully. Her next words were spoken with a guarded calmness.

"You’re free to stay…for now. But remember, this forest has its own rules. And we protect it with everything we have."

Jason slowly nodded, his gaze never leaving San. If her goal was to protect the forest…then he would protect her.

A few days later:

The forest was eerily still, the calm before an inevitable storm. San stood atop a rocky outcrop, her piercing gaze scanning the trees as Moro and her two wolf siblings growled low, their ears pinned back in warning. Something was coming—something unnatural, something dangerous. The birds had fled, the usual hum of life in the forest silenced by the oncoming threat.

Then they came.

A horde of boars, their tusks gleaming and their eyes wild with rage, thundered through the trees. But these were no ordinary creatures; their bodies were grotesque, twisted, and darkened by a foul corruption. Black tendrils of something unnatural oozed from their bodies, and their movements were erratic, like puppets controlled by a malicious force.

San tightened her grip on her spear, her heart pounding in her chest. She had fought creatures like this before, but the sheer number of them was overwhelming. Moro snarled, stepping protectively in front of her daughter, while the two younger wolves flanked them, growling menacingly at the boars. But, it didn’t seem to reach them.

The first boar broke through the treeline, charging with a deafening roar. San braced herself, preparing to leap into the fray, when suddenly, a massive figure appeared from the shadows of the forest.

Jason.

His towering frame stood like an unyielding wall between the oncoming horde and San’s family. In his hand was a crude but deadly machete, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. He didn’t hesitate. As the first boar lunged at him, Jason swung the machete with terrifying force, cleaving the creature in two. Black ichor sprayed across the ground, but Jason didn’t flinch. Another boar charged, and Jason met it head-on, grabbing it by the tusks and snapping its neck with an unnatural strength.

San stared in stunned silence for a moment before snapping back to reality. "Mother ! Stay with the pups !" she commanded as she joined the fight, her spear finding its mark in the throat of a corrupted boar.

Jason moved like an unstoppable force, his machete cutting through the horde with brutal efficiency. His silent fury was unmatched, every swing of his blade a testament to his relentless determination. Despite his violent methods, there was a strange sense of purpose in his actions—he wasn’t just fighting for himself. He was protecting them.

The wolves fought alongside him, their powerful jaws tearing into the corrupted creatures. San moved with agility and precision, her spear a blur as she struck down one boar after another. But the horde seemed endless, and for every creature they felled, two more took its place. At one point, San found herself cornered, three boars charging at her from different angles. Her heart raced, but before she could react, Jason was there. He threw himself between her and the boars, his massive body acting as a shield. One boar's tusks grazed his arm, but he didn’t falter. With a powerful swing, he dispatched all three creatures in a single motion.

San’s breath caught as she stared at him. He turned to her, his mask streaked with black ichor, and gave a small, imperceptible nod. It wasn’t a request for thanks—it was an unspoken assurance: I’ve got your back.

The battle raged on, but Jason’s presence turned the tide. One by one, the corrupted boars fell until the remaining creatures, sensing their defeat, retreated into the dark forest. The silence that followed was deafening. San stood panting, her spear still gripped tightly in her hand. Moro and the other wolves surveyed the area, their bodies tense and ready for any lingering threats. Jason remained still, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he caught his breath.

San approached him cautiously, her expression unreadable. She studied him for a moment before speaking. "You didn’t have to do that," she said softly, her voice carrying both gratitude and curiosity.

Jason tilted his head slightly, his mask hiding any expression he might have. He didn’t respond—he never did—but his actions had spoken louder than words ever could.

San sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you," she said, her tone sincere. "You’ve earned the forest’s trust…and mine."

Moro approached then, her massive form looming beside San. The wolf goddess stared at Jason, her dark eyes piercing and wise. After a long moment, she lowered her head slightly—a gesture of respect.

"Thank you, friend."

But then, the adrenaline that had fueled Jason finally began to wane. His broad shoulders sagged, and he dropped his machete, the blade sinking slightly into the soft earth. Blood—both black ichor and his own—streaked his arms and chest. A particularly deep gash on his side seeped red, staining his tattered shirt.

Jason staggered, his knees buckling, and before he could stop himself, he collapsed onto the ground, one massive hand bracing against the dirt to keep him from falling completely.

San’s eyes widened. She rushed to his side, dropping her spear as she knelt beside him. "Hey !" she called, her voice sharp with concern. "You’re hurt."

Jason didn’t respond, but his labored breathing and the slight tremble in his body told her enough. His mask turned slightly in her direction, as if he was trying to assure her he was fine, but the wound on his side was deep, and even he couldn’t ignore the toll the battle had taken.

Moro approached cautiously, her golden eyes narrowing as she sniffed the air. "He fought bravely," the wolf goddess rumbled. "But he’s not invincible."

San bit her lip, frustration and worry flickering across her face. "We can’t leave him like this." She looked to Jason, her voice softening. "You saved us…Now it’s our turn to help you."

Jason didn’t resist as San carefully examined his wound. Her hands, calloused from years of survival, worked quickly and efficiently. She tore a strip from her own cloak and pressed it against the bleeding gash, applying as much pressure as she could to stem the flow of blood. Moro’s younger wolves hovered nearby, their ears flicking nervously as they watched. "Will he survive, Mother ?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"He’s strong," Moro replied. "But strength alone won’t heal him. We must take him to safety."

With Moro’s help, San managed to get Jason onto the wolf goddess’s broad back. It was a struggle—his massive frame was heavy, and his silence made it impossible to tell just how much pain he was in—but they managed.

"Hold on," San murmured as she steadied him. "We’ll get you somewhere safe."

The wolves led the way through the forest, their movements cautious and their senses on high alert. San stayed close to Moro, her hand resting lightly on Jason’s arm to keep him steady.

By the time they reached a hidden glade deep within the forest, Jason was barely conscious. San worked quickly, gathering herbs and clean water from a nearby stream. Moro lay down carefully, allowing Jason to slide gently onto the soft grass.

"You saved my family," San said quietly as she began to clean his wound. "I won’t let you die now."

For the first time, Jason’s hand moved, weakly gripping the edge of her cloak. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell her he understood.

San’s heart clenched as she worked with hurried but careful precision, crushing herbs into a paste and applying them to Jason’s wound. His grip on her cloak loosened, his strength waning, but his masked face remained turned towards her.

Moro watched silently, her great head resting on her paws. The younger wolves paced nearby, their ears flicking nervously at the faint sounds of the forest. The threat of more corrupted creatures lingered, and they all knew it.

"You can’t die now," San muttered, her voice firm but tinged with desperation. She tied the herbs in place with a strip of her cloak, her hands trembling slightly. "You fought for us. For my family. That means you’re part of it now."

Moro rumbled softly. "He is no ordinary man, San. The way he fought, the way he endures—he is tied to something beyond death. But even the strongest can fall."

San frowned, brushing her hair out of her face as she leaned closer to Jason. "Then we won’t let him fall." She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the faint rise and fall of his breathing. "You hear that ? You don’t get to give up now, stranger."

Jason’s fingers twitched, a slight movement that made San’s determination harden.

The night deepened, the forest growing quieter as the group remained in the hidden glade. San stayed by Jason’s side, ensuring his wounds stayed clean and the bleeding had stopped. Moro occasionally shifted to scan the area, her presence a watchful shield over them all.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft golden glow over the glade. Jason stirred, his massive frame shifting slightly against the grass.

San, who had dozed off sitting beside him, jerked awake at the movement. She leaned closer, her eyes searching his masked face. "You’re awake,” she said softly, relief flooding her voice.

Jason slowly sat up and San reached out instinctively to steady him.

"Careful," she whispered. "You’re not fully healed yet."

Moro rose to her feet, her eyes meeting Jason’s. "You survived. You are stronger than I expected."

Jason nodded slightly, a gesture of thanks—or perhaps acknowledgment.

San smiled faintly, exhaustion and gratitude written across her face. "You saved us," she said. "And I meant what I said. You’re part of this family now."

The younger wolves crept closer, their wariness replaced by tentative curiosity. One of them sniffed Jason’s arm, then wagged his tail slightly, a rare show of acceptance.

"You’ll stay with us, won’t you ?" San asked, her tone hopeful.

Jason didn’t respond, but the way he slowly got to his feet, standing tall despite his injuries, seemed to answer for him. He wasn’t leaving—not yet.

Moro inclined her head. "Then it’s settled. You fought for this forest. Now it will protect you, as you have protected it."

San stepped closer, looking up at him with a rare softness in her eyes. "Thank you," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jason tilted his head, the faintest tilt of his mask conveying an unspoken bond between them.

In the heart of the forest, among its wolves and its wildness, Jason Voorhees had found a place where he could belong—a place where his silent strength could stand for something more than fear.

Brahms Heelshire was wandering through the woods surrounding the village, the trees casting long shadows in the fading light of day. His mind was lost in thoughts, fingers absentmindedly tracing the cracks and edges of the porcelain doll mask he wore. He never ventured far, staying close to the boundaries of the secluded mansion he called home, but today, something had drawn him further.

It was then he heard it—a voice singing, light and carefree, drifting through the trees like a soft melody. Curious, Brahms followed the sound, moving stealthily as always, until he found the source.

There, standing in a small clearing, was a young girl, no older than sixteen. Her hair, black as night, fluttered in the breeze. She hummed a tune under her breath to her black cat, completely unaware of the figure watching her from the shadows.

Brahms felt a strange pull as he observed her. He had never seen anyone like her before—she was vibrant and alive, a stark contrast to his lonely existence. The girl, he would soon learn that her name was Kiki, was a witch in training, floating above the ground on her broomstick as she trained on his family’s lands. He observed her for a few days.

One day as she landed, Brahms stepped forward from the darkness, his movements slow and deliberate. Kiki, startled by the sudden presence, spun around, her eyes wide with caution. The cat hissed at him and he took a step back.

"Who...Who are you ?" Kiki asked, clutching her broom tightly, though there was uncertainty in her voice. Brahms said nothing at first, his head tilting slightly as he observed her more closely. His masked face gave little away, but there was an odd intensity in his gaze. He stepped closer, but not too close. There was something about Kiki that intrigued him—her fearlessness, her light, and innocence.

"I am...Brahms," he muttered softly, his voice low and almost inaudible. The wind swept through the clearing, making the moment feel eerily quiet.

Kiki eyed him cautiously, still standing a safe distance away. "Brahms ? You don’t look like someone I should know...What are you doing out here in the woods all on your own ?"

Brahms, never one to engage much in conversation, simply shrugged, the silence between them stretching. The sound of distant birds filled the air, but Brahms remained rooted to his spot, his eyes fixed on Kiki.

"You...are not afraid of me ?" he asked quietly, his voice tinged with curiosity. Most people would have run by now, terrified by his presence. The strange figure, dressed in a mask and shadowed by a lifetime of solitude, was enough to send anyone fleeing. But Kiki... she simply stood there, her brow furrowed, wondering what he was about.

Kiki hesitated for a moment before smiling, though it was cautious, as if testing the waters. "I’m a witch-in-training," she declared with a light laugh. "I’m not afraid of weird stuff. I see strange things all the time. Like my flying broom, or my spooky powers. You’re...not so scary."

Brahms’ gaze softened slightly, though he quickly masked the fleeting emotion. He could never let anyone too close. But something in Kiki’s words made him feel...human, like a forgotten part of himself was being acknowledged.

"I see," Brahms replied, his voice even quieter now. Kiki took a tentative step forward, her broom tucked under one arm. "Are you lost ? You don’t seem like you’re from around here."

"I...live up…in the mansion. I don’t go many places," Brahms responded, almost sheepishly, though his mask hid the subtle discomfort. "I stay where it’s quiet."

The wind whispered between them, the distant sound of birds calling fading away into the background as they stood in the clearing. Kiki tilted her head, considering his words.

"Well, I guess everyone needs some quiet sometimes," she said thoughtfully. "But, um...if you ever want to come into town, I could show you around. Maybe you’ll find something you like. It’s not all that bad, you know ?"

Brahms looked at her for a long moment, feeling the weight of her words. The offer was so casual, so kind, and yet...he knew the world was not a place meant for him. Still, there was something about Kiki that made him wonder what it would be like to leave the shadows, to see what lay beyond the forest and the mansion that kept him trapped.

"Perhaps...one day," Brahms murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kiki nodded with a smile, her eyes bright with optimism. "Alright, Brahms. Maybe one day."

With that, she turned and took off into the sky on her broom. Brahms stood still for a while, watching her fly away, before slowly disappearing back into the woods, his thoughts heavy but strangely lighter than before.

Maybe…he could try going to the village from time to time ?

A week later:

Brahms was cautiously making his way into the village, moving silently through the alleyways and shadows, his mask and disheveled appearance enough to make people wary. He had never been to the village since he was a real kid, never felt the need to venture beyond the boundaries of the forest and his mansion. But today, something had drawn him there—an inexplicable feeling that maybe, just maybe, he could find something outside the loneliness he had known so far.

However, the moment he stepped into the village square, he realized how wrong he had been.

Laughter erupted as soon as people noticed him. A group of children pointed and giggled, calling him names—monster, freak, scary man. Some of the older villagers whispered behind their hands, their eyes full of judgment and fear. Brahms, already uncomfortable in his own skin, felt his chest tighten with anxiety. He had never been so exposed, never been the subject of public mockery like that. It was a feeling so foreign to him that he couldn’t even find the words to respond.

His mind raced, and he quickly started backing away, turning towards the nearest alley, desperate to escape the ridicule. He didn’t belong here. He didn’t belong anywhere. All he wanted was to leave and return to the safety of his mansion, where no one could look at him like that ever again.

But before he could retreat into the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Hey! What's going on here ?"

Brahms froze, recognizing the voice instantly. He turned, his heart skipping a beat, and saw Kiki walking forward. She stood in front of him, blocking his path, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.

"Leave him alone !" Kiki’s voice rang out, and the villagers paused, startled by her sudden appearance. The children stopped laughing, unsure of what to make of the situation. A few of the adults muttered in confusion, but Kiki didn’t back down.

"What's your problem with him ?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the crowd.

One of the older men, who had been part of the mocking group, spoke up. "Look at him ! He’s...he's not normal. He’s the Heelshire cursed kid ! I used to work for his folks back in the day and he got crazy ! He set fire to the damn mansion and killed a girl !"

Kiki raised an eyebrow, her eyes never leaving the man. "He was a kid. Maybe he changed ? Won’t you give him a chance ?"

Brahms stood frozen behind her, still feeling the weight of the villagers' stares, but there was something about Kiki’s words that made him feel...less small. Less invisible. Less bad about his past…

"He’s just visiting me," Kiki continued, her voice steady. "He didn’t ask for your judgment. You’ve got no right to treat him this way."

One of the children, emboldened by the protection Kiki offered, spoke up. "But he’s creepy. He looks like he’ll hurt us."

Kiki sighed and shook her head. "You don’t get to decide that. You don’t know him. None of you do." She turned her attention to Brahms, her gaze softening. "…Will you hurt anyone ?"

He shook his head frantically and Kiki smiled. Brahms looked at her, his heart swelling with a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years—gratitude. She was standing up for him. For him. He felt the fear, the tension in his chest slowly easing, though it wasn’t completely gone. He had never been defended like this before, and it made him feel happy and safe.

The villagers exchanged uncomfortable glances, realizing they were not going to get the reaction they had hoped for. One by one, they began to disperse, grumbling under their breath but backing away from the confrontation.

Kiki stood tall, her broom still in her hand and grinned at Brahms. "See ? They just needed a little shove. They’ll get used to you soon enough, Brahms."

Brahms stared at her, unsure of what to say. He felt a strange warmth in his chest, something that had been absent for a long time. His voice, usually cold and distant, came out in a hoarse whisper.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Kiki nodded, her smile widening. "No need to thank me. People need to learn not to judge others based on their past." She gave him a playful wink. "Besides, us weirdos got to stick together, right ?"

For a moment, Brahms simply stood there, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had never expected kindness, and certainly not from someone like Kiki. She wasn’t afraid of him. She cared.

"Could I…stay with you ?” Brahms asked. He didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Kiki’s eyes widened in surprise before they softened, and she nodded. "Sure, Brahms. Let’s go."

Kiki led Brahms to her small, cozy room above the bakery where she stayed. The warm, earthy scent of herbs and freshly baked bread filled the air as she opened the door, revealing a space that was both simple and welcoming. The wooden beams of the ceiling were lined with drying flowers, and the soft glow of candlelight flickered from a small table near the window.

"Make yourself comfortable," Kiki said with a gentle smile, gesturing to a worn but comfortable-looking armchair by the table. She quickly moved to the hearth, her hands deftly reaching for the ingredients she had stashed earlier for a light dinner. "I’ll make us something to eat."

Brahms stood hesitantly at the door for a moment, unsure of where to go or what to do. He wasn’t used to being in someone else’s space, let alone having dinner with them.

"Thank you," he said quietly and Kiki glanced over her shoulder at him, pausing for a moment as she set a pot on the stove.

"Don’t mention it," she replied with a smile, her tone warm and friendly. "You don’t have to thank me. I’m just making us some food."

She moved to the small cupboard, pulling out a few vegetables and other ingredients. As she worked, she glanced at Brahms. "I don’t get to cook for others much. But I am sure you’ll be the perfect guest."

Brahms couldn’t help but smile at her. He wasn’t used to this kind of casual conversation. It felt...nice. There was no pressure, no expectation, just a sense of ease that made him want to stay. But even as he settled into the chair, watching her cook, the doubts crept in, gnawing at the back of his mind. Why was she doing this for him ? Was it pity ? Was it because she felt sorry for the “monster” ?

He looked at her and he restrained a sigh.

He hadn’t realised how much he longed for connection until this very moment. Kiki wasn’t afraid of him, and that was the biggest comfort he could ever imagine.

"Not used to being around people…" Brahms admitted quietly after a while, more to himself than to her. "Never really felt welcome anywhere."

Kiki paused, the spoon in her hand stilling as she turned to face him. "You are now," she reassured him. "Everyone deserves a place where they feel safe and accepted. And I’m happy to offer you that."

Brahms looked down at his hands, the words resonating deeply within him. For the first time in a while, he didn’t feel like the monster.

Kiki finished cooking the meal, a simple meat stew with fresh bread on the side, and placed the steaming bowls in front of him. The aroma was rich and comforting, and as Brahms took his first bite, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, savoring the warmth.

"You cook well," Brahms murmured, his voice soft as he recalled the way his mother used to cook for him.

Kiki smiled, sitting down across from him. "It tastes better when it’s shared."

Brahms paused, looking at her, feeling a warmth spread in his chest. "Thank you."

Kiki grinned, taking a bite of her own meal. "Like I said, no need to thank me. We’re friends now, right ?"

Brahms nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, the first real one he had felt in a long time. "Yes. Friends."

A few days later:

As Kiki walked through the busy streets with Brahms in tow, she couldn't help but notice how out of place he felt among the bustling townspeople. His heavy footsteps and towering frame often caused people to give him wide-eyed glances, but Kiki was determined to show him there was no reason to be afraid. She led him to the bakery, the familiar warmth and smell of fresh bread wafting through the door as they entered.

Inside, the bakery was cozy but bustling, with loaves of bread cooling on wooden racks and the faint sound of kneading dough in the background. Kiki made her way to the counter, where Osono, the bakery's owner, was organizing the display of pastries. Osono was a woman with a kind face, though her sharp eyes quickly took in everything happening around her.

"Welcome back, Kiki," Osono said with a warm smile, before her gaze fell on Brahms, who was standing a little awkwardly near the door, unsure of where to go. His large hands were folded together, almost in a defensive posture.

Kiki smiled and gestured toward him. "Osono, this is Brahms. He’s been staying with me for a while. He’s...a little shy, but I thought you might like to meet him."

Osono studied Brahms closely, her gaze narrowing as she took in his appearance—his tall muscular build and his large hands. It was then that she made the connection.

"You know," Osono began thoughtfully, "I could use someone with your build. My husband Fukuo could certainly use a hand in the back, lifting heavy sacks of flour, or working the ovens. He could use a bit of muscle to get the job done more easily since I can’t do much with my big round belly." She laughed and stroked her pregnant belly significantly.

Brahms blinked, confused at first. He hadn’t expected such an offer from anyone, let alone from someone he had just met. But Osono’s offer seemed genuine, and her eyes were kind, with no hint of fear or judgment. Besides, he would be working in the place Kiki worked so…

"You seem strong, and Fukuo works hard, but the lifting and the heat can be a bit too much for one person," Osono continued, her voice warm and practical. "What do you think, Brahms ? Would you like to give it a try ?"

Brahms hesitated for a moment, glancing at Kiki. She was smiling expectantly at him. How could he possibly refuse ?

"I can try," Brahms said quietly, his voice still low and he looked away for a moment. He didn’t know how this would end but…he imagined he could at least try—for Kiki…his first friend.

Osono smiled and clapped her hands together. "Wonderful ! You can start tomorrow morning. Fukuo is already in the back, preparing the dough. Come along, and I’ll introduce you."

Kiki beamed at him. "See ? You’re going to fit right in."

They walked to the back of the bakery, where a small, quiet man with dark, thoughtful eyes stood kneading a large ball of dough. His movements were methodical, almost meditative, and Brahms watched in awe at the precise way Fukuo worked with the dough. The man barely looked up when they entered, but when he did, his expression remained calm and unbothered.

Osono introduced Brahms to him, and Fukuo simply nodded in acknowledgment. Despite his silence, there was an understanding in his eyes as he looked at Brahms’ arms and hands. He must have recognized the same strength and potential in him than his wife, and without a word, he gestured toward the sacks of flour by the corner of the room.

Brahms hesitated, then walked over to the sacks. They were heavy, but with his strong frame, he easily picked one up and placed it on the counter. Fukuo’s quiet nod was all the encouragement he needed.

Kiki smiled and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed as she watched the exchange. "See ? You’ve got this, Brahms."

For the first time in a long time, Brahms felt a sense of purpose. He was here, contributing, doing something that others depended on. He wasn’t just lurking in the shadows anymore. As he lifted the heavy sacks of flour, he realized that maybe—just maybe—he could have a life after all.

Fukuo continued to work in silence, his hands moving with practiced ease, while Osono watched over them both, making sure everything ran smoothly. Kiki stayed close by, chatting with both men every so often, offering little words of encouragement to Brahms between deliveries.

By the end of the day, Brahms was exhausted, but there was a quiet pride in his chest. For the first time in ages, he felt like he was part of something…

As they all gathered to leave for the night, Osono stopped Brahms at the door. "You did good today. Come back tomorrow, and we’ll keep working. You've got a lot of potential."

Brahms nodded, offering her a small but genuine smile. "Thank you," he said, his voice steady but carrying the weight of gratitude.

Kiki walked beside him, her smile wide. "See ? Told you it’d work out."

And for Brahms, as he looked ahead toward the bakery he caught himself thinking that perhaps, he could finally have a future.

A month later:

The heavy rain hammered against the windows of the bakery, the steady thrum of droplets a constant reminder of the storm outside. Brahms had been helping Fukuo with the dough, the rhythm of the kneading soothing him as he worked. But something felt off. Kiki had left early that morning for a delivery, as she often did, but hours had passed, and there was still no sign of her.

The wind howled outside, and the sky was an unrelenting shade of gray, making the world outside feel darker, colder. Fukuo glanced out the window with a furrowed brow, his usually calm demeanor slipping for just a moment. He said nothing, but Brahms could tell he was worried.

"She’ll…be fine," Brahms whispered to himself, but even as the words left his mouth, a gnawing sense of unease twisted inside him. He had never been one to trust the world outside, not after all he'd been through. And now, with Kiki out there alone, in this weather—he felt genuine concern for her.

Then, suddenly, he heard it—the sharp whistle of wind that seemed to crack through the storm, followed by a familiar sound—the whoosh of something cutting through the air. Brahms turned quickly, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her: Kiki, her broom slicing through the torrential downpour, gliding toward the bakery with precision.

Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. Kiki’s usual graceful flight was off, her form shaky as she fought against the winds, clearly struggling to stay balanced on her broom. Brahms didn’t even think before he bolted toward the door, flinging it open and stepping out into the storm, ignoring the torrential downpour that drenched him instantly.

His eyes locked onto her figure in the distance. She was descending, but something wasn’t right. She was too low, too unsteady. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward her.

"Kiki !" he shouted over the roar of the storm, his voice barely audible.

Kiki, drenched and pale, lost her grip on the broom as the wind howled even fiercer. She flailed, her arms reaching out helplessly, and for a brief, terrifying moment, it looked as though she might fall straight into the ground below.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Brahms reached out, his long arms catching her as she tumbled from the sky. The force of her weight knocked him off balance for a moment, but he managed to steady himself, gripping her tightly in his arms.

"Got you," Brahms murmured, his voice low but filled with recognisable relief. The storm continued to rage around them, but in that moment, all that mattered was Kiki.

Her breath was shallow, her face flushed with exertion and cold, but she looked up at him. She was still shivering from the cold, but she smiled softly. "Thanks...Brahms. I—I don’t know what happened. The storm…it just hit harder than I expected and…"

He started walking back. "You're okay now," he said, trying to ignore the panic that had surged through him only moments ago. The rain continued to pour around them, but his focus was entirely on her.

Kiki's eyes flickered up at him with a hint of embarrassment, her voice weak but thankful. "I should’ve been more careful...it’s just that I was trying to get back before the storm got worse. I didn’t realize it’d hit so fast."

Brahms was about to say something, but Fukuo, having followed close behind, stepped forward. His calm presence cut through the chaos of the storm. "Kiki, you should get inside. You’re soaked through. Brahms, bring her in."

Nodding, Brahms cradled Kiki in his arms gently, careful not to hurt her, and made his way toward the bakery. Despite the rain, despite the chaos of the storm around them, Kiki didn’t feel afraid. She let herself lean against him, her head resting on his shoulder as he brought her back inside.

Once inside, Osono was quick to grab towels and warm blankets, offering them to Kiki as Brahms set her down by the hearth to warm up. The warmth from the fire did little to erase the icy chill in her bones, but it brought comfort nonetheless.

"I didn’t think you’d be able to catch me," Kiki said weakly, glancing up at Brahms with a soft, grateful smile.

Brahms, still wet and covered in rain, knelt next to her. "No matter what it takes. Brahms will protect Kiki."

Kiki’s smile grew, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "You really don’t have to keep looking out for me like this, you know."

He shook his head, his voice quiet but firm. "I want to…protect my…friend."

Kiki smiled as she held Brahms’ hand. He didn’t hesitate before wrapping his fingers around hers.

Brahms stayed by her side, his gaze never leaving her as she began to drift off. He couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of pride, knowing that he'd been there for her when it mattered most. And deep down, despite all the uncertainty in the world, Brahms knew that he would continue to stand by her, no matter what.

The world around Setsuko was a hazy blur of light and shadow. Hunger gnawed at her tiny frame, her body trembling as she sat on the ground clutching her empty tin of candy. Her brother Seita had gone to find food, leaving her alone in the makeshift shelter they called home. But the hours stretched on, and Setsuko felt her grip on consciousness slipping.

She didn’t notice at first when the shadows in the corner of the shelter seemed to thicken and twist. A figure emerged, tall and gaunt, with glowing golden eyes that burned like twin suns in the dim light. The air grew cold, and Setsuko’s weak breaths came out in soft, visible puffs.

"Well well well, what do we have here ?" The voice was smooth and lilting, like a lullaby sung off-key. Penny crouched down, his painted face splitting into a sharp grin and he giggled maniacally. "A little flower wilting in the dark…"

Setsuko’s glassy eyes barely registered his presence. Her fingers twitched around the tin, but she didn’t have the strength to respond.

Penny tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. He could smell her fear, faint but lingering, wrapped around her like a fading perfume. But more than that, he could see her innocence—a sweetness untouched by the cruelty of the world around her. It was rare...precious. But in this state, she would barely fill his belly. She was skin-on-bones and Penny scrunched his nose at the stench. She was barely appetising at all and she made him think of his own painful and pathetic death…

"You’re hungry, aren’t you ?"he asked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "So small, so fragile. It’s a shame, really." He leaned closer, his voice softening. "But I can help you, little one. Yes, yes, I can."

With a dramatic flourish, Penny conjured a small plate of food: rice, vegetables, and even a piece of fish. The aroma wafted through the air, rich and tantalizing. Setsuko’s nose twitched, her body instinctively reacting to the promise of sustenance.

Her lips parted slightly, but she hesitated, her tired eyes flickering with confusion.

"Go on," Penny coaxed, his voice sickly sweet. "Eat. It’s just for you. From you friend, Penny the D-D-Dancing Clown !"

Slowly, Setsuko reached out with trembling hands. She picked up a piece of rice, her tiny fingers fumbling, and brought it to her mouth. The moment the food touched her tongue, tears welled in her eyes. She ate hungrily, her frail body desperate for the nourishment it had been denied for so long.

Penny watched her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. As she ate, he crouched closer, his gaze unblinking. "That’s it, little flower. Eat up and grow strong." His voice dropped to a whisper, before he added to himself. "So I can savor you properly later…"

Setsuko, oblivious to his words, continued to eat, her face lighting up with relief and joy. Penny leaned back, his grin softening into something almost thoughtful. For a moment, he simply watched her, a strange flicker of emotion crossing his features. He remembered the screams he had uttered when hunger had almost killed him during his life—the gnawing feeling and the wrenching despair.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. Seita was returning. Penny’s golden eyes darted toward the shelter’s entrance, and he let out a soft chuckle. "Well, little flower, it seems your brother’s back. But don’t worry…I’ll be watching…"

With that, he melted into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint chill of his presence and the empty plate where the food had been.

When Seita entered and saw Setsuko sitting up, a faint smile on her face, he was overcome with relief. He rushed to her side, not noticing the lingering chill in the air or the way the shadows seemed to move on their own.

For now, Penny would wait. After all, good things were always worth waiting for…

The days passed, and Penny kept a close watch on Setsuko and Seita, his golden eyes gleaming from the shadows as he observed their every move. The siblings were fascinating to him—so small, so fragile, yet clinging to each other with a determination that intrigued him. Setsuko’s innocence and Seita’s fierceness made for an appetizing spectacle, and Penny found himself savoring the slow build of their despair.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the streets grew dim, Seita had ventured into the marketplace with Setsuko in tow. They were weak and weary, their clothes tattered, their eyes hollow from days of hunger. Seita clutched the small tin of candy they always carried, the last token of their once-stable lives.

As they stopped in the shadow of a crumbling wall to rest, a rough-looking man emerged from the darkness. His eyes glinted with malice as he approached, his steps heavy and deliberate.

"What’ve you got there, boy ?" the man sneered, gesturing toward the tin in Seita’s hand. "Bet there’s something worth taking in that."

Seita instinctively pulled Setsuko closer, his body shielding her from the man’s predatory gaze. "It’s nothing," he said firmly, though his trembling voice betrayed his fear.

The man’s grin widened, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out. "Don’t lie to me, kid. Hand it over, or I’ll—"

The air grew cold, unnaturally so. A strange, oppressive silence fell over the alley, broken only by the faint sound of something slithering.

The man paused, his head snapping around. "What the—?"

From the shadows behind him, a figure emerged. Penny loomed tall, his painted face illuminated by the faint glow of his golden eyes. He tilted his head, a sharp grin splitting his face.

"Well, well, well," Penny drawled, his voice smooth and mocking. "Who dares disturb my favourite little bite-snacks ?"

The man stumbled back, his bravado evaporating as he took in the eerie figure before him. "W-Who the hell are you ?!"

Penny chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Oh, I’m just a concerned…citizen." His grin widened, revealing rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. "And you, my dear friend, are dinner."

Before the man could react, Pennywise lunged with inhuman speed. His long arms stretched unnaturally, his clawed hands gripping the man and lifting him off the ground as though he weighed nothing. The man let out a choked scream, but it was cut short as Pennywise’s teeth sank into his shoulder.

Seita shielded Setsuko’s eyes, his own gaze frozen in horror as he watched the scene unfold. The man’s struggles grew weaker until they ceased entirely with every bite Penny took, and then he dropped what remained of the man onto the ground with a wet thud.

The clown turned to the siblings, licking the blood from his lips as he stepped closer. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he crouched down to their level.

"Well, that was fun," Penny said cheerfully, his tone light as though he hadn’t just devoured a man right in front of them. "You really should be more careful, little ones. The world is full of…monsters."

He grinned widely at that last word—fully aware of the irony behind his own words.

Seita tightened his grip on Setsuko, his voice trembling as he forced out a question. "W-Why did you help us ?"

Pennywise chuckled again, his grin softening into something almost benevolent as he thought about his brother Pennywise... "Oh, let’s just say I have a soft spot for siblings. Besides…" His gaze flicked to Setsuko, who peeked out from behind her brother, her wide eyes brimming with fear and curiosity. "I’m not quite done with you yet, little one."

With that, Pennywise stood and melted back into the shadows once again, his voice lingering in the air like a cold breeze.

"I’ll be seeing you, little flowers. When you are fully bloomed and ripe for the picking…"

Seita held Setsuko close, his heart racing. He didn’t know what the clown’s true intentions were, but one thing was certain—Pennywise was no ordinary monster. And despite his apparent help, Seita couldn’t shake the feeling that their encounter with him was far from over.

"Come on, Setsuko…Let’s go home."

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As days turned into weeks, Seita managed to secure a small job in the city, bringing home bits of food with each return. The change in their lives, though modest, was profound. Setsuko’s cheeks grew a little fuller, her laughter returning in small bursts. She still clutched her tin of candy like a talisman, but now it rattled with the occasional treat Seita brought home.

Though their lives were improving, Setsuko hadn’t forgotten the eerie, painted face of the strange clown who had saved them. Despite her initial fear, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude toward him. After all, he had protected her and her brother when no one else had.

One evening, as she gnawed on a piece of meat from their dinner, she glanced at the small pile of leftovers. A thoughtful frown crossed her face.

"Brother ?" she asked softly, looking up at Seita.

"Hm ?" Seita was busy repairing a tear in her clothes, his hands deft and practiced.

"Do you think…Penny gets hungry too ?"

Seita froze, his expression darkening at the mention of the clown. He didn’t want to think about that thing or how his sister had managed to get its name, let alone imagine it as anything other than a threat lurking in the shadows. But Setsuko’s innocent gaze disarmed him, as it always did.

"I don’t know, Setsuko," he finally said after a moment, his voice hesitant.

She nodded, her little hands carefully wrapping a piece of raw meat in a scrap of cloth. Without another word, she slipped out of their shabby living place and into the cool evening air. Near the edge of their temporary home, she placed the wrapped meat on the ground, her small hands patting it gently as if presenting a gift to an unseen deity.

"I don’t know if you need to eat," she whispered into the darkness, her voice trembling slightly but still steady. "But thank you. For helping us. Please take this."

For a moment, nothing happened. The place was silent except for the distant sounds of the city. Setsuko began to think maybe he wouldn’t come. But then, a faint shimmer appeared in the shadows, and golden eyes blinked open. Penny stepped into view, his tall frame looming yet oddly subdued. He tilted his head curiously at the little girl and her strange gift.

"What’s this ?" he drawled, crouching down to inspect the offering.

"It’s for you," Setsuko said, her voice small but sincere. "You helped us, so I thought…you might like it."

Penny tilted his head further, his sharp features softening slightly as he picked up the wrapped meat. He sniffed it, his nose wrinkling slightly, before popping it into his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

"Hm," he said after a moment, his voice thoughtful. "Not bad, little flower. Not bad at all."

Setsuko smiled, her heart warming at his response. "I’ll leave more for you next time," she promised, her tiny voice brimming with earnestness.

Penny chuckled softly. "You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you ?" His golden eyes flicked to hers, holding her gaze. "Be careful, though. Not all monsters are as…nice as I am."

Setsuko nodded solemnly and grinned. "I will."

As she turned to head back inside, Penny watched her go, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his face. For the first time in centuries, he felt something close to hesitation as to whether or not he should eat those two. This little flower had fed him, not out of fear or desperation, but from a place of genuine kindness. It was a strange, foreign sensation to him.

…What if he spared those two ? Just this once. But he quickly shook his head. What was he thinking ? No. He hadn’t gone through all this trouble to not feast on their flesh and blood. He WOULD eat them. He just had to wait a little longer…

As the days passed, Setsuko’s nightly routine began to change. Before curling up on her thin mat, she would press her hands together, her tiny fingers interlacing, and close her eyes.

"Penny," she would whisper into the stillness of their shabby living space, her voice soft but filled with hope. "Please watch over us. Keep Seita safe when he goes to work and help us stay together. Thank you for helping us before, guardian angel."

Seita often listened from his spot nearby, frowning slightly. He didn’t trust that clown, but he didn’t have the heart to stop Setsuko from believing in something—even if it was a monster. If it gave her comfort, who was he to take that from her ? Unbeknownst to either of them, Penny was always nearby. Hidden in the folds of darkness, his eyes stared as he watched Setsuko clasp her ting hands in prayer. It was the first time he heard someone call him a "guardian angel," his lips twitched into a crooked grin. It was almost laughable.

"A guardian angel ?" he muttered to himself, a hint of amusement lacing his voice. "Oh, little flower, if only you knew.”

Yet, night after night, her quiet prayers continued. And with each one, Penny found himself drawn back to her. He watched over the siblings as she asked, lurking in the shadows when Seita traveled to the city, ensuring no harm came to him. He scared off scavengers and opportunists who might have targeted their humble home, his predatory instincts redirected to something he hadn’t quite expected: protecting.

One night, as Setsuko finished her prayer, she whispered, "Good night, Penny," before pulling her thin blanket over her small frame.

Penny, crouched in the shadows outside, felt an odd pang. A guardian angel ? Him ? He wasn’t sure if he found it endearing or ridiculous. Perhaps both.

But as he vanished back into the darkness, a strange realization settled over him. For the first time in a long while, Penny didn’t just see prey in the two siblings. He saw something else—something he wanted to keep alive.

And against all odds, he decided to keep it safe.

The moon hung low over the siblings' shabby living place when the air turned cold and heavy with dread. Setsuko had wandered a little too far from their shelter, collecting wildflowers to press and keep as a distraction from their hardships. She didn’t hear the man approach until it was too late.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone, little girl," the stranger said, his voice oily and too friendly. His ragged clothes and wild eyes made him seem like just another desperate soul, but the way he grabbed her arm made her heart race with fear.

"Let me go !" she cried, struggling against his grip.

The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening as he muttered something about how no one would miss her. Setsuko’s heart pounded as tears pricked her eyes, her small voice screaming for Seita.

But someone or something else came instead.

The shadows seemed to ripple and shift, and suddenly, the man was yanked backward with inhuman force. He hit the ground hard, his head snapping up to see a looming figure above him.

Penny smirked. Another one ? My my…those siblings did make for a rather nice and valuable investment. The clown’s grin became impossibly wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth glinting with hunger. The man screamed, trying to crawl backward, but Penny was already upon him. The last thing the man saw was the sharp gleam of teeth before they sank into his flesh.

Setsuko, trembling, watched from where she had fallen. The man’s cries were cut off with a sickening crunch, and then there was silence. Penny turned, blood dripping from his mouth as he gazed down at the tiny girl. Last time, her brother had protected her eyes from the fun show. But now…

Setsuko stared at him, her wide eyes brimming with tears. Pennywise braced himself for the inevitable—her screams, her fear, her pleas to be spared.

But instead, she ran to him.

"Penny !" Setsuko sobbed, throwing her small arms around him. Her little body pressed against his bloodied costume, shaking as she clung to him tightly. "I was so scared ! There was that mean man and he wanted to take me away and I screamed and I didn’t know what to do and…! I am so happy you came !"

Penny froze, his arms hovering awkwardly at his sides. This was not the reaction he expected.

"You…You saved me," she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. "Thank you, Penny."

Penny tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. He sniffed the air but smelled only relief and genuine happiness…

"You’re not…afraid ?" He finally asked—dumbfounded.

Setsuko shook her head, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Her eyes were wet but full of gratitude and she grinned widely. "You’re my guardian angel. You protect me. Why would I be scared of you ?"

Penny stared at her, his grin faltering for just a moment. The word “angel” echoed in his mind again and again, and something unfamiliar twisted in his chest. WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT ? Where was the panic ?! And the terror ?! And the delicious taste of despair and sweet sweet fear ?!

"Foolish little flower," he muttered and shook his head. "You shouldn’t trust a monster."

"But you’re not a monster to me," Setsuko declared, her tone resolute despite her trembling hands.

Pennywise couldn’t help but laugh at that—a deep, resonant chuckle that echoed through the quiet night. He ruffled her hair gently with one oversized hand…that foolish and careless child.

"Go back inside, little flower," he said, his voice unusually kind. "Stay safe."

Setsuko nodded, giving him one last squeeze before hurrying back to their shelter. Pennywise watched her go, his golden eyes gleaming in the dark as he bared his teeth and licked the rest of the man’s flesh…

"…Foolish little flower."

[karolamurdock]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟗𝟗 Pt. 1

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Reader

Sinopsis: The year is 2106. By day, you work as the head of the Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology division at Alchemax. By night, you are the one and only Spider-Woman, fighting tirelessly to protect New York from the tyrannical clutches of crime and delinquency. Your days are spent in an ordinary, organized routine: it's just you, the only barrier between your city and oblivion, dealing with the violence and pain that comes with being a superhero.

Everything is just normal. Then your dead husband appears in front of you, talking about alternate universes, spider societies and canonical disasters, and you discover that all your sorrows, losses and failures were possibly always meant to happen.

What the fuck.

Notes: You can keep track of this little fic on our Ao3 page. In our profile you can also find the Spanish version.

Warnings: Angst, violence, sad reader.

Word count: 2K.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

Dusk painted the city red. The last rays of evening flashed against the lenses of your mask as you gazed, crouched on the edge of the Chrysler Building, at the bustling streets of the City That Never Sleeps. 

The afternoon had been running smoothly, as usual. Minor crimes, a couple of robberys, a botched assault and a small fire that was quickly put out. For the city, it was just another, ordinary afternoon.

Not for you. For you, it was a day of regret. Because that day was the seventh anniversary of the day you became the one and only Spider-Woman.

That day was the seventh anniversary of your husband's death. 

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Your name is (T/N). You were the victim of an 'accident' that caused an alteration of your genetic code. The machine caused your DNA to mutate, fusing 50% with the DNA of a spider. 

As a result of the incident, you acquired superhuman strength; speed and flexibility far beyond the physical limits of the most gifted human athlete. You had an extraordinary durability, very acute reflexes, ultra-sharp vision and an accelerated healing factor. 

You were also 'gifted' with sharp, venomous fangs which produced a non-toxic substance that paralyzed your enemies, as well as retractable claws on your fingertips that allowed you to easily attach to any surface. 

Your eyes, once glowing (E/C) orbs, had become tinted with a reddish hue that you covered with dark glasses (which served the dual purpose of deterring curious civilians and protecting you from sensory overstimulation). 

The world knew you as a heroine. Selfless, courageous and capable. A fitting antithesis to your civilian identity. An acclaimed geneticist of few words and a fleeting smile. With few close friends, a quiet, cold, almost impersonal apartment. Your only companion was a fat, lazy cat who, like you, fended for himself and appreciated your silent company while taking long naps on your stomach. 

Your days consisted of a long shift at Alchemax, as head of the Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology division, and grueling night patrols as New York's most famous Spider.

You didn't sleep very much. After your long days (with and without the suit), you would finally drop off exhausted and look forward to a short, dreamless rest. Your routine was such. The days finally blurred into one another, and you concentrated on living them one at a time. 

That day, however, something changed. 

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A commotion was heard in the distance. You watched the smoke column rising near the 5th Avenue, and you quickly changed the direction of your swing to deal with the emerging threat.

You gazed at the strange creature as you glided on the air currents with the aid of the anti-gravity particles emitted by your suit of unstable molecules. Holding on to a streetlight as you analyzed the individual before you, you frowned at his anomalous appearance; the elongated mask, the green suit and the archaic glider. His maniacal laughter filled the street, and the fire reflected in his orange glasses as he turned his head in your direction. 

The smile carved into his mask would have caused you to shudder with revulsion had it not been for your sour mood. You were already late to leave the arrangement of carnations on your husband's grave. You were hoping to get it over with that lunatic quickly so you could spend the rest of your night in your bed, marinating in your loneliness. 

"Well, well. What do we have here? You're not the spider I'm used to playing with."

"I'm the spider that will put an end to your fun". You replied. "What do you want?"

The creature laughed, and... flickered? Like a failing hologram, his own form superimposed upon itself in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that took a second to return to its place. 

You frowned, suddenly feeling more alert, and braced yourself when the creature threw two orange spheres in your direction as it laughed:

"Never mind! After all... This will be another world to conquer."

Catching the spheres with your webs, you threw them into the sky, accurately predicting the great explosion that lit up the night sky, away from the terrified crowd running away from the scene. 

You dodged the projectiles hurled in your direction, and somersaulted through the air as the individual lunged at you, clawed hands outstretched in your direction. 

You aimed your webs again; the gleaming golden ribbons wrapped around your wrists, and used a manhole cover to spin around and propel yourself into the air, crashing the hard metal into the glider and ducking behind a smoking van across the street. 

The creature jumped, and his ruined glider crashed into a streetlight, causing an explosion of sparks to rain down around you. 

"You may not be my spider. But you're just as sneaky. Come here!"

And he leapt forward, lashing out with his claws aimed at your throat. You deflected the blow, but he was quick and turned around to throw a punch that landed on above your eyebrow. Your vision blurred, and you blinked in surprise as you had to take a couple of steps back from the shock. This creature... it seemed to have an idea of your range of motion, as well as a brief notion of the range of your reflexes. 

Not the spider you're used to playing with.... 

Before you could give the idea any more thought, you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye, and you reflexively spun around with a kick that hit the creature squarely in the chest, throwing him back a few feet and drawing a pained laugh from him. 

"You're strong... just like him." The creature coughed. "You're fast... just like him." He took a couple of slow steps around you, and scanned you up and down. Your dark suit, your upright posture, and the evident claws in your hands. "You even look like him... but you're not Peter Parker, are you?"

You hid a shudder by crouching against the ground in a battle stance. This creature... 

You had no time to ramble. He came at you once more, and you used your webs to leap away from his thrusts. You jumped over a streetlight, and watched him rip the door off a pickup truck to throw it in your direction. You kicked it out of the way, a second too late to notice the small orange orb stuck to the side of the door. 

His mocking laughter was lost in the roar of the explosion. Your body was hurled toward the concrete, and you barely had time to cover your head before you hit the ground, hard. 

Your ears were ringing, and you tasted blood where your fangs scratched the inside of your lips. You remained motionless, listening to the crunch of his footsteps approaching to your collapsed form. You counted the seconds, watching the creature's fluctuating reflection against the cracked windows around you. 

In other circumstances, against any other opponent, you would have jumped up at once and taken the battle elsewhere, away from the street. But in this situation, you didn't want to give the anomalous creature a chance to escape, or else... to see more of your world. You didn't like the way his mask swiveled, taking note of the towering buildings and iridescent lights. The lenses of his mask paused an extra second on the giant letters above the OSCORP tower, and you heard his curious humming just as his hand reached out to grab you by the neck. 

You finally moved, and twisted his arm, breaking the archaic armor with your claws as you summoned your superhuman strength to smash your other elbow into his mask. 

The impact shook his head, and you briefly glimpsed a small glowing eye through a broken lens before feeling the air against your chin as your suit retracted to allow you to plunge your venom into the creature's exposed forearm. 

You watched his breathing quicken. Finally, you released him, and you exchanged a couple of blows that rapidly decreased in intensity and force. When he stopped flailing, and you finally beheld his stiff muscles and slumped figure, you threw him against a parked vehicle, mentally apologizing to the poor owner, and wrapped several webs around it, forming a golden cocoon that covered him almost completely.

You watched his perpetually smiling expression, and lifted your arm to wipe your lips, ready to shred the rest of the mask and find out the identity of that you were taking to the authorities that night. You could already hear the sirens in the distance. 

And then you heard the clattering of stones all around you. 

Debris and stones rose a foot in the air. You watched in morbid bewilderment at the flickering lights, the creature, slack against the hood of the vehicle, and you briefly averted your gaze only to behold a blue hand tearing the air, the fabric of reality stretching into a luminous hexagon, edged in orange, pink, and yellow colors. A blue silhouette appeared from the center of the hexagon, and you watched in horror as a person sprang into existence right under your nose. 

Your mask quickly returned to its place. You fell into a defensive position. With one hand against the pavement and another poised in the air. The man, whom you now recognized as such, wore a piercing blue suit with red lines that seemed to converge in a spider design... a design eerily similar to yours. Even his mask, with lenses edged with sharp red lines, resembled your own dark mask. 

"Thank you for your support. We'll take it from here." He said, and motioned to the creature as he ordered, "Ben."

Distantly, through the sumptuous flow of blood you felt ringing in your ears, you became aware of the arrival of another hooded figure, wearing a red suit, blue vest, and a mask that matched the popular spider theme. 

For the first time in almost 6 years, you had difficulty articulating your words. Your tongue felt heavy, your fangs were once again too big for your mouth, and you dug your claws into the concrete to keep yourself upright in the face of the flood of anguish that completely overtook you.

His voice... 

"I don't think so." You took a step in the direction of the Spider... Man, the one with the blue vest. "Who are you, and what do you have to do with that creature?"

"It's classified." Replied the tall, broad-shouldered man in the blue suit. At his response, you held your ground in front of the creature, though you watched... Ben? Analyzing the individual slumped over the car. 

"He's alive. He's not unconscious, he's..."

"Paralyzed." Said the man and you at the same time. And Ben jumped on his toes with his hands covering both sides of his mouth. 

"Could you be...?" He started. But the mistery man wouldn't let him continue.

"That's the Green Goblin over there. In his world, he's Norman Osborn, previous CEO and ex-president of OSCORP. He became the Green Goblin after experimenting with a serum that drove him insane." 

You frowned, but grudgingly allowed Ben to restrain the newly named Green Goblin as you took a close look at the burly man in front of you. 

His broad back. His big arms, his lean waist. 

His firm pose. His beautiful voice. 

"We are Spider people. Just like you. Our job is to deal with anomalies like him, who threaten other worlds by slipping through the cracks between realities. The fate of the multiverse depends on it. "

You had difficulty wrapping your mind around the idea, but you didn't let your hesitation show in your posture.

"If you come with us, we can show you. You did a good job containing this anomaly. We could make good use of your support." 

"Who are you?"

His mask retracted. An invisible hand wrapped around your throat, and you felt the ghost of your own venom paralyzing your body; perhaps finally your DNA had destabilized, and you were suffering a biological rupture. It had to be a manifestation of your delirium: his dark curls, his high cheekbones, his strong jaw. 

"My name is Miguel O'Hara, and I am the leader of the Spider society."

You closed your eyes. 

He held out his hand, looked at you, and you thought you saw his eyes softening a little.

Then you dug your claws into his throat.

[musings-and-overanalyses]

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind: Why This is My Favourite Ghibli Movie

CW: Major high-school English teacher vibes ahead. Proceed at your own risk.

Nausicaä of the valley of wind is a story of the titular character Nausicaä and her being a bridge between the world of humans and nature to bring peace, thus fulfilling an ancient prophecy.

Nausicaa is the princess of the Valley of the Wind. The film begins with her walking and exploring the Sea of Decay, an area with toxic air, plants and fungal spores. She collects some spores and finds the hard molten shell of an Ohmu (gigantic blue-blooded trilobite-looking creatures), which her people use to make weapons and tools. As the name suggests, the Valley of the Wind is a civilisation that depends on and bases their culture around wind, which one can see through an abundance of windmills and gliders, including the one that Nausicaä rides. They are shown to be peaceful people who do not interfere with the politics of the warring human kingdoms or disturb nature. Nausicaä in particular is shown to have a special gift with animals—from calming Ohmus to having a pet fox-squirrel. As the existence of the kingdom depends on the sea wind that shields them from the effects of the sea of decay, there is a general reverence towards nature and its other members such as the Ohmus, that are often referred to with honorifics.

This was an element I liked: the symbolism goes deep in this film; for example, with the nature of wind—it being the very breath necessary for life is contrasted with its other face, through toxic spores in the sea of decay capable of killing anyone who inhales it.

It is revealed that humans had built The Giant Men, weapons so dangerous—not unlike our atomic bombs as shown through the characteristic mushroom cloud—that the destruction caused by the war had unleashed the fury of the Ohmus, an otherwise gentle species. They wiped out entire civilisations and where they died, the Sea of Decay grew on their decomposing corpses, showing how all life is interconnected and that even in death the rage of the Ohmus, and through them the rage of nature, wouldn't subside. It is then that the viewers find out that this is not some far-off planet, but a post-apocalyptic future on earth.

New species of plants and fungi made the Sea of Decay their habitat—nature and life always find a way. It is implied that the humans lost the war referred to as the Seven days of Fire, but the truth is that it is not a war that can ever be won. Even if you win the war against nature you lose. As the story progresses, we see that the plants and fungi that Nausicaä collected from the Sea of Decay are actually trying to purify the soil and water—nature holds no grudges but only seeks balance.

The seventh of the Giant Men, a sentient atomic bomb if you will, apparently hid underground for a thousand years until the kingdom of Pejite found it for use against their enemy, the Tolmekians. They both remain oblivious to the sheer destruction that can be caused by this Giant Man and they don't care either. Despite the balance between humans and nature being a delicate one, instead of trying to rebuild together, they justify to themselves that the war is necessary for self-preservation and to put humans back on top of the food chain.

In their hubris, the Tolmekians and their princess Kushana believe that with the help of their superweapon they can destroy the Sea of Decay despite knowing that it will trigger the wrath of the Ohmus. The Giant Man however is not complete and hence, though the devastation is great, the final giant man dies and all that remains to be done is to calm the wrath of the Ohmus.

Nausicaä saves an Ohmu child who was injured by Tolmekian soldiers to lure the Ohmus into a war. She saves the baby Ohmu and sacrifices her own life to calm the sea of maddened Ohmus. The now-calm Ohmu then revive Nausicaä, symbolising the mystical healing power of nature and its ability to support and create life.

Nausicaä is an excellent protagonist, and how the trope of the chosen one is utilised is beautiful and full of symbolism. Right from the get-go, we see her being inquisitive and brave. She is willing to defend her people but not through violence. And it is made abundantly clear that her avoidance of violence is not due to any lack of strength; when she strikes down the soldiers who killed her father, rather than feeling any sense of pride (as one might expect from a character not used to strength), it sickens her. She shows understanding even towards Kushana, whose men took over her kingdom. She sincerely loves and respects animals and plants.

There was a prophecy among the people of the valley of wind that a person clad in blue over golden fields will save their kingdom and bring peace. And towards the end of the film, Nausicaä's clothes becoming blue with the blood of the baby Ohmu she saved and the golden fields being the tendrils of the Ohmus healing her is poetic to say the least.

In addition to a good female protagonist, we also get a powerful female antagonist in Kushana, who starts out as a one-note expansionist ruler, but it is revealed that she lost her limbs and got severely maimed by the sea of decay, motivating her to destroy it once and for all. Proud and arrogant, sure, but she has a motive beyond just wanting power and possesses some form of a moral code. In another story she could be the protagonist bravely defending humanity against the evil, alien-esque trilobites and spores.

It was a unique and meaningful choice on Miyazaki's part to symbolise nature through the Ohmus—alien-looking giant insects—instead of something cute and fluffy. Oftentimes humans care more about the conservation of animals that they find cute (pandas over, say, Panamanian golden frogs), but an animal doesn't have to appeal to human aesthetics to be worth conserving.

Absolutely not to be missed is the breathtaking soundtrack by Hisaishi. There are symphonies, techno music, sitar-like instruments and a child's humming, all elevating every scene to give a moving experience.

Ultimately it is an ambitious story that aims to deal with themes of coexisting with nature, the futility and dangers of war, and of how innocent children who should live carefree lives are dragged into it and made heroes. This film is often categorised as falling into the genre of Solarpunk: a literary and artistic movement that centres around building a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community. Although this film does depict violence and wars, it ultimately shows a peaceful future is possible.

Truly a masterpiece. 9/10.

[nanasdumbworld]

Darling: The Tape.

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderWoman!reader

Summary: Miguel knows Spider-Woman's past (reader) and he's afraid of losing her, so he gets a little bit overprotective.

Warnings: Mention of blood, angst, mention of death and betrayal. no use of (Y/N) instead, the reader will be called "Darling", this one shot is inspirated on Henry's speech (Fnaf) lmao

A/N: English is not my first lenguage, i truly apologize if there is a mistake with the grammar. Thank you for reading, enjoy! <3

"You're not going to the mission" he hissed. The woman did not understand why Miguel has been harsh on her.

Miguel didn't know when he started to overprotect her. It was probably that time she almost died on a mission or probably when he found out that she already died once back in her universe. In fact, that dead was a canon event.

Darling's life was really complicated to explain, she grew up in a toxic household where all her family members were villians (except for her father) and ironically she became SpiderWoman. Obviously no one knew about it, her mother didn't knew that the person she hated the most was her youngest daughter.

Unfortunately, Darling was murdered by her own family, while trying to stop the collider created by a corrupt company called Alchemax. Her mom wanted to conquer other universes in order to became powerful.

After a hideous fight, although she stopped them, it was to late. She was pierced by her mother's goblin glider.

The fifteen-year-old girl died under the cold rubble of the company.

Days later, she was found by her father and brought to his lab.

For ten years, he was trying his best to bring her back to life , he tried everything and until he made it.

....

Miguel never cried since "that" happened till he found a video tape, that belonged to Darling's father. The tape was called "To my daughter" and it began by showing a tired man with teary eyes. He grabbed a piece of paper that it seem to be a letter and began to read it.

"My daughter, if you can hear me, i knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shout out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then what became of you. I should've known you wouldn't content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, let me save you now. I'm pretty sure you'll wake up, but you can't stay here for so long. Your mother escaped and i'm afraid she won't stop until she gets what she wants. I love you. I'll always do." The man burst into tears and ended the video.

Yes. That was the reason he didn't let her go. Her mother was the mission.

For him, she was a very important person. For nothing she was one of the people who helped him when he caused that infamous anomaly that took away his daughter. He had to help her too.

He must.

[randomsporefacts]

really early ga screenshot from neoseeker (no idea where they got it from)

theres also some later ones with more broken placeholder ui, and for some reason two tabs on the adventure part selection, but im gonna focus on the older screenshot here

(curiously the first screenshot with all of its early part icons and such doesnt have the placeholder verb icons, nor does it have two tabs in the part selection, but the energy bar is a lot older and placeholdery)

anyway. the part arrangement is different from final, with old and often differently angled part icons, and some of them even look consierably different

some part icons seem to NOT have been rerendered, but anyway

the order vertically changed from this to this, excuse the janky color coding

early .. .| final warrior . | warrior zealot .. | shaman ecologist | scientist shaman .. | ecologist diplomat .| diplomat trader .. | bard bard .. . | trader scientist | zealot

as for the parts themselves

warrior parts swapped Plasma Pulser and Missile Flinger (the early arrangement actually matches up more with the creature attacks they replace), the parts aside from the Lightning Striker look somewhat different and like theyve been extended with morph handles

shaman parts actually have Swarm Magnet come first. in fact all of the parts swapped places (and the early arrangement did NOT match the attacks they replace). the most obvious thing is that Toxic Crystal is blue instead of purple! purple conveys way better that it poisons your foes so i get the change. also the band was a coppery color instead of grey

scientist parts look about the same, same arrangement even, but seems like the power generator and battery parts (the right two) were rerendered

ecologist parts also look the exact same, not even rerendered

diplomat parts have the first two swap places, this time its the final part arrangement that actually matches the arrangement of the social moves they replace

bard parts were also rearranged in places (with only Fettipopper staying in the same place), Fettipopper and Hop Gogs were also modified with morph handles but the other two icons look identical. the final part order also matches the order of the moves they replace

trader parts used to look kind of unrendered, theyre in the same order though. the Stealth Helmet is colored somewhat differently (yelow bits instead of blue ones), and the wings on Jump Jet seemed to have a darker tip

zealot parts also look the same

for all of the captain part arrangements, it should be noted they largely match the internal order of the parts too

aside from the shaman parts even so these were arranged SEVERAL times

and on another note, the icon in the top left for selecting the expansion parts was just the spore logo previously, as in Core Spore for some reason, instead of the final's Galactic Adventures icon. i dont think this suggests anything but its weird

also theres the placeholder ui with 3 health icons and 2 speed icons. seems like the captain parts also didnt replace the icons of the creature parts, so Bladed Knuckles seems to still be using the bite icon

and Missile Flinger is represented by spit curiously enough, even though in final it replaces charge NOT spit (plasma pulser replaces spit). so the old part arrangement wasnt even in the same order as the moves either

anyway its pretty clear the second speed icon is meant to stand for the shielding icon, and im not sure whats going on with the 3 separate health icons on top of a completely separate energy bar, but some of the health icons probably do stand for the energy

also the energy bar is flatly colored, wider (since its not placed next to an energy regeneration counter) and has the text above it instead of on top of the bar

also ALSO. the trader parts themselves look different, unlike what the icons show. the bits on the helmet are blue but a different blue, and the glider pack has orange glowy stuff instead of light blue. why do the icons match the final color schemes and not the actual part icons?

also the jump jet does have a darker tip on the wings

also this is different. it also showed a military icon in the other newer ga screenshots, so this must have been changed fairly late

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

🚀 renthepilot

HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

❤️ falsewell

Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

🚀 renthepilot

Thank u FalsE!!!!!! :DDDDDD >.< RD

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

❤️ falsewell

I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

🍵 cinnamontea Follow

WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

🍀 et1vision Follow

Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

🪓 handoftheking

That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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save me queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts save me

🏐 apollos-dodgeball 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 Follow

Congratulations on the prophecy!

[Beep boop, this is a gimmick blog!]

🔥 yaoihell Follow

what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

oh.

🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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🌹 fyeahroseduo Follow

Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

🪓 handoftheking

Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

🎵 daily-music Follow

who has little wood

🎵 daily-music Follow

why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

🎵 daily-music Follow

sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

#im so done with yalls bullshit #who are these people #why do they show up in my tags

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[creativemaniacshenanigans]

Shiny Toxigai

A Fusion of: Shiny Gligar (Pokemon), Toxiquake (Mario + Rabbids), and Messyrai (Yo-Kai Watch)

Element: Shady, Normal, Ground, Flying, Poison, Dark, Bug, Psychic, Fire, Electric, Ice, Water, Rock, Fighting, and Dragon

Capabilities: Hyper Cutter, Sand Veil, Immunity, Block Shot, Cloud Clear, Shockewave Ooze, Ooze Protector, Slap, Fire, Big Mess Up, Traces of Trash, and Mess Up

Resident to: Ooze, Fighting, Poison, and Bug

Immune to: Ground and Electric

Natural Diet: They might be Carnivores. But they may also went predator/thief mode when they targeting on Donuts

Natural Predator of: Variants of Sprinksilver Slektross

Natural Habitat: Normal Mountains, Nearing Rivers, Abandoned Subways, Deserts, Canyons, Cliffs, Nearby Bridges, Surrounded by Heavy Rain, Soaring in Open Skies, Swamps, Forests, Volcanic-Ash Mountains, Ruins, Caverns, Snowy Areas, Beaches, Prairies, Unabandoned Amusement Parks, Electric-Type Mountains, Rocky Areas, Towers, Jungles, Light Temples, Abandoned Amusement Parks, Back Alleys, and Dungeons

[electricpurrs]

some fucked up butterflies

Diaethria anna, or the Anna's Eighty Eight. guess why shes called that. she apparently can be found in texas so look out

Cymothoe sangaris, or the Blood-red glider. shes terrifyingly pretty. unfortunately only lives in central africa

Heliconius charithonia or the Zebra Longwing. shes just stripey. apparently she can be found on central and south america, texas and california, and some other american states when they migrate in warmer months, yay! they are social butterflies and fly around and sleep together at night in groups of up to 60 butterflies!

their caterpillars are scary because they have spikes to protect them from predators, but are harmless for humans to touch. due to eating toxic plants, both the caterpillars and adult butterflies are poisonous to eat

Aglais io, or the European Peacock. scariest eye pattern wings ive seen in a while.

okay i ran out of butterflies 👍

[livingdeadmlm]

Vampire Midas from fortgay

You know what I want

-🌶️

Vampire Midas: Bitting 5/31

Pronouns: none used 

Physical Sex: reader could be any!

How far are things going?: you both fight and bite at each other

Warnings: Bitting, blood, mentions of a slightly toxic relationship in another universe and fighting. MDNI

Outline: You were sent to elimiate Midas, but being a vampire hunter snapshot of his lover made things a tad complavated.  

What inspired me to write how I did: Chapter Five of Fortnite and Midas leaving and coming back. Also, Fortnitmares twist on it.

The wind tossed your hair around as you focused in on the comically large yacht Midas owned. He finally escaped the depths of Hades's prison, and you were sent to find him, having been very… Close throughout the years. The thick air made your descent challenging. Still, down below, you could see Midas perched atop the vibrant mega yacht as the distant strains of the battle bus faded into the evening. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows that cloaked him in mystery.

Most players avoided the massive boat, knowing the storm would soon engulf it, making it a risky drop. But then, the unmistakable whoosh of a glider slicing through the air reached his ears, followed by the quick, purposeful footsteps that broke the silence. Intrigued, he slipped away from the shadows, narrowing his eyes to spot the newcomer—and to his surprise, it was you.

Your movements stopped for a moment. You were cloaked in a striking black leather coat and thick, rugged hunting boots that shimmered in the sunset light. A flat-brimmed cowboy had crowned your head with a deep red trim. This was unlike your usual outfit, which you often wore a remix of in most snapshots. He took in more of your new appearance, and that's when everything clicked into place: his new deep red outfit, sharp canines, and deep hunger for you. You were a vampire hunter; he was exactly what you were hunting.

Midas nearly lost track of your footsteps as you sneaked around the giant ship because the ocean splashed against the metal exterior. Starting with the wooden-stock shotgun slung on your back, he almost overlooked your brandished crossbow. Most of your snapshots remembered him in some way. The two of you had been messing around for so long that, at the very least, each snapshot of each other would go back to "basics," so to speak.

This version of you was entirely new and almost unrecognizable, evident from your glowing eyes and intense anger. It became clear how hungry Midas was at the sight of you; he was desperate for a taste. He raised his drum gun, keeping you in his sights while you remained on edge, holding your crossbow at eye level.

"Midas!! I know you are here. Come out!" Your voice reverberated across the ship, cutting through the salty air like a knife. It had been ages since you'd last shared such a raw, commanding presence, and a thrill coursed through him at the sound of your call. You had always been fierce and unyielding, but the intensity of your voice now was electrifying, igniting a hope within him that this moment would linger longer.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he bolted towards you from the shadows, seizing your arms in a swift, powerful motion and pinning them firmly behind your back. The clang of your crossbow clattering against the wooden deck pierced the silence. You let out a fierce yell, filled with defiance and determination. In a swift, calculated move, you slammed Midas against the rough surface of the wall. Surprise flickered in his eyes, quickly replaced by a grunt of pain as the impact jolted through him.

His heart raced as he felt your strength, the way you wrestled with him, your panic infused with adrenaline. Midas's gloved fingers scrambled at your collar, searching for the buckle that secured it. The fabric felt foreign under his touch, slick and taut. When he finally yanked at it, a searing jolt of heat shot through his hand as though the glove had failed him at that very moment. The pain crackled over his skin, sharp and biting, forcing a grimace that mingled with the frantic energy of your struggle.

"Really (name)? Pure silver buckles?" his voice came out as a whine as you bucked him off your back. He landed with a thud as you pressed your wood steak shotgun against his chest. Midas stayed frozen, chilling down his spice at the mere threat of such a powerful weapon. You took in Midas's new outfit; his vests always fit him just right, and his slacks fit him in a way you were surprised at the leg movement he was able to have. His right hand held onto the gun despite the damage he would take from it being all the same either on his chest or his arm.

You slightly panted as you spoke, "I am supposed to eliminate scum like you by orders of The Underground. You've caused a lot of harm to the island Midas." Midas groaned, "I know you (Name); you wouldn't shoot me." his hand squeezed the body of the gun, puppy eyes almost drawing you in. You cleared your throat. "Your relations with me aren't relevant anymore; they're hardly a whisper in my memories." Midas felt a crack in his chest as he took the chance to knock the gun away from his chest.

Midas jumped to his feet and ripped the surrounding fabric with a moment of weakened grip. The pure silver buckles weren't connected. The tear was loud, and your blood ran cold as you pressed your palm firmly against Midas's forehead. Trying to keep his fangs away from you.

"Let me turn those whispers into a yell; how does that sound?" He murmured, the seductive edge returning to his voice. "Do you remember the enchanting nights we spent together in my mansion? How did we explore each other's abilities, finding new realms of pleasure and danger every time?" His cold hands found the pulse at your neck, feeling the warmth of your blood rushing through your veins. As he opened his mouth to reveal his gleaming fangs, panic surged through you, and you leaped forward, sinking your teeth into his ice-cold skin. You held on tightly, feeling the satisfying crack of his shield beneath your bite. With a cry, Midas pulled you away from his neck. "(Name)! I knew you still cherished our private moments together." His slender frame pressed against yours, urging you to step back.

You swiftly swept his legs from under him and launched toward the water. The splashing grew more frantic against the side of the boat, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Just then, you caught the ominous sound of a jump pad releasing behind you. Heart racing, you glanced back, only to see Midas soaring through the air, zeroing in on you like a predator. You stumbled, desperation clawing at you, but it was too late—he reached out and caught you just as you almost made it into the water.

He mounted your lap and sunk his teeth into your warm neck. Feeling the blood rush made his own start rushing south. His sharp fangs sunk in as they would a tender steak. He was starving for you, everything about you. It had been so long since he'd seen you or even a snapshot he could have fun with.

You had chosen to stay on the island when he escaped, insisting on helping those left behind. He didn't understand why you wanted to, but there was no convincing you otherwise, and since then, two, now three new snapshots of you existed.

You didn't try to push Midas away; instead, you pulled him closer, craving more of his touch. The bite mark you left on his neck throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure. He whimpered softly, caught between the thrill of the moment and the bittersweet realization that his tattoos would hide the mark, masking the evidence of your relations. But it didn't matter in that intimacy — what you had in this fleeting moment was enough to last him a lifetime.

You were sent to take him out. The Underground revealed all the terrible things he had done, but even then, the thought of it was unbearable. Deep inside, you were in love with him; that feeling resonated through every part of you. Every snapshot loved Midas. Despite the mission, your heart couldn't help but long for what you wished could be. You were sent to take him out. The Underground revealed all the terrible things he had done, but even then, you couldn't bear the thought of it. Deep inside, you were in love with him; that feeling resonated through every part of you. Despite the mission, your heart couldn't help but long for what you wished could be.

You could feel how much he missed you, well, at least one of you. As his gloved hand messaged and grouped your hips. They reminded you of your memories of him in your own universe before you landed at the feet of Jules and Hope. Only in this universe was he needier for your attention. Had you been back home, he would still have been fighting you. You weren't sure why this Midas didn't seem to have the memories of your hours, almost days-long fights for dominance in your own universe, taking blood from you long after you had passed out.

Your eyes began to get hazy as Midas finally pulled away from your neck, the scar clear on your skin. His hips moved against yours, losing track of time, not realizing the last player was looking for you, about to die from storm damage, none the wiser at the tightening in your stomach about to release by a different version of your lover you were sent to kill.

Unknown to you, as players checked the item shop for their new skin, there was a second style players could get by speaking to Midas in a match. One where your shirt was torn from the collar with various bite marks across your body.

[loquaciousstrigidae]

Worldbuilding in Nausicaa of the Valley 

I must say, this movie absolutely enchanted me. My weaknesses include owls, bagels, and good worldbuilding—and gosh, was this just excellent! The setting of this movie was so inventive. I found myself lost in the intricate, alien world that was the Sea of Decay.  

The Sea of Decay and the plants that live in it too are also clearly inspired by different types of fungi, which was compelling to me. I noticed that these fuzzy-tipped ones looked like aspergillus oryzae when under a microscope. I also thought the scene with the snowing spores was such a clever idea and added some wonderful atmosphere—immediately showing the viewer the beauty of the toxic sea, even considering its lethality. 

I think that at times too, the Sea of Decay often behaves like the ocean with its tranquil, silent landscapes and gently suspended bugs. Creatures move so smoothly that it seems like they could be underwater. I am sure that it took quite the effort to produce all the nuanced bug designs, but they did an excellent job. 

And of course we Miyazaki cannot have a movie without including aircraft of some kind. Nausicaa’s glider is sleek and a lot of fun to watch animated. Because it is so thin, it has this really nimble quality to how it moves, which I very much enjoyed. 

It is a personal thing too, but I have recently been enjoying post-apocalyptic/disaster world building. I think it is fascinating to brainstorm ways that humanity still survives against dangerous phenomena and finds a way grow along or in opposition with it. The politics that arise with it too—like the different kingdoms inhabiting this movie—provide an exceptional piece of social critique. When I described this movie to my brother after finishing it, I told him how I imagined Nausicaa’s world to have so many more stories. I think when a piece of media achieves that sense of scope, it has really done something phenomenal. 

10/10

[3luejam]

spidersona}}

the spiderfly

sammy yinlian is a american chinese pansexual girl born with a flexible body and blue streaks artist and dance student bitten by a radioactive spider while she was painting butterflies and then got the idea of being a spiderfly when she realized that only she can protect everyone.

she used to be an orphan because her parents died in a car accident but her uncle stayed with her along with her Aunt

managed to save her step brothers but then failing to save her step sisters and uncles life in the process when they got crushed by a burning building falling apart making her live with extreme guilt.

has intense attachment and abandonment issues after loosing her the people she loved and making her a victim of a toxic friendship that she struggles to get out of due to the fear of being alone and having no one.

her fighting style is just ballerina like movements for the gracefulness✨✨

her step parents think that she is a gift from heaven because of her dark purple eyes and blue streaks which is why they wanted her to dance and have many goals.

despite being a talented dancer shes often the one leading and carrying the pressure when her friends dont wanna dance

her only two friends that never poured so much pressured then passed away due to a deadly disease they caught when a villain released toxic gas into sam's city some people got sick and some died as well putting more guilt into her. her other friend is alive but went missing

sam almost lost her limbs when she got hit by a saw being thrown at her and pinned to the ground while getting zapped and forced to watch a hallucination of her mistakes

abilities:

while she was at school a lockdown happened and she needed a excuse to get out of her class so she can save them without her identity being revealed but her teachers said no but she rebeled against that anyway.apperentlly a venom variant had broken in her school.it wasnt defeated but half of the people were safe some injured and no one understood why it chose that specific place.

sam got accepted into art school but then 3 years later quited due to art teachers complaining about how her art looks a bit cartoony and being ungreartful

super speed ( almost has a speed of a literal motorcycle but is still working on being careful so she doesnt blast herself against a wall the speed effects her gliding style )

flexibility ( shes born with a very flexible body giving her the advantages as a dancer and a fighter so she can do that one inosuke pose from demon slayer )

butterfly gilder ( she actually painted her glider a butterfly style herself when deciding on what it would look like for her suit. her glider is very strong so its almost impossible for it to be torn apart but she can only fly downwards when gliding or landing she can only go upwards by using her silk webs or just the wind )

silk web ( her webs are strong and a bit stretchy she uses it to swing upwards or try to connect a split building into one. her webs are also has a bit of sparkles but not only that she can also make the webs sharp and able to cut through hard material,she once did that to a villain )

butterflies ( she can make living butterflies with just webs and it will be real.often used as a tracker it has a blaster in the middle of the butterfly )

smoke bombs ( sams smokebombs are both used to blend in with something since she can change its colour or use it to ambush other villains )

has a habit of blowing soap bubbles

really likes cats and is sorta best friends with spidercat

though her personality is being cheerful and childlike in reality shes still suffering with her mistakes and fear of loosing her loved ones and failing to save everything making her feel like her shoulders are gonna break from the weigh she carries around

has a problem with being too kind even in battle with a villain she always says sorry when they get injured feeling pity

really likes siomay springrolls and orange juice

most of the time she paints her uncle and step sister so she wouldnt forget them

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Welp looks like the troublemakers (aka Toxic and Joker (I think they were named like that), they belong to @1st-lil-poet ) wanted to pull a prank on Nicole, so they stole one of Nocciola's (Aka the witch) potions and they waited patiently for their victim to fall for the prank, and when the moment arrived, they shot the potion to Nicole, and the results? They turned her into a hybrid Sugar Glider

Now Nicole has to stick like a hybrid Sugar Glider until Nocciola (aka The Witch) makes a potion to turn her back into human.