#trapped on the hoodie dimension

[somanyskills]

That feeling when you put a hoodie on backwards and all you get is a face full of hood...

[formulapookie]

19 "Can I hold your hand?" and rosquez please if you'd like < 3

It's cold, really cold right now, the storm has made a mess outside, the communications are cut off and they're stuck in a stupid house in the mountains far from every kind of human connection.

Vale has been trying to make the phone work for one hour now without any kind of success.

Pecco, Franky and Diggia are in another house, a bit far from this one.

Vale would like to know what the fuck went through Ducati's head to make them all go there for the PR shit.

Him. And Marquez. In the mountains.

He hasn't spoke to the spaniard yet, he thought Pecco was the one in the house currently, and he needed to ask a question, but when Marc had come downstairs the storm had begun and none of them could be freed from the other's presence.

Marc is shivering he notices, despite wearing a comfortable hoodie he's clearly cold, and for another stupid reason they don't have been given blankets to stay there.

He debates whether to do this or not, maybe he could let Marc freeze and it would be over like this.

He ultimately decides not to commit homicide and removes his own hoodie, passing it to Marc.

"No no I'm ok I'm not cold"

"You're shivering"

"I - it's not the cold"

"Then what is it? Enlighten me"

"Why you have to be an asshole?"

"You're giving stupid answers"

"I. I'm scared of the storm. I fear we'll be blocked here forever if it doesn't stop. I don't like to feel trapped"

It strikes Vale now.

How despite having grown Marc is still somehow a kid. Scared of a storm. Scared of being caged.

"You're scared of the storm"

"Don't joke about it Vale"

"I'm not joking it's just. Doesn't seem like you"

"Yeah and what would you know about what seems like me? WE haven't spoken in God knows how long"

"Well I do remember you liked how I made coffee because it was tastier than the one you had home"

Marc stops his pacing around, and looks deeply into Vale's eyes. Almost grazing his soul.

"I remember you're scared of wasps and for some reason not of bees"

"They're different and wasps are cruel, bees are not"

"Mh if you think so"

While the temperature between them seems to be warming the one in the house is rapidly dropping, and Vale tries to light up the chimney.

"Billion dollar man knows how to light up a chimney? I'm impressed"

"Allora, I'm not an idiot Marc eh, I know how to do things"

And Marc agrees. He also would agree to the fact Vale looks hot while doing them.

The heat provided from the wood burning is not much, but it's something, and Marc goes to sit directly in front of it, behind an imaginary line Vale traced not to make him burn.

He's in the kitchen meanwhile, making something, and the storm is not hinting to an end, it rather seems to be increasing in force and dimension.

And it's scary.

Marc feels more and more like he's going to die in there, but can't tell Vale.

He already told him he's scared, he can't tell him he fears he'll die trapped in here now.

He smells coffee, and before he realizes there's a cup in front of him.

"no sugar right? You are on a diet I suppose"

"Yeah no sugar. I mean we're all on a diet"

"Have you seen one of my riders following it after podiums?"

"No"

"There you go. You instead I never see you take something from the buffet"

"You look at me?"

"You and Pecco share a team. I see you doing stuff, I don't look"

At a particularly harsh blow of wind and snow against the window Marc winches, and his hertbeat can be heard in the whole house.

He feels so stupid right now, weak even, he's scared of the storm like a child.

He feels Vale scooting closer to him, and turns around in surprise but Vale is quicker.

"Can I hold your hand? So you are less scared"

And it's extremely stupid on both their parts, it seems like they're stupid teenagers who don't know how to talk to one another.

"Yeah"

They stay silent in fact, Vale just draws small circles on Marc's hand, slowly helping him relax, and eventually drift to sleep.

Vale doesn't know quite well what to do.

He's just offered to hold his hand and now Marc has fallen asleep with their hands tangled together. He looks cute tho.

No.

No no no let's not. Let's not dive into that right now.

But he truly looks ethereal.

His lines, the one that come up when he's awake and in pain and PR acting all day disappear.

He looks younger than he is, way younger than the 32 year old man he should see at his side.

He doesn't remove his hand from the hold. He could, but he doesn't.

He'll do it in the morning. Yeah. He'll wake up first and he will break the hold and never speak of this to anyone.

How he held Marc's hand during a storm because he was scared.

The morning after he does not wake first.

The other boys manage to make their way to the hut where the two of them were staying, and had basically broken in, since none of the two answered.

"I'm telling you guys, they killed each other"

"They're just sleeping pecco don't worry"

"You don't know anything Diggia they could have seriously killed each other"

"Or" there came Franky, who honestly was just fed up with the shenanigans between the two men. "They fucked"

"Ah shut up Franky"

They walk around the hut for a bit until they end up near the chimney, breath held by all three of them.

Marc is hugging Vale like a koala, none of them awake yet, the wood now turned to ash but still it's warm around the two.

Vale has got an arm around Marc's body, keeping him tight against him, and their hands are close.

Still in a hold, presumably from the day before Pecco supposes, as the three of them make their way back out to their own hut.

"Well that was close to my bet I'd say"

"I'm never gonna forget boss with Marquez now"

"Oh trust me Diggia you have seen nothing"

Vale wakes when Pecco shuts the door a bit too harshly, realising the position they both are in.

He should stop holding Marc's hand now right?

Right.

He'll do it later. When Marc is awake.

Maybe.

[khayalli]

The gentle rap-tap-tap on the window startles you from the late night daze you'd been in. Blinking, rubbing your eye's, you try to clear the fog and blue light you're still lost in as you look up from the computer, having not realised just how much the dark has now enveloped your room save for the light from your computer.

"Donnie?" you ask.

He's standing outside the window, wearing only his purple hoodie. Immediately concerned by how little he's wearing and how freezing cokd it is tonight, you hurry kver from your computer to open the window. You shudder as the brittle cold sweeps in like an old friend. But then again, so does Donnie.

Pulling you into the thick of his hoodie, your face is pressed firm into the thread where the ice has settled deep deep into the cotton, like tiny frost particles, so small that your naked eye cannot see them, but so real that they summon goosbumps as they bite and melt against your skin.

"Mm, you're warm," he murmurs. His voice is low in his chest as it rumbles, like a campfire burning late before it slowly dies, snuffed out by the cool dead of the night.

"And you're freezing," you say, swiftly pushing him back to get a better look at his face.

His eyes are heavy with the weight of something he's spent far too long mulling over in a jail of his own making. A cell of himself. He does this sometimes. Forget's that he has people he can go to, people he can depend on who can help solve his problems with him instead of ruminating through the data all on his own and yet still somehow managing to come to the wrong conclusion.

The 'logical' conclusion, in his words.

"Donnie, what's wrong?" you ask. You frown at the feeling of his cold hands as they interlock with your own. You were already think about how cold it was, here in the apartment, and yet, by comparison, you're as warm as a flue.

"It happened again," he says, voice going croaky as it crumbles like chalk. His lips curve downwards and his eyes become wet with the memory of something he's already had to live over and over and over again. A reoccuring nightmare, one of a world where there's only pain and never joy; only darkness but never light; only him, and not...

"...Would you like to try and sleep here tonight?" you ask softly, seeing him slowly come back from reliving that pain somewhere deep deep behind those dark and beautiful eyes of his.

He nods, quiet and slow as he blinks back the tears and tries to maintain that cool composure he likes to wear like a shield. You wonder if he knows you've already worked out just how soft that shield really is.

"Let's get you out of this," you say, pulling his hoodie up over his head. "And into a warm bed."

Taking his hand, you toss the cold garment over onto the chair where you’d been sitting and working late, and guide Donnie towards the bed. You pull back the covers to crawl in first, and Donnie is quick to follow. He snuggles into the space between your legs as he rests his head on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist to breathe you in and feel you close.

"You're like a hot water bottle," he mumbles against your pajamas.

You consider making a joke about how cold he is, but seeing the way his eyes fall closed as he let's himself relax against you, you resort to drawing lines over the back of his soft shell instead. You feel him tense, feel him squeeze you a little tighter, and then he chokes.

"...I couldn't save him—"

"Hey, hey, hey," you coo as you wrap your hands around his head. You run your thumb against rhe underside of his cheek to try and soothe him as he shakes. "You did, though. You did save Leo. Remember? Mikey got him out!"

"But he's not the same." He trembles like a leaf lost in a tempest in your arms. "He can't sleep. He just... disappears sometimes and doesn't tell me where or why he goes. Sometimes he gets this look in his eyes like he’s not even here anymore, like he's... he's..."

"...Like he’s still trapped in that dimension?"

He sniffles. "...Yeah..."

"Donnie," you say, wiping away a stray tear as it rolls over the fabric of his mask. "Your brothers are here. All of them. I'm sure you went and checked on them before you came to me, right?"

"...Yeah."

"Leo... he might not be the same Leo as before. He just needs more time. To heal."

He looks up at you with eyes like that of a dog that looks to the moon. Loyal, loving, and hanging on every word.

"He'll come back to you. He will. You don't have to do it alone. You have your brothers. And you have me. We can help him together."

[zahri-melitor]

Detective Comics: Fall of the Batmen.

Michael Akins as Mayor is such a neat piece of continuity here, because of course it brings you back to Brubaker/Rucka and the GCPD storytelling there in terms of when he was Police Commissioner, especially as it happens RIGHT at the time when Gotham once again pivots against the concept of the Bats as being their protectors. It's just a very nice long term nod in an arc full of them.

Cass is one of the characters at the heart of this, of course, because Cass is rerunning 'killing is never acceptable' and 'how do you consider yourself a good person when you've moved past your previous crimes', and then she yells at Kate and tears off Kate's bat in a way that echoes the Soul plot from Batgirl 2000.

Cass in a slightly oversized Hudson College hoodie is adorable as I'm not sure that it's Dick's (though it could be Dick's) but there's also a read that it's BARBARA's.

In terms of Lonnie, I actually think my favourite moment is the bit where Lonnie snarks that he no longer wears his mask on a stilt, he's grown up now, because ahahah yes! Reference back to Lonnie's original Anarky costume where the preteen was wearing a frame over his shoulders to hoist the mask up high enough that he looked like he was adult height! That thing was so silly but also a clever way of concealing his actual height. (Also Lonnie continues to be so convinced of his righteousness through all of this and the story keeps undermining him).

I do like that this all fell apart over Kate listening to Jacob and being a Good Soldier (TM). Don't listen to Jacob, Kate! It's also a very nice clash of Batman's Methods against Batwoman's Methods, because what happens tracks for both of them, and it's a reminder that these are two distinct properties and Kate Kane will always be more tied up in military imagery and decisions than Bruce.

Kate tells Tim he's being a bad boyfriend for keeping secrets from Steph. (Kate is not exactly a disinterested bystander here). The main secret being that Tim has found, now he's back and re-entangled in his passion project and seeing what happened to it, that he was lying to himself that he was setting up a system for Bruce that could function as a team without Tim there to maintain it, and doesn't actually intend to step away and study. Now, I think this is partly because I have already read Young Justice 2019 and I know how this connects into the starting premise of YJ19, but I don't actually find this to be a huge betrayal on Tim's part? Steph's also not discussing her own massive breakdown over the last 30 issues or so with Tim, and all Tim knows about it is Bruce's side of the story. Steph does some investigation behind Tim's back and also works out Tim at this point doesn't intend to leave Gotham, and honestly I think that it tracks for them both? Like, he JUST got back from being trapped in another dimension for a real world year and in comics time for several months, I think he's allowed to reassess whether 'leaving' is a thing he wants to do at this point, and is still working out how he plans to tell Steph. Now of course he should probably have a discussion about it with Steph if they're together, but also Tim and Steph having a somewhat unhealthy relationship based in concealment and lies? Wow, new territory for them.

It's really interesting, in terms of Tynion's entire arc for Tim and Steph together through this run has been about the fact that they're two teenagers on the verge of going to college, everything is about to change, and they have different expectations of how that's going to go. Steph's a lot more excited for leaving than Tim is, and clearly is more sure that Gotham is something she can put behind her and move past. Whereas Tim, despite what he occasionally says, is extremely reluctant to leave Gotham and can't tear himself away from it and has fought to return, multiple times, when anyone suggests leaving to him (Steph tends to see her past as something shameful she can move past and hide; Tim tends to see his past as his roots calling him home).

This is a very classic inversion point of growth for characters - finishing high school, deciding what they want to do as young adults - a period of learning about themselves and trying new things. And it's actually super fascinating to me that this is set up, ready to let their relationship rupture unless they BOTH put the work in to hold onto it. Tim and Steph being broken up is actually more status quo for them than being together! They're one of those classic 'orbit around each other but their relationship falls apart' character set ups. I actually enjoy how this storyline highlights that they actually have two very different goals, even if they think they have similar ones, and that if they want to go through this moment of growth they're going to have to either compromise towards each other or they'll pull apart.

There is also, hmmmm, some resonance in how the city is falling apart here with War Games and particularly War Crimes to my mind (don't run away!). The demand to unmask, the revolving around Steph in terms of whether any Bat should unmask and what it means to be a victim, Steph making judgment calls that resulted in outcomes she didn't expect...

The red phone to the commissioner gag! ahahahaha Batman 66 here for you all.

There is also a bunch of Mud Pack stuff in this storyline, but I think part of me is disappointed with the focus simply being on Basil Karlo, when there are so many other more interesting Clayfaces that could be included in this. Sondra Fuller? Preston Payne? Cassius Payne?Part of me kept waiting for more of a Peter Malley/Claything aspect to the story given the amount of mud everywhere being used for various purposes - what WOULD happen if part of Basil's clay, instead of being used in the Mud Room, had fused with another person? (I think too much about Clayfaces for someone who simultaneously thinks there are too many Clayfaces)

Also finally, this comic's art decides to torture me once again by referencing the Worst Batman Villain Ever Created, Metalhead. How I hate you, Metalhead, how I despise every time anyone decides to reference you (you are the worst, why will you not go away)

(Detective Comics #972. Why. Why do this to me Miguel Mendonca. This sight gag was missed by 99% of people who read this comic and the remaining 1% cannot actually LIKE Metalhead)

[stoney053]

“It’s canon, you can’t fight it.”

- Miguel x Spiderwoman! reader

- Warnings: None really? Angst, fluffy, death, some spoilers but not really, Miguel is so fine.

Summary!

Y/n has to witness the worst canon event as a spiderman. Miguel gets soft for her and comforts her pretty much.

- Authors note!

This is my first time posting any of my work! Its pretty short, fast, and cute heehe. Feel free to like/share it means a lot 🫶🏻. Hope you enjoy!!

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“Shit.” Y/n whispered to herself looking at her phone mid swing, seeing all the texts from her Dad made her head hurt before even hearing him. She frantically swung home preparing herself for the lecture she was about to endure. As soon as she got through the window she threw on sweats and a hoodie to conceal her spider-suit. She swung around the building with her mask still concealing her identity. After sneakily entering her apartment through the front door she was met by the wall of raft standing infront of her. “I know, I’m sorry. I just lost track of time..” She gently said as nicely as she was capable of.

“You’re grounded. A month.” Her dad spoke sternly with authority in his voice. Probably not the best thing about having a cop for a dad.. Y/n couldn’t protest the punishment, but she could work around it. She nodded and walked to her bedroom, an expression of defeat plastered on her face trying to show some type of guilt to her dad. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay trapped in her room for a month even if she wanted too. Yet alone a whole day.

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The next night consisted of fighting an ancient villain from some other dimension. It was stronger than her and the constant hollering from the NYPD was not helping. She attempted to web the creature, and attacking him while he was off guard. It wasn’t enough though. Then a familiar voice threw her off completely, one she hadn’t heard in years. Y/n lost all attention in the creature as she searched for the source, but couldn’t find it. The search was interrupted by the villain shooting stone blades at her. She dogged the hits nearly in time as she watched them collide with webs? The webs were followed by an exhausted looking Peter B. Parker. “Hey, kid. Been a while” He greeted her with a smile and open arms. She ran into his arms she almost knocked him over. The hug was cut short by the monster coming to attack the pair. They quickly took him down and Peter put him in some sort of red cage that made him stop glitching and trapped him.

After Peter explained everything to Y/n she was confused, but excited knowing that there were so many more people just like her. “You have to take me with you, please! That sounds amazing!” She exclaimed, practically begging him. He sighed with a half smile. How can one trip for the kid hurt? Peter thought to himself. Sure Miguel might flip his shit but he’ll get over it.

“Oh God I’m gonna be sick” She groaned holding her stomach as she stepped out the portal into a huge dark room with a floating platform. A tall man leaned over the side already looking furious. She met his eyes and immediately stopped feeling nauseous, she was to consumed by the fear caused by the intimidating man above her.

Peter broke the silence first. “Oh Miguel! I brought a friend back… This is Y/n, you know the spider woman I’ve told you about” He tried to sound casual even though anyone could hear the regret and nervousness in his voice. All Miguel did was raise an eyebrow and look back at her. He was already at their level and he stepped closer to her, his face a bit calm now. Peter looked at him dumbfounded, why wasn’t he furious?

He held his stare on her till he was about two feet away from her then he finally spoke. “You aren’t supposed to take anyone here without my permission. No exceptions.” His gaze shifted to Peter, she sighed in relief when his eyes left hers, he was beautiful but God. If looks could kill she would’ve dropped. The conversation between the two Spidermen arguing over her presence carried on. All she could do was watch. She wasn’t even listening just observing Miguel. He looked like a God, she had to hold back as hard as she could from whispering “gyatt” to herself.

Now they were both staring at her while she had her eyes glued on his biceps. Once she realized a few seconds later she looked at Peter as she spoke. “I can just leave it’s no big deal, I don’t want to create any problems” She glanced between the two and Miguel let out a sigh. There was something about her that flipped something in him. Miguel couldn’t figure out if it was the innocence radiating off of her or her whole demeanor.

“Fine. Only today and she better not show up here again.” He finished his statement with that serious expression, almost inches away from Peters face like a scolding father. Peters face lit up and thanked him with a pat on the shoulder. Miguel walked up to Y/n and took her wrist into his hand before placing the wristband on her to prevent her from glitching in the foreign universe.

She smiled looking up at him and watched as he put the band on her. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it promise!” She followed quickly behind Peter as they left Miguels office both of them gleaming with excitement. Peter couldn’t wait to show his old friend around. While Miguel couldn’t take his eyes off of the security cameras, watching her every move.

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Once Y/n was back in her dimension she went home and acted as if she had been there all day. Having two parents that work all day made it a lot easier. Her dad should’ve been home by now though. Then almost on cue she heard sirens going past her apartment and a tingle went through her body. Something was wrong, very wrong. She put her suit on and took off out the window following the police cars. A gasp left her mouth as she watched a building beginning to collapse with her father standing directly below it. She swung faster than ever to her dad, then she was hit by something. Miguel. He grabbed her and swung away from the scene. “What are you doing!? I have to get my dad!” She screamed at him trying to get out of his grip. “Miguel let me go!” She continued to yell and hit his chest, tears now streaming down her face beneath her mask. She wasn’t going to make it to him.

He held her against himself not budging. “You can’t save him! You’re putting this whole world at risk!” She didn’t care. His words meant nothing. She kept trying to get away, never taking her eyes off her father. “It’s a canon event if you interfere you could kill everyone.” His voice was ignored. She finally got out of his grip and lunged to her father as the building collapsed on top of him and a few other officers. It was too late. Her crying never stopped as she dug through the debris. She begged and yelled for him but got to him too late. Once she had her father in her arms she sobbed watching as he took his final breath.

Y/n hugged him tightly sobbing against the top of his head. “Dad please.. W-We need you.” She begged through her sobs holding him for the last time before he was taken away by the paramedics. A warm hand was pressed onto her shoulder, startling her slightly. She looked up and met eyes with Miguel. Her sadness was taken over by the rage she felt for him. “You! This is your fault! I could’ve saved him!” She yelled as she stood up and hit his chest. “My dad is dead because of you!” Every word was met with a fist to his chest. He sighed taking every hit, letting her scream at him.

Once she had stopped yelling he attempted to comfort her. He knew she was furious but couldn’t leave her like that. Her body was engulfed in a hug against his chest. She didn’t move, she just cried against him. They had to leave though, he swung away holding her in his firm grasp. “I’m so sorry, cariño. It had to happen.. I’ll explain when we get back” His voice was soft as he set her down on the top of the building he landed on. Her sobs had settled slightly and she held onto him tightly. The only response he got was a small nod. She barely comprehended what he said just knew she needed his explanation about why she had to let her father die.

Miguel threw down a portal and stepped in still holding her. When they arrived at Nueva York they were met with Peter who had been waiting since Miguel left. Once Y/n caught sight of him she hugged him tightly after leaving Miguels arms. She didn’t know how to feel. All she could feel was guilt and rage. If she was capable of it she would kill Miguel right now. Her father was dead because of him. The more these thoughts flooded her head the more furious she grew. She pulled herself out of Peters grasp and faced Miguel, she stared into his slender eyes that looked somewhat sympathetic. “Why would you stop me.. why did you let him die!?” Her words would switch between the saddened and fury. She did her best to hold her tears back but couldn’t hold them very long.

A long sigh was all that left his mouth, his hand flying up to hold his head almost preparing himself for his speech. “It had to happen. It’s part of every spiders story, you couldn’t save him because it would’ve destroyed your entire Earth.” He explained as calmly as he could. “We all had to lose someone..” His words continued as the holograms of many spidermen holding a loved one flashed infront of her view. She observed the scenes playing as confusion washed over her.

Her gaze went back to Miguel, slightly calmer. “Why? Why can’t we stop it? How do you know that would’ve happened?!” The calmness washed away as she flooded him with questions. He didn’t respond, he only played a video of himself with a little girl.

He explained what he had done, how he tried to fight the canon event. She listened intently, the most focused she had been in hours. “Theres no way to stop it. You almost destroyed your world thats why I came. It was either him or billions of people..” She nodded slowly with a few tears streaming down her face. “I wouldn’t have done it if there were no consequences. But I can’t allow you to stop a canon event.” He spoke softly but sternly. As if he was trying to comfort her but still have his authority over her known.

“I understand..” She said barely above a whisper as she looked down away from him. “Why did you take me back here though?” She asked confused. She wasn’t supposed to come back here she thought. Her emotions were finally somewhat under control at the moment.

His eyes never left hers, he wanted to hold her so bad. He knew how hurt she was and he knew that so much of her anger was directed to him. “Because.. We needed to make sure you’re okay” He needed to. He needed to know that he was close to her during this. Of course he couldn’t tell her that, not yet at least. Miguel slowly made his way closer to her and softly placed his hand on her cheek. “If you need anything I’m here.. All you have to do is call me and I’m there.” She nodded as a small tear fell down her face. He wiped away her tear and removed his hand. Peter then took her to her temporary room which only a few rooms away from Miguel. He wanted her as close as possible to him at all times. He needed to be near her, to make sure she was safe and he was there if she needed him.

Once Peter left the room she broke down, she silently sobbed into her pillow. She wished she could’ve saved him but knew it was the only correct choice. Her sobs only got worse, hyperventilating into the blanket trying to muffle her yells. The watch Miguel had given her sent him her vitals due to them being so out of control. He quickly left his room and rushed down the hall to hers. Miguel softly knocked on her door and tried hearing through the door. “Y/n? Can I come in?” He received no response, he could only hear the faint muffled cries. Obviously he wasn’t getting an answer so he opened the door slowly and walked in, closing it behind him. “Hey..” He said quietly as he carefully put his hand on her shoulder. He didn’t want to startle her but wasn’t sure what to do in general. Miguel was never like this, he had no idea why he was acting the way he was. Y/n tried her best to stop crying as she slowly looked up at him. Feeling his touch alone helped calm her down a little. He had no idea what to do now, till she broke down again. “Oh no, y/n.. I’m sorry” He sat beside her on the edge of the bed rubbing her back trying to calm her down. Once her sobs started to slow down he gently pulled her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nearly going limb against his chest. He held her like that, comforting her to his best abilities. Eventually her sobs turned into quiet sniffles getting softer and softer. She felt safe with Miguel, like nothing bad could happen while they were like this.

Y/n slowly looked up at Miguel, her eyes red and puffy from crying so much. “Thank you so much for staying..” She moved her hand up to his face and moved a few stray hairs away from his face and rested her hand on his cheek. She stared at him probably longer than she should have, but couldn’t stop admiring every feature. Her eyes wondered on his lips the longest, they looked so soft and plump, perfect even.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the slight smirk that was displayed on his lips. “I told you I’m always here hermosa” His large hand kept moving up and down her back, never looking away from her face. He thought she was gorgeous but knew she would be dangerous for him, he didn’t care about that though. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. Miguel felt at peace for the first time in years. He let out a long sigh of relief as he pulled her closer against him, practically on his lap.

She smiled hearing his words as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed to be close to him. He made her feel so safe and warm. She closed her eyes starting to doze off, till she felt a warm pressure on her lips. It took her a second but quickly realized Miguel had just kissed her.. She kissed back as soon as the realization hit her. Her hand immediately moving to hold his cheek while he hesitantly pulled away. Both of them were met with the other smiling. They both showed genuine happiness for the first time in a long time for both of them. After that, Miguel knew she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[lamentingocean]

~Work by ocean~

°Moonlight executioner x reader•

warning: slight NSFW, murder, disastrous, a bit of ptsd, kidnapping, death, cussing, blood. (No shit)

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You were alone in the world and grew up in a worn down chinese village that enslaved their own people for profit and money, like selling a child for a good amount of yuan. You were one of them, being tied up in chains, living by a crumb of bread, and only a small food item can nourish your hunger plenty. but someone you got freed by the time you reached 8 years old. enough to be molested by men since they don't know how to act right. it exists in the world so often, and it even freaks you out just thinking about it. you once had been given bread, but it's been stolen by kids of the same situation you are in. only being selfish to eat for themselves and their sheep of a group. What I observed from bullying is that. They come in pacts. And their leader is the most cruel and controlling out of all of them. The sheep are the one that want to be cool and fend off other people to satisfy their needs. but a faction officer took them down so fast that you stared in awe at their concept of destruction within your eyes. he once looked at your reminiscent self. wearing clothes that are torn enough to make you half naked, he didn't find any need to kill you once he commanded his squad that a certain demon passed this village to head for the cliff somewhere in China.

your eyes closed in fatigue, but it was all a dream back to your memories from when you were a child experiencing something like that. you screamed right when you got back into reality. you formed shaky breathing, seeing your hand tremble at your memories that are supposed to camouflage as a dream. But it wasn't. your hands were full of scars, it goes to your soul as well, tears formed into your eyes and emotional impact stare to trodden the back of your throat. a disciple. wearing dark clothes. opened your doors to your figure, trembling like an injured, scared dog towards a abuser of animals. You were 20 at this time

"What are you doing? I heard you scream once our squad had been finished eating. It's 2am in the afternoon. I don't have time to give you a pity party over your truama. get up and get dressed."

"I-i-i-i..I c-cant...I d-dont know h-how to-.." He got one ounce of pity for your tears starting to mark the blanket. he gave you a cooked salmon sandwich in a wrapped bag and left with no word. you couldn't come back. it's like being trapped in dispair and darkness if it was a dimension. reality didn't want to be in touch with you right now since it doesn't know how to come in at the right time. you took the time to breathe in and out when your breath whooses in the air like sage. the trembling had stopped, and reality held your hand since it's supposed to be harsh.

you opened the bag to see some orange juice and a salmon sandwich that smelt good even when it was packaged a bit to protect it from bacteria. you unwrapped it slowly and took a small bite from it. It had sesame. It had rosemary, it had herbs and cut vegetables, and it smelt good with a hint of lemon and spice.

skip the meal for the day, and can easily heat it up tomorrow

you had a variety of black uniforms. since it's mandatory for the dark faction. wore one since they all look identical. it had sleeves, a hoodie, some large pants, good enough to fight in, and gloves. normally, the dark faction would spread out their name in training martial artists to be evil and disgusting across the land of china, but amongst masters are able to fight them off and take them in as insane subordinates with a purpose to serve under a clan or to under a rule. yes. China people enslaved their own kind, but it wasn't on purpose or without one. The common reasons are for money and workers at farms and provinces to grow vegetables and crops. For the rich. It's always the rich.

you went out the door, nobody was in the hall, which is odd, you looked back and forth but there was nothing. Until.

you heard your leader's voice to yell out troops and trainees for inspection, or it's to tell them daily missions and things they need to do in the daily as a faction sign up. Your first thought was, "Oh shit I'm late." You went frantic and looked for any nearby exit to go to your estimated group. that was his voice. But exits to headquarters are hard to get by. You managed to find one. and then saw a large variety of men and women, looking at you like you were the problem and that you were an embarrassment to the faction group. you got into your position with your anxiety through the sky. stares were from all over, it terrified you a bit. but when it came to the leader...

You had your tears suddenly appear again in fear.

"I would expect this from you since you are late to our group session almost every day, but I'm not tolerating this any longer. You either have to fix your nightmares or be permanently disbanded from this group until you're lucky enough to get approved into another position. Do you have that clear or not?!"

"I d-do..I'm trying to fix it the best that I can..but It's too hard..because of my small breakdowns in the morning..."

"Does it look like I care about your outbursts? let me give you a small challenge. It should be easy but to you. It's hard. You will have to wake up early in the morning like we do, eat, and remove your nightmares before 12 am. hits tonight. If you succeed. I will keep you in our group. But if you don't. You are out. understand me?" He said with a tone that held back much anger from trying to put you in a breakdown since he knows how fragile you are. you looked around, unable to speak since everyone snickered at your state of unstable emotions untamed.

"I d-dont know.. I will try my best to win this challenge, I'm really sorry that I caused a disruption like this..please forgive me for my actions. I will try my best master." he scoffed like your words are nothing to him, even though those words felt like a college essay to put out to the teachers.

"We have important matters to do other than to consult with useless bullshit, Welcome trainees. and today, we have an important issue to discuss. we have a master named "jaha lee" in just north of china. and he killed off the main leader of the heavenly generals, black rabbit clan leader and claim it as his own, doing a crime like that is usurpation, killed the elder dragon king, black sea wolves, the battle pavilion arena joint, the southern ming alliance, killed the two leaders of the cloudburst clan, this isn't a laughing matter. this master is extremely dangerous to handle. and he issued a mark onto us as the factions of china. so I asked for all of us to deploy a all out war with this "jaha lee" dont hold back on your true combat skill and kill him. simple as that. we dont need any more masters to die by his hands. We will end it. here and now. we deploy at a full moon tonight. that will give you enough time to train and prepare yourself for this monster of a master. Go.

Oh, and Y/N. I need to discuss this with you in my office. come with me." a jolt of fear came right into your veins, as you pointed at yourself in question.

"Yes, you." You followed him into his royal looking office, plastered with gold and kissed with silk and other rare items considered to be only for the richer class. he told you to take a seat, so you did so. "What has been going on with you? You have been like this ever since you have been put in my group's position. so tell me why?" You closed your eyes. A squelch of wet tears nearly came out of your eyeballs of mental exhaustion.

"I been reliving my past or experiencing nightmares from my childhood. and my childhood wasn't pleasant to hear about to most people. It's been haunting me ever since my last leader took me out of their group when I had the same problem. I don't know how to fix this or I just need to manifest good energy in order to make it stop but its giving me a trigger to sob and tremble about it right at the end of these nightmares..and it's so irritating..I wouldn't expect you to fix it for me. The only reason I joined the factions of china is to give myself a purpose. But these nightmares are ruining my purpose off everything. I don't know how to get help, and I'm stuck in a wall with no corner to escape right now. that's all I'm gonna share.." it's like his breath been taken away at your entire speech. you honestly had some hope that some leader. Any leader wouldn't make it out to be an excuse. But he's just like the same as everyone else qualified to be a master. snobby and no hardships to go through.

"You.. hehe.. you honestly believe I wouldn't believe you?"

"Huh?"

his face turned to a picture of his grandpa. being a warrior in ancient China by his armor on the battlefield. "We all have our own hardships to recover from. I always go off as too blunt or too harsh upon people with trauma or upon people with hardships that is a pain in the ass to deal with. For example. my dead grandpa was a fine warrior working in the light faction of ancient china.. but then he got killed..by the mad demon. but now that he's dead.. I won't be able to avenge him. Sure, my grandpa was a criminal of his own, but he had a mixed heart. that's it. I will make the challenge a bit easier for you to pass. since I don't want the other disciples to think I'm a soft hearted general. go on.. just train and wait for the mission to deploy." You felt calmer. He tricked you. I think? You didn't know if he did, but he didn't. you left the office. walking in the hall with the exact group that snickered at you. but after what he said after being shoved aside constantly by each and every leader and general around the faction headquarters. It felt like a breath of relief that you didn't care about the judges and the whispering of negative words to you. but that disappeared quickly.

a girl shoved you on purpose, all eyes in the hall. "Haha. How is a pick me like you able to get into a high-ranking group like us? You will ruin our reputation. stop being such a baby and get over those nightmares."

"O-ow.." A small bead of blood oozed out of your scrapped arm, a hard hit on your back sent more jolts. you were being stepped on by her. "This is funny. A loser like you could never be as powerful as us. You should just give us already and die on the spot. the faction doesn't have time for weaklings like you. tch..bitch." Nobody raises a hand to help you, leaving you in a shocked state, but what did you expect? her laughing was right up your ears. but a stench went right along with it.

her boot had dog poop on it, you whined in disgust and tried to wiggle off her boot on your back. It didn't work. "WHAT? You don't like the stench. I put the dog poop on my heel just for you? Don't you like my present?♡" You had a pocket knife in the side of your pants. It's forgotten, but it's mandatory to be on the ground under the sheep of this world. You don't deserve that. you sliced her leg as a deep cut and ran off to her blood curling scream of pain and evil anger. you went right upstairs to a random room so you wouldn't be located after what you just did. but that didn't work either. that girl knew all the places in this headquarters. So your chances of hiding are so low that it might as well be a video game score when you're very bad at it.

bangs were on the door, and it was that girl, screaming cuss words and anger at you like a physical aura. you sobbed right there, wishing it would stop. You don't want to hurt people, but when people try to make you get put into the ground and serve as a humanoid carpet, If you defend yourself then your the victim and your the problem to take down just for being human. but it stopped for over an hour. tears and snot were makeup on your face at this point. the same guy who gave you food this afternoon came in. sighing at your terrified expense.

he took you up, trying to ease your frantic reactions from being hit, but he didn't even say one insult like usual and stayed quiet while carrying you to his room. It was a secondary hour later. he gave you a napkin to wipe your tears away once you calmed down, "what...what happened to her..??"

"I gave her a laxative and knocked her out. Always does that to literally anybody in our group. There is such thing as human emotions...well. I found no need to scold you for crying in someone else's room. because that person would have a trivial reaction."

"....thank you." you continue to wipe your tears in a awkward situation such as this.

"Did you train at all? or did you just be in your room all day. I had to get my advisor to sign papers for me. so annoying how busy I am dispite of the factions being martial arts on the main note.

"Noo...I just had a little talk with master and now I'm unfortunately caught in this situation of when a girl probably hates me to death now.."

"Ah, right. Sorry about that..wh-"

+DEPLOYING FOR URGENT MISSION. THIS IS YOUR GENERAL REPORTING TO ALL GROUP MEMBERS. BE PREPARED TO DEPLOY AND FIGHT THE BEST YOU CAN. KILL THE TARGET AND END THIS ASAP+

they both stood up in the bed. He handed you a weapon, which is a pretty strong, durable sword to fight in, you were pretty good in martial arts dispite of being so fragile and weak to be in the battlefield and being in tough situations such as healing wounds and seeing death right in front of you, even with a blade. you were almost exceptional in combat. but just not mentally. everyone walked outside, with the moonlight glowing directly above the cliff. it was a scary experience but we don't know what to expect or happen while targeting only one man.

And that's jaha. you know nothing about him but he's very dangerous and it's the same for martial arts too, you either have to live or die if your a enemy of him or be a subordinate under the madness of his antics. half of the group swallowed their fear by the time they got the full information of this target that they had to kill on their own. It's a 50/50 win. towards highly trained martial artists all in one group to one man. that's scary to think about. whoever this man is must have some hidden power to him. either way don't give up hope and fight the best you can't.

it was midnight once they arrived at the black rabbit union, all of them were wearing their faction masks, but it's dangerously quiet in the grounds of the clan, your sweat turned to the suspicious silence. having so many thoughts in your mind, like over filled papers in a printer. "It took so long to get here and this is what we get?"

"s-shhhh..stay alert."

"Since when do I take orders from you, little miss truamatize?" The rest of the group shut both of them up when the moon started to glow red.

is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing? It's so quiet in black rabbit, almost like everyone, and even the subordinates have been decimated into thin air. The air is thicc, and it's getting heavy to breathe slowly. It's not the mask they're wearing, but it's some presence starting to take in effect of their lungs. "Something's up."

"Well no fucking shit. What do we do?" Some group members started to get a little frantic, and even some tried to abort the mission at the silence, starting to crush their sanity to death. "Don't fucking abort the mission what are you doing?" you squinted your eyes to the Golden jade palace.

it was a red glow coming from outside of it. You directed your attention to the group arguing about what is about to happen and why is it so silent enough to hear blood course through their veins, it freaked all of them out, so much for being powerful martial artists without handing good silence from a area. "What is it?"

you pointed your finger to the entrance, slightly trembling in gushing fear at that light starting to form into a eye, everyone was like "what the actual fuck. is this a horror story, or is this death coming for us?" A figure landed right in the middle of the grounds. The group stood in caution and instant attack if they were hostile or an enemy of a clan against the factions.

"WHO ARE YOU?"

"me?" He revealed his so-called "figure"

"Is this the jaha lee they were talking about? Why didn't they accompany us into defeating this guy? Tell me again. who. Are. You."

he pointed his sword right at them as if they were a target and he's not, but for some reason. Your face kept staring at him. He does have a face, but you wanted to see what he looked like. You want to get to know him. You do not want to battle him. It's like some like of electric connection between aura and vibe. "So I would assume I'm a target. huh..very expecting of you dark faction. sending your minions to kill me when you can't even do it yourself, casual rich men in that faction, drinking booze and sitting in their ass while their fighters got their blood spilled on the ground."

"I asked who you are. That isn't my question." Every one of the members slid out their weapons in slo mo, just in the right time for him to attack at any time, his aura was mysterious, but randomly intimidating to them. "Oh, you want to know who I am..well.. let me give an introduction before I try some with you all. Son of a bitch.

I am the moonlight executioner. the God of martial arts, Master of the black rabbit clan, master of the black sea wolves and the low down, Master jaha, and the one that will taken down the factions and the league no matter what. So I recommend you all. To get out of my clan before I mutilate your bodies and send them back to whatever hell rich den you guys came out of. got that fucking clear?"

...to you. what he said was so cool, while everyone else tensed up in anger and hungry for battle. some details are that his outfit was covered in old blood, and his mask was also spattered with it like he's just experimenting with a freshly dead person in a lab to test their blood. but enough talk. you have to be ready to be focused on your target and deal the killing blow.

instead of waiting on you to attack all at once, they lunged at him recklessly and pathetically. but once you closed your eyes expecting them to at least spread out to get into fighting formation. you didn't hear any of their voices in your ear. like they just vanished.

It was silence once again, like you entered a spacial paradox with no sound enough to drive someone insane, but then you felt pain, ripping you out of this mindful paradox. Your foot got slashed open, but it wasn't deep. That pain forced you to open your eyes. And then was everyone ok in good hands.

That's the complete opposite.

you saw their bodies brutally killed, and their blood was all over your body since this master had a way of slaughtering opponents so horrifying. all of them were dead. forcing into the gates of heaven or hell by only a man they just met, the guy eariler raised his hand with his fingers cut off. he attempted to shoot a dagger at this master. but it didn't even cut off a strang of hair. His face was stabbed in by his peculiar pattern of a sword. and his back was turned to their blood all over his body as his black hair just boosted it even more. he was terrifying, but he is also interesting before your brain decides to shut in fear and an income of unstablity shutting your martial arts prowess to slime. but then.

He did something else.

he put his mask in his hand. You were so eager to see his face, but he had your heart stop. his red pupil shined along with the reflection of the moonlight like water but it grew smaller.

He laughed maniacally and had so many shots of insanity within that laugh that it scared it into backing away. The smell of blood disgusted you right when it continuously oozed it from their bodies. Oh! How you thought what your masters would think of this horrible incident. you opened to whatever door that led out of this clan so you can save your own life.

No.

he slammed your head down to the stone ground so hard, his body was on top of your back. you tremble so timid to his hand grappling all the chunks of hair he can grab within your scalp. "pls...s-spare my life..ugg.." he didn't say a word. and his sword to your neck.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you, dark faction minion bastards. I don't care if you're a woman. whatever enemy i face, then I face. Don't care." his grip is so strong. You can't even move your body from the force. "I ahh..I didn't want to hurt or kill people...I only joined the dark f-faction to give myself a purpose in life. I don't mean to mess with you...I'm not one of them...so please.." he slowly raised his body down to your ear. He had a cold breath and felt the strands of his hair circled around your waist and arms. his abs pressing through your small back. "If I spare you..If you try to charge at me with a weapon or even a hold a weapon in general. I will kill you. Understand me?"

you nodded for that. his grip lessen a bit. he made you drink something that knocked you out so fast. Surprisingly, you didn't have those nightmares every night in every dream with him. it was jaha. and only jaha weirdly. to a guy you just met and made his first experience like a badass. your vision was blurry when you slowly woken for your slumber. Your wound was bandaged up, but you were set in chains. "Help.."

the same man last night came right in when your vision got blurry again. It was doing it on purpose for you not to see this man's face. His hair was so luscious when he unlocked the chains on your arms. your vision finally backed away, and then you looked up to see his face to investigate a written book about you.

"J...jaha lee.?" he looked down right upon you on his glaze, but It didn't terrify you. Not one bit. He was extremely attractive. I guess you can say he's hot. His red eyes, his perfect skin, and his long black hair in a ponytail had your face in complete awe. no words could distinguish how beautiful he is as a man. he squat down to your wound and took a shed of blood to his finger. "Hmmm shallow. not much. You will be fine. Your wound wasn't that bad. Now let me question you. who are you?"

"Im y/n....a member of the dark faction.. or I might quit because my purpose there is erased.."

"I see. I will issue out a warning broadcast that you're dead, and they will have no point in trying to get you back to their shit faction. I've been trying to face those bastards for almost a decade. I'm surprised they even have a system for a martial artist like me. I will keep you safe since you don't seem to post a threat to me. since you're so weak and timid." You chuckled at him like it's nothing. For some reason. You can't help but feel like this madman can give you true peace and harmony, happiness, and joy since it's been a lost emotion to you for such a long time. This is a first. you stood up, feeling cold since the prison you were trapped in had a cold space. even goosebumps just took in signature for your skin.

"Are you cold?"

"Mhm.. I don't really find you as a dangerous master like everyone says about you.. you got your plans decked out like a master.. you are so cool." he smiled and turned his body to you.

"Yeah.. I don't kill innocent people. I only kill masters who are chaos to everyone and use people to get what they need. the terrible ones in the shortest term."

"Hmm.. interesting.." something unexpected happened. He wrapped his arms around you. He didn't have any other options to do since their isn't a blanket or anything to warm you up in the cold space. he was warm. like a pillow with bricks around it, hard and soft. "Here.. I have a guest bedroom for you to sleep in. you don't need to be a servant to me but just relax. Because I can tell that you been through a lot by your aura. Follow me." it was a royal looking palace in the inside that was only the basement, a lobby, training grounds, a palace, and food. it was 2 in the afternoon. feeling the sun this time. Peacefully made you smile warmly at the beauty of this earth. "here."

It was a big bed, like muscle memory. You laid your head down in letting all the mental exhaustion go from your mind and release from your veins like soft pressure. it was so soft, in fact, that you fell asleep so fast in a short amount of time.

"I only just met you, but.."

he gave you a small kiss in the forehead, letting the webs of his hair spread out like legs, and then left the room.

(This is the longest x reader I ever made. But how do you like it? Is it good or not? I'm planning on doing Detective jaha and French jaha, right? (Totally not trying to fit into reality so I can be included in everything), but this took so long😭

[airxn]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Airin Nimenscu ( son of no one ).

NICKNAME: Airi, Airbear, Airbud, Pisscat, Pissdog, Mutt, Rat.

TITLE(S):  Domnul Muntelui ( lord of the mountain ), Gemenii ( the twins – title tied to his brother as well )

AGE: appears to be 32 ( is 371 ).

SPECIES: Felicid / Barren-Souled ( an absence of ones own soul which allows host to take the shape of any other soul they harbor )

SEX: Cis-male.

NATIONALITY: His human form is of Romanian descent.

INTERESTS: Hunting, reading, note-taking, research, protection work, work that involves hunting / potential assassination, undercover work, dancing, exploration of the forest and urban kind, singing, performing, playing saxophone, and being goofy.

PROFESSION: Bouncer at the Gear Shift, Mercenary, Assassin ( retired ).

BODY TYPE: His human form's body type is muscular with a thick, fluffy happy trail and tuft of fur on his chest and tail bone. His Felicid form has a sharp, canine face and a feline body / tail. His mane is super fluffy and soft.

EYES: A calm blue that is rather striking. They're a bit brighter when he's a Felicid.

HAIR: A golden-yellow that's insanely fluffy and a bit dense to the touch. It carries to his human form so he doesn't have natural hair.

SKIN: A pinkish-pale that can tan very easily, and has freckles on his shoulders and butt cheeks.

POSTURE: He carries himself with confidence in a more relaxed posture. It can make him appear to be cocky.

HEIGHT: 6'3" / 2'3"

VOICE: A bright, warm masculine tone that comes more from the throat. He can mimic many different accents– his current one being more of an American west coast vibe, but his Romanian accent does slip now and again.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: At work he wears modified slacks, dress shoes, a muddy, light-blue button up with a dress vest and dark-blue tie. Outside of work he'll wear more hoodies, specifically his black 'moo' hoodie.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: glances at all of Apolo's muses– his canon partner is a true vampire named Lewis. He's a world renowned chef and puts his skills to work at the Gear Shift. He tends to keep to himself but he has dominant, sassy nature that is very alluring.

COMPANIONS: All of his coworkers at the Gear Shift and his brother Xavier. Xavier being his most trustworthy and loved companion.

ANTAGONISTS: The biggest being his ex-wife who is seemingly trapped in a pocket dimension. Otherwise it's extremely rare for Airin to make an enemy since he makes acquaintances out of everyone regardless of moral code.

STRENGTHS: Excellent physical strength and stamina. He has cat-like reflexes in both forms and is proficient in several kinds of hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. His preferred weapons are his modified twin hydra shotguns and twin modified crossbows called his Ragtime Gals. He's also good at swordplay, but even with his weapons he'd prefer a direct approach as a Felicid. He also knows several languages and is a strong reader. With his social and analytic skills being a source of pride.

WEAKNESSES: He's still learning to fully maintain his anger management, and his patience is very thin once it stakes its claim. His fragile mental health is always on the brink of snapping, so the demeanor he carries around others is simply a mask with many cracks. He also doesn't get enough sleep or eats properly to maintain his physical health.

FRUITS: His all time favorite is strawberries! He'll eat any fruit though.

DRINKS: All sorts of teas, and he's banned from drinking apple juice due to a past addiction.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Nothing, he's straight edge.

SMOKES: –

DRUGS: Does catnip count.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Cars are… scary...

Tagged By: @hriobzagelthewanderer and @bleedinghearth ( thanks! )

Tagging: @cablexclub ( for howl! ) . @unfortunatedarling . @ama-tcra-su

[localvoidcat]

some information about my spidersona cause i've been working on this all day:

he's inspired by arachnauts (the term for spiders in space)

their design is based off of the golden silk orb-weaver, one of the spider species to board the ISS

like the spider, void is able to change the color of his webs to blend in better with cosmos surroundings

his mask has eight eyes, and they themself have extra eyes. despite this voids vision isn't the best and cosmo relies on other senses for the majority of his battles

speaking of battles, he doesn't tend to fight the enemies! they aren't much of a fighter, and instead ensnare villains in webs. if the situation calls for an actual fight, he uses this to weaken/trap their enemies before fighting them

his universe is one set in deep space, and because of this it's mostly low/no gravity. some of the villains are actually monsters that were created in the pits of the "void", while others are villains that use technology to their advantage

cosmo uses webs to keep themself tethered, similar to astronauts using tethers while exploring deep space!

they wear their friend's hoodie over their space/superhero suit! it's a comfort item for void

spiders aren't native to his home planet, and the one he was bitten by was one he found on a crashed spaceship. when they were first bitten, they had no idea if it was deadly or not, and it took him several weeks to realize that those are powers and not just side-effects of a spider bite

keeping in line with the males of this species, he's just so lame. he sucks so much. public enemy number one not because he kills people but because he DOESN'T kill people

as mentioned, his home has very little gravity, so traveling to other dimensions and having to get used to not floating was a MAJOR shock for them

[oc-aita]

AITA for forgetting about someone?

To begin, I’m K (F, teen) and I like to do art for fun. I’ve had this digital tablet + pen for as long as I can remember, but for whatever reason, I always found drawing with the digital pen hard. It’s not like I had to use it, so I just used my fingers instead.

One day, I decided to actually use the pen with the tablet, and drew myself with a hoodie on. Imagine my surprise when I look down, and boom. I’m wearing a hoodie! Apparently if I use the pen and the tablet together, whatever I draw temporarily becomes real. The more effort I put into the drawing, the longer it lasts for before vanishing.

I told my friends about it, and they were super excited. I immediately started drawing things for them, and everything was going well. Well, until later.

Now. My memory isn’t the greatest so I unfortunately can’t tell you what gave me the idea to do so, but I used my pen and drew what could best be described as a dark, edgy version of one of my friends. Nothing seemed to happen, but then one day my friends get attacked, and I’m sure you can tell who did it. I didn’t tell them that I had made this guy (who I’ll be calling O). I WAS going to eventually, but my friends had a blast foiling whatever evil plans O came up with and I didn’t want to ruin their fun.

Eventually, we managed to trap O in an alternate dimension after beating him for the umpteenth time. He swears that he’ll get his revenge, yadda yadda. We don’t think about it too much. You see, O would always find a way to cause more trouble regardless of what we did to imprison him, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t leave the alternate dimension. So he just stopped showing up. We had other villains to deal with, so we just sorta…forgot about him.

But as of recently, weird things keep happening to me and my friends and I’m starting to think that it’s O’s doing. I’m talking like suuuper bad luck, some friends going missing or being hurt seemingly at random, and just a general feeling that something bad is going to happen. I don’t have any proof that it’s O, but I remembered him as soon as these things started happening.

A week or so ago I sneak off to the dimension where I left O, and I couldn’t find him anywhere. That means he either vanished (since he WAS a drawing after all) or he got out. I feel a bit guilty leaving my friends in the dark like this, but I liked going on adventures with them and bringing bad guys to justice, even if I made them. AITA?

[the-new-pokespe-futures]

Au 1: Poké Night Funkin

Right, as promised, I’ll tell you what Au this is. It’s the Friday Night Funkin or FNF Au, the reason why I decided to do this is because well, no one has done it and makes me very sad 😞. The Au name is called Poké Night Funkin. In this Au, Wally takes Boyfriend’s role while Lisia takes Girlfriend’s role. At this point, they’re not dating prior, but they confessed their feelings to one another before they returned to their timeline after 10 years of being stuck in that timeline, but they tend to treat each other as siblings or just friends. Alright, time for Wally’s bio:

Wally ‘Keith’ Hatsune

Nickname: Cam

Age: 9 (biologically), 19 (mentally), 36 (chronologically)(I don’t know the full timeline of Pokémon Adventures, but all I can say is that’s he’s 5 years older than Red and Green chronologically and this is just a guess)

Species: Human

Friends: Ruby, Sapphire, Soul(hibernating) (and FNF characters which I’ll explain next time) Lisia (Lover)

Relatives: Hatsune Miku (She ‘adopted’ Wally as her brother), Ritz (In FNF universe), Unnamed Father and Mother, Unnamed Aunt and Uncle, Wanda (cousin)(In Pokémon Universe) Soul (brother)(Both universes)

Status: Alive

Occupation: Pokémon Trainer, Rapper (formerly)

Appearance: Mostly the same as OG Wally, tho sometimes he wears a turquoise hoodie, he also has a few scratches here and there

Personality: Same as OG Wally but at times, he will be more confident and not afraid to save others or when spitting bars, even if it costs him his life (although when facing against strong opponents like Whitty or Sonic.exe, he will get scared but tries to keep a smile)

Next we have his Powers and Abilities:

Being literally taking BF’s role, he has similar abilities:

Cognitohazard (this is briefly explained in the teaser but I’ll go more detail into it) (After training, he’s able to unlock this abilities using his Cognitohazard: Arrow World, Fast Reflexes, Echo, Going Super, Song of Healing, Song mimicry)

High Stamina (he ran from both Sonic.exe and Black on separate occasions during the songs Final Escape and Danger)

High Durability

Reset (Pretty obvious what this means)

Nightmare Mode (this is the one where he is most proficient in, I’ll explain next time if you want)

Immortality

??? (This is said to be his powerful ability, even beyond Nightmare Mode, I don’t know what it is since he didn’t fill me in the details)

Equipment:

Microphone (it’s tied to a rope which is basically like Spider-Man web shooters, and is strapped around his left arm but he holds on his right)

Voice collar (This collar enables him to speak when wearing it.)

Now, a brief summary of him (most likely poorly written):

Most hardcore singers would sing or rap as if their lives are on the line, well in this Wally’s case, it’s quite literal. Being trapped in a different dimension AND being hurled across time and space against his will multiple times AND having many near death experiences and at the same time, having to spit bars, to Wally, the incidents which the dex holders have to face would be a normal Friday night to him. While his adventures are risky or so, he has made many friends and even more enemies throughout his decade of disappearance. Now back in his timeline, he can ‘retire’ from being a rapper and start his dream as a Pokémon trainer, however, since familiar foes have arrived in his timeline after more than a decade to kill him, he has decided to pick up the mic once again, oh and with Lisia cheering him. Now strap in, cuz it’s time to get freaky on a Friday night once again with the duo!

This is again, really long but I don’t exactly know how to write it but it’s the best I can, if you guys want to draw fanart or ask questions or write stories, I’ll allow you. Also, We’ll be covering this Wally Au first, but don’t worry, I’ll explain the other Aus as well. And sorry if this Wally deviates from canon, it’s an Au. Also, if you feel like he’s a bit overpowered, yes he is, he’s considered to be the stronger faction in the Wally Aus, I checked in with one of the other Wallys

“That’s me”

*Turns around* HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!

“You left the door open”

*Realizes that I left the door open* Oh, (Darn it) and BTW, how is training for the dex holders in your Au? (That’s foreshadowing)

“Oh that, they’re still trying to get used to their forms, especially their hybrid forms, it’s a pain, let me tell you that”

Same, teaching others is not my forte, BTW, can you leave now?

“Alright then”

*The person soon left*

Oh! I forgot to mention one thing, while this Wally seems pretty powerful, he was drastically weakened due to an incident when traveloijng back to his timeline so he’s right now, he’s nothing but a former shell of himself. (Poor guy) Anyways, that’s all I have today, this is the-new-pokespe-futures, singing out!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had been following...ok, stalking his bio dad for a while now. He didn't have anywhere to go after Amity blew up and Clockwork just came out of no where almost a week after the initial incident to pretty much say, "Hey! You're adopted! Also you're a clone baby! This is the name and main alias of your parent and here's how you get to your home dimension!" Then he was gone.

Ancients.

Again, its not like he had anywhere to go and he had nothing better to do. So following around his fourteen year old father (his original?) and his scary bat mentor around a gross crime filled city at night seemed better than nothing. It felt kinda wierd calling him dad in his head but at the same time he didn't want to call him anything else. His inner Jazz said it might be his subconscious grasping for any safe or familial connections it can find, but whatever. He'll call him dad. Who will ever know?

He knows Clockwork told him not to interfere with any of the battles here. He was only ever meant to be a fly on the wall (actually he wasn't even supposed to be here but the old stopwatch couldn't really stop him) but it was so frustrating to see this Red Hood guy appear one day and start hurting his dad and not being able to do anything without exposing himself.

But nothing prepared him for the new Robin.

He hated the new Robin. He had everything Danny ever wanted and he chose to treat his family like that? The anger he felt towards RH was nothing compared to what he felt towards the new little bird. Damian would look around whenever he was alone, likely feeling they eyes on him from Phantoms intense glare. Good. He wanted the kid to know he was unwelcome.

Danny may have died at eight and become a superhero, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate another child vigilante if he was given enough reason to. Danny stopped aging after the explosion that ruined his afterlife and his inner Jazz had a lot of theories about that but in reality he knew why.

He had been waiting.

He knew the bats were mortal and one day Batman would be too old to fight and Robin -now Red Robin- would need a protégé of his own, right? Then he'd pop in and reveal himself as Tim Drakes long lost clone son and everything would be perfect.

Damian didn't just put a wrench in those plans. He ruined them entirely! If Batman is replaced by Damian than Red Robin will likely always be a sidekick.

And sidekicks don't need sidekicks of thier own.

So Phantom made it his afterlifes mission to make Damians stay in Gotham as miserable as possible to make him leave. He would make sure Damian would go back to whereever he came from at the first available opportunity, even if he had to possess the whole city to do it.

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Danny took cover with some other kids in a nearby clothing store. The riddler was one of Batmans common rogues and was dangerous. He and the others watched in horror as a third party, likely a gang of some kind that didn't appreciate a hero battle on thier turf, stupidly fired a freaking rocket launcher at the two of them. The projectile missed the mark by a large margin and hit a nearby business tower, sending rubble and debris down of the two fighters. Riddler was quickly pinned while Batman eventually got pinned after a few really cool evasive maneuvers. Red Robin went to assist while Robin went to fight the gang members. A lucky shot from one of the gang members got RR in the leg, sending him down momentarily.

Danny managed to rally the other kids to help dig Batman and Riddler out from where they were trapped by stealing a bunch of black hoodies for them to wear and ripping up a black shirt for them to wear as blindfolds. They could see out of them just fine, but it would hide thier identities from all parties.

Together they rescued the pair and Danny silently rejoiced at helping Red Robin limp away and treat his wound at a safer location. As much as he wanted to let this interaction last, he knew he had to bouce once RR started asking him questions.

Phantom later looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of building material. He had been told before that a ghosts appearance could change based on significant events in thier afterlives. Seeing his former symbol on his chest had disappeared and the smooth crisp edges of the black blindfold that had materialized on his face he knew what had happened. And he knew he would do anything to be with his father again.

His efforts to get rid of Damian intensified.

[jessiarts]

Here's an old concept for a hoodie design I made like forever ago. It’s Rose Tyler and Ten after they were separated and trapped in two different dimensions. Decided to put it on a zip hoodie for obvious reasons…

The idea was more or less: Forever separated and doomed to never to see each other again. (Darn, those zippers can be depressing!) Those who can't read circular Gallifreyan may be wondering what the design in the background says, and I suppose... if it's my last chance to tell you... Rose Tyler...

Oh! Sorry, thoughts got away from me.  It says "Will I Ev- *transmission suddenly cuts out*

*This design does not exist anywhere for sale, for obvious reasons. Though I do think it'd be cool if it did lol*

[e350tb]

Scarred (Amphibia)

It didn’t hurt, but it was still there.

Marcy could feel it under her shirt; the little lump on her chest, one that you could see glowing if she didn’t wear enough layers. Only a select few people knew of it on Earth, and nearly all of them were named Boonchuy. If anyone else asked why she’d wear a hoodie at ninety degrees, she’d just tell them she didn’t feel the heat that much.

The lump didn’t really phase her too much anymore - it was irritating, but she needed it to live, like a magical pacemaker. It was the other ailment that got her.

It seemed like some kind of hackneyed trope from a bad anime or one of the lesser outings of the Disney canon, but she was literally heartless.

There was some… thing, some contraption built in a lab, and it worked quite well. It kept the blood pumping well, probably better than her old heart, but it didn’t beat, and there was something really disconcerting about not having a heartbeat.

It was late evening, and she found herself sitting at the Boonchuys’ garden table, looking up at the sunset. She could faintly hear the TV inside; Hop Pop had gotten Olivia and Yunan into some kind of British soap opera, and Anne, Sprig and Polly were doing something on Anne’s laptop upstairs, but she’d needed some quiet time. It was weird; she’d been entrapped and alone for so long; why would she crave solitude now?

The door opened, and Marcy turned her head. Mrs. Boonchuy had stepped out into the garden, carefully closing the door behind her.

“Marcy, are you sure you don’t want to go inside?” she asked.

“Oh! Uh, hey Mrs. Boonchuy!” replied Marcy, waving nervously. “No, it’s all good, I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?” said Mrs. Boonchuy. “You’re going to be eaten by mosquitoes.”

Marcy brushed a mosquito off her arm. “It’s okay, I can brush ‘em off. Everything’s good!”

Mrs. Boonchuy pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.

“You know, if you ever need to say anything…”

“No, really, it’s good!”

Marcy forced a smile onto her face.

“I mean, your house kinda got turned into a reptile house, and that’s kinda my fault,” she said, “and that’s because I got Anne trapped in another dimension for five months, you know, also my fault, and now all I do is sit around your house feeling sad because my parents bugged out on me, which is also my fault…”

“Marcy.”

Mrs. Boonchuy put a hand on her shoulder.

“You can’t change what happened,” she said. “What’s done is done.”

“I…”

“And don’t ever tell yourself your parents leaving was your fault,” she added.

“I mean, I clearly wasn’t a good enough kid for them to stay…”

“No.” Mrs. Boonchuy’s voice was utterly firm. “They weren’t good enough parents.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“One day I will find and destroy them,” she whispered.

Marcy looked down at the table.

“I don’t deserve this,” she muttered.

“What?”

“I don’t deserve this!” she threw her arms up. “Why are you forgiving me! Why is Anne forgiving me! I’m the one who caused all this! If I’d never opened the box, you wouldn’t have had to go through losing Anne! Olivia and Yunan would still have jobs! Andrias wouldn’t be wrecking half of Amphibia looking for Sasha! Why doesn’t anyone blame me?”

“Marcy…”

“You should hate me! I want you to hate me!” shouted Marcy. “I just… you keep being so nice to me and I don’t deserve it! I just… I just…”

She clutched the edges of the table, gritting her teeth.

“I just wish Andrias had killed me!”

She slammed her head against the table, clutching her head.

“Marcy!”

Mrs. Boonchuy just about tumbled off of her chair, landing on her knees next to Marcy and pulling her straight into a hug.

“Marcy, no,” she whispered, patting her back. “You don’t mean that, please don’t say that.”

“I ruined everything!” Marcy sobbed. “I ruined everything and everyone’s trying to act like it never happened and it’s not my fault, and I just… I feel so guilty and small and stupid, and every time I try to forget about it I have that stupid lump in my chest and that stupid fake heart and…”

“It’s okay, sweetie, just let it all out,” Mrs. Boonchuy whispered.

Marcy gritted her teeth again, her arms frozen to her sides, wanting to hug Mrs. Boonchuy back but completely paralysed.

“I want you to hate me,” she wheezed. “Why do I want you to hate me? Why am I like this?”

“Because you’re hurting,” replied Mrs. Boonchuy. “And it’s okay. We all are.”

“I… but I don’t hurt?” she replied. “Not physically?”

“You don’t have to get a scar to be hurt, Marcy,” said Mrs. Boonchuy.

She leaned out of the hug, running her hand over Marcy’s eyes.

“You did something wrong,” she said. “But you never meant to hurt anybody, and now you’re working to fix it. That’s all anybody can ask.”

Marcy sniffled loudly.

“I’m a bad friend…”

“No.” Mrs. Boonchuy put a finger to her mouth. “I don’t want to hear you calling yourself bad anymore tonight, okay? Because when you say that, you don’t just hurt yourself.”

Marcy looked down.

“I… I didn’t think about how you’d feel when I said that,” she muttered. “Guess I really am heartless.”

Mrs. Boonchuy gently squeezed her wrist.

“Mrs. Boonchuy?”

“You do have a heart, Marcy,” she said. “Feel it?”

She guided Marcy’s other hand to her wrist, pressing her finger about it. She felt the gentle thump of her pulse - ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Marcy smiled gently.

“I guess I do.”

She looked up; the sky had darkened, and she could just about see a spattering of stars through the light pollution.

“Didn’t realise how long I’d been out here,” she said quietly.

“Would you like to come inside and help me with dinner?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

Marcy nodded.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d like that.”

[hiridraws]

jashion show!! template by @artificialdaydreamer

he is cute and i love him

this challenge was kind of tricky to do, the boxes were kind of a challenging dimension for drawing fashion items in. that’s why there are so many sitting ones. ah well

i like Accessories, Formal Wear, and Free space best, i think. Jon looks very beautiful 1) sad and trapped in a new and horrible thing he can’t get out of (remember the trend of drawing people with dangly earrings of the fears they’re associated with? especially elias? that’s the vibe), 2) loving his husband, or 3) loving his husband while also being a horrible sweater thief

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[angrelysimpping]

Stop thinking abt Kylar and go to sleep headcanon dump

(Self harm/bfrb (not sure if it really is but, to be safe), yandere, stalking/ stalking behavior)

Would hand make you small things to wear. Patches, shoelaces, bracelets, hats, socks, hair ties, anything you could want. Wants you to always have something on you that they made

Listens to lo fi

Sometimes relaxes enough to take a nap in the school library, not often tho

Usually very tense. They relax after sex but not for long. Might cry if you offered to give them a massage

Might be interested in giving you a collar or vise versa. Might actually want matching collars. Probably thinks of it in similar terms as a wedding ring

Light, fitful sleeper. Tosses and turns a lot. They have the deepest sleep when sleeping with you. Sleeping with you is also the only time they don't move a lot in their sleep because they're clinging to you

Doesn't remember their dreams often. Will occasionally have a vivid nightmare that they'll jolt awake from. Will go walking the streets hoping to find you when they wake up from nightmares. Might sneak into your room and cuddle you while you sleep. If you’re not there, they’ll just lay in your bed and doze

Most of their clothes are a size too big for them and they'll wear their clothes til they start to fall apart. Has a hoodie that they wear almost everyday, even during the summer

Their bed is basically a blanket nest

Would buy sex toys if you wanted them. More open to having the toys used on them than having the toys used on you

Do NOT give Kylar an energy drink for the love of godd. They will vibrate into another dimension

Feel like Kylar gets nosebleeds easy. They don't even have to have something come into contact with their nose. You'll just look over at Kylar during English class and their nose will be bleeding. They have a packet of tissues out and is obviously trying to stop their nosebleed without drawing too much attention to themselves because they don't want to get sent out of class. If they get sent out they'll have to wait til lunch to see you!

Averages 5 hr of sleep on a good night

Fav Holiday is Christmas. Likes to give presents. Likes to imagine the future where you two are married and have kids, celebrating Christmas as one loving family

The higher their jealousy, the more fidgety they get. While Kylar normally bites at their nails, now it's much more violent. Will also start picking at their nail beds and biting/picking their lips. If you bring it up they'll try to hide it but "You're bleeding Kylar." It'll soothe their fears if you try to help them. Bandage their fingers so they can't pick at them, dab at the blood off their lips, paint their nails so they're less inclined to bite them

Good at organizing. They have to be of they want to keep their shrine room clean. Might have a catalog of everything in their room, just in case they forget what they have. Good at fitting a lot of things into a small space and still have it look presentable

Good with machines! They don't really have to open a machine up to understand how it works. Can tell from sounds where they could hit a machine to make it start/stop. This is mostly inspired by how if you play games with them at the arcade, Kylar will sometimes hit a game cabinet making a bunch of coins fall out. While Kylar is most familiar with the arcade machines. They would be able to figure out other types of machines if given a bit of time

Small enough and flexible enough to reach into vending machines and take things. Doesn't do it often because 'what if they get stuck?!' Will fully try to climb into one if something you bought gets stuck tho, please stop them. The .50 cent snack cake isn't worth you getting trapped in a vending machine Kylar

Someone on the DoL reddit said something abt how they thought it would b cool if Kylar gave you different presents depending on how high their jealousy is with high jealousy = food made with their fluids and I haven't stopped thing abt that. So many ways it could play out! Insinuating you know how Kylar made the food before locking eyes with them and eating it, asking if there's any 'nuts' in it bc u have an allergy (which throws Kylar for a moment bc ofc they know all your allergies and it takes a moment to realize what you mean, causing them to get flustered), eating it and saying how it tastes really good and familiar in a way you can't place. I adore this headcanon

If you don't have a phone, Kylar is going to get you one. Does it come preprogrammed with Kylar's number? Yup. Is there a tracking app pre installed on it? Absolutely. Did Kylar clone your phone before giving it to you? Only for your own safety. This town is rough after all, and you're so lovely. Kylar would be a horrible partner if they didn't keep track of whose trying to contact you. Who knows what someone's real intentions are in this town? Better safe than sorry

Has read every parenting book they can get their hands on. Has spent hours online reading parenting advice blogs

Kylar's handwriting is small and cramped. It takes a while to get used to reading it. They will actively try to make their handwriting clearer during tests so you could copy off them if you wanted. The more excited they are, the harder to read their writing becomes

Kylar believes in luck. It's the only way they can rationalize how they not only met you but are now actually dating you. Will do things to 'strengthen' their luck. Looking for dropped pennies, heads up. Scouring the park for four leaf clovers. Tossing coins into the fountain and wishing on dandelions. Anything they can think of to help keep you close to them

If you disappeared for a while Kylar would freak. They're climbing in your window hoping to find you three times a day. They're creeping through the orphanage straining to hear your voice. They're actually approaching Robin to ask after you. They're following Whitney around just in case Whitney did something to you. They're going into to the pub, even though the place is too loud and makes their skin crawl, to see if Landry can help them somehow. When you finally show back up, Kylar borderline tackles you, asking question after question without giving you time to answer. Will want to know where you were. If it's too traumatic for you to answer, Kylar will get mad. Not at you, no, at the whole town. If they could, Kylar would raise the town to the ground looking for who took you away from them, for who hurt you. Wouldn't leave your side for ages. Even when you go back to the orphanage Kylar would be clinging to you, not even bothering to follow you from a far like normal. If you don't ask Kylar to stay with you they'll reassure you that they'll meet you in the morning to walk you to school. Will then spend the night outside your window. Meets you with bags under their eyes the next morning. Will nap during lunch in the library to make up for their missed sleep. Will keep this up either until you force them too ("Kylar, please, you need to calm down. I'm fine now.") or their body just cannot take it anymore (cue Kylar crashing for 24hr)

Went through a period of time where they just wouldn't talk to anyone verbally. Knows sign language and will you teach you it if you want. Of course, the first thing Kylar would sign to you would be "I love you"

[shimmer-lamp]

So... OC's huh?

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Name: Daniel

Age: 14

He is a anxiety ball that cares much about his 3 friends, he is also the fourth best in his class, not that it matters anyway. He likes to stay at home in his bedroom and just talk to his friends, play videogames and see tumblr.

His favorite food is chocolate, and he has a false bottom in his closet where he keeps a box of chocolates for some days, he also keep some cookies in here (believe it or not, this is gonna be important in future)

He mostly wears oversized hoodies, mostly cats or wolf hoodies. Oh! And also has a fucked up sleep schedule! His room is a mess, but somehow he knows where everything is. He plays the keyboard and is very good at it

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Name: Alex

Age: 14

Alex is Dan's best friend, Dan's house is like his second house now. He is a person that likes cold and very cuddly (this is also gonna be important), he always have a portable phone charger with him and he love pranks!

His favorite food is pizza, and he doesn't like pineapples on it, but has nothing agaisn't it. He does have a box or two in his room that he never put in trash

He mostly wear short pants, and almost always is seem with a hoodie in his waist or neck. He plays the guitar and likes to paint his nails, he somehow convinces Dan do paint it too

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I am problaby gonna make an ask blog for them some time later, but yall can make questions for them in half time!

Just to clarify, they are kinda trapped into Dan's room/a parallel dimension that looks like Dan's room. Until now they have only achieved how to open the bathroom door, but no way out yet. Every door they open only led to another door in the room! Also, everytime they pass by a door, the room stay the same as the last one, except by a chest with some food in it and the chocolate false bottom