#yeah she stabbed someone /hj

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

BNHA 428: This chapter made me annoyed and yet it was still somewhat better than I expected?

Himichako. I like it, it's a good ship- not one I'm crazy about, but the vision is compelling. I mean, the loved girl on hard times who admires honesty but represses her feelings + hunger motifs, and the formerly wealthy and rejected girl who's honest to herself but masks her sadness from others + drinking motifs? Being so similar at their core from selfishness, bleeding love, admiration and imitation? Yeah, why not, sign me up, it looks fun.

(plus Ochako needed a subplot that would shy away from Izuku because oh boi her writing is messy-)

Then the ending annoucement happened and I immediately went "oh no" when I remembered that tidbit. But. Yesterday, I remembered this page from 424, which in hindsight makes sense:

Shoto moving forward and choosing to not dwell on his past anymore, because he wants to know the man he wants to become alongside his family of choice.

Spinner feeling so much grief for Tomura inside his room, his extra Quirks add up to it. Further gut points as it was all because of AFO, but the wrong person is getting the blame.

Ochako looking lost and dissatisfied, not really saying anything about Himiko's status; then her hidden injury which left a scar that'll never go away, nothing can change that.

And then, well, a sky with a chance to fight for a "bright future". Which is the most ambiguous you can get for anything, really, sequel or not.

(sidenote: is it me or the panel where she's touching her stab wound looks like a tangent line?)

Okay so, I went into the chapter, with Pikahlua's translations. It was A Chapter alright-

If it wasn't the antepenultimate chapter, the "filler" would've been welcomed. But I guess it means we should focus on the smaller details, I guess? Like that 1st year saying Izuku filled him with courage and Izuku immediately thinking of Spinner's pain? Yeah he hates himself and that people call him a hero, when he considers himself a murderer, and will never forgive himself for failing Tenko, therapy for him and everyone in Class 2-A please- yeah it was a fun detail. Also the throb of hiding your pain of "defeating" someone you wanted to save but in the end everything is miserable but everyone else is happy and you don't wanna be a bother. Fun.

Also I wasn't the one to point the out, but looking at the uniform (U.A. uniform blazer for boys + the tie with a dot for girls), the student who's a Izuku fan is probably trans/gnc, which I appreciate a lot :D (Damn Izuku attracts so many queer people I wonder if that's a sign- /hj)

Also, I guess Class A stating "[Bakugou], Midoriya and Todoroki were at the heart of it all" then focusing on Ochako is good foreshadowing on how her own battle wasn't fully recorded? It's like saying in the end her fight didn't matter, but the other ones went "well", so she's trying (and slowly failing) to keep her sadness at bay because, well, everyone's happy, so who cares? Another "throb".

I thought since the Todoroki family issues are out in the open, didn't they record the whole thing? Then I re-read it, they only saw the family stopping Touya from exploding. So they didn't see Shoto trying to talk to Touya, which means none of the LoV were humanized. Fuck's sake.

After that, I get focusing on the first years and civilians wanting to help and all, but it feels like a repeat of everything seconds before Jakku, so I assume it's a way for them to pretend things are normal? But not-quite-quoting Katsuki (<- which I will point out for my sake is very much alive and well and- oh boi LFtR will kill me) and Edgeshot here because it made me smile:

"Will you...go back to the way you were?" "I plan to attain something greater than what I was originally!"

So, yeah I suppose he'll be fine eventually. (Best J. really loving Edgeshot even as a worm, honestly, goals)

Again with Izuku remembering saying "[He'll] bring it all back" and apologizing for "not keeping his promise" and others telling him to not blame himself and they can reconstruct as many times as it takes. Again, gave me a little smile, but not for long-

Finally, Ochako pretending things are fine. Hello there, Sports Festival/Provisional License!Ochako I missed you- /hj (I miss the dorms era in general, actually.)

So... *sigh* Full disclosure: I wasn't looking forward to Himichako as we were getting 5/10 pages for the "conclusions" in the previous two, I thought Ochako would be off about Himiko being depressed about the League. But since she's MIA, red flags are now red herrings, and it's better than the dead outcome. If Ochako got another person dying in her arms that'd just break her character.

A blood transfusion takes hours, she couldn't been doing that for more than 20min, if it was gonna kill anyone it'd be Ochako. Either Himiko ran away or got arrested, and Ochako feels guilty because she doesn't know if she's dead or not. Not great, but until I see a corpse she ain't dead. Besides: Touya, Shoto, Edgeshot, Katsuki, Toshinori, Ochako herself, all physically hurt unlike her, and yet they live.

And then we have Izuku showing up. I'm upset he used OFA embers for this, but eh, it's Izuku, do I expect anything else?

Rolling with the assumption Himiko died (like our POV characters), Izuku would need to face his own failure in Ochako- Failed to save two people like she failed Himiko, but it'd be so. Empty. Ochako was true to herself, while Izuku gave nothing but "I want to save that crying kid" while fighting Tenko. The most they can do is bond with "failing" and "this isn't what we fought for". This is not really a moment where he can be a shoulder to cry on, it'd come across as hypocritical /neg.

The only way it could make sense it without being shallow on Mr. Control = Repress Your Heart's part (as he didn't open up to the two people who died in "his watch") is Ochako telling how Himiko loved yet seeing him repressing this part of his is idiotic? She likes people who are true to themselves, which Izuku hasn't been for ages, leading to him realizing something. I thought it'd be through a DvsK3 but. I'll take it, two chapters left, I just want his thoughts (and for them to talk but that can happen in the last one).

They only recorded Shoto stopping Touya from being a suicidal bomb, Ochako floating a bunch of Twice!Himiko clones and Izuku entering a coccon, popping out armless, getting them back, punching Tenko to death. The "I want to save [them]" wasn't registered, it makes sense they're (well, Izuku and Ochako mostly) weirded out about this, dissatisfied like most readers are (sidenote: why when it comes to the trio either Ochako or Shoto get sidelined? So much could tie their stories together and yet-)

It's still a tough pill. I'm not a villain stan, just wondering if those fights were for nothing- the humanity of Tenko and Himiko? Can't be proved for anyone else, since they weren't recorded.

And I don't know if anyone saw the same thing, but those "city lights" look like the bubbles from Ochako's awakening, maybe we'll get a Blackwhip or Entrance Exam callback? Maybe it's what the tagline meant by "hidden feelings", since she unlocked it to reach Himiko and doesn't think anyone would understand why. I hope it's just a nice visual though.

If Himiko is truly dead though... You know, I headcannoned the characters were telling the story through confessionals/recordings to register it to the world so they'd learn from that, but I guess the interviews Aizawa was talking about seemed more likely, which. Well it's something, but I thought it'd be everyone instead of just Class A. Idk. The idea the LoV didn't change anything, or that they did change things but don't get to see it, is bitter.

So uh. Yeah, those are my thoughts. I'm not sure how to feel about it, on one hand I want Izuku to finally open up but on the other, it feels like it'll be at Himiko and Ochako's expense by involving him in something that's theirs now. And there's a chance we'll get the "nothing is fine" from Ochako- god I'm fearing the discourse next week already :DDDD

... Man, and this is a bad timing to be in the fandom, considering the LFtR episode airs this Saturday (which will be yesterday by the time this post goes up and I'll be crying about that instead-), so uh. Yeah, this fandom will be emotionally devastated for two reasons XD

Okay, so I'll try ending this on a more optimistic note: I think Himiko is alive, and Ochako just doesn't know it, which is why we're getting 0 confirmation and a breakdown. Izuku's confrontation with her can make or break this plot, but as long as 1) we acknowledge the emotional, different stakes between the Himichako fight and Tenko vs. Izuku one and 2) it doesn't end in a confession (and let's be real, it won't), then we're probably good (sadly, if you disregard the LoV status). I still think it's an ass pull for the camera battery to go out though.

But no matter how this goes: C'mon, two chapters left now, this one was wasted on the first years, smh, let this sequel hopium be a reality I wanna know who's the 425 guy, not the poor first year who's gonna replace Shindo Yo in fanfics- /hj

[meliskindachildishlol]

If the monster machine gang was in a horror movie, who is most likely to be the first one killed and who would the final survivor be ?

I think the very first ones would to die would be...:

Darington - He looks like the type who'd either sacrifice himself or would be impulsive enough to unconsciously get himself in a trap and realize when it's too late.

Crusher - OKAY, don't jump at me for this, but I think he'd be the one to try to save his own ass out of fear but karma would soon come and get him.

Starla - Would try and protect someone, which she does, but loses her life in the process.

I am also HELLA tempted to say Blaze because I like to think of a dramatic scene where the remaining ones of the gang manage to escape the killer but then Blaze pulls the "btw I got stabbed" move where he gets his hand off of his stomach to reveal the bleeding wound and then fall to the floor while AJ wails and tries to help him but it's already too late... yeah. 💔

Anyway, the very last one would be Pickle. Why? Because he's Pickle, that's why. /hj (Jokes aside, he looks like he would be the one who is secretly intelligent enough to outsmart the killer.)

[opossum-writes]

The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 6

“So Wrong, So Right.”

A/N: another fade to black. Idk, it felt natural. It’s near the end of the chapter, so feel free to skip. I’ll add a pepper emoji to it and the previous fade to black later bc i’m lazy lol /hj

WC: 2247

~~

It’s late, but the camp couldn’t be more awake. It’s lit up by torches and a campfire, and almost every is walking around and mingling with a goblet of wine in their hands. The tieflings the group helped have joined their camp for a night to celebrate.

Grommash and Lae’zel are standing side by side, far away from everyone. They’re talking, but too far away for anyone to hear. Grommash is only comfortable speaking to Lae’zel, for now. Ellios and Karlach are dancing together, and Wyll and Gale are chatting about different spells and books. Adonis and Adrien are sat on a broken log, talking and laughing together.

“Remember that time you brought a raccoon home? Mum and dad were horrified!” Adonis chuckles, and Adrien laughs. “I begged them to let me keep ‘im! I named him Scruffy. He told me he was happier outside, so I let him out.” Adrien smiles. “I think that day was when I realized you were going to be a ranger. You’ve always been close to nature.” Adonis says, his smile beaming with pride.

“Yeah, I guess so. I can’t picture myself as anything besides a ranger. Perhaps a druid.” Adrien shrugs. “Remember the time I accidentally cut my finger off playing five finger filet?” Adonis asks, and Adrien nods. “Mum had to reattach it with a thread and needle and cast cure wounds on it.” Adrien adds. “Yeah, she did…” Adonis trails off. Adrien looks across the camp at Shadowheart. Her green eyes sparkling with joy as Ellios tries to teach her how to dance. She let her hair out of her ponytail. It’s long, and wavy. She looks beautiful.

Adrien smiles softly at the view, without realizing it. “You fancy her, don’t you?” Adonis chuckles, nudging his cousin with his elbow. “What? No, I detest her.” Adrien corrects. “I don’t think you hate her as much as you wish you do. Ask her to spend time with you. In private.” Adonis suggests. “I’m more scared of her saying yes than her saying no. If she says yes, and we start dating, what will everyone think? A sharran and a selûnite. That relationship would be destined to fail. And what would Selûne think? She’d probably abandon me. My goddess would hate me forever, no doubt.” Adrien sighs.

“Adrien, seriously. Almost all of us have mindflayer tadpoles in our heads that will turn us into soulless monsters that wreak havoc everywhere. You’ve got an unknown number of days left to live. You’ve don’t want to die without knowing love.” Adonis says, and pats him on the shoulder. Adrien thinks for a moment, before sighing. “I hate that you’re right.” He says, and walks over to Shadowheart, who is now drinking wine by herself. “Well, hello there, Shadowheart. Come here often?” Adrien attempts to flirt with her. Years of living alone certainly hasn’t made him a very charismatic person.

“Yes, actually. We are practically living at this camp, you idiot.” Shadowheart chuckles. “Huh. I was expecting you to snap at me and tell me to sod off.” Adrien smirks. “Jury’s still out.” Shadowheart takes a sip of her wine. “Would you like get away from here tonight?” “I know a spot where we can drink wine, away from all the noise.” The two of them make the same offer at the same time. Shadowheart giggles. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ve still got the bottle i’ve been saving for someone special. I can grab it from my tent and you can tell me where this secret spot of yours is.” Adrien laughs softly.

“Sounds good. Be warned, however. If you try anything, anything at all, I will not hesitate to stab you.” Shadowheart warns, and Adrien jokingly salutes. “I’ll see you later, then?” Shadowheart asks, a slight smile on her face. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Adrien smiles back.

He walks back over to Adonis, and sits back down next to him, still smiling. “It went well, I take it?” Adonis chuckles. “Yeah. It did.” Adrien replies, and Adonis starts to nudge his elbow. “Look at you! Adrien, king of flirting.” Adonis teases. “Oh, shut it, you little prick.” Adrien laughs. Adonis stops nudging him. “I’m happy for you, mate. Enjoy the date. You’ve earned it, after saving all these lives. It’s so rewarding to see their faces light up with hope after helping them.” Adonis says, looking at all the tieflings partying.

“I guess so. I’ve never exactly been much of a hero. Unless it’s an animal in need, then I always try to save them.” Adrien explains. “That’s how you found Lucian, right?” Adonis asks, and Adrien smiles. “Yeah! I’m surprised you remembered. He was caught in a hunter’s net. He was real angry, which was understandable. He was scared. I let him out, and he flew off, only to return the next day. He’s been loyal ever since.” Adrien explains. After a couple more minutes of chatting between the two cousins, Adonis decides to wander about the camp and mingle.

A certain tiefling catches his eye. He’s never seen them before, and he definitely wasn’t from the grove. He’s standing off to the side, practically hiding from everyone. He had a fearful look in his eyes, and an ever-so-subtle glint of… darkness. He was tall. Taller than Karlach and Adonis. He looked around six foot and seven inches. He had a lot of muscle to him, as well as various scars across his arm.

His horns curved slightly backward, and had blue bases and white tips. His hair was long, and wavy, and was bright blue as well. His skin was an icy light blue, with pale white patches. He had well maintained stubble on his face, which matched his hair in color. His eyes were a bright, glowing red, with dark red, almost black looking scleras. He had dark blue freckles all over him. He had silver scales across his face.

Based on his garb, he seemed to be a sorcerer. And by the look of his scales, he was one with a draconic bloodline. He had a scar across his lip and another across his left eyebrow. He gripped his quarter staff tightly. “Oi, are you alright there, mate?” Adonis asks him. The tiefling turns to him quickly, but relaxes when he sees a genuine look of concern on Adonis’ face. “Who are you?” The tiefling asks, his voice shaky and nervous. “Adonis Gunnar. Don’t worry, I mean you no harm. What’s your name?” Adonis asks, slowly stepping toward him.

“The Dark- I mean… Alekzarr Tauros… I think.” The tiefling, Alekzarr, replies. Adonis looks at up at the man, confused. “You think? You’re not sure?” Adonis asks. “I’m not very sure of anything, right now. I woke up on a mindflayer ship, with a tadpole in my brain. I’ve been sleeping nearby your camp for the last few days. I-I should have turned by now, but I haven’t.” Alekzarr rambles anxiously.

Now that Alekzarr mentions his delayed ceremorphosis, Adonis and everyone else infected at camp should’ve transformed days ago. “Same here. Look, i’ve got some friends in camp who have the same problem as you. I think you should join us. We’ve been looking for a cure.” Adonis offers. The tiefling looks down at him, before hesitantly walking toward him. Suddenly, they both start having terrible headaches, and they get a look into each other’s minds.

Blood. So much blood. All coming from a mangled corpse of a human. Alekzarr’s hands shaking, covered in the blood of the corpse. Then running. So much running. Running from himself and what he’d done.

Then it stops, and Adonis is back in his own mind again. Adonis quickly pulls his sword and presses the tip of the blade to Alekzarr’s chest. “Explain what I just saw. Why did you kill them?” Adonis asks, his voice lower than usual. “I didn’t want to… I swear! I just… woke up, and there they were. The blood was on my hands, but I had no recollection of it. It was like… some kind of urge took over me, and my actions were no longer my own.” Alekzarr explains.

Adonis hesitantly puts his sword away. “I believe you. If you try anything, your heart will meet my blade.” Adonis threatens. “I won’t.” Alekzarr says. “Go to camp.” Adonis commands, and Alekzarr practically runs into camp, away from Adonis.

~~

It’s even later, and the tieflings have left. Excluding Karlach and Alekzarr, of course. Everyone besides Adrien and Shadowheart have fallen asleep. Adrien is in his tent, doing what he can to look nice for his date. He’s decided to let his hair down for once. Instead of his armor, he’s wearing a nice white tunic and black trousers.

Once he’s done, he steps out of his tent, holding the bottle of wine he’d been saving. He was expecting Shadowheart to be in her tent still, but he was proven wrong. As soon as he stepped out, the first thing he saw was Shadowheart waiting for him. Her hair was still down, and instead of her usual outfit, she was wearing black form fitting trousers and a black tight shirt. Her collar stopped above her abdomen, revealing her soft, pale skin.

The shirt had no sleeves, and was adorned by different pieces of silver. It fit her perfectly. She made Adrien’s hands start shaking, and all confidence leave him as soon as he saw how gorgeous she looked. “I- uhm… I’ve got the wine.” Adrien says, chuckling nervously. “Good. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Shadowheart smiles. “Follow me. And keep your eyes to yourself, I can tell when you’re staring.” Shadowheart says, and turns away from him and starts walking. Adrien followed after her, his eyes stuck on the ground. Every so often, he’d look up to look at her, then quickly look back down.

Eventually, Shadowheart stops walking and sits down near the edge of a cliff. The view is stunning, and you can see the stars clear as day. Although, theres only one beautiful view Adrien is focused on.

He takes a seat beside Shadowheart, with cheeks almost as red as Karlach. He outs down the two goblets of wine, and pours wine into both. “So… tell me about yourself. Besides tadpoles, and besides Selûne.” Shadowheart says, smiling softly at the ranger. “Well, I grew up between Baldur’s Gate and Rivington. My mother was an elf, and my father was a human. I was raised alongside Adonis. His father was my uncle on my father’s side.” Adrien explains, and Shadowheart looks at him, her attention on him and him only.

“I was raised in a hidden cloister beneath Baldur’s Gate. I don’t remember much besides that.” Shadowheart says, and Adrien looks at her, confused. “Why not?” Adrien asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. “I had my memories taken from me. It’s normal for Sharrans to have their memories taken before a mission.” Shadowheart explains.

“That sounds awful. But, I’ll reserve my judgment. We’re not here to debate our goddesses character, we’re here to get to know each other.” Adrien sighs. “Thank you, Adrien.” Shadowheart smiles. “Now, I think it’s about time for a toast, what do you say, Adrien?” Shadowheart smiles, holding up her goblet. Adrien smiles back, and holds his goblet up as well. “To us.” Adrien says, and they both take a sip of wine.

“And what would ‘us’ entail, hm?” Shadowheart asks, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m… not sure. Do you have something in mind?” Adrien replies, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, I do…” Shadowheart trails off, her eyes wandering down to Adrien’s lips. “Oh, yeah? And what is it?” Adrien replies, looking down at her lips, subconsciously moving closer. Silence washes over the two of them. In this moment, there is not anything more important. It is just Shadowheart and Adrien. No tadpoles, no goblins, no one else. Just them. And that’s all that matters right now.

Shadowheart leans in, and the two become aware of how close they are. They can feel each other’s breath. There is less than an inch of empty space between their lips. “This is wrong, isn’t it?” Adrien breaks the silence. “Very wrong…” Shadowheart replies. The tension in the air is so thick. The mutual desire over the past few days has finally lead to this. It’s wrong, and they both know that. This relationship would never work. “It feels… very right, though.” Shadowheart says. “Very.” Adrien agrees. Shadowheart’s head is begging her to pull away. This man is not worth her faith. But she doesn’t. Her heart is beating like a war drum in her chest.

But… it doesn’t stop her from slamming her lips into Adrien’s. He kisses her back with the same ferocity, and wraps his arms around her waist as she climbs into his lap, knocking over their wine. That doesn’t stop them, though. Shadowheart grabs a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulls him closer to her. Adrien lets out a low groan as Shadowheart’s move from his to his neck as she bites and nibbles at his neck, leaving dark bruises in her wake.

Shadowheart moves her hands from his hair to his tunic and rips it open by the collar. She moves back to his lips, and continues kissing him. Adrien bites her lip slightly, and she gasps softly, but keeps going anyway. These two are in for a very long night…

[thefishinyourwalls]

yap time about some silver headcanons + head canons for murderdrones!silver and portal!silver because yeah why not. all relationship related stuff I take from a selfshipping perspective but you can take it whatever way you want!

‼️ My head canons for him can be… very different than his canon attitude. If I say something that would be completely off from his canon personality (spe or gameverse) then you can yell at me all you want. but still. My thoughts. ‼️

(Normal) Silver:

- As little as he’d like to admit it, he can get a bit protective of his friends/significant other/family (mainly blue [f]) He’s in no way so protective that people can’t go off and have their own lives, simply just in a cautious way. He wouldn’t want anyone he loves to be hurt.

- If, by chance, someone he loves does get hurt, oh boy he’d be pissed. That man would go a long way to protect someone, and no- no he wouldn’t kill them. Couldn’t, even. But he’d want to.

- On the topic of prev… No matter how much he hates a person, he wouldn’t dare hurt someone to a hospitality amount. In the past, he would have and he regrets that. Kinda contradicting to previous I KNOW but like idk. My brain is weird like that.

- Silver has a lot of resentment for himself in the past. I’ve merged his gameverse and spe personality’s into my headcanon, and his gameverse counterpart was a lot less mature and younger version of him. He would willingly shove away people as a way to cope with the abandonment of his father.

- His interests in fandoms probably include: Proteam Omega, Murder drones (projecting my fixation onto him/hj), vocaloid (he would be a huge teto enthusiast, they both look similar and idk he’d just find her cool), Transformers, Greek mythology. (He tried epic the musical but didn’t like it. He isn’t big on musicals) (He’s also a minor fan of Portal- blame me for that one lol. Though it didn’t stick as much as Murder drones for him.) [Holy shit I just projected my love of robots so much into this]

- The first time you meet him and before he gets to know you, he’ll be really quiet. Like, really. But as you get to know him more and more, he’ll gradually open up more and start to become really loud. His voice at natural isn’t really the type to be loud- his voice is low but powerful- though he’ll find out ways to be loud. (I’m just projecting myself so much onto him- 😭)… His laugh is also genuine(?) Like, how some laughs naturally sound a bit forced. His laugh is like, you can tell he finds it funny.

- His sneasel was a gift from his s/o. In my case me, but with anyone you’d imagine. Gold? Anyways. Sneasel doesn’t ever leave his side. She’s as protective of her trainer as he is to his people. (Sneasel is female.)

-5’7”

- OOO! Can’t forget, he’s Bi! He has a preference for women but he’s liked men in the past.

MurderDrone!Silver

- He’s one of the most violet Dissasembly drones. He can get the job done with the flick of his claws, and the stab of his tail. G (Gold) and C (Crystal) are good too, but he’s the best.

- His name isn’t a letter. It’s Silver. He was picked up by the JC Jenson corporation as a young worker drone driven with a bitter resentment towards other worker drones for abandoning him. Somehow he was pitied enough to be changed into a Dissasembly drone, but the name “S” had never stuck. So he kept calling himself Silver

- He’s dating a worker drone, even if he has a bitter resentment towards them. It started off as a “playing with your food” sort of thing, but… He started to know the drone, and figured out they were like him. A worker drone abandoned and spat upon by their fellow “workies”, and he finds it to be pitiful… and maybe he feels bad. Just maybe. And maybe that’s why he started to have feelings for them.

- Still got that sneasel! This time it’s a robot sneasel though… cuz murder drones lol. Similar case to normal silver’s sneasel- loyal as hell to its owner! It can speak in a similar way to the Key-Bugs in the actual MD series. A series of texts! It’s also as good at killing as silver…. They’re a scary duo.

-5’0”

Portal!Silver

- He’s got a spesific transfer tool to change from a Core to a Human version of himself, similar to the one in blue sky! Any damages he takes in either form will transfer other to the other.

- HES HEAD OF APERTURE!!! The power didn’t nearly get to his head as much as Wheatley did, and he’s fully concious of himself even as head of aperture. When he starts doing tests is when he gets that weird adrenaline boost, and he’s told himself to not. As head, he can also freely disconnect himself at will. If he wants to take a walk or just not be in the chassis, he hands it over to a true neutral core. The core dosent have feelings nor is it sentient, simply just programmed to run the place through autopilot.

- Sneasel in this AU(?) is just about the same as his normal one. She still loves her owner deeply, whether or not he’s head of a science facility.

- HALF ROBOT BABYYYYY!! In his android form. His left eye resembles his core self to represent that, along with some techy-ish other stuff. I’ll post reference sheets eventually for both.

- 5’8”

OKAY. SO.

That’s all I’ve got. If you’ve got any questions, feel free to ask me! I’m really sorry if these are cringe. I just really wanted to vent my headcanons out of the way lmaoo

[battydora]

question for shimori! has she stabbed anyone ever, and if so, what were the circumstances behind it?

Oh yeah, definitely, as a pro she normally would have to injure her opponents in order to capture them, she mainly uses her quirk (creating ink spikes and launching them towards her enemies), I think that counts as stabbing?

➥ My job is to capture villains and save citizens, I am not obligated to lethally injure my opponents. However, I once found myself cornered by multiple dangerous villains on a mission in Osaka, five years ago. I considered self defense the right choice back then, otherwise those villains would've killed me.

[secretcasanova]

BSD PM!BOYS REACTING TO GN!Y/N THAT CAN TURN INTO SPIDER

Characters: Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, Chuuya Nakahara

Word Count: 1312k

Warnings: Spider, slight description of it? I don't know technically the reader making them disgusted

Authors note: I can't believe my friend, she could've requested something else but no, its the spiders, and it's honestly freaky when you think about that one giant... yeah. But hey if you don't like spiders or has a fear of it, I don't really encourage tou reading this not unless you can somewhat handle it to some extent, but still, just warning ya!!

SFW // Slight crack??

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

To think that this man has a fear? over something little? You gotta be kidding me then because he'd still kill those ants(if it wasn't for Atsushi telling him not to kill "anyone" for like, how long? Then him taking it seriously /hj)

You were an enemy- he's more confused on why is there a ginormous creature roaming around the Yokohama and destroying one of the PM's properties? He would still complain if it's Atsushi but he well know that he doesn't have a heart to do that.

Akutagawa realizes that it could be another ability user, because now creature could just target their property for no absolute reason. He doesn't believe that one specific report; "the ginormous beast" one.

There was a time where you turned into a small spider then followed Akutagawa to the headquarters, you were already aware of his prescence as the Port Mafia's dog after all(he almost killed you too while you were in that state to be honest, but managed to retreat to one of the little spaces where he can't reach you).

A little bit time skip, where Akutagawa entered this one warehouse alongside with Higuchi as per usual, telling him to be slightly more silent while he also tell her to shut up as well. When the two reached this one specific place- it has an awful lot of cobwebs and all of those dead rotten corpse's were fully wrapped around by your webs (Don't ask me how you exactly do those, I won't answer it)

Higuchi was already muttering incoherent nonsense when there was a huge shadow looming over the two- again he told her to shut up before finally looking at his back only to see a giant beast with two tagmata, eight giant legs thay were crawling on the ground while it makes a sound, then those little crimson eyes with the warehouse light illuminating it to make it seem like it's glowing in the dark

It was actually more terrifying, especially if its up close.

Akutagawa immediately used his Rashoumon to try and tear that disgusting vile creature apart- being a little pest you are you turned back to your human form for a brief second after it nearly stabbed your main body of the spider, then later on engaged in a battle with the two

You realized that you can't just keep hold of them forever, most of Akutagawa's actions were impulsive but you really did forgot this one woman he was with, then eventually landed a tranquil dart to your shoulder

"C-cheater..!" You snarled at the man in black in front of you, before your vision fully blackened out.

Let's say you got held as a captive by the PM while being interrogated by him, you eventually admitted that you were only commissioned by some of the group to mess with the PM

Mori thought that you'd make a great asset to them, so he eventually offered you the position in the PM- it's up to you whether to decline it or not

If you eventually accept it, you'd annoy Akutagawa every now and then (and also scare Higuchi), even if the two of you are paired up in the missions

If not, Mori would try to rearrange and have a contract between you both, who wouldn't want someone great as you?

In the end of the day, he'd usually shoo you away but now he doesn't, he would still hit you as you fight him back, it all started from a small fight to a huge mess.

Kouyou or Chuuya would probably kill you both if you kept on doing this.

Chuuya Nakahara

He has a huge pride and ego, there are some of the other things he still hides and feign it with his assertiveness and pride

Like, maybe this man hates of spiders- depends. He can handle those all fair and square(yeah sure until you give him a tatantula)

You are a newly recruit of the PM, said to have no ability(or in other words you asked Mori to not have it shown on your records after paying your debts to... him.) and you were put as Chuuya's subordinate

Nothing new, he thought. It would be just the same thing, he really thought. Which that's the part where all of his assumptions are wrong and ended up regretting it in the later parts- he did train you and taught you some basics and all, sure.

There was also a time where you got curious and decided to become a little spider, then spy him on his office— it was rather a boring experience because all he does is to drown on his paperworks, you tried your luck by heading to the empty side of his desk and do a little spider dance

This stupid bit went on until he was going to grab something on the other side, then saw the "spider" dancing in his desk before staring at it for a long lloooong time. (He probably flinged you, at least he didn't try to squash you)

At the same time of your recruitment ever since, he's getting the reports of this "Ginormous Beast" or whatsoever- a person that turns into a giant spider? he cringes by the thought of that

So one day when he's having a small chat with you, he suddenly brought that topic up while you were drinking some water.

"Do ya believe this one report? About the legendary spider beast or whatever? 'cause I don't."

You definitely choked on your drink while he stared at you weirdly.

"I don't wanna encounter them, that's for sure."

Because you ARE them lmao

So maybe one day where the two of you were sent out on a mission to retrieve this one particular information, you got seperated from him to handle with some certain situations, you were assigned to retrieve it while he fights the others

But the enemy's reinforcement are coming from every sides, felt like an endless wave to you so you decided to use your spider form then scared a bunch of freaks. Some ended up dead- you even made a cobweb and made them stuck on the web you made

Some of them are running for their lives yelling that the "Beast" is in this area, the other's eventually retreated

You basically thought it would be fun to scare Chuuya so you tried go over to his back, yet again the shadow looming iver him before snapping his hear to the back

Again, completely frozen- almost as if he's like he's trying to process the whole situation before grimacing by the sight of this

"I don't want to deal with ya."

Is what he said before a red aura appeared in him- you knew he activated his ability so you tried to run away but eventually ended up getting stuck on the ground, forcibly causing you to return back to your human state

"ow—"

"Y/N?!"

Again, hes bewildered and terrified(he won't admit that outloud) befote scolding you beforehand about that whole situation, he'll ask you the ability thing tomorrow so be prepared

For now, you were having fun getting a reaction from him, a disgusted one rather.

[astronomical-bagel]

What was yhs ever about?

I mean it felt like a lot but also not?

Okay i am NOT a good person to ask if ur looking for like. a coherent summary so ur gonna get a lot of weird thoughts from me ajdsj

basically, Sam was the main protagonist (??? i have no idea how he feels like. the antagonist to me but. we'll go with it ig) and its like. high school drama but with a lot of What The Fuck factors. like riverdale. (/hj) he asks a girl (yuki?? i think her name is yuki. yeah i just checked her name is yuki) out to prom because she liked his friend and co-protagonist Taurtis.

At prom, he.. did something bad, i believe, and yuki chased him around with a knife. He didn't actually like her at all, but her dad made them get together i think (?? very dubious on this one) anyways, yuki liked him after than, dont ask me how that happened all i know is that she really liked him.

Yuki became like.. Sam's pet girlfriend basically, and whenever someone did something he didn't like he would send her to stab them. That's why its called the Yandere High School.

Other than that??? I don't remember and huge plots. The yakuza was a big deal i think. Yuki might've become the yakuza boss?? Majo Ellen was also involved in the yakuza i think. Also, Grian got possessed by a book at one point? WAIT!! there were also aliens. someone mentioned aliens once i am very sure of this point.

yeah like i said this is incoherent but i hope at the very least this reawakened childhood memories in someone lol

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Stab Deterrent

More of my own ideas...sorry :P I have to write them to get them out of my head.

Peter gets stabbed and requires the assistance of Dr. Cho and her cell regenerating device to heal. What follows makes Peter never want to get stabbed ever again.

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Peter got hurt pretty often, what with being a superhero and all. High hospital bills and painful wounds were an occupational hazard that simply came with the job. But this evening—this injury—was different.

Tony had been dicing tomatoes in the kitchen when he got the ping from FRIDAY—an alert triggered by the vitals monitor in Peter’s suit. It was the kind of thing he’d come up with and installed but hoped would never be required. But Peter, being Peter, meant the utilization of the sensor far more often than to Stark’s liking.

“What did he do this time, FRIDAY?” Stark sighed, twirling the knife through the air. “Swallow a bomb? Pound seven Monster energy drinks in under a minute?”

“Peter Parker has been stabbed in the abdomen,” FRIDAY replied. “He’s losing blood fast and needs immediate medical attention.”

The knife dropped from Tony’s hand and clattered against the granite countertop, his playful attitude disintegrating in an instant. He was suited up in seconds, heart hammering in his ears, a line of sweat breaking along his brow. “W-where is he? How fast can I get to him?”

“Creating a flight path now.”

He was barely conscious when Stark arrived. He’d been gutted by some psycho, who was stuck to the wall in front of Peter beneath a large glob of webbing, the bloody dagger still gripped in his fist. Tony dropped to the asphalt and rushed to Spider-Man’s aid, lifting his head up with a hand under his chin. “Kid? Kid, are you okay? It’s Tony. Can you hear me?”

The eye lenses on his mask fluttered open sluggishly. It took a moment for his vision to focus on the terrified face in front of him. The world spun and his side ached. His voice came out weak and coarse, like he’d been gargling gravel. “Mis’r Stark…?” he murmured, whimpering quietly and gripping his wound tighter. From the ribcage down, Peter’s suit was soaked in blood.

“I got you,” Tony assured him, breathless with fear, sliding one arm under his knees and another around his back. “You’re gonna be fine, okay?”

Peter simply groaned in response. Once the kid was tucked safely against his chest, Stark blasted off the ground and soared above the skyline.

Tony had alerted Dr. Cho to prepare her tissue-building device for an emergency procedure. By the time Iron Man was standing outside of her office with the injured kid in tow, the machine was ready for him. The doctor and her team carted him away, and Stark was forced to wait in the lobby.

It was two hours before he got any news. Two hours of pacing, worrying, biting his nails. When the doors finally creaked open, Tony flew to his feet.

“Is everything okay? What happened? How is he?”

The young nurse smiled fondly upon the concerned billionaire, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Everything is fine, Mr. Stark. The boy was given a blood transfusion and fluids, and he is in the final stages of the tissue repairing operation. His insides are fully healed; all that’s left is the epidermis.”

Tony allowed himself to breathe for the first time in what felt like days. He laid a hand over his chest and bowed his head. “Oh, thank God. I thought…I was so afraid that…” He combed his fingers through his hair, puffing out his cheeks. “Thank you. All of you.”

“Of course,” the nurse said cheerfully. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Although, I have to tell you: we are having a bit of trouble completing these last layers of operation.”

Stark clenched his jaw. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“There’s no need to be alarmed,” the nurse insisted. “Peter is fine, I promise you. The only problem is that Mr. Parker is awake now, and we can’t seem to get him to stay still enough for the device to heal his skin correctly.”

Tony’s terror transformed into confusion. “What, is it hurting him or something?”

The nurse shrugged. “He won’t say. But the operation is supposed to be painless. A soft tingling sensation is the only thing patients have reported feeling.” He nodded at the door. “We were actually hoping you might come back here and help us try to keep him still.”

Tony blinked. Why wasn’t the kid cooperating? He was normally so eager to please, and he’d never been a problematic patient in the past. “Uh, sure,” he said eventually. “I’d definitely like to see him.”

The nurse smiled and led him down the hall. Two left turns later, and they were in the operating room.

Three people in blue scrubs occupied the small space. One was typing something into a desktop computer, the other was looking through a clipboard full of papers, and the third was messing with the short arm that hung above the table in the center. The table that Peter was laid out on, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and looking a little red in the face.

“Peter?” Tony called, hurrying to his side. The kid glanced up at him sharply, and he swore the red darkened a little.

“Oh, Mr. Stark!” he greeted him. He sat up slightly, clearing his throat. “Um, hi.”

“Hey,” he sighed back, patting his shoulder. “You gave us all a real scare there, kiddo. Probably shaved a few of my waning years off.” He gave his arm a small squeeze. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled shyly. “Sorry. It was a stupid mistake, I promise. Won’t let it happen again.” He lifted hjs gaze. “Thank you—you know, for helping. ”

Stark’s eyes wandered down to the kid’s torso, where the only remnant left of the stab wound was a small patch of bright pink flesh. It looked like someone had branded a perfect rectangle into his belly.

“The nurse said you’re not staying still for the last leg of the procedure,” Tony said, noticing the immediate shift in Peter’s expression. “You want to tell me what that’s about? He said this wasn’t supposed to hurt.”

Peter turned away from him and rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. “No, it’s not…not that,” he stammered. “It’s fine, Mr. Stark. I’ll, um, be still.”

“What is it, then?” he prodded. “You have to tell the doctor what’s going on, Pete. If it really does hurt, then—”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted, looking anywhere but him. “I just—I’ll come find you once I’m done, okay?”

Stark narrowed his eyes at the kid. Why was he being so dodgy about this? He was acting like he was guilty or embarrassed about something. “Yeah, no,” he finally said, crossing his arms against his chest. “I think I’ll stay until the procedure is finished, just to make sure this ‘nothing’ really is nothing.”

Dread washed over the kid’s face as Stark turned on his heels. “Doc?” he called. “Kid says he’ll stay still. If you’re ready, feel free to fire it up again.”

Dr. Cho eyed him skeptically but gave her coworker a nod. With a click, the machine hummed to life, and the young nurse pushed on Peter’s chest. Reluctantly, the kid laid back down, drumming his fingers on the table, chewing on his lip.

“Sequence beginning in three, two, one,” the operator counted off. After one, a small beam of light fired from the tip of the arm, and it began to trace over Peter’s wound.

For the first few seconds, Peter did as he was told—he lied there, unmoving, letting the device work its magic. No sweat. Stark started to wonder if Peter and the staff had banded together to pull some kind of weird prank on him. But then, as the beam passed over his torso a third time, the kid stiffened. His hands curled into fists against the bed and his feet began to twitch. Tony looked down at Peter’s face and saw that his eyes were scrunched shut and his lips were pursed together tautly.

“Peter?” Stark said. “Kid, is it hurting you?”

He shook his head briskly, his ears flushing pink. The kid’s eyes flew open suddenly and he slapped a hand over his mouth. A muffled whimpering sound slipped between his fingers as his twitching turned into squirms.  

“Doesn’t look very still to me,” Dr. Cho said dryly. She signaled for the nurse to shut it off, but Tony raised his hand.

“Wait,” he said, turning on the kid with a frown. “Peter, stop trying to act tough. We’re not turning it off until you tell us what’s going on.”

Peter threw his other hand over his bright pink face. “Ihi’m s-sohorry,” he whined, his voice much shriller than normal. “I’m—I cahan’t—ahaheehee!”

Stark narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to the squirmy teenager. “Wait,” he said bemusedly, spotting the wide smile peeking out between the kid’s fingers. “Are you…laughing?”

A few seconds later, Peter balled his hands into fists and dropped them against the table, his crumbling front finally giving way to a flood of giggles. “Crahahap!” he squealed, arching his spine, blushing as bright as a tomato. “Ihit—it r-reheheally—it tihihickles, eheehee!”

Staring down at the giggling superhero, Tony’s frown slowly melted into an amused and puzzled smile. “It tickles?” he repeated, glancing over at the doctor in search of an answer. Dr. Cho placed a hand on her hip.

“Huh. I’ve never heard that before.”

Peter covered his face again and scrunched up his toes, high-pitched laughter pouring from his lips. “Plehehease—oho gohod!” When he couldn’t bear it a second longer, he rolled on to his side and curled into a ball, desperate to relieve his tummy of the fiendish tickling sensation. The device operator quickly shut the beam off, leaving the kid panting and flushed, struggling to catch his breath.

“Well that was…surprising,” Stark chuckled. Of all the suspected causes Tony had thought responsible for the kid’s uncooperativeness, this certainly hadn’t been one of them. How funny, he thought. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at poor, giggly Peter, who was hugging himself around the middle and panting. He was almost too damn cute for words.

“I’m sohorry…” Peter giggled breathlessly, his belly tingling against his fingers. “Just…gimme a sec…”  

“No one has ever told me it tickled them before,” Dr. Cho said curiously, joining Tony at Peter’s bedside. “At least, not to this extent. Is Mr. Parker known to be a particularly sensitive person?”

Tony shrugged, unable to wipe the endearing grin from his face. “I mean, no. Not to me, anyway.” He’d never attempted to tickle Peter before, and he’d certainly never witnessed anyone else try it either. It wasn’t exactly something that came up naturally between a mentor and their mentee working in a lab and beating up bad guys together. He made a note to amend that mistake soon after this—and from the uneasy anticipation he could read from the kid’s expression, he guessed Peter was aware of his plans.

Stark gave his shoulder a nudge, making Peter start a little.“What do you think? Would you consider yourself a super ticklish person, Peter? Like, compared to normal people?”

Peter sat up slowly with an arm still glued to his torso, the pink tint in his cheeks beginning to creep down into his neck. “Uh, heh, I don’t…I don’t think so.” He gave a nervous laugh—strained and quiet and very easy to distinguish from his authentic one—and scratched the back of his head. “But, um, you know what? It’s fine. I don’t need any more healing laser beam treatments. If it’s just that little bit of skin left, my body can take care of the rest of it, no problem.” Moving briskly, he scooted to the edge of the bed and swung his legs off the side. “So, uh, we good here?”

Dr. Cho stepped in front of him to stop him from hopping to the floor. “Hold on, Peter. Your wound is still in danger of hemorrhage and infection. I can’t release you until the procedure is fully complete.”

Peter looked to Stark with pleading eyes, like he expected the billionaire to rescue him from this hilarious predicament. Tony snorted. “You heard the doc,” he said, poking Peter just below his ribs. Peter jumped and squealed in the most cute and clumsy way, making Tony’s evil grin widen. “Wow. You are really ticklish, huh?”

“Stohop it!” Peter squeaked, betrayed. His anger was quickly drowned in laughter as Tony started to poke him all over, alternating between both hands, his index fingers tasering the kid’s bare sides, belly, and ribcage wherever they weren’t being guarded by his arms, throwing in the occasional squeeze or flutter when they seemed appropriate. Within seconds, he was curled back into a tiny ball, kicking and jerking and laughing hysterically, reduced to a helpless, giggling mess.

“This is ridiculous,” Stark laughed. “You’re a superhero. I’ve watched you fight off an army of alien monsters with ease. Now you’re telling me all it takes to defeat you is a few pokes to the tummy?”

Peter grappled with his mentor’s hands while flailing all over the table. “Mr. Stahark! Wahait! Ahahack! Nohoho!”

“All right, that’s enough,” Dr. Cho interceded, fighting back a smile. The rest of her team hid their endearment far less gracefully. “We need to complete the procedure as soon as possible. And Mr. Parker will have to be still for it.”

“At this rate, I think you ought to just knock him out,” Stark chuckled. Clambering to recompose himself, Peter sat back up again, skittish and pink.

“He’s been under for many hours now. I’d really prefer not to sedate him again, especially since the remainder of the operation should only take about five minutes.”

The doc had a point. Peter really didn’t need any more drugs in his system. Tony smiled at the flustered teenager with a mix of pity and delight. “Well, what do you say, kiddo? You think you can stay still for five more minutes so the doctors can finish fixing you up?”

Peter was clearly still recovering from Tony Stark’s poke attack, but he did his best to look unabashed. His eyes flickered between all the gazes trained on his half-naked, blushing self, and he hunched his shoulders up to his ears. “I…uh…w-well…” he stammered softly. Stark couldn’t stop himself from snorting.

“Perhaps we could restrain him?” the nurse from earlier suggested suddenly. “Just until the procedure is finished. That way, there’d be no risk of him moving and messing up the pattern.”

Tony watched Peter’s eyes bug out of his head. “W-what? Restrain me?”

“Good idea,” Dr. Cho said, rounding the table to stand behind Peter’s head. “We need to do this quick. Peter, lie back with your arms above your head.”

Again, Peter looked to Tony. As much as Stark would love to save the kid from this adorably embarrassing scenario, they really needed to get his wound fixed. He patted his arm.

“Let’s just get this over with. The faster we start, the faster it’s done.”

Peter groaned as Tony helped him lie down, his ears burning. “I hate thihis,” he whined, nervous giggles already punctuating his words.

Using heavy-duty clasps that Stark provided, the doctors began securing him to the table. Tony did his best to comfort the kid as they did. “I’ll stay with you until it’s over, okay?”

“Noho,” Peter snapped shyly. “You’re just gohonna make fun of me.”

Tony tried not to smile, but simply couldn’t help himself. “I promise I won’t. At least, not until after.”

Peter pouted and blushed as his ankles and wrists were shackled to the table. Using thick bands, they also tied his torso down so that he couldn’t buck his hips or arch his back and wind up disrupting the device’s precise cell mapping again. The feeling of complete immobility was not in any way to Peter’s liking.

Once he was secured, Cho gave the word to the operator. The man held his finger over the switch.

“Sequence beginning in three, two, one…”

A moment later, the beam clicked on, and the mechanical arm began to make passes over the kid’s wound. Tony laid his hand on Peter’s arm.

“You okay?” he asked carefully. Peter nodded with his eyes shut and his lips sucked against his teeth.

“Mmhmm, yeah. I’m fihine.” He puffed out his cheeks and scrunched up his nose. “Everything’s fine. Yep. Ihi’m great. Soho great. I can do thihis. I cahan doho this. Ihi cahahan—”

His eyes popped open suddenly and he tried to squirm. The futile attempt quickly reminded Peter of the fact that he couldn’t move an inch in any direction. He hadn’t been fully aware of just how well restrained he was until now, when the soft, feathery tickling sensation had reached an unbearable level of intensity, when it felt like six or seven hands were clawing delicately at his tummy, letting their nails glide against his skin with sadistically light and rhythmic movements. How did the machine imitate that feeling so perfectly, even though that wasn’t even something it was designed to do?

The tickling was too much for the helplessly sensitive teenager to take. But to his horror, he couldn’t move a muscle. He couldn’t make it stop.

“Shihihit!” Peter squealed, the floodgates bursting open. “Nohoho I cahan’t!” He clenched his fists and threw his head back, giggling wildly, uncontrollably. “Mr. Stahahark! Hehehelp!”

Tony laughed empathetically, moving his hand to the kid’s head and running his fingers through his curls. “You’re all right, giggle monster. Just let it out; it’ll be over soon.”

Not soon enough! he thought. The feeling was spreading across his entire torso like a plague, inflicting more and more of him with the maddening sensation. The feathery touches and scritchy-scratching nails were multiplying by the second. Peter whipped his head from side to side.

“Nohohahaha! Plehehease! I cahahan’t—I cahahahan’t!”

“This is intriguing,” Dr. Cho said, watching the poor hero twitch and shriek uselessly. “I’ve never seen the procedure affect someone so dramatically.”

Tony petted Peter’s hair, fighting back against his own bout of giggles. The kid’s laughter was adorably contagious. “I’ve certainly never seen him like this. Maybe your machine is malfunctioning.”

Dr. Cho stared at Peter’s wound, watching the device work its magic on the damaged cells. “Well, it’s doing its job. Just a few more minutes, and it’ll be done. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“IHIHI’M DYHIHIHING!” Peter cried. Tears welled in his eyes and hiccups jumped from his throat. He couldn’t believe how much it tickled—like someone was blowing fifty raspberries into his tummy at once. Although he’d never admit it, there had been times in his life where he’d actually enjoyed being tickled. Wrestling with Ben as a kid, affectionate pokes from May—sometimes it was the only way to cheer him up when he was in a really low spot. The people who knew him best knew this annoying well, and weren’t afraid to utilize it.

But this? Tied down and tickled to tears, laughing like an idiot in front his biggest idol? This was just downright evil. All he could do was lie there and take it, the endless bombardment of tickling sensations dancing across his skin, driving him up the wall. He wanted to thrash and twist and guard his poor belly from the beam’s cruel path, but the only thing he could do was twitch his toes and squirm in place and laugh helplessly.

“Just try to think about something else,” Mr. Stark suggested. “Like, uh…what are you working on in school? Got any cool upgrade ideas for your suit? How’s your aunt?”

Peter barely even registered that he was speaking. He really wished he could hide his face behind his hands right now. He knew he was all red cheeks and giant, dumb smiles. “PLEHEHEASE!” he begged, turning away from Mr. Stark as much as his restraints would allow. “NOHO MOHOHORE! NOHO MOHOHOHORE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Suddenly, the beam flickered off. In an instant, the tickling sensation shrunk back to a tiny tingle. “All done!” the operator said cheerfully. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Peter fell limp against the table, gasping for breath, dizzy with relief. He’d never laughed so long and hard in his entire life. Giggles still clung to his words. “Gah…aha…oho my…oho gohod…” He let his head loll to the side while Tony continued to card his fingers through his hair.

“That was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Stark said matter-of-factly. “And I met an alpaca on Tuesday. A baby alpaca. Like, a real live baby alpaca. You know how tough that is to beat?”

“Shuhut up…” Peter groaned, smiling. Now that he wasn’t distracted by tickle-filled laser beams, he realized how nice it felt to have Tony petting his head. He didn’t do that kind of thing very often. It kinda made Peter feel like a puppy.

“All set,” Dr. Cho said, pressing lightly on the kid’s now fully-healed stomach. Her touch made Peter wince in surprise. “You’re good to go. Let’s get you out of these bonds.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Stark insisted. “You guys go on ahead. Grab yourselves a fancy lunch. My treat.”

The doctors all grinned at each other like kids in a candy store and hurried eagerly out of the lab with a wave of thank yous. Stark shook each of their hands as they left, then returned to Peter’s side once they were alone.

“Here we go,” he said, undoing the straps around the kid’s midsection. Their absence made it a lot easier to breathe.

“Thanks,” he said, sucking in a large gulp of air. “That was…horrible.”

“I encourage you to remember this experience the next time you decide to put yourself in a potentially stabby situation,” Stark said with a smirk. “Good deterrent I’d say, yeah?”

Yes, very much so, Peter thought. But he wouldn’t give Mr. Stark the satisfaction; he’d already had plenty. He knew his mentor was never going to let him live this day down.

“It is crazy how well that thing works,” Tony said nonchalantly. Then he reached out and poked the spot where Peter had been stabbed, making him jolt.

“H-hey!” he yelped. The straps were gone, but Peter’s ankles and wrists were still shackled to the table, so he was still very trapped and vulnerable.

Stark swirled his finger against the spot, smiling at the kid’s squeaky, hysterical response.“I mean, it looks like it was never even there, doesn’t it?”

“Dohon’t! Mr. Stark, dohon’t!” Peter had almost forgotten what it felt like to have an actual hand tickling him instead of a weird beam. Oddly enough, the hand seemed more effective at eliciting a quicker, wilder response. “Come ohon! Lehet me goho!”

“What? I’m just admiring how remarkable Dr. Cho’s invention is at doing its job,” Tony said innocently. “I can’t even tell where your wound was anymore. Do you remember? Was it…here?”

He tasered his side suddenly, making Peter leap.

“Or…here?”

He poked just below his bellybutton. Peter was in pieces.

“Mihister Stahahark!”

“Or maybe it was here.”

He made a claw with his hand and shook it against Peter’s entire tummy. Peter was a writhing, squealing puddle.

“Stohopstopstohohahahap!”

“I know!” Tony exclaimed. “I bet the new skin feels different from your old skin. More synthetic, maybe? Let’s see…”

Using both hands now, Stark started pinching and squeezing all over his sides, his ribcage, his belly, his hips, everywhere. His evil thumbs dug in deep and wiggled mercilessly into Peter’s skin, honing in on the spots that elicited the most reaction. Peter bucked and shrieked, but he couldn’t get away.

Tony let up quickly after that, recognizing when the kid had really had enough. He just couldn’t help himself—he loved hearing the kid laugh, seeing him look so happy, especially after almost losing him today. He was glad to have this knowledge in his back pocket, in case Peter was ever in a particularly bad or stubborn mood in the future.

“Are you good?” Stark chuckled, helping the giggly teen to his feet. He stuffed the clasps in his pocket then ruffled his hair.

“Yohou’re evil,” he said, hugging his aching sides. “You’re gohonna pay for this.”

“Are you threatening me right now?” Stark scoffed, tweaking the kid’s ribs, making him fold into himself and squeal. “Bad idea. Especially now.”

Needless to say, Stark did not end up paying for it.

[puppet2611]

//from 5.12.23

hey.... im going a lil cray cray over lf x a5 crossover au.. (also 8:11 bcz im a loser for oc x canon :3)(still coping over this stomache) if i dont send smth in 5 minutes shoot me im going too cray cray/j

lf already kind of has ties to a5 since the entities still being alive and just kinda moving around but not really - maybe ill age up adam and oliver to use as background characters but whos knowss

not canon or anything just a silly little thought but erm. what if all 3 were connected via religion 😁 emilio, natalia, charlotte and isabella from lf already have religious backgrounds, 8:11 practically revolves around religion and a5 entities pretending to be angels could wreck some havoc on the damned basilica teehee,,, since im too silly with char.ai most of the characters mentioned already interacted w/ 8:11 bots to kinda get an idea of how everything would play out even if it was ooc... younger emilio and amelia def actually confided in francis while everyone else was at least a bit suspicious (minus isabella but uhmmm. lore reasons) idk abt the entities since i havent rlly worked on anything but their designs but maybe ill give them different abilities and only one of them knows francis' true intentions:3c

OH YEAH idk if ill ever tell him abt it but maybee i could throw in adams ocs too since bros absolutely batshit insane over 8:11 rn. i have screenshots of him being insanely gay over a french guy btw if anyone wanted to see/j ANYWAY ehheheee maybe felix and samuel knew the martin kids at some point :33 bunch of religiously traumatized kids meeting, what could happen??? (felix and emilio both stabbed their siblings at skme point 💀) ANYWAYS i think sam and samuel would get along not just because uhh similar names but idk since were kinda split between making sam a bitch or actually nice... oh and i never drew sam or amelia properly yet whoops a5 exploded my mind

btw abt the entity mfs id like to think most of them usually stay in human forms except for atlas whos kinda the socially awkward one whod rather stay as an animal so no one tries to talk to him lmfao

but hes also extra so anyone at the basilica sees a fucking bear with antlers and the fur pattern of a deer and gets jumpscared (they all get used to it later and only vistors get jumpscared) OH AND ABT THE OC X CANON STUFF. not rlly shipping i just dk what else to call it but tee hee maybe isabella and vittorino have mad beef because her dad died at the basilica not soon after vitto joined so shes mad sus 😁😁 but only to be a bitch bcz she finds him utterly disgusting. her cousin allen kills him bcz he kinda was suffering anyway and she actually helped plan it loll

everytime girl comes across the stupid hoe they always glare at each other or get in a fight... usually verbal bcz natalia would go rabid if vitto tried to hit bella ykyk

oh and since im trying to align the stories together a bunch of ages r gonna have to change... idk if emilio or oliver is gonna be the older one but there is no way in hell a priest is younger than someone still in school... but then again overthinker wont stop comparing emmy to felix so ion wanna make him too close to blondies age but then again again felix is like 50 now... ill probably make emmy 36 and amelia 41 ig. klaus has too many white hairs to only be 40 anyway/hj but then adams still older than klaus.... i mean ig i could just use the excuse that he dyes his hair since he already has highlights

this is a whole mess uhm.

im unoriginal asf so emilio and jericho can bond over being people pleasers and cupioromantic but their first and only ever crush was abusive 😁😁 (<- definitely not projecting) (i lied. jericho only ever gets with elio bcz of that one time on valentines day irl) (im normal i swear)

OH WHILE IM TALKUNG ABT EMILIO. BEFORE I FORGET

bro went from snarky rude ass hoe to the most pathetic bird known to man for silliness reasons/hj

bros insanely mentally unstable, has chronic pain and heart problems, trust problems and definitely either a drinking or smoking problem. hell he can even jack both of them if he wants/j uhm. but i decided to make him less of a mary sue with all the language stuff n shit. idk if i ever mentioned it but who cares its my channel grr/j anyways instead lf the grocery list of languages he can speak, he can only speak english, greek, and belarusian 👍 also asl but idk if youd count that as smth he can speak

still torturing his pathetic ahh but anywayss abt that one tobias/future emilio art. the snake he has was originally gonna be named mobius for his symbolism stuff (and a hi3 ref/silly) but maybee i might rename the snake fang or michael as in adams late husband because uhmmm. what if adam was like a father figure to him when they met and he at some point got him a snake 👍👍 (he wouldve gotten a rabbit but uhm. vitto symbolism. and bro is traumatized from the vittorino ais..)

that is all for neow bcz i need to go take medicine 😭