#younger.. maskless

[dissectress]

fuck it, troublemaker wife and girldad immortan joe

[lyricalt]

[tf2 minific] hindsight / foresight (interlude)

sniperspy - rating: G - aftermath of hindsight, please read first.

Note: I've had these parts done for a while. Actually finished these before ever finishing hindsight, haha. They don't really go into the next bit either so up they go here. A little bit of closure. Thanks for reading!

+++

Spy pops out dead in Sniper’s arms. Sniper stumbles under the thrown weight and falls flat on his back. He clutches Spy’s corpse, the breath knocked out of him, and blinks as the teleporter goes dark again. When Sniper sits up, he sees that Spy’s got a hole in the middle of his forehead—from a bullet he’s fired three years ago that he doesn’t remember ever shooting. 

Also, Spy’s maskless. Not that he’s recognizable from eating whatever high caliber bullet that went through him. Still, Sniper puts a hand over the mangled face, covering it. 

Behind him, the rest of the team explodes in various sighs of relief.

“Thank fuck.” 

“Woah,” Scout says, peering over his shoulder before ducking away in surprise. “Why’s he got his mask off?”

“His head’s shot through,” Medic observes with a critical eye. “Too messy. I prefer the look of your headshots. At least there will be brain matter left.”

Sniper huffs. Somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

Engineer clears his throat. “He oughta be popping into respawn soon.”

The rest of the team take off, leaving Sniper sitting in the desert dust with a dead body cradled in his lap.

The blood’s gone all tacky already, but Sniper still tries to card his fingers through the hair, since he rarely gets to do it. He’ll take what he can get.

“Huh,” he says. He sits back, winding tension in him finally releasing as Spy’s corpse starts shuttering away, like a roll of film about to run out. 

Sniper takes one last look at the face. Not one of Spy’s best looks, unfortunately. But…

It isn’t until Spy’s body disappears completely that Sniper lets out a quiet laugh.

“Guess this makes it three times now.”

+++

Spy stumbles out of respawn, relieved that his stupid plan worked and he assumes he’s back in the present time. He’s respawned without his mask though. That’s a little worrying, but luckily he’s got a spare in his locker. 

Engineer is the first person to greet him, peeking into the room. “Spy?”

“I’m afraid so.” Spy sticks his head in the locker so that Engineer doesn’t see. He pulls the spare mask on, not particularly caring if it’s skewed or his hair is poking out from the holes. He takes a look at the calendar at the wall and, most importantly, the year. “Yes. The correct old weary age, even.”

Engineer blows out a relieved sigh. “That was a close one, partner. Wasn’t sure if my formulas were right.”

“You could have not said that, and I promise you I would’ve been fine not knowing. But thank you.”

It isn’t long before the rest of the team blunders through, hearing Engineer talking. Heavy crushes him in a hug. Medic complains about not being able to dissect his brain (for why, he doesn’t know). Spy even lowers his pride a smidge to give Scout a high five. It’s a little nice, knowing he’s been missed. Missed, on various levels and definitions. 

From over Demoman’s shoulder, Spy sees Sniper hanging by the door. Hysterically, it looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep. Spy smirks. When Sniper gives a small wave, his hand is covered with dried blood. Spy can take a few guesses as to how that happened—one them being Sniper might’ve murdered his younger self in a fit of rage. The other guess… Spy can imagine that scenario as well.

Later, when Spy manages to finally escape everyone’s attention, he finds the one he really wants in the hallway, waiting for him.

They’re alone, in a not quite private part of the base, but Spy stops in front of Sniper anyway.

“I believe I was a fucking bastard, wasn’t I?” He laughs, quietly.

It speaks a lot to the waiting when Sniper puts his head down, resting his forehead on Spy’s shoulder. One hand clings onto the end of Spy’s sleeve. 

“Yeah, you were bloody appalling,” Sniper says, muffled. “Knew you’d be, though.”

Spy can only imagine. Kicking and screaming the entire way to self realization, no doubt. He wonders if he should recall anything from this moment, but his memories seem intact. He doesn’t remember any time traveling he’d done three years past. It’s probably for the better. He’d probably want to wring his own stupid neck. 

Spy nudges Sniper’s head from his shoulder. Sniper straightens, his crumpled expression vanishing the moment he looks up, and Spy touches his face to hold it there. 

“I’ll make it up to you,” Spy says, peering at Sniper’s face. Tired eyes, mouth set a little too stoically. There’s a sliver of worry in Spy; he is fully aware that he can be quite the cruel person. Now. Then. And will continue to be, likely. “If possible.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you would,” Sniper says with a small smile. He puts his head down on Spy’s shoulder again, and this time Spy doesn’t stop him. “We’ve got time.”

[lost-girl-2021]

Imagine part of why Neytiri is so insistent on Spider 'being with his own kind' is because Spider almost died in her arms when he was younger and it scared her so much that she closed herself off from him entirely. ik this doesn't super make sense canon-wise, but . . . idk, deal w it y'all.

Spider was maybe six or seven, barely old enough to go outside with the smallest size mask they had. He was with Lo'ak, Kiri, and Neteyam by the creek, Neytiri supervising from the treeline as she foraged. He was finally getting used to this whole outdoors thing, taking to it all quickly. His spare mask was glinting in the sunlight from the branch he'd hung it off of before joining his friends in the water. It was knee-deep for them, but nearly to his waist. Even though he was the oldest, the other three had already outgrown him.

It didn't feel like they were much bigger, though. After months spent together in the forest, it felt like the Na'vi kids had nearly forgotten he was human. Kiri had started helping him paint stripes on himself and Neteyam had promised to show him how to use a bow for his birthday that year. After a lifetime surrounded by adults in the lab, he was happy to be with his friends.

And then, he fell.

Neteyam had faked a lunge towards him and he'd tripped over a log in the water, falling head over heels into the currant. It wasn't bad at all standing up, but he was disoriented and the water was murky from all the mud they'd kicked up in their playing. His body was being sent further down the creek and it was suddenly too deep and Spider couldn't stand up and he didn't know how to swim. His mask hit something hard and came flying off, whisked away into the water. The sting of whatever hit his head was enough to make him gasp and then he was maskless and underwater—

It only took twenty seconds for a human to pass out in Pandoran air. Four minutes to die. That was for a grown-up and Spider was small for his age, Norm said so just the other day.

So, he shouldn't have been surprised when black dots filled his vision and he was just . . . gone.

—

Neytiri's children had been playing in the creek with the Sky People boy all morning. She was foraging for a specific herb, at her mother's request, and all four children were blessedly entertained splashing each other. She'd agreed to take Spider with them when she left the village that morning, Norm and Max looking beyond tired. Apparently, the boy had been staying up late to stargaze, meaning that they had to stay up late making sure he didn't decide to play with any of the lab equipment (again).

She looked over at the four of them, smiling softly as Lo'ak tried to climb up his big brother, slipping and sliding all over. A glint of yellow flashed in her peripheral and she turned away from them, smiling when she found the herb she'd been looking for all morning. It was perfect timing, too, right before they would head back to the village for lunch. She'd settle Lo'ak down for a nap, but Kiri and Neteyam would probably insist on trying to help her prepare their midday meal. She'd have to leave out some seasonings if she was going to feed Spider, but—

Kiri screamed. It wasn't the high-pitched squealing thing she'd been doing a few minutes before, when Spider and Neteyam had splashed her simultaneously. It was one of fear.

She whipped around, looking for an animal or injury or something. Her three children seemed uninjured, but they were splashing around wildly, looking for something.

For someone.

She was in the water before she could think, practically diving downstream. The water reached her knees at it's deeper point, too tall for the Sky Child. She should've known the current would pull him, that he was too small still, too young.

She caught a flash of pink skin and blond hair and reached down, pulling the limp boy from the water. His lips were turning blue and his mask was gone. She must've shouted for Neteyam to grab the spare hanging from the tree, because in the ten steps in took her to get back to her children, he'd climbed up and grabbed it, flipping switches on the battery back she didn't know he knew how to use.

She didn't let him go as she reached for the mask, able to hold him in one arm as she pressed the device to his face.

Please, please, she silently begged, praying. Her children were watching, the boy was . . . he was too fragile to be in such a place. She was foolish to bring him out of the safety of the lab.

Spider took in a sudden choking gasp of air, turning on his side. He coughed once, twice, water and spit hitting the inside of hie mask. He grimaced, before sinking into Neytiri's arms, falling back asleep instantly. She let out a sigh of relief, rocking back on his heels.

"He's alright, he's alright." She promised, looking at each of her children. Kiri was crying and her boys didn't look far behind.

She led the home without complaint from anyone, something that would be unusual under other circumstances. She went straight to the shack, meeting Norm inside the airlock. She handed him over easily, clenching her fists to hide how her hands shook.

She remembered Jake, nearly dying in his human body. Frail and desperate for air. Spider was a child, barely more than a baby. She could barely stand watching her mate suffer through humanity. It would be cruel to make her children grow up along someone bound to die painfully. (It would be unbearable for her to take in the human as her own, like Jake had been hinting at for years now, if she would just lose him).

Idk what this is, it's like 4 am and I had an idea. Please forgive any typos, I'm too tired to proofread atm.

[mtayl0rr]

The Anomaly: 2

Prologue Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.4K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma

The scent of cold rain flooded the basement as Miguel opened a portal back to Nueva York. The faint moonlight outside leaked through the thin windows that looked out at the streets above, illuminating the anomaly’s face. Miguel approached the bleeding figure on the ground, finally getting a closer look at her face. She had to be a little younger than he was, with skin so pale it looked like she’d never seen the sun before. Constellations of freckles cascaded from her cheeks to her neck, creating patterns that matched the soft curves of her face.

Retracting his claws, Miguel pushed a stray curl of red wine colored hair from her complexion, exposing more of her appearance. As much as he denied it, upon first glance, she was painstakingly beautiful. But, her beauty meant nothing to him. Pulling out a pair of electro-charged handcuffs, Miguel restrained her wrists before lifting her bridal style and carrying her through the portal.

He had half a mind to snap her day pass, being as she managed to disable the tracking device. Even still, the idea of punishing her with glitching was inhumane, even for him. But, the minute he stepped into his office in HQ, he swapped her jailbroken day pass for another, tracking device intact. She wouldn’t slip through his fingers again.

It bothered Miguel that he didn’t know what it was about her that made her such a challenge. Once he caught her unsuspecting, he was able to overpower her easily. But, what she lacked in comparison when it came to brawn, she made up for in quick thinking and agility. That made her dangerous.

Miguel nonchalantly placed her on a chair in his office, pushing her limp head to the side as he examined the bite marks he left on her neck. They weren’t healing like he assumed they would. Over the time he’s run the HQ, he encountered hundreds of thousands of spider-people. One thing they all shared was quick rehabilitation. He’s left bite marks on dozens of unruly variants, but they always closed up and healed within minutes. Most of the time, at least. But the anomaly’s neck was still bleeding, even when he held a cloth to the marks to stop it. Her blood stained his suit blending with the red accents he wore. Eventually, he gave up on trying and used gauze to tape onto the wound before lying her on the floor, removing the cuffs, and encasing her in a red prison.

“Miguel,” Lyla said, her form hovering over his wrist. “We have no way to run a diagnostic on her unless we get her down to Spider-Byte.”

“The venom should be wearing off soon anyway. I’ll figure it out,” he grunted, moving to remove Lyla’s hologram. Her voice stopped him.

“Did you really have to bite her?” she asked, raising an accusatory brow.

“Yes.”

“Who’d he bite this time,” sighed Jess, catching sight of the maskless girl on the floor. “Oo, is this the girl who finally bested you? I wanna thank her for the shot to your ego.”

“I don’t appreciate your quips, Drew,” snapped Miguel with a glare. “And clearly she didn’t best me because I’m not the one unconscious on the floor at the moment.”

“What did she even do?”

There was a beat of silence before Lyla confirmed what Jess was thinking. “We don’t know yet.”

“Yes, we do,” Miguel snapped. “She is an anomaly. Somehow, she managed to hitch a ride here, steal a watch and hack a day pass. She’s been universe-hopping ever since, until I put a stop to it.” His eyes trailed down to the limp figure on the floor, his mind flooding with unanswered questions.

“I mean, if she was able to get away from you on all those occasions, then maybe that would make her a valuable asset to the league,” offered Jess with a shrug.

Miguel’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief. “There’s no way this anomaly is coming anywhere near the league. She’s nothing but trouble. Not to mention, we don’t know anything about her.”

“Then ask.”

“No.” He approached Jess, his tone dropping whatever kindness there was as he towered over her. “I don’t remember giving you permission to make decisions. You answer to me, Jessica.” She didn’t argue it any further after that.

*~*

The drumming in Madelynn’s head was a steady pulse. Although it hurt to move, she slowly realized that she regained control over her muscles again, first twitching her fingers, then rolling her feet. Her already ruined suit was again crunchy with dried blood, the metallic scent piercing her nose with a foul sting. Her shaking hand shot to her neck, feeling around to find the bite marks 2099 left on her neck. Her fingers graced the reddened gauze over the wound, grasping at the edges to peel it up.

“I wouldn’t take that off, if I were you,” someone droned behind her, but she didn’t drop her hand. 2099. She began to sit up, taking in the situation around her as she opened her eyes. The room wasn’t bright by any means, but the strain on her pupils sent a shockwave of pain to her head. What hurt the most was the glow of the red prison she was encased in. Turning around, she saw 2099’s touring figure looming over orange holograms, his broad shoulders blocking the majority of the displays. He didn’t even bother to look back at her.

“You know, usually when I’m pinned to the wall and bitten, I appreciate being taken out to dinner first,” she grumbled, stretching out her aching joints. “There’s always next time though. I don’t need anything fancy, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“There won’t be a next time,” 2099 snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re not getting away this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” Madelynn said emptily. To be transparent, she had no idea what her next move was. She had been able to avoid 2099 through sheer luck and nimble skills, but now she has nowhere to run.

2099 turned around sharply, stepping off the platform with the holograms and swiftly stomping towards her prison on the floor. His stature was painfully impressive, looming over her like a wild animal stalking its prey. “If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. No matter what universe you flee too, what corner you think is safe, I will be there. Nowhere is safe from me. So escape if you want, but I strongly advise against it.” His voice was nothing more than a low growl, only slightly louder than the humming of the electric prison he put her in.

“So why am I not with the other anomalies?” she asked, staring up at 2099. “I don’t trust this.”

“Good thing I never cared about whether you trust me or not.” 2099 crouched down to meet her level on the ground. “Besides, I have a few questions for you.” Her gazes met, and in his eyes, all Madelynn saw was rage that boiled in his blood-red pupils. But she knew his type. She knew a Spider-man like him before. Now, she knew how to get out.

“Ask away.”

“What is your universe of origin?” 2099 interrogated, standing and walking back towards his set up.

“That’s classified.”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified,” she responded again, watching 2099’s muscles tense through his suit.

“When were you bitt-”

“Also classified, sorry.”

2099 grabbed a computer monitor and hurled it across the room, and Madelynn grinned to herself as the plastic pieces shattered, spreading across the floor like a sick confetti. Now was her time to strike. Feeling around the waistband of her suit, Madelynn grasped at the needle stored in her utility belt. 2099 clearly wasn’t smart enough to check her for weapons. He stormed over to her prison on the floor, ripping through the red forcefield as if it was paper. His clawed hands wrapped around her neck, cutting off her airways. This was a long shot, but it had to work. If she was wrong, then there was no way out.

“Miguel,” she choked out, and immediately, his face shifted from that of rage to confusion. “Miguel, please,” she pleaded. His grip loosened slightly, his crimson eyes burning through her’s.

“What did you just call me?” he seethed, unsteadiness leaking into his strong voice. Madelynn gripped the needle in her hand, uncapping the end slowly before whipping her arm up and around, plunging the shining metal into 2099’s neck.

“A sucker,” she grinned as his hands dropped from her neck, crimson eyes fluttering shut as his body slammed to the ground with a massive thud. Slipping through the opening he left in the red prison, Madelynn ran, ignoring the pain coursing through her veins.

Chapter 3

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[jojo-schmo]

A Walk Down my Art Memory Lane!

Now that I’m thinking about my childhood Kirby art, I dug through my storage a bit and thought it’d be fun to share a few! Here are some of Baby Jojo’s drawings!

note: I was not active in any online Kirby art communities at the time and I never posted these anywhere so I made these drawings just for my own enjoyment hehehe.

These are probably among my earliest Kirby drawings. Most likely ~2008!! I must’ve been in fifth grade maybe…? The first picture is a very rare example of pre-2022 Dedede sightings in my art. Around 2010 I became embarrassed and frustrated about not being able to figure his shapes out. So I spent the next 12 years avoiding him at all costs and instead sticking to the safer things to draw, like nice round Bronto Burts or Waddle Dees. Who knew it would take me writing an entire comic about him in 2022 to finally learn to draw him in my style!! :P

The second picture speaks for itself lol. I was the girl who googled “maskless meta knight” back when we had no fancy 3D renderings of his face. Just edits of anime screenshots and fanart of him holding his mask/getting his mask stolen and looking at you with the biggest, pearliest, white eyes. JPEG artifacts littered these images like sprinkles on a cupcake. And I would giggle and squee with every one like the baby fangirl of Meta Knight I was. :3

This one was probably ~2009. Very ambitious piece for me at that age. I struggled with the perfect roundness of Kirby haha. I had just gotten these cool alphabet stencils and couldn’t wait to write “Kirby” everywhere with them. This was probably the complete catalogue of Kirby characters I had the ability to draw at that time. It’s funny to think about how Magolor wouldn’t exist for another two years when I drew this.

Hmm. Maybe I should redraw this one day as a fun honor for my younger self.

Triple Waddle Dees!! A rare but precious Sailor Dee sighting, and of course my sweet Bandana Dee. This was probably around 2011 after Return to Dreamland came out and I came to adore Bandee. :3

This is probably around 2012- some time after Mass Attack came out. I had this AU at the time where each of the 10 Kirbies from Mass Attack had their own personality trait from the original Kirby, and a permanent copy ability assigned to them. Hence the Spark Kirby having wings and a halo like in the game- where you get damaged and have to rescue the poor Angel Kirbies before you lose that life!

Also my Poppy Bro Jr OC that I don’t think I named at the time- but I redrew him recently and named him Allegro the Poppy Bro. I loved drawing his hair and his funny teeth :D

Finally, I redrew just a few of the characters from my old drawings tonight. Just doodling for fun, nothing serious. But it’s something my child self would be happy to know I could do.

Guess I’d better draw all the Dededes that Baby Jojo missed out on drawing!! Thank you to anyone who read to this point. I encourage anyone to draw things that would make their younger, baby self proud of you. ….even though I bet they already are proud of you. <3

Remember, as long as you keep drawing, you’ll improve at your pace! Just keep at it! You’ll notice that difference over the years!

[blushingwife]

I've Got You - a soft!Ghost x OC short story

When I say I'm very anxious about posting this, I mean I'm *deathly* anxious. HOWEVER. I'm so very proud of myself for completing this. You did it, hun :) This is what I've chosen to kickstart my "writing career". I decided to indulge in my deepest guilty pleasure: soft!Ghost. My teenage self would gag at how cheesy this is but you know what? She was lying to herself because she loved the cheesy stuff. There's something in me that wants to keep writing for her. So I think I will. I hope someone enjoys this as much as I loved writing it. More to come. CW: some self-deprecating thoughts. Otherwise, just pure unadulterated fluff.

Failing at his attempt to not panic was causing Simon to panic even more. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt scared in this relationship with Liz. The initial few weeks had been a constant battle with himself to stop believing she would leave once she realized his facade was a scam. A feeling had nagged at the back of his mind telling him he was a fool to trust her. That he was setting himself a trap. Then, the first time they’d argued with intensity, he’d been ready to end it and spare her from the effort and pain. But, truthfully, the thought of leaving was more painful than feeling unworthy of her. They both wished to do better. He’d apologized. She’d apologized. They’d basked in each other’s company after that and realized the experience had brought them closer to understanding how to make it work.

In time, his instincts calmed down. He learned to lean on her when he needed support and also to be her support as needed. So the current rising panic in his gut brought him to those first months and he did not like it one bit.

He kept playing with the loop of his black tie, never quite satisfied with its position. Liz’s younger brother was getting married, the first in the family. Everyone was coming, no matter how remotely they knew the bride and groom. Simon had never been anyone’s plus one before. Was convinced he’d never be. But as he raised his eyes from his neck to the deep brown irises of his reflection in the mirror in front of him, he remembered all of this was as real as it was gonna get. And after today, it would be official. All her family would know they were together.

“You’re fidgeting,” Liz’s voice said behind him. He forced the tension in his neck away with a quick roll of his shoulders.

“’M not” He dropped his arms as a pair of hands rounded his waist and then her weight settled on his back.

“Right.” He could almost feel her amused smirk. “You’re not.”

He raised his arm and reached back, inviting her forward. Liz slid underneath it to his side, never leaving the embrace. She raised her hand to his tie, arranging it exactly to where he wanted it to be, then glanced at him.

“You look handsome.” She kissed his cheek. Simon leaned his head toward her but kept staring into the mirror, into that maskless face that was supposed to be him but felt like someone else.

She ducked her head into his neck as she studied him through the mirror, trying to guess what it was that kept Simon’s attention.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered. That made Simon divert her eyes to her reflection. “Whatever you’re worried about. It’ll be okay.”

He turned his head to her real self, getting trapped in the depths of her eyes. He swallowed the urge to deny her statement, out of habit. It was still not easy to believe that she actually meant her words. “Yeah,” he agreed, then pressed a light kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be with you,” she said, pressing her palm to his chest. “You know that, right?”

He nods, shifting his stance toward her to pull her into a hug that he felt deep into his soul. The knot in his stomach relaxed when she didn’t press for further explanations. He should tell her what was going through his head. He’d always felt better when she knew. This wouldn’t be any different. Would it?

“Come on,” she pushed him back gently. “We need to get going.”

As they separated, Simon kept his grip on her hand and followed her out of their apartment into the elevator to the garage. They were silent the whole time but she drew small circles in his hand with her thumb. It grounded him. Left room in his mind meanwhile to gather the courage to tell her why he was anxious.

She offered him the car keys as they approached her vehicle. He tilted slightly his head at her as a silent question and she shrugged.

“Not really in the mood to drive,” she explained scrunching her nose. Simon took the keys as Liz dropped them in his hand, then entered the driver’s seat, started the engine and began the ride.

Liz spent most of the silent trip sparing brief glances at him, hoping she wasn’t making him too uncomfortable with her observation. He was gripping the steering wheel too hard almost since they had left. For a whole minute she thought she might have been paranoid, seeing things that weren’t there out of a desire to understand, but she’d watched him enough to know the difference between him being alert and being nervous. Something was bothering him. None of her theories were enough to bring proper conclusions.

“Simon?”

His hands relaxed in an unconscious reflex. His eyes moved for a second toward her before turning to the road ahead.

“Are you okay?” she asked. He rolled his shoulders again, giving her a nonchalant look.

“Sure” She glanced down. Wrong question to ask.

She looked at him for a long time, unable to figure out her next words. How to help him. None of the sentences she thought about seemed decent enough. He would shut down or lie. She swallowed a sigh. It was beyond frustrating. Feeling like being there for him wasn’t enough.

“What?” he asked and arched an eyebrow at her once he noticed she’d been staring. She pursed her lips into a slight smile.

“I love you.”

She had said it so easily he was unable to hide his own grin. His scalp and cheeks warmed. He switched his own palm from the wheel to underneath hers as it rested on her leg and clenched it firmly. Something inside his body stirred uncontrollably every time he heard those words. He wanted to think his actions talked louder. That he always demonstrated his love for her through small daily acts. Trying to say it out loud still felt scathing. Like it would become a duty he needed to step up for while in reality he had nothing to offer. And yet, when he dared ask her why she had not given up on him, her answer was always the same: she didn’t want anything else.

He straightened in his seat as he realized. Yes, he was still scared. Of not being worthy of it. Of fucking it all up. If he said it… there was no going back. But wasn’t he already too far down at this point?

The sound of the GPS reminded him they were arriving at the venue.

The crowd started from the parking lot. Not even minding the unrelenting heat of the sun above their heads, little groups of people talked and laughed while others headed toward the yard or restaurant beside it. Simon chose to park further down, a bit more isolated from where most cars were. He switched off the engine, glancing to his left at the building as Liz stepped outside. Too many people to meet. Would they consider him enough for her, like Liz did? He didn’t want to know.

Liz had walked out and to his side of the car. Her eyes were on him, expectant. He stood, closed the car behind him, then took Liz’s hand in his. As he started walking, Liz pulled him back.

Simon swung to her as she dug inside her tiny party purse and brought out a carefully folded piece of black cloth with white paint.

“I brought it for you,” she said, as she offered his old ghost mask. Simon blinked, tempted by the offer to hide behind his usual facade. He shook his head and she tilted hers to the side, inquisitive. He was not about to turn back on his decision.

“I want to make a good impression on your family.”

She frowned.

“They already know you.”

For the last couple of years, her family had already hosted several Christmas parties and other gatherings to which the 141 was invited. Yes, they’d met Ghost. But they hadn’t met Simon.

“It’s not the same.”

She watched him, as she usually did and only put aside the mask in her purse when Simon pushed her hand down in confirmation. Then, she closed the distance between them as he glanced to the ground. She lifted her hands to his cheeks and forced him to look at her.

“Why not?”

“It just isn’t”

She caressed his cheeks with her thumbs. “Okay. Well… You know you’ve already made a good impression, right?”

He slid his arms around her in silence, holding on to the comfort of her presence.

“They have loved having you around. A mask didn’t make a difference.” She leaned forward, bringing his forehead to hers. His frown deepened Liz’s own. Her heart accelerated in silent outrage.

“Do you know why I know?” she asked. He waited.

“Because wearing it or not, I still see the same man I fell in love with.”

He swallowed thickly. Closing the distance to her lips with his own, he savored her sweet taste like a man drinking in a desert oasis. When they parted for air, Simon leaned into her neck and closed his eyes, trying to print the memory of her scent into his brain as she slid her arms above his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, okay?”

He nods as she strokes his scalp soothingly. She was in no hurry.

“I love you too,” he said, after a while, before the impulse grew weaker.

Her grin lit up her whole face.

“I know.”

When they separated, she was the one to kiss him one last time before walking toward the venue hand in hand, his step lighter than what she had seen for the entire day.

As they made their way toward the entrance, Simon instantly recognized Liz’s mother, Mrs. Hale, a woman in a pale green floral dress with a slight hunch, gray hair in a high bun and still commanding her surroundings with a kind smile. Judging by her welcoming stance and eagerness to spare a greeting to everyone passing, she had taken the role of greeter and guide, pointing out areas of the venue. When Liz and Simon came in, almost the last ones in the queue, the woman immediately lit up at his sight.

“My! Dear, how wonderful to see you again,” she said, going straight for a hug towards a stunned Simon. As far as he remembered, the woman had never seen him before without his mask.

“Good to know you missed me, Mum” Liz retorted with a chuckle “You know I always do but him, I don’t see him that often.” They parted and it was Liz’s turn for a motherly hug.

“How’d you know who I was?”

The woman turned to Simon again with a wide grin, the skin around her eyes wrinkling deeper but in the same way that Liz did when she smiled.

“How could I not?” she waves away his puzzled expression as if it were obvious what she meant. “Dear, let me introduce you to the other side of the family, come, you two,” she urged, then walked further inside without concern about the last of the guests she hadn’t greeted.

Liz felt Simon’s hesitation but she squeezed his hand and when he looked at her, she nodded again to let him know she would be right beside him. Always.

[daedelweiss]

How did you make donnie not look cursed w/o his mask? How did you make any of them not cursed w/o masks???/pos they look so cute fr I’m in love.

i honestly don't know GJNFDG idk why the show made them maskless look a tad bit awkward 😂 ig me giving them the outline of where their brows would be helps

also rounding out their features and making them look younger helped. i try to imitate the show's style the best i can but i also developed my own "rise style" 😅 i have a specific way of drawing their head shape and eye shape now. their foreheads are a bit smaller and their eyes are a bit rounder to give off a "cuter" vibe.

i really don't know how them maskless worked out for me 🤣 it just did. drawing LM!Donnie with a mask feels so weird now that i just gave him an excuse to stay maskless with a mask DGNFHDM

thank you tho!!!

[boeing-787]

decided to check out how the veilguard modding scene is doing on nexus and aside from 90% of being mostly just gear recolours at this point i was whiplashed every page by going from younger emmrich mod > manfred with emmrich's moustache > younger emmrich mod again > maskless viper mod > a THIRD younger emmrich mod. anyway i think if you're getting rid of his wrinkles you don't actually like him as a char

[ecargmura]

A Terrified Teacher At Ghoul School Episode 11 Review - Chance Encounters

After two weeks of animating mini-arcs, the anime resumes animating and mixing individual manga chapters as one episode. This one mixes chapters 25, 26, 32 and 33, but primarily focuses on Chapters 26 and 32. I should really review the manga one day… Anyways, this entire episode focuses on the theme of chance encounters.

Why I say it focuses on chance encounters is because Haruaki meets his students’ parents for parent-teacher conferences. He went through hell trying to meet Renjou, Maeda and Oota’s families as he almost gotten eaten and now, he has to deal with Mame’s. Because of the strain, he asks Sano to tag along as he goes to the Maizuka’s family…who turn out to be yakuza. Mame’s foul mouth makes sense if you think about it… It was nice learning about how animals often produce a litter of offsprings, so this also applies to animal youkai. Mamekichi has over 30 siblings and he’s the eldest while Beans, his three-year-old sister, is the youngest. All I can say is that Mame’s mom really has stamina to pop out that many kids. No wonder she’s crazy strong for being able to beat the snot out of Mame’s dad for going to a brothel behind her back.

Because this is a comedy story, of course Mame’s parents are crazy as heck, mainly his dad. His dad is basically a yakuza who’s also extremely doting and overprotective. He has a weird habit of wanting to test Mame’s teachers’ strength to see if they’re worthy enough to take care of his son. I guess this makes sense in that Mame lives in a dorm, so he lives away from his family. This means that the teachers of Hyakki Academy are essentially his guardians, so it makes sense that his parents would be a bit concerned and since there’s a human teacher at school too, it also gets even more concerning. Though, the protectiveness is mainly used as comedic factor. Also, it’s revealed that he didn’t let Miki do the strength test as he’s acquainted with Miki’s family’s business, which is the brothel that he goes to.

I feel like Ryota Osaka was casted for this anime just to test his screaming skills. Despite that, I do like seeing many sides of Haruaki in the first half of this episode. He may scream a lot, but he knows how to get down and dirty without resorting to physical violence. He legit tried to blackmail Mame’s dad about the brothel because he knows there’s no way he could win in a fight and he also doesn’t want to give a bad impression if he unleashed his exorcist powers. He cares a lot about his students and also wants to prove his worth as a teacher. He can be cool when he wants to be, which is why Beans develops a precocious crush on him. Though, I didn’t like that Mame’s dad thought he wanted to date Beans after seeing the smooch.

The second part of the story focuses on the teachers going to Kyoto for field trip research. It turns out that Haruaki has met Sano, Miki and Hatanaka nine years ago, but they don’t seem aware of it. Basically, Haruaki got lost in Kyoto when he was supposed to go to Nagoya and met the younger Hatanaka and Miki who were on a class trip to Kyoto but split from their group to wander around on their own. That’s when they met Haruaki who was lost. Then they met a young Sano who called himself Mii-kun who was also lost as he got separated from his older brother. 

I feel like this meeting was definitely fateful as Sano became Haruaki’s student nine years later and he finally became friends with Hatanaka and Miki as his first attempt of befriending them was cut short due to the principal. I did like how despite Hatanaka and Miki were delinquents in their youth, they had a kinder side as they stuck around the lost Haruaki and Sano. If they weren’t nice people, they would’ve just left them behind and not helped Sano reunite with Mametaro. I like that little detail. Also, they would’ve been friends earlier had not the maskless principal came to interrupt. It would’ve been crazy how the how foundation of the story could’ve changed if the principal didn’t show up.

This episode also introduces the last of the major supporting cast. Sano’s brother, Ebisu, makes his debut here. He was announced before the anime aired, so it took 11 episodes for him to get a major debut. Although his appearance is brief, I do like that there’s a lot shown about him like his disdain for youkai. Remember that Sano is not a youkai, but a god—that was why Yanagida’s perfume didn’t work on him back in Episode 8. I can’t wait for Ebisu to make his present-day debut!

The voice actors for Mame’s parents, Beans and Ebisu are crazy, seriously! Mame’s dad is voiced by Katsuyuki Konishi who you might know as Uzui from Demon Slayer and Aryu from Blue Lock. Like, first you get Kenichi Suzumura as Haruaki’s dad and now Konishi as Mame’s? Satelight knows how to flex. On top of that, Mame’s mom is voiced by Asami Seto who you might know as Nobara from Jujutsu Kaisen. This is the first time I’ve heard her voice a mom and she did a great job! Beans is voiced by Nao Toyama, who voiced Emma Nakazono from A Sign of Affection and Suma from Demon Slayer. I know that Toyama is popular, but I didn’t expect to hear her voice three-year-old Beans here. This was super unexpected. Ebisu is voiced by Ryohei Kimura. What’s hilarious is that this isn’t the first time Kimura voiced a man with long black hair tied in a braid with red eyes. He voiced Judar from Magi. Not only that, this is another instance where Kimura and Osaka are in one anime! They voiced Bokuto and Akaashi in Haikyuu and Sorey and Mikleo from Tales of Zestiria. This is another reason why I can’t wait for Ebisu’s present-day debut because of this! The Kimura-Osaka combo is just too good!

I’m so glad this anime has 24 episodes. I can’t wait to see what next week’s episode will be. To be honest, I’ve been mentally stressed out a lot for a while, so this anime really brightened my day. I hope that my readers who are curious about this show will feel the same when they watch it! Let me know your thoughts on this episode!

[randomwriteronline]

Pohatu looks at him. If he could cry, he would.

The specific words are lost, but he remembers they are spoken in a baffled tone, more desperate than bitter. He remembers he is, literally, between a rock and a hard place - three walls of rock to be specific, and with his only escape blocked by the Toa of Stone who cornered him to get answers out of him.

A silly idea, he would scoff - to go and ask for information to the one who hates to speak. But Pohatu is not stupid, he knows that, and he must have figured it was his best shot, and he was right.

He is good at singling out the weak links, after all.

He remembers his eyes. He remembers his questions growing more frantic. He remembers him growing angrier by the second.

He remembers how he yells in his face with one last furious sob.

He remembers how he runs off, faster than he can keep track of him.

That's the last he sees of him.

He remembers going back to Tahu. He remembers telling him. He remembers his brother groaning angrily, deciding to cut their losses. It's not like the Order will just leave one of them to die here, anyways. They'll get him. He remembers not being comforted by the thought. He remembers (recognizes only now that he's older and wiser, because back then he was too caught up in wondering what if it were me defecting instead of him? Would he still say that? Would I be just as expendable? to recognize his brother's feelings) Tahu not being comforted by it either.

He remembers answering to the rest of his only somewhat worried siblings that Pohatu found something to keep himself busy, that's all, and will simply join them later - a lie, another one in a long line.

He remembers asking himself briefly, anxiously, just before the long sleep could ensnare him, if Pohatu would be alright.

If he would find a way out of that death trap.

If they would ever see him again.

Then his head hurts worse than Karzhani and he squeezes his eyes harder with a suffering whimper, turning to his side, reaching out as best as he can to touch his temple - there is a dent there, he's sure of it, as large as a boulder, and his skull hurts so, so badly - only for a hand to still his palm.

"Hold on, hold on," says a voice that sounds like Jaller, even though that's idiotic because they lost their younger Toa siblings earlier, when they dove in the waters to escape the Rahkshi.

Some kind of heat presses against his wound: he hisses, but it hurts less than it already did. It's almost soothing.

When he opens his eyes he is laying on the ground. Noticeably, earth-ground. Not rock-ground, or protodermis ground. Lewa is holding his hand. Jaller is, indeed, right next to him, tending to the dent in his head, working to make the metal malleable enough to pull it back into shape. Kongu seems to be doing something similar to Onua, who is not conscious yet. Nuparu is trying to work on the cave more, raising the ceiling, widening the space, and Gali is telling him to rest because he looks exhausted. He insists he can do it. Hahli tells him to shut up and that she'll handle the rest. The sound of water being pulled into the air and pressurized enough to carve through the walls clues him on the fact that yes, he did hear something like waves earlier. There must be an opening onto the sea close by. Or a hidden passageway into deeper waters. Tahu's voice reaches him from impossibly far away. He is asking if he's alright. He hisses back some kind of affirmation.

Once the pain ebbs enough for him to be able to sit up without feeling like disassembling himself, Onua is almost awake too.

He can see the small pool from which his younger sister is drawing her element from here, although it's fairly dark. Once the stream is allowed to stop, the surface remains troubled.

Where is his sword? Ah - there.

A large splash.

Hewkii emerges from the pool with a grunting cry, beaching himself onto the wet ground hard; tightly secured in his arms Takanuva, maskless, breathes long and harsh through his mouth, sputtering as air fills his lungs once more.

His bruised wrists tremble as he holds onto his brother of Stone.

[rose-of-oz]

Plot Bunny: Young Justice (or DC in general), Roy Harper ship?

Thanks so much for this!! Also gonna tag @xoteajays and @ginnystilinski-reblogs!! <3

NAME: Kay Morgan.

LOVE INTEREST: Roy Harper.

SUMMARY: Starling City, over the years, has grown very used to its familiar set of vigilante heroes - the Green Arrow, the lovely Black Canary, their little set of similarly arrow-themed heroes. But it seems a new defender of the people has entered the scene as of late: a younger one going by the name of Spectre, clad in a silver costume, able to phase through any solid form and not afraid to use that ability to fight the bad guys and defend the innocent people of Starling. It’s more than a little disconcerting for the Green Arrow and those associated with him, who are not used to vigilantes in their city who are not part of their little group, and so one Roy Harper, the former archer known as Speedy and current one-armed fighter known as Arsenal, is tasked with approaching Spectre and discovering their real intentions, if they can truly be an ally to the Arrow family. He doesn’t quite expect the new vigilante to remove their mask upon the two’s very first conversation, revealing themself to be Kay Morgan, a local journalism student and metahuman who just wants to use their powers to help people… and he certainly doesn’t expect, through many late-night maskless conversations, to become as attached to them as he seems to be getting.

OTHER INFO:

Technically this is based on another Roy OC I had ages ago and never did anything with, and they did have different powers, but I realized I’ve already given those powers to another plot bunny, so phasing it is!

Last name is stolen from the character Derek Morgan, because I’m watching Criminal Minds as I type this and I am terrible with coming up with last names.

Kay’s a little sweetie! They’re kind and generous and they just want to use the gift their meta gene has given them to help people and keep innocents safe, so they and Roy do have kind of a grumpy/sunshine thing going on.

After being introduced to the rest of the Arrow Fam, they actually become good friends with Dinah! The two of them are absolute badasses together, and Dinah becomes a sort of mentor to them as well.

They mainly rely on their phasing powers in the beginning, but Roy and eventually Dinah also teach them to develop their hand-to-hand abilities, and they become a more well-rounded vigilante if that’s even a thing.

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

[n3ptoonz]

Your OC is cool!

tysm🥲🥲ur all so kind with your reblogs and comments i was all giddy last night 😭

unprovoked basic info about her:

she's a geomancer from outworld and tanya's younger sister (same age as tanya tho), there's some LORE i wrote years ago about them two and for the new timeline. her name is kanari and i be shipping her from time to time with kung lao 🤭 (in my lore they never got together smfh just like liutana)(maybe if they stopped KILLING kung lao!!!)

i'll post another drawing of her maskless whenever i feel like coloring it in but again ty all for your reblogs and kind words 🩷🩷

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Hux was not a fearful man. Years with Brendol have taught him that every pain has an end. And no matter what he is able to bear it and live. Breathing was helpful. It's always better to breath through pain. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Right? At this point Hux knew it was kriffing bullshit. Nightmares didn't make him stronger, flashback didn't make him stronger, memories didn't make him stronger, the irresistible urge to cry, to scream and to die didn't make him stronger. It gave him a purpose though. It gave him determination. Brendol signed his own death sentences. With every blow, every humiliation, every scream. Hux knew he will mange. He just has to breathe.

But now someone took breath from him. He did not care about black robes, about mask, even about saber. It was just costume. Meaningless things to intimidate fearful people. But blunt force of invisible hand tightening on his throat was something else. His uniform collar barely hid bruises. He hated those moments. Kneeling on the ground, with hands on the durastil floor, fighting for his breath and being able to utter only "As you wish, Lord Ren". He wanted to kill him. No matter how powerful, or how useful was Ren seeing him dead would bring him endless enjoyment. He knew it was impossible. But he was patient. Patience is one of few virtuses Hux posesed.

First time he saw him destroying consoles he was scared for his life, second furious, third irritated, forth… ah forth time was actually something else.

Hux tightened his grip on datapad and took a deep breath. Red reflections were flashing on the walls.

"Stay here Mitaka"

"Sir?"

" Stay. Here. " He moved forward to certain death. "Ren!"

To his surprise Ren was maskless. He was hitting non-stop completely destroyed consoles. Metal was melted and marked with saber.

"Ren! This is madness! Stop now or i will shoot you!" Kylo hit console last time, breathing heavy. Hux blinked as he heard sobbing. Kylo drop on his knees hiding his face in hands.

"Ren?" Hux made a few steps in his direction and took another deep breath. Just in case. He crouched down slowly. Oh how easy it would be to pull out a dagger and just cut his throat. But Hux was smarter than that. Wounded dog can bite even harder. Another breath, just in case. "Ren?"

Kylo sat down holding his legs close to his chest. Hux could only see his eyes and hair. Oh how young. Hux swallowed looking at him. Kylo Ren was crying. Kylo Ren was definitely younger than him. Kylo Ren was trembling. On the ground. That's new. But there was only one person who could caused this.

"Was he… angry?" He began slowly, looking cautiously at Kylo. Knight looked and the ground and cleared his throat.

"Yeah."

"Mhm." Hux nodded slowly. Patiently. He looked around on destroyed chamber and sighed. Stood up and turn around. Let's see. " I will do paperwork" He said aiming to the door. It took only two steps.

"General."

"Yes, Lord Ren?"

"You have made a very good decision." Hux blinked. It was not what he expected.

"What?"

"Not pulling that knife on me." he whispered "You would be dead. In less than a second. Do not forget yourself." Hux felt pressure on his throat. Not enough to take away air but enough to make him shiver. Hux turned around. He saw tears, shaky hands, tired look.

"How old are you?" He blurted out. Ren looked at him in confusion.

"I… I am 24"Hux was looking at him for far to long. He left him there and glanced at Mitaka.

"We can go." he mumbled but then suddenly stopped looking at Mitaka "Lieutenant, how old are you?"

"25 sir. Everything alright, sir?"

"Find anything you can about Kylo Ren and send it to my datapad. Schedule meeting with him today and make sure that he is aware of it."

"Yes sir."

Kylo stormed into his chamber, immediately making Hux furious, but he did mange to calm himself.

"What do you want?"

"Since i already saw your face maybe we can spare the mask?" It caught Kylo off guard. He cleared his throat

"I…i am not sure if i am allowed to.. "

"Allowed? " He asked mockingly. Kylo stayed silent and removed mask after few seconds. He put It on the desk and sat down.

" Your little lap dog didn't want to leave me alone until i promised to see you"

" He is not a lap dog. He is my right-hand man. And is older than you" he said amused.

" That's what It is all about right? My age? You think i am too young and..."

"To reckless. Maybe. Incompetent. Yes. Your Age? Is not a problem. It's an advantage. Your age is the reason why we are talking right now"

"I see. You should be more careful with this thoughts General. These are dangerous. Reckless."

"Maybe. But i think we share them. Aren't we Ren? We both think that this organization is in… Ah well desperate need of new management"

" Watch your words" Ren hissed "You are talking about killing my Master, Hux."

"Isn't it a fate of all masters? To be killed by their apprentices?" Hux smiled and something in Kylo's face told him that he had won.

Maybe Kylo was right to hid his face behind the mask. Because now Hux could read from his face like from statistic report. The bait was taken. Hux knew how efficiently manipulate people. Which words to use. How to act. And Kylo Ren was receptive to all of it. Hux earned a few more bruises. But he learned from his mistakes and now he had very lovely, obedient hound at his heel. Until now.

Kylo stood looking at a dead body of Snoke.

"Where do you think you are going general?" He smiled looking at Hux walking too close to the throne. He pushed him lightly with force to the centre of the throne room. "You thought that you outsmarted me General? That you can now take what's mine?"

Hux pressed his lips together looking as Kylo sat on the throne.

"Your plan was indeed brilliant, your guidance acceptable and appreciated but now… Well am not going to give up what is rightfully mine"

"And what about me?" He hissed and looked around at stormtroopers and officers kneeling before Kylo. With forehead to the ground. That fight was lost, Hux could feel it.

"Ah… Well it depends on you. What do you say? The Supreme Leader is dead." Hux felt strange presence in his mind. Growing tightness in his skull. And voice. Sweet promising tone talking about how all troubles and pain will end. He only need to lay on the ground before Kylo Ren. Lay at his feet as a well-earned prize. His head was spinning, and he felt blood running from his nose. Stubborn fool. Give up! He took a deeper breath and dropped at one knee looking at Kylo with high rise chin.

" Long live Supreme Leader"

Kylo tilted his head watching him with curious expression. Something in between approbation and annoyance was on his face. He stood up and stand before Hux.

"Stand up Grand Marshall. We have work to do, aren't we?"

"One day i will kill you"Kylo smiled.

" Yes. I know. But it's not that day"

"No. It is not." he said silently. "I am patient. I can wait. I will wait."

It was as much a threat as a promise. And force hummed in agreement, making Kylo shiver.

[iamnotfishh]

Hi!! I don’t know if you do asks, but if you do, could you please do this one?

https://just-a-few-prompts.tumblr.com/post/639624968096841728

Id really appreciate it!! :)

I apologize for the MASSIVE delay in replying, I hope you like it. :D

Prompt

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The many nights in preparation of telling their parents that they were a part-time hero did not ready them for the possibility that Villain would confront their mom in this matter.

Tapping their foot, Villain waited after ringing the doorbell. Hero prayed that their mom wasn’t home. She did not like the idea that there were kids sacrificing themselves to ensure the city’s safety. But it didn’t stop Hero from approaching the Hero Association.

Money was tight. And they were reckless.

The door opened revealing Hero’s dad, raising an eyebrow at the two of them until he saw the maskless crime-stopper. “Babe, you’ve got to see this!” He shouted behind his back, earning a slight chuckle from Villain and a wide-eyed expression from the other.

They were done for.

After a short explanation from Villain, Hero’s parents dragged Hero in the apartment before allowing the Villain to make themselves at home.

After patching the Hero up and ordering Hero’s younger sibling to not eavesdrop, the family sat down at the dinner table. The father was the first to speak, “Did my child kick a—”

“Honey.”

She cleared her throat. “I apologize for his informality. I have a lot of questions but one thing is for certain,” She glanced at Hero, “You are no longer working at the Hero Association. Do you hear me?”

“But I—” They stopped themself. How many nights had Hero spent, fighting crime when their mother wasn’t aware of it?

How many times have they returned home, covered in injuries when they could’ve been catching up with their friends. Or finishing that art project. Hero averted their gaze in guilt. “Yes ma’am…”

Unwrapping a coffee candy, the Villain spoke, “We’ve got a lot to go over.”

Many questions, one-thousand lectures, and a few jokes later, and the Hero found themselves staring at their ceiling in disbelief. They checked the window to see if the Villain had left before their dog started licking them. They ruffled his fur in return.

“Missing me already?”

The crime-stopper rolled their eyes before suddenly turning toward the criminal. “Why did you… not kill me right then and there?”

The only sound that came from the villain was a huff. “It wasn’t until I got a close look of your face did I realize how young you truly were. Personal feelings got the better of me.”

The hero narrowed their eyes but took the answer. “Thanks.”

Due to Villain, they got the final art project finished, feed the dog, and could sleep peacefully without worrying about a bajillion things, excluding the geometry test. “Will you continue being a villain?”

The other did not answer. There it was. That odd, cold expression.

“If you do, well… I might come back for you in the future.” Hero grinned at this, “And I’ll give you a hugattack!”

“A what?”

The hero didn’t answer as their parents lead Villain to the exit, thanking them for the conversation.

Hero waved the villain goodbye, hoping they’d see Villain when the time was right but little did Hero knew,

They would never see them again.

[visceravalentines]

Oh I would just LOVE to pick your brain about Dilf Vincent! The more I think about it the more obsessed I get 😩

What are your headcanons for him? 👀 I would literally read anything about him and you already write so good so I'm chomping at the bit for any tiny morsel

-🙊

Aww thank you!! Here are a few thoughts I've had in the context of my particular dilf Sinclairs AU (long story short, all brothers lived and left Ambrose). By no means is this my definitive ideal of dilf Vinny, just for this particular story. 🤗

His hair is shorter now, about shoulder length and streaked with gray. He's the same age as Bo obviously (around 50) but he looks younger, fewer lines in his face, less sun damage.

He makes art full-time as his primary source of income and has amassed a pretty significant following. He's known for being particularly reclusive and eccentric and does most of his public dealings through an agent.

Lives alone in a comfortable studio space. Rarely ventures out during the day. Does indeed venture out at night. 👀

Has become so sick of the weight of his shame that he is frequently maskless unless he's in public. He keeps to his home most of the time anyway, but it's a big deal to him to exist outside of the mask. He still has several and on bad days, he wears them even at jome. They give him...not comfort or relief...the support of familiarity, I suppose. He hates every second he has them on.

Where Bo has buried his hangups deep down in order to mask his Issues® and Tendencies™, Vincent has kind of done...the opposite. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.

In the context of AGAAS, Vince and Bo are not on speaking terms. Both do communicate with Lester on a fairly regular basis. And frankly...I can't say I blame Vincent on this one.

[goodpupsinc]

Spidersins AU

Morning Star and Sully

•Lucifer had been raising his younger brother, Satan since they were children. Gaining legal guardianship of him once he turned 18. He attended school with Diavolo and ended up moving in with him during college

Lucifer was a biologist, who through unfortunate circumstances ended up getting bitten by a radioactive spider. Rather than simply being given a sick day or told to walk it off, Lucifer was accused of tampering with another scientists work and was escorted from the lab.

His name was dragged through the mud by the company he'd worked at and he now struggles to find work in his field, rather he's decided to simply be Diavolo's right-hand man. Or for lack of betters terms, he stays home and organizes paperwork.

Satan, meanwhile, took up a job as a reporter for the Daily Bugle! Entering the lab years later in order to find evidence and clear his brother's name!

In doing so, he was bitten by the same spider, though far more irradiated leading to more...interesting developments for the younger.

•They live in a place bareing resemblance to both New York and Tokyo, general big city vibes but very walkable and similar to the shopping districts of Japan(think Sanfransokyo from Big Hero 6)

•Satan has more claw-like hands, though not visible to the naked eye much like a lizards would be. Due to the specialized claws he prefers to be barefoot(at least as much as he can get away with) and have fingerless gloves

•He also has fangs, where as Lucifer notably does not.

•Satan's webs snap! Making excellent cover for anything requiring more stealth

•Neither is aware the other is Spiderman, Diavolo is the middleman who has the unfortunate luck of knowing that both of them are..and both are clueless.

Both believe the other is just some stranger stepping in on their turf-

•Both Lucifer and Satan have natural webbing, Lucifer having very little modification to his suit and little to no tech.

•Satan's costume is also more on the plain side but he's developed false "chelicerae" that produce a venom* he himself created! They rest on his arms where the web-shooters would normally sit.

*The venom isn't deadly but it does cause nausea and dizziness for a good hour or two depending on how large the enemy is

•Satan prefers combat involving alot of..physical contact. Headbutting, leg sweeps, biting- You name it he's probably done it.

•Lucifer is a more defensive fight, preffering to keep himself safe. Though he is still trying to cause damage, he has a younger brother and boyfriend to get home to-

Along with not wanting to wake up maskless in a hospital-