#zee streams

[ladyzee-oddityhunter]

((CW: Mentions of pokemon abuse))

Zee Streams: “Welcome to the Heartfelt Shelter!”

[The following stream is timestamped 2:36pm 11 January, 2024]

Stream beginning soon...

When the lobby screen swipes away, Zee is standing in what looks like a small front lobby. Behind her is a reception desk with the title “Heartfelt Foundation” mounted on the wall in creamy white letters next to a salmon pink heart.

Beside Zee is a young man standing a few inches shorter than Zee herself. His hair is chocolate brown save for the butter yellow braids in front of his ears. He’s wearing a black turtleneck and a dark red blazer and slacks. His eyes, watching the camera slightly nervously, are strikingly pale blue-grey.

Zee waves eagerly, letting the gold underside of her shoulder cape flutter and flash.

“Hello my lovely skiddo kiddos! You’re here with me, Lady Zee, and today we’re doing something a little out of the ordinary before our regularly scheduled oddity stream!”

She gestures broadly to the desk and facility name behind her, the movement again punctuated by her cape’s sparkle.

“This is Mateo, and today he’s giving us a tour! Of what you ask? You remember our newest sponsor I’m sure, the Heartfelt Foundation! Today we’re touring their shelter in Slateport City where they have all sorts of pokemon in their care and up for adoption! Right, Mateo?”

Mateo gasps softly before seeming to remember to smile.

“Ah! Yeah! I spend a lot of time in here because I love taking care of the pokemon and making sure they go to good homes so…”

He pauses and looks needfully to Zee for some sort of cue. She makes a “go ahead” gesture with her hand, and he seems to catch on with no small amount of relief that he's doing this correctly.

"So follow me," He says, leading Zee through a door to the left of the reception desk. The camera, her rotom phone today, follows dutifully to keep them both in frame.

Mateo walks into what looks like a long, wide hallway lined with rooms enclosed by plexiglass. Zee pauses to point into one, and the camera zips up to her and turns to look into the room.

Inside is what looks like a tiny lake surrounded by soft grass and filled with lilypads. Many small, semi-aquatic pokemon like wooper and politoed are splashing in and out of the water. A lone tympole bobs to the surface and playfully blows a bubble toward the glass.

The next room is fully aquatic, looking more like an indoor swimming pool with a narrow platform running around the edges, just wide enough for a caretaker to stand on while they clean the enclosure or feed the pokemon. A goldeen, several magikarp, and a few feebas are swimming peacefully in there.

"So we have twenty-three enclosures right now," Mateo says as he gestures down the hall, "But we set them up and break them down as our number of residents changes. All of our resident pokemon were either surrendered to us or rescued from unsafe situations, and all of them are adoptable."

"Is it easy to adopt?" Zee asks from where she's crouched beside a very dark enclosure and looking in. What looks like a woobat's nose is pressed against the glass, sniffing occasionally.

"It can be!" Mateo says, a confident smile now creeping across his mouth as they move into comfortable territory for him. "We check out every potential new adopter before sending any pokemon home with them, so anyone with a known history of pokemon abuse is NOT allowed to adopt. We also make sure the home itself is suitable for the pokemon based on type, species, and individual personality. This way we make sure no one goes to a home where they don't fit the environment or lifestyle, stress out their new family, and have to come back and break everyone's hearts. And we teach every adopter a quick course in feeding and care for their new family member, and send them home with a pamphlet of Heartfelt's own independent research on that species if we have one. There are a lot of pokemon, so we don't have a pamphlet for all of them yet, but we're also available during all business hours for any adopters who need some help."

Zee bounces to her feet and claps her hands, and the camera does a happy up and down bob with her. "That is SO wonderful!" She cheers.

"How many pokemon have you helped find homes?"

"Hundreds!" Mateo says proudly with a little puff of his chest. "We take pokemon happiness very seriously here!"

They continue the tour, Zee peeking into most of the enclosures and commenting on how cute the pokemon inside are with the camera following her gaze. Each enclosure contains a miniature environment setup and pokemon relaxing or playing comfortably. Most of them contain multiple smaller species, but a few contain just one or two larger ones with the largest being an elderly slaking.

As they reach the end of the hall, the clear plexiglass windows are replaced by solid doors with much smaller windows inset at roughly eye level. Zee stops beside one, and Mateo hurries back to her side, looking a little nervous.

"Ah, please be careful around this door. This guy doesn't like... Uh. Noise."

The camera lifts up to peer in through the window. This room is much smaller and is dimmed comfortably. Inside is a large, soft looking pokemon bed upon which a houndoom sleeping.

"Oh..." Zee says, her voice fading out sadly, because the houndoom inside does not look happy.

One of its horns is broken off, and a deep, still healing gash is cut across its face from the base of the broken horn to the tip of its snout. The cut passes through an empty eye socket. Laceration scars are scattered along its side, and its tail has been removed just a few inches past its tailbone.

"We call him Spicy Meatball," Mateo says grimly. "He was rescued from a death battling ring. He's really, really jumpy around other pokemon and loud noises because of it, but when he feels safe he's the sweetest guy."

"Oh dear, that's... That's..." Zee trails off, struggling for once to find words.

Mateo finishes for her.

"Terrible, right?"

Zee turns to look at him and nods. Her eyes look a bit watery, and the camera pans over to center on Mateo instead.

"It's really terrible," He continues, "That some people think that's just okay to do to other living things, to do to pokemon. To make them suffer, and make them unable to feel safe just living. Not even some people. A... A lot of people. Meatball's not the first one I've seen come in like this, and I know... I just KNOW he won't be the last."

He looks directly at Zee, away from the camera. "Not unless something is done to actually stop this kind of human behavior. REALLY stop it, not just advise against it. And we can do that, Zee. We can stop it. You just need to help us."

Zee's eyebrows press together and her mouth falls slightly open, confusion settling in her expression. This does not sound like a normal sponsor speech. Her golden brown eyes flick once toward the camera, and suddenly Mateo seems to remember it's there.

"So!" He says, looking slightly off balance but swiftly recovering, "That's why we need help from compassionate people, to help educate people on how to love and care for their pokemon friends, and help the ones in need find homes. Right?"

Zee recovers faster, throwing on a smile and sweeping her right hand out so the gold in her cape shimmers elegantly. "That's right! Running a shelter and sharing information takes a lot of resources though, and food! Lots of yummy pokemon food! To help Heartfelt keep the lights on and tummies full, follow the link my darling mods are posting in the chat and donate a little! If you don't have anything to spare right now, that's fine! Please make sure to share that link with your friends instead! Every set of eyes and every donation helps a TON!"

Mateo swallows, his smile a little stiff as he looks at the camera. "Thank you so much for visiting today, Lady Zee. It was great to have you, and I think the pokemon loved being famous for a bit."

"Thank you SO much for having me! I had SUCH an amazing time! AND I'll have an even BETTER time if I can feed that woobat!"

She bounces on her toes happily and waves to the camera. "Thank you SO much for joining us on this tour! I hope to see you all again tonight for our regularly scheduled oddity stream! And remember skiddos, mommy loves you!"

Thanks for Watching!

[moe-the-mechanic-robot]

Did some Chanax Inc. But Binj'd Edits

(FIRST, THIRD AND FOURTH ARE FROM "THE FOUNDER", SECOND IS FROM "THE BOSS")

[beautiful-songbird]

When you open your camera roll and suddenly you’re reminded that you’re in love with a guy

[jr0vj0t3if]

[ifangirlalot]

I’m not sure if requests are still open or not (if they aren’t just ignore this!!) but if they are, I’d love a really sweet top sal fisher kinda thing!

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring sal fisher

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: softdom!sal x sub!reader, mentions of p in v, oral (fem receiving), praising (pronouns used): AFAB reader

First piece I've posted in a bit, no other subject than my lil mass murderer himself <3

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⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal isn't really a rough sex kinda guy anyways, but he also isn't super into being the bottom, so he's a soft dominant all the way. ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He's incredibly big on dirty talk, though, even though he doesn't really seem like he would be. (It's always the soft spoken ones, bro!)

"You're being such a good girl for me." "I know it hurts baby, but you're doing so fucking good." "I'm so fucking proud of you for taking all of my cock." "You look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick, baby."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal loves when you're a mindless little sub baby for him. You sitting on the floor in front of him with your cheek against his leg while he absently rubs your hair and praises you- ugh, heaven for him.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 If you had a rough day at school or something, he loves edging you to sleep. Just using his fingers to stroke away at your insides, except he doesn't let you cum until you tell him you feel better.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Or he just lets you sleepily rut yourself against his cock while murmuring to you in a soft voice.

"Shhh, you don't need to think, just fuck yourself to sleep, little bird."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal starts getting hella cocky when you become a mindless, drooling mess from bouncing on his cock for hours on end while he just smirks and gives you compliments about it.

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He loves getting head from you. The sight of you between his legs, struggling to get past a couple inches, tears streaming down your face while you whimper like a good little fuck baby and he gently wipes your tears away with his thumbs and gently talks you through it.

"Ah.. shh, there you go, atta girl.. Just a little further for me? Can you do that baby? Can- ahhh, fuck yeah, there we go, just like that.."

⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He also uses his dominance to help you develop a sense of self respect and make healthy habits. You made your bed today? He'll fuck you in it and make it back up for you when you're down. You brushed your teeth? He'll give you the greatest head of your life. You ate breakfast today? He'll rub your clit and tell you how proud he is of you for trying today.

[A Note From Zee]

I apologize for taking so long, I just have not been in the mindset to write recently- Hopefully I can get some more (longer/better) requests settled out this weekend.

[manchesterau]

zee manchesterau’s 2024 fic round up

I just want to start off by saying a big thank you to everyone who has ever reblogged or liked my writing post on here, the people who take the time to read the things that I put out on ao3, and those who even leave a comment and a kudos. It means so much to me, you all have no idea! I'm shit at replying to people but just know I read every single thing that's ever been sent to me, thank you all so much!!!

This year was the year that I broke my 4 year writers block. I'm not kidding when I say I mentally could not write anything, and I almost gave up on writing completely which absolutely devastated me as I've been a writer all of my life. I thought that I didn't have anything else to say, and that no one would want to listen but I was so wrong. I found inspiration again through dan and phil, but it was the lovely comments of support by this fandom that pushed me to write more. I ended this year with 10 fics on ao3 and a few ficlets on here and I'm still shocked that I was able to have written so much. Thank you, and I hope to share so much more with you all next year.

Fics under the cut ↓

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Phil wakes up to a still bus and the sounds of Chicago traffic. (tour bus ficlet)

Saturdays are theirs. (Phil proposes with dips)

Prompt: could you do something with them just waking up and being all lovey dovey while sleepy? Just sweet morning kisses and cuddles and softness all around please?

Prompt: helloooo for the fic prompts thing… cat and bear halloween 2009? pls (no pressure)

ao3

thinking of new ways to do each other

The stream ends but their night isn't over just yet.

fall in love again and again

Two days into their holiday while lounging by the villa pool that they rented out for the week to ensure maximum privacy, Dan has a thought: I’m going to marry this boy.

a bit ridiculous

And it would all feel a bit ridiculous if Dan wasn’t so madly in love.

exhale

The first leg of the tour has just ended, Dan and Phil find a way to relax in their hotel room.

stop the world i wanna get off with you *series*

A domestic night in the life of Phil the vampire and Dan the witch.

here come the dreams of you and me

So he and Dan are a thing now. Phil doesn’t really know what thing they are but it’s something he knows he wants to hold onto and never let go.

change

Everything is carefully controlled and he wonders why it seems that coming to Australia loosens his self-restraint.

15 Years

Their lives, forever intertwined.

healing hat

It’s only then while he’s about to climb back in bed and text Dan that whatever he ordered just arrived that he notices his head has settled down and he can actually blink without it hurting.

push and pull

They’re nowhere near ready to be done, and Phil isn’t always patient when it comes to most things but when it comes to fucking Dan, he has all the time in the world.

[princessbrunette]

onlyfans…princess get outta my head i just did sumn w jj x camgirl!reader where he helps out on her streams - 🐰

not our brains saying zee bluetooth device is ready to pair???? thats so hot. also just love the idea of jj making low quality vids on his laptop webcam of him jerking off and selling the vids for a few extra bucks. mhm

[real-total-drama-takes]

All the 2023 contestants were born in 2007 and grew up with the show being off the air, so they were all 100% in the trenches of ship drama in the td fandom defending their ships. Here's my 100% correct do not @ me headcanons for each characters favourite ship.

Priya: Zoke, she was put on some block lists because she said she shipped all of Mike's alters with Zoey and no one else. Her parent's grounded her and made her watch Vito x Anne Marie edits as a punishment.

Bowie: If Gwourtney has a million fans, he's one of them. If Gwourtney has five fans, he's one of them. If Gwourtney has one fan, he's that fan. If the world is against Gwourtney he is against the world.

Millie: Thinks it's incredibly problematic and childish to ship real people. But Bawn.

Julia: Got her first taste of internet fame by claiming Blainely and Chris were in a secret relationship. When this comes out this will cancel her worse than the dinosaur thing and she will be forced to go into hiding for her own protection.

Emma: Wrote poly drama brother buys you from your parents fics. Chase read these out on a live stream and they stayed together.

Chase: Not a shipper but was defending Duncan with his last breath over the love triangle stuff.

Zee: Zee hasn't actually seen the show he thought he was auditioning for 6teen, in which he ships Judesy.

Ripper: I don't know whats telling me this but Leonard and Beardo. I think he saw a photoshopped image of them together with red arrows and he's currently convinced they're in a relationship.

Wayne & Raj: Lyler is unironically relationship goals for them, they celebrate their anniversary every year

MK: Commented under Noco posts "Uhm, what about Nemma?" and then watched the world light on fire. Ships Nowen.

Scary Girl: She unironically thinks Sierra is really normal but doesn't ship her with Cody because she just doesn't like him, thinks he fumbled her. Ships Heatherra, Bowie sent her death threats over this and she sent them back

Nichelle: Runs in the same circles as Chris, saw Chris and Chef together all the time despite Total Drama not being on, just assumed they were partners.

Axel: Shasmine anti, thinks Jasmine is gaslighting Shawn about the zombie stuff, wrote a long angry reddit post about it and got banned from the total drama subreddit.

Caleb: Gwent, also got death threats from Bowie and tried to @ Gwen and Trent to come to his defense.

I take no criticism. 🪅Jester ass looking piñata

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[acenildark]

Workshopped this new character recently, her name is Zee and she's a lazy gamer bee that sits around all day streaming to her small group of niche fans...

Her fans fund her lifestyle and buy her food, explaining her... stature.

[suzythesilkie]

Ever think, Hades, but make it chicken? I did.

Designed this PNG to be me when I play Hades on stream! >:)

It was so hard trying to mimic Jen Zee's art style. It's so iconic.

[another-lost-mc]

I’m thinking about Azra who open the door (without knocking) and heard Zee call MC ‘bunny’ 😊

inside jokes

featuring: zekhan x gn!reader, azra

cw: nsfw / mdni. sex in public places and getting caught. 0.9k words.

Oh, the things Azra has seen and heard since you started dating his best friend. He'd be proud if it didn't make work a little bit awkward at times.

If Zee is in his office - like he is now, standing between your thighs after lifting you onto the edge of his desk - his excellent hearing can pinpoint Azra's location by listening for the familiar click of his heeled boots on the club’s smooth flooring. Once the sounds of those ominous steps start ascending the staircase to the second floor offices, it gives Zee just enough time to tuck himself away and make sure he can arrange your clothes neatly back into place.

Azra strolls into the office moments later, without knocking of course, and you try to act as if you weren't half-naked and laid across the desk minutes before. The fake innocence might be convincing except for the lust pouring off both of you in waves, and only a fool could miss all other telltale signs that something was going on before he arrived. He raises an eyebrow at your flustered expression and the breathless cadence of your voice when you say hello.

Zee’s smile is bland in comparison to yours, and it fails spectacularly to mask his annoyance as he leans back against the desk, arms crossed sulkily at the interruption.

Azra feels bad about that sometimes, he really does, and he makes half-hearted promises to knock next time. Sometimes he does, and sometimes he doesn't.

For all his composure and planning, Zee can be distracted at the worst times; it's risky for him to fuck you outside the vague privacy of his office. In those desperate moments, he gets lost in the warmth of your neck beneath his lips and the fluttering pulse that answers the gentle scrape of fangs against your skin. Who could blame him when your trembling hands reach for his belt and your own desire sends blood rushing from his skull to the hard, leaking cock that's already straining against his zipper?

Azra’s telltale steps slowly grow louder as he follows the current of lust to the storage closet you're hiding in, but Zee doesn't notice - he's too busy murmuring filth into your ear while his hands tug and tear at your clothes to find bare skin. Your whimpered moans and the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair have effectively stolen his undivided attention. He holds you steady against the wall, and his lust-thickened voice babbles a stream of loving praise as his body sinks deep into yours with sharp, jerky thrusts.

It’s only harsh light from the hallway spilling across your face that announces Azra's unwanted presence, and Zee adjusts himself so that your disheveled appearance is hidden from view with his own body. The dangerous growl that reverberates deep in his chest would be enough to scare away most demons, but Azra’s slack-jawed expression, stunned by the illicit dalliance he stumbled upon, morphs into a grin instead. He doesn't linger where he's not wanted and leaves without much fuss, spinning on his heel and offering a cheeky wave over his shoulder as he exits that dusty little room. He's even thoughtful enough to make sure the handle locks behind him before he walks away.

Stumbling on lovers in a steamy embrace is an every-night occurrence at the club, and Azra understands more than most demons the appeal of a little carnal appreciation. Tonight's not even the first time he's caught the two of you in the middle of such a wanton display. However, Zee grows suspicious when he checks his phone later - after he cleaned you up and drove you home, of course - and saw nothing from his boss regarding what happened. Zee expected a lecture of some kind, or a taunt or a lewd comment or even sarcastic congratulations, something that mentioned the awkward situation he inadvertently put you in due to his own carelessness.

Zee figures the best way to soothe his rattled nerves is carry on like nothing happened and deliver some paperwork to Azra’s office - a petty punishment for earlier, if nothing else. He’s more than happy to drop the stack on the desk and leave again without much fanfare, especially when he's greeted by the back of Azra's chair. It creaks when it starts to spin around, and Zee freezes halfway to the door when his friend finally faces him, one cheek resting on his hand while a lazy smirk spreads across his face and brightens his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Azra asks in a tone that's far too innocent for a demon like him to pull off convincingly. “Aren’t you going to call me bunny too?”

Sprouting up between Azra’s wayward curls is a bunny-eared headband. It’s nearly identical to the headband you slipped on earlier to tease Zee with, the innocent costume prop that inspired him to drag you into the first empty room he could find. After Azra's brief interruption, he rewarded your playfulness by fucking you so hard that those floppy little ears slid off your scalp and clattered on the ground at his feet.

Zee shoots his boss a withering glare and bares his teeth menacingly before he storms from the office without a word.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I think it’s cute,” Azra shouts teasingly as he suppresses the urge to laugh. A few moments later, a door down the hall slams shut and he doesn't see or hear a trace of his friend for the rest of the night.

read more: oc masterlist | obey me masterlist

[gmalaart]

Parabola changes. It is in its nature. It changes when you least expect it to, when you least want it to, but there are some things one can rely on, even in such a mutable land. One such thing, Emon has learnt, is that there are places where entering Parabola is easier, where the boundary between Is and Is-Not becomes soft and malleable. There are mirrors, of course, but sometimes bodies of water can also become passageways if everything lines up as it should. These passages are not as reliable as still surfaces, and perhaps for this very reason they are much more powerful, dragging dreams and memories and emotions through their gaping maw. Normally, one would want to avoid such a thing. Unfortunately, Emon doesn't have much choice. They have been walking and swimming and falling through the currents of the zee for what feels like days, weeks, months, with no sight of land. No mirrors here. And now that their desire to return is strong, they start realising that parts of them are fading, drowned out by the memories and dreams all around them. They don't have time to spare. The opening they found will have to do. If only the currents weren't so strong. This is the third day Emon has spent trying to approach the boundary, diving into the depths of memory to reach for the faint light of the fake stars from the Is, but it seems a hopeless effort. They allow themself to rest for a moment on the surface of the reflected zee, staring up at the cosmogone sun. They can feel it pulling them upwards even now. It will only get worse as soon as they dive down below. And yet… They have to try again. With a deep breath that will be useless under the waves, Emon pushes themself down into the cold. There is a light at the bottom of the zee and despite the strain on their limbs, they swim towards it. The first thing that flows past them is sensations brittle salvage under your fingertips / slimy algae touching the bottom of your feet / the warmth of a shared celebratory meal and those are easy to ignore. They push Emon's hair into their face, impairing their vision for a moment, but they're a trifling thing compared to what follows. Words, sentences, impressions of conversations are next thank goodness the fish are / I still think I ought to have had a bigger role in the play / you got WHAT from exchanging some random coral? and that's harder, Emon's curiosity makes them want to linger and listen to those scraps of conversation. Then the currents pick up. The memories push against Emon's limbs like waves crashing against the sides of our creaking fishing boat, dragging us towards the scraggly cliffs and bring them off-course as the light of their objective seems to grow dimmer. Emon grits their teeth, refuses to breathe them in and letting them cloud their mind. They need to swim, they need to push aside the gripping hands of a thousand strangers as they try to grab the fish from the stream and pull it up out of the water, where they can eat it, devour it, they are so hungry. The memories are bad. The dreams, are so much worse. Just when the light grows stronger again, almost within reach now, a wave of hate, so strong it knocks Emon into the rocks at the bottom of the zee, crashes into them. They are surrounded by stars and meteor-rocks cut their clothes and skin as the currents whip them to and fro. Spikes and vows and curses bear into Emon's mind, yelling for them to get out get away go to the surface see the stars again and yet another force pulls them further down towards love too ancient to be understood love willing to give up the light the wind and life itself to be with the shade of what your darling used to be. It's too much. They don't understand. They can never understand how something like this could even exist. They grasp onto the sharp rocks but the skin of their fingers is tearing and their grip is slipping. They will be swept away once again and so will their mind with every new attempt.

aka, Cavendish attempts to escape Parabola during the Fruits of the Zee festival

[jr0vj0t3if]

[your-ne1ghbor]

EPIC THE WISDOM SAGA STREAM DOODLES

@signed-sapphire @spectator-zee @pennysucks @sewerpallete

[rascalentertainments]

"Is Star Angry?" (Angst Time)

"No...he's hurting."

Now that chapter 7 is out, It's time I release Cosmic!Star's design! This is the form I've hinted at for a while, and its what's shown when Star attacks Magnifico in Chapter 7. And it will come up again during one of the final chapters.

I came up with this after reading Sueño's rage form from @oh-shtars, and it caused me to brainstorm. Star is generally a fun guy and is rarely angry, but there's a point where Magnifico pushes him over the edge (twice). When it seems like the king has killed Asha in the final battle (and attempts to kill her in Chapter 7), Star is so overwhelmed with rage and hurt that his full cosmic power is unleashed. Ironically, that's what Mags wants, but its more than he bargained for. Its a nearly all black as space body with a white outline, and his eyes and star symbol are yellow. The lines you see underneath the eyes are tear streams, he can cry in this form too.

Star can't speak in this form because he's so full of hurt and pain, which is why he doesn't have a mouth. He wants to scream, but he can't. He does manage to say one thing once he's calmed down enough.

The design is referencing the Genie's dark form from Aladdin, which I thought was an awesome design. The twist here is that since the villain usually takes a monster form in the final battle, Star does the same for a while, thinking he can defeat Monster!Mags with it. Finding out we were going to get an epic cosmic final battle between two magical beings in a Disney movie before it was scrapped made me want to scream. So I decided we're getting that in Wish Granted! 😂

When he's angry, his sound effects resemble the howl of a wolf crying. (Particularly this video below) Add a little bit of thunder in there and its a chilling effect.

I'm beginning to write more angst, so its fitting to give him an angst form at this point. One thing is clear here: DON'T PISS OFF STAR. 😂😂😂

@signed-sapphire @chillwildwave @annymation @snackara

@tumblingdownthefoxden @uva124 @your-ne1ghbor @ishadow246

@spectator-zee @cocoapowderpictures

[runa-falls]

cat and mouse - 3

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: mention of alcohol and being inebriated, Miguel in normal clothes (yes this is a warning), friends vs. lovers type beat

a/n: this one might be a little frustrating fyi. also it might be a while for the next part to come out bc i'm having trouble figure out where i want this story to go.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.4k

part 1 part 2 part 4

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The villain's life isn’t too bad. Especially when you have friends. Well, a friend.

Really, it’s just like being unemployed, but you’re not living off of your life savings, you’re living off of someone else’s.

Maybe someone else’s else’s savings.

Ok fine, you’ll admit it. You haven’t actually done much crime at all. You’ve just been mooching off of Felicia like a girl with a sugar mama.

So what? It’s not your fault she’s the most generous criminal you’ve ever met. And technically, the money comes directly from other people’s accounts, so you are still acting as an accessory to a crime and that’s good enough for you.

So far, you’ve been treating these past few weeks like an extended vacation. 

You’re still not used to your powers. It’s not as easy as thinking about something and it happens. It’s more like a feeling, something you have to pull from within. After the first few times of accidentally exploding someone’s Kia Soul and a breakfast sandwich that cost $12 (which is a crime in itself), you’ve been a little apprehensive about using your powers unless you really need them.  

Thankfully, you have Felicia to teach you a few non-power-related moves just in case. You actually thought you’d never see her again after she left you on that roof. Even though she did say, “I’ll see you later,” you thought she was just being polite. But then you got a text for brunch a few days later.

Feli is not a villain, but she’s certainly not a hero either. She kinda just does what she wants when she feels like it. It’s inspiring, really. 

You never told her about what happened that other night, not wanting to mention how Spider-Man mistook you for her. Or the fact that your shared a heated kiss with the hero. You’re supposed to be a bad-ass criminal, not some girl who fraternizes with superheroes like some sort of groupie. You do, however, tell her about how full-black suits aren’t your style and that you’re thinking about finally embracing your fiery locks.

She agrees adding, “We can’t show up in the same fit every time we’re committing a crime. We need to keep it fresh, give ‘em something to talk about.” 

You were ready to go down to a fabric shop and stitch something quick together, but Feli adamantly convinced you that she would take care of it. Feli has this awesome AI assistant named Zee that does everything from ordering groceries to building her a new ultra-sleek motorcycle. You were told to tell Zee what you were looking for in your new suit since she’s also conveniently connected to an advanced fabricator. 

“Hello, Ms. Hardy and Ms. Blaze.” You grumble at the AI’s use of your long-hated nickname, “How can I be of service?”

“Make her a new suit,” Feli commanded, “and make it quick, we have things to do today.” She sits at a desk, clicking idly through her large desktop. You peek over her shoulder, curious about what she’s working on. It’s a Pinterest board full of outfits and modern interior design ideas. 

“Certainly. What are you looking for?” A holographic menu streams from the fabricating machine, showing you options for the size, fit, and design of the suit. 

“Orange, maybe? And make it a little more breathable, I was sweating bullets in that other one.” 

The menu scrolls around as you speak, showing you favorable color combinations and breathable fabrics and designs. 

You tap on a fiery orange and black palette. It’s simple and makes sense. A few designs with your chosen colors pop up and you see the perfect one. It’s asymmetrical, leaving enough skin uncovered to ensure there’s a fair amount of ventilation for your extra-warm radioactive body heat. You click the ‘process’ button, and the machine starts right away. Estimated Time: 14 hrs and 27 minutes.

Feli stands up when she hears the rev of the machine working its magic. “Alright, darling, let’s get you up to my closet. We’re going to the club.” 

—

Apparently, one of Feli’s associates owns the club we’re going to. 

“He’s been asking about you, hearing about the power plant and all.” The limo he sent to her house is exquisite, offering expensive champagne and snacks. The windows are super tinted for privacy and the partition has been rolled up since you got in, so you can’t really tell where you’re headed. “I told him I’d bring you around the club sometime. That is if he lets us have some fun afterward.” 

The club itself is quite packed. The building throbs with the heavy bass of electronic music that you can hear even through the heavy metal doors. There’s already a line that wraps around the block and it’s only 8 pm. 

You carefully step out of the limo after Feli, trying not to trip in your borrowed heels. The bouncer instantly recognizes her and lets you pass, velvet rope pulled aside. 

The sea of dancing bodies moves like a stop-motion film under the strobing lights as you walk right past the general area. You pass through a curtained entrance, walk up some stairs, and stop in front of the balcony area that overlooks the dance floor. VIP only, it says. 

In the middle of the sitting area is a large bald man dressed in a proper suit, making him look like a frightening businessman. A large smile appears on his pale face when he spots your friend and he stands up to greet the two of you.

You can barely hear his voice over the loud music. “Felicia Hardy, wonderful to see you.” She offers her hand which he politely pecks. 

She merely acknowledges him, “Fisk.”

He turns to you. “And you must be the famous, Blaze.” You don’t offer a hand and he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Please, call me Wilson.”

You don’t spend too much time with him, both because he seemed pretty busy and Feli wanted to go downstairs as soon as possible. He asks you normal things like where you’re from and how you met Feli, but he was mostly curious about your powers and how you got them. 

“A vat, hm? I’ve heard that one before.” It’s true. Vats of shit almost ensure the creation of new villains. “S’a miracle you didn’t die from that.” 

—

Feli is a lot more talkative once you leave Fisk. Despite working for him, she doesn’t seem all that fond of him. “He’ll probably call you up if he ever needs your skillset. I’d recommend taking whatever job he offers, he usually compensates generously.”

“But how? I didn’t give him my number.”

“Doesn’t matter. He’ll be in touch.” 

She tells you to find a table while she gets some drinks. Apparently, the bar is open for her, another perk of working with Fisk. You feel like a wallflower as you wait for her, watching as people come and go to the dancefloor or bar. You sit at the high-top table, legs swinging idly to the beat of the music.

You’re almost shoved off your seat when someone bumps into you and you have to hold onto the table to keep your balance. “Oh, sorry,” You hear a familiar voice say over the pounding music.

“It’s ok.”

 “Lava Girl,” You look over at the man, head having to tilt up to see his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” You barely recognize him as you’ve never seen him out of the suit before. He’s wearing a tight black short-sleeve that stretches nicely over his broad chest and dark wash jeans. Looking like any other civilian. 

“Miguel!” His eyes wander over the short black dress you were borrowing from Felicia, briefly stopping over the length of your bare legs that are visible through the glass table.

“Always seem to be wearing something new when I see you.”

“Well, my friend has expensive taste.”

His brows furrow, “Friend? You’re here with someone?” 

“Mhm.” Your eye catches on a head of silver hair, wandering through the crowds of loud and rowdy people. “Oh, just a sec. There she is.” You stand up to catch her attention and miraculously she spots you, flashing a smile as you wave your arms around like a lunatic. 

Then she sees him and her soft smile stops. One of her perfectly tailored eyebrows raises as she joins the two of you, drinks in hand. “You.” 

He seems surprised to see her. “Fel…” There’s a long bout of silence between the three of you. Whatever light energy was there quickly grows tense and you start to feel uncomfortable. 

What’s with these two?

You try to salvage whatever you can from this weird conversation. “So, how do you guys know each other?” Felicia’s gaze releases its hold on Miguel and they both look at you, almost like forgot you were even there. 

Miguel starts. “Uh, we’re old friends.” She gives him a look that you can’t decipher. “Older enemies.”

Then she writes it out, “Ex’s.” 

You can tell he’s trying to hide a wince, but he’s not very good at it. So he was looking for her that night. Does that mean he would’ve kissed her instead of you then? Wait, that also means you kissed your best friend's ex! Shit.

“Oh.” You pick up a coaster just to have something to do with your hands. “Well, that’s cool– I mean it’s not cool, but– like, oh, so that’s how you know each other. Wow, what a small–”

“Why are you here Mig?” Suspicion drips off each word as she steps forward, almost like she’s trying to protect you. 

“You’re asking why I’m at a club owned by one of the notorious crime lords in Nueva York?” 

And all of a sudden you’re not there again. It’s just them. 

“No, I’m asking why you’re here. With her.” 

“Can’t a guy just say hi to a friend?”

It dawns on her. “She knows?” She says through gritted teeth. 

He run a hand through his dark brown waves, “Look, it just happened.”

“Miguel, leave her alone, she hasn’t done anything.” You feel like you’re a kid watching her parents bicker about things unknown to you. You nervously fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

“She’s a good girl.”

“It’s not like that, Fel.” She rolls her emerald green eyes.

“Sure, it isn’t. I know you, Miguel.” 

He scoffs, “Yeah, whatever.” He brushes her off, clearly done with the conversation. “Ok, well, I’d love to stay longer, but I did actually come here for a reason.” He pulls away from the table, “It was nice seeing you, Blaze.” You could tell that he means it just by the way he looks at you. 

You nod at him, not really up to say much of anything after tonight. You can tell you’re dismissive send-off stings, but you don’t really care. 

“Hardy.” She doesn’t even look at him and he walks away without another word.

“Ugh, that guy.” Feli takes a deep sip of her vodka cran and you watch as a napkin sticks to the sweating glass as she tilts it back. She pushes yours closer to you, letting the perspiration drag against the glass table.

At this point, you’re not really feeling the whole club scene anymore.

“Promise you’ll stay away from him.” Your eyes lift from your untouched glass to meet her stare. “I know he’s Nueva York’s sweetheart Spider-Man or whatever, but he’s bad news, trust me.” 

“Ok.” 

“You really don’t wanna get caught up in the superhero drama. I’m just, trying to look out for you, Blaze.” 

You nod, forcing yourself to smile. “I know.”

And you do. She probably has a good reason for it, but it doesn’t make you feel any better.

All the events of the evening sit in the air for a second. Felicia, Fisk, and Miguel. Your brain is having a hard time organizing everything and the noises around you aren’t helping.

You decidedly pick up your glass without thinking and quickly drain it, barely even tasting it before feeling its cool contents bloom throughout your body. You set it down a bit harsher than you intended, but the coaster does a good job of absorbing the sound. 

You hop off your seat. “Let’s dance.”

Feli is surprised by your sudden changed mood, “Oh, right now?” You need to let loose. You can’t let some stupid kiss ruin your new life. You can’t let anything distract you. You can’t let him distract you. As of now, you’re a new woman and you’re ready to embrace exactly who everyone thinks you are. 

You offer your hand, “Right now.” She takes it, letting you lead her straight to the middle of the dancefloor. 

—

This time you run before you even see him. Well ‘run’ may be an exaggeration. You were too drunk to even walk in a straight line so let’s just say you ‘left.’

So the night went off the rails a little bit. One fruity mixed drink turned into a few rounds of shots, which turned into a very ambitious plan to revisit that bank that shut down on you a few weeks ago. Since it hasn’t been hit since that night, you assumed everything would’ve simmered down around it. Less security, less fuss, and less Spider-Man. And you were right. 

You were also careless. 

Drunk girls and endless power create an interesting scene for the police to discover. First, you skipped the doors altogether. Why use the front entrance, when you can walk straight into the vault? By the time the cops would get there, they’d be greeted by a huge hole that rips through several layers of (theoretically) indestructible materials.

Then there are the two blood-red lipstick kisses right next to it. That was Feli’s idea.

“Oh my god, you know what would be so cute? If we signed off on this with little kisses!”

“Why would we do that?” Your words slur slightly as you step into the vault. It’s stacked high with bills placed in perfectly rectangular towers. A soft breeze could easily ruin the whole room. 

“A girl’s gotta leave her mark.”

“Mm…ok, why not.”

You stuff your small handbags to the brim, not worried when a few bills fall out. This job isn’t really about the money, it’s about sending a message. 

You both casually stagger away from the crime scene, catch a cab (paying with handfuls of cash because you can’t be bothered to count it out), and get back to her place. 

“You staying over?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, darling.”