#Aight might like. Lay down or something...

[kakusu-shipping]

🫶, 💕, ✏️, and 🕊️ for Fatgum? :O

Taishi my beloved!!! Thankyou very much I feel like I'm not talking about him enough recently!!

🫶 - Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

Taishiro fell in love first, and he was really peeved about it let me tell you. Crushing on the annoying clingy rebel kid that sits in front of you in class and keeps dragging you out for shenanigans that could get you expelled? Ooooh he was SO mad about it.

I was too busy back then with my crush on All Might to even consider romance with someone my own age, so I was late to realizing my feeling for Taishiro by like 5 years.

💕- Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

I did when we started the Fatgum Agency together. It wasn't anything special, I'd helped him get his big desk in his new office, we were looking out the big windows together over our city block.. The moment felt right. There was no plan, just kind of an impulse confession. I say it worked out well.

✏️- How canon compliant are you with them?

Most of my My Hero Academia Self Inserts are pretty canon compliant, with a few minor tweaks that wouldn't effect the major plot points. It helps that Taishiro isn't a big part of the plot usually anyway.

🕊️- Give some general domestic tidbits

Back when we first started dating Taishiro lived in a 1 bedroom Gigantification Quirk accommodating apartment and it was stupid expensive. That on top of the amount he had to eat to keep his fat levels regular would have made early hero work impossible if I wasn't playing star hitter in a Major League Quirk Baseball team.

Eventually though we did just buy a house, because it was overall cheaper than the massive apartment, and allowed us an extra room for Tamaki, and eventually Momo, to live with us. (Eijiro, Tetsu, and Nirengeki have solid parents and don't need a space in our home the way Momo and Tamaki do)

Taishiro knows how to cook, but doesn't do so very often just because he doesn't enjoy it. He'd so much rather eat out, or get delivery. I've taken up learning to cook because having home cooking is something parents should do, Taishiro, but so far everything I've made has been burnt to cinders.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Could you do the crew with a surprisingly aggressive reader? Like if an altercation they tried to de-escalate resulted in them getting hit and reader kinda snaps and punches the dog shit outta the person? On some “don’t you ever touch my man/girl”

HOT STUFF— CREW MEMBERS X HOTHEADED! AGGRESIVE! READER.

warnings: none i think.

synopsis: someone makes not so nice comments and you lose ur crap. crew reactions follow.

CAPTAIN, CURLY

He is literally golden retriever ™

Curly is not an aggressive man by any means, he prefers the pacifist way out in any situation, maintaining peace and harmony.

And you were the complete opposite, always ready to pick a fight if anyone looked at you the wrong way.

Curly always tired to explain how being so hotheaded wasn't gonna be good for your health, you just never listened.

something happened at the pony express meeting room and a co-worker remarked something to curly in a tone you weren't quite fond of.

And the next thing anyone knew, you were beating the living crap out of the fella. Everyone just watched on in shock as nobody dared to stop you.

Curly came in and immediately grabbed you in his grasp, not letting you go. He was surprised as to how difficult it was to restraint you.

"y/n you really ought to stop putting yourself in such situations, not everyone has to agree with everything i say. i can't always pull you out of fires, you know that right?".

He knows that you're not the one to learn, so makes sure to keep an eye out on you more.

Thinks it's kinda endearing that you care that much about him.

He asks to join him in the gym for weightlifting. :D

CO-PILOT,JIMMY

Even though jimmy isn't the most pleasant person to be around, he too isn't too fond of altercations and confrontations.

He prefers to always safe side his way out of everything, just making sure his peace isn't compromised.

That is until you came along, always ready to hand a person their ass for saying something wrong at the wrong time.

He wouldn't admit it, but it was quite amusing to him seeing you always ready to fight someone head-on.

He was just annoyed at the consequences which followed after.

Like at the local bar where you guys were out drinking, some girl tried to approach jimmy in the wrong way and welp.

Suddenly her makeup was off and was instead replaced with a black and eye and several bruises. The police had to be called and it was a whole ass thing.

Although jimmy scolded you for being so ill-tempered, he was smiling beneath all that, that you would go to such lengths for him.

Just stop getting your ass pulled into such idiotic situations, aight? It's annoying having to visit the station all the time.

kinda proud.

NURSE, ANYA

Anya is in the medical field, empathy and level headedness is one of her strong pursuits.

She is a pacifist, like curly she prefers to deal with things in a peaceful manner.

Plus, she personally does not like arguments or fights, at all. She herself is quite timid in nature.

After knowing you, she always reminded you to keep your cool and maybe read self help books to help you control your anger.

You guys were out on a date at the park,and a fuckass decided to catcall anya, right in front of you.

Next thing everyone in the park was witnessing was the guy laying face down with some of his teeth knocked out.

While anya was glad, that you looked out for her to such an extent, she did still believe such levels of anger weren't healthy for the body and mind.

So she signed you up for anger management classes.

" y/n I'm doing this for your own sake, who knows when something drastic might happen, please do this? For me?".

Also started making you attend the meditation classes she goes to.

MECHANIC, SWANSEA

Swansea is literally too old to deal with people by beating them up.

He's just way too tired to deal with stuff like this.

Prefers to just leaving things as is, and being "whatever helps you sleep at night". If anyone pisses him off.

Prefers peace and quiet.

So you were, infact a pain in the ass for him.

He was always yelling at you to keep it together or atleast try to get a grip on yourself whenever you feel like losing your shit.

During a maintenance meeting some young lad decided to tell Swansea 'let us handle this one yeah, old man?' and his tone definitely indicated that he didn't mean it with a friendly intent.

Swansea was just gonna let it go, i mean he was infact getting old, he couldn't help it.

But what he didn't expect was you jumping out of your seat and grabbing this dude by his collar and throwing him out of the room like a freaking ragdoll.

Shocked™ what the actual fuck? Why would you beat up a guy, for his sake?

"kid i don't know what was going on in that head of yours beating that guy up like that, but okay."

will die before admitting it, but he was touched seeing you so upset that someone was being unkind to him.

Doesn't scold you.

INTERN, DAISUKE

Daisuke is young and dandy, he is new the buisness and stuff and just wants to be friends with everyone without being on anybody's bad side.

He didn't like confrontations, and was frankly afraid of arguments with anyone for that matter.

So seeing you so fearless and ready to hand a guy his teeth over trivial things was like a breath of fresh air for him.

He liked it whenever you got into fights, he would cheer you on, and was always ready to haul your ass away to avoid any consequences.

This one time you guys were fixing something in the vents in one of the smaller freighter of pony express, and Daisuke accidentally ended up unscrewing one of the vents, which caused some wires to malfunction.

And one of the co workers, decided to be extra harsh on Daisuke for some reason, yelling all sorts of things to him.

But when that guy said 'this is why pony express shouldn't hire mama's boys'. You just simply lost it.

You ended up beating the guy to a pulp and he was put on bed rest for atleast 8 months ,which resulted in a trip to the HR

but Daisuke? He was more glad and giddy than anything or anyone.

"hey..I know that you kinda got into trouble for what happened back there, but i just wanna say, that was cool as fuck. I've never had someone care about what I felt like that much. Thank you, so much."

You both are inseparable after that.

[vinnieswife]

Pete Dunham headcannons.

Pete dunham x gn! reader

words: 545

author’s note: it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and this movie has been my hyper-fixation since last month. Language is not my first language sorry if there are any grammar errors.

- Pete is loyal to a fault. Once your are close to him, in his inner circle he would do anything to protect and support you, wether in a fight or when you are having an emotional crisis.

- He is protective, really protective, but not controlling, he knows you are strong and that you can handle things on your own, but he is always keeping an eye on you.

- He struggles with letting you see his vulnerable side, he doesn’t open up easily, and when he does it’s really intense.

- He’s not fond of pda, however he is a big fan of protective touches, his arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, or his hand on your lower back.

- Behind doors he is a whole different person, having his hands on you all the time, having long cuddle sessions after a long day at work.

- quality time = pub time, he enjoys being at The Abbey, being with you and his friends at the same time, seeing his friends being so open and warm towards you brings him joy.

- He is a simple guy, not the type to do big things but the one who remembers little detail about you, how you like your coffee, the cup you prefer for your tea, a song you like… I think that he would bring you flowers on special occasions, or because he thought that you deserved then that day.

- He can be hot-headed, especially if someone is crossing the line with you, anyway, he tries to be reasonable when it comes to arguments between the two of you.

- Football is something important to him, the same way you are, so he will try to include you in it, taking you to a West Ham game, without getting into a fight of course (only because you were there)

- Endless nights cleaning the cuts and bruises on his body, patching him up gently, kissing his broken lip.

- Expect spontaneous walks through London at night after a long pub night, talking about nonsense, what you were gonna do for dinner, how our future house will be decorated, and some gossip ofc.

- Handwritten notes. He will put them around the apartment, wishing you a good day at work, simply saying I love you, or even cheesy ones.

- It might take Pete a while to admit he wants something serious with you, but once he does, he’s committed for life. Date to marry. You’re his person.

- He is someone who might be (is) rough around the edges but would make you feel deeply cherished and protected.

- He quietly dreams about leaving the hooligan life behind one day and settling down.

- He’s always checking in on you in subtle ways—“You eat yet?” or “Call me when you get home aight.”

- On lazy days he loves holding you while laying on the couch, resting his chin on your shoulder or tracing circles on your back.

- He might not be overly expressive, but when he does he speaks from the heart, even if he struggles to find the words.

- Sometimes he doesn’t need words at all. Just sitting next to you in comfortable silence, holding you, or pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

:)

[deception-united]

Aight I'm back for advice, so for context in my story the MC (Main character) has just escaped a major situation and is trying to calm down and lay low when three other characters who have no idea what just happened come along and start pestering the mc, and eventually the MC snaps and launches into a intense fight. My question is this: How do I build the tension with the MC getting madder and madder without it feeling like it's rushing?

Hi, thanks for asking! When writing a scene like this, it's best to start by scene setting: describe the MC's state after the major situation they've escaped, like their thoughts and feelings (if it's in their POV) or reactions like trembling, their heart beat pounding, and breathing shallowly to show that they're on edge.

Moving on to the other characters, think about how they're acting. They're probably not aware of what the MC's just been through, so they might be oblivious and act cheerful or carefree, engaging in light-hearted banter, questions, or dismissive comments. All this would naturally agitate the MC further in their tense state, whereas they might usually not mind or brush it off.

As this agitation grows, you can add in subtle warning or hints that they're about to snap. The MC may try to ignore it at first and just clench their jaw or have a flicker of anger in their eyes, but then start to speak tersely or give clipped responses as they struggle to keep calm. At this point, the others may notice something's off based on their character and personality, but if not, the MC's anger would likely become more obvious—they might raise their voice or give a sharp retort as their frustration increases.

Then comes the breaking point. This will likely occur when one of the characters finally crosses a line, triggering the MC's outburst. This could be any number of things, like an insensitive comment or some sort of physical provocation. It may be related to what they just experienced, but it doesn't necessarily have to be significant enough to justify their outburst, since they're already agitated with the built-up tension.

The MC's reaction will differ based on their personality, but they may react with physical or verbal aggression, like hitting someone or something, shouting, cursing, or sobbing; and in their heightened emotional state, they would likely spill things and feelings they've been holding in. Here, it's also important to show the reactions of the other characters. They may back off, be stunned into silence, or fight back, which, again, depends on them and the situation at hand. Their reactions will influence the MC's, as well—for example, screaming back may anger them further and fuel them on.

Once the MC calms down, consider how they would feel: regretful, ashamed, embarrassed, or relieved to have let go of the pent-up emotions.

Sorry for the late response—I've been on hiatus for the past couple weeks, but I'll catch up to all asks asap. Hope this helped ❤

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[thegamingcatmom]

Good morning! (Here its morning at least lol) I was wondering if we could get some HC perhaps on how the sisters behave when their smol human is sick? Or hurt, or yk merely feeling down, we all have bad days and I am sure reader is no exception, is going to be fun to know how they handle the situation, they gonna be all loving and soft all over reader? panic? Yell at each other trying to look for a solution? Will Tanya have to go all coven leader on them? So many options!

Thanks in advance and have a great week!(:

Hey there!

I think it was actually late evening for me, lol. Time zones do be confusing sometimes. 🙃

Aight, lemme tell you this: You better be "just" sick or feeling down because it´s simply a shitty day for ya. Because if someone else was responsible for your state? Yeah...good luck to that person. And to you for the sheer impossible feat of trying to contain three raging bulls.

Right so, I´ll start with the most obvious one:

Irina Denali aka Big Mama

I mean...it´s in the name. She´s mama. She´s got a natural instinct to nourish and preen and coddle. She´s the one I consider the most maternal out of the sisters, so she will know what to do instantly.

Depending on your woe, she will swarm you with blankets and meds and soup and chocolate and cuddles ofc, can´t forget those. One of the many perks of dating a vampire: You can cuddle (or smooch, in Tanya´s case) as much as you want without getting your partner sick too. ✅

She´ll be your ear if you need to vent about how absolutely dreadful your day was. She´ll be your shoulder if the need to cry it all out becomes too overwhelming. She´ll be your cooling pad if you´re down with a bad fever. Whatever you need in that moment, she´ll provide it for you.

You´re her babygirl, and she will coo at you and sing you the sweetest of lullabies as you fall asleep in her arms.

The safest place on earth.

Tanya Denali aka Mother Hen

I think Tanya would feel extremely torn between the need, and the instinct to care for you. Like, ofc as your girlfriend/wife/mate there´s this need and desire to protect and care for you. She´s similar to Irina, in that aspect. Always ready to get you anything you might need or want, always ready to swarm you with love and affection. Anything to make her dove feel nice and cozy.

But then there´s the fact she´s also the coven leader, and that comes with its very own set of instincts. At least that´s how I like to imagine it. As a leader, she has a natural instinct to protect and, more importantly, to provide for the members of her coven. Those instincts go through the roof in trying times.

...Such as her smol hooman being sick/in poor condition. She´s experiencing double the pressure to care for you - both as your mate AND as a leader. She´ll be torn between laying down with you and being up and about to find things to, well, provide you with. You know how a dog will find all kinds of toys and plonk! them in its tiny human´s lap? Not quite knowing what will satisfy the smol human, but damn willing to try anyway? That´s kinda how it is for Tanya, lol.

One minute she will be cuddling with you, the next minute she´s up to search for stuff to bring you. She´s kinda interfering with her own care, lol. It´s as hilarious as it is exhausting, especially when her tiny human wants nothing more than to have those strong arms wrapped around her.

Sighs, being a leader´s mate can be so taxing.

Kate Denali aka First Time Mom

I mean...she´s putting in real effort, she really is. It´s actually quite adorable. She´ll be fussing about, frantic hand waving and all, as she flits from room to room in search of...something. Anything, really. She feels overwhelmed because her instincts are screaming at her, but it´s like she´s running on the wrong frequency. She´s made for fighting and worshipping, not nursing.

As your mate though, she´s eager to please and damn determined to win this battle.

...She´ll ask Irina or Tanya for guidance first, though. Probs Irina because it´s the lesser blow to her ego. And also because her little sister is such a Mom as it is, it´s like she´s got it etched in her DNA or something. However, she struggles quite a bit with actively seeking help. It´s not something she´s used to...at all. She´s a warrior, for god´s sake. She´s fought battles so gruesome that explaining them in detail would turn even the strongest stomach.

But, well...even the greatest warriors need a helping hand from time to time. And when it comes to you? She´ll do anything.

One thing´s for certain though: Never in her life had a battle been this nerve-wracking before.

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I agree with you that there´s just SO many options on how this could go down. I really like your ideas with them yelling at each other in complete and utter desperation on how to handle this, or Tanya going all coven leader "You will fix this." on her sisters because she herself doesn´t know how to handle it. xD

It always depends on the situation I´d say. But you´ve defo given me some new thoughts to think and feelings to feel, so perhaps I´ll include some of it in my WIP. ^^

Thanks a lot for your ask & have a great weekend! 💋

[hunting4fluff]

aight come get y’all food hehe

Business as Usual pt.2

(Sorry about the wait! Hope y’all enjoy :))

Summary: Lyla informs Peter about something that Might help Miguel relax for a bit.

Lee Miguel

Ler Peter

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At 9 at night, a message from Lyla was the last thing Peter was expecting. He had fallen asleep in his recliner after putting Mayday to bed when his phone buzzed in the crack of the cushion, the sound amplified by the texture of the leather and waking the groggy man. He slipped his hand down and fumbled with the phone, grunting in frustration before finally managing to pry it from it's pit. He squinted at the sudden light, allowing his eyes to adjust before reading.

"Miguel has finally agreed to me sharing some information that I think you'll find very useful."

Peter furrowed his brow, perplexed before reading the name at the top of the messaging app. His eyes widened as his sleepiness was readily forgotten as he sent a message back to Lyla.

"Lay it on me!" Peter sent back with a thumbs up. Lyla's message sent back in a matter of seconds, reading:

"I could explain, but I think this video will do justice for all the details."

Peter quickly tapped the video, cursing his slow connection as it buffered for a moment. The moment the video played, his face lit up in delight, laughing as he started to compose a message back.

"You think he'd let me?" To say he was excited was an understatement- he wasn't even entirely certain of the last time he had seen Miguel smile.

"He'll definitely curse you out, but it'll be good for him. Trust the process and go for the hips." Lyla messaged back, only making Peter grin more. He sent back a thumbs up emoji and went to get ready for bed. He figured he would get well rested enough to remain agile in case he got hit.

By around lunchtime at noon, Miguel was back to his usual irritable demeanor. He had grabbed himself a sandwich from the cafeteria and had barely touched it, instead staring at the screens in front of him and watching for anomalies with a glare.

Peter swung in landing with a soft thud behind Miguel and leaning over the other man's shoulder with a huge grin.

"Ooh, fun, fun. Scowling over the Spiderverse?" Peter commented, earning a irritated huff from Miguel.

"I'm working. Like you should be doing. Preferably in your own universe."

Peter chuckled, unbothered by Miguel's grumpy jabs.

"C'mon, you're working all the time. Why don't you loosen up a little? You never laugh, smile- Spiderpeople are funny! You're the only Spiderman who's not funny!" Peter went on his 'witty spider' rant, wrapping an arm around Miguel's shoulders. Miguel thought about shrugging him off, but instead rolled his eyes, glancing at another screen away from Peter's head.

"What are you even doing here, anyways? What's it gonna take to get you to leave?" Miguel grumbled. Peter's face lit up as Miguel asked the question, taking this as the perfect opportunity to elaborate.

"What will it take? Hmm... let's see... How about a smile for once? Lyla told me some interesting information last night..." Peter hummed, the arm draped over Miguel's shoulders moving to drag his fingers over the opposite side of Miguel's neck. His forearm rested on Miguel's collarbones, making it hard to shake off when Miguel jumped and fought back laughter.

"Peter..." Miguel warned, his cheeks tinting noticably redder as his voice strained to contain himself. He didn't fight Peter away, however. Instead he sat there, his shoulders trembling as he tried to appear calm.

"Miguel." Peter teased back, his fingers dragging dangerously close to Miguel's jaw. Miguel's chin snapped down to his chest, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he restrained laughter. Peter's movement didn't quit yet as he dragged his finger lightly behind Miguel's ear, causing the larger man to snort. Peter was grinning like a fool, his other hand sneaking behind Miguel to surprise him on his ribs.

"There we go! Now can you laugh? I'm almost worried you don't know how." Peter chuckled as Miguel started to curl in on himself. Now was the perfect time. Peter clutched his hand to Miguel's ribs, massaging his fingers over the bone gently. Miguel immediately arched away from the touch, an honest to god *giggle* slipping out of him as Peter unwrapped his arm from across his chest. Miguel suppressed more laughter, his face flushing red as a full blow grin graced his features. Peter's now free hand clung to the other side of Miguel's ribs, causing the other man to burst into laughter and curl into the desk in front of him. He wrapped his arms around his face as his shoulder shook with laughter as the loud sounds poured from behind his shield.

"That was a cute sound!" Peter laughed, fully pleased with himself as his hands shifted down to Miguel's sides. Miguel's head shot up at the change and his laughter was fully exposed to the room. He was grateful it was just him and Peter in his workspace.

"P-Peter! ¡Cállate!" He yelped out, his hands slamming onto the table as he gripped the metal surface. His claws ground with an almost painful sound, causing Peter to flinch and shift one of his hands back up to Miguel's ribs. Miguel's laughter grew in volume squirming and finally twisting himself around to grab at Peter's arms.

"Woah there!" Peter laughed, moving out of reach before moving back in to grab Miguel's hips like Lyla instructed earlier. Miguel's entire face scrunched up with laughter as he doubled over, gripping Peter’s wrists but not moving them in the slightest. His shoulders shook with loud laughter and even as his head bowed lower to hide himself, he didn’t look angry by it.

Peter stared at Miguel, partially overjoyed that his- even though it was really lyla’s -plan worked, and partially blown away that Miguel could even be anything other than angry. He heard a snort and whine from Miguel whom of which, in the midst of his dumbfounded musing, he had somewhat forgotten that he was actually still tickling him. He lightened up, spidering his fingers up Miguel’s sides one last time before pulling away. Miguel yelped and his head shot up as he arched his back a bit, his face still beaming from laughter. He sat there and curled around himself a hint, still shaking from residual giggles and catching his breath.

Peter continued to stand in front of Miguel, a large grin plastered across his face in pride. He patted Miguel’s shoulder earning a familiar groan from the larger man as he propped his elbows on his knees and hid his face.

“Nobody hears about this.” Miguel’s demanded, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it. Peter just chuckled and shook his head.

“My lips are sealed. This stays between me you and Lyla- but hey! You seem a lot more relaxed now!” Peter commented. Miguel raised his head to shoot a glare at Peter, but it was clear that his heart wasn’t in it.

“Also, I didn’t hear a ‘stop’ or ‘no’- I think you told me to ‘shut up��, but-“

“Peter.” Miguel huffed, his face flushing again. Peter leaned in a bit closer to Miguel.

“What, am I wrong? Did you really hate it all that much?” Peter was being a bit more teasing, his voice traced by an amused laugh. He knew it was all in good fun and Miguel’s reaction said it all.

“I… Yeah, okay whatever. Just- go do something important.” Miguel huffed, his vague admission more than enough for Peter to beam.

“You know, maybe we could make it a business thing. We schedule once a week to help you rela-“

“PETER.”

“Alright, alright, I’m headed out! Sheesh.” Peter shrugged. He still couldn’t manage to wipe the smile from his own face, and maybe he could help Miguel wear one more often.

[milimeters-morales]

chapter three of transfem miles fic (posting this and another one early for fun)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Four / Chapter 5 / Chap 6 / Chap 7 / Chap 8 / Chap 9

Wordcount: 3k+

Warnings: None!

Miles jolts awake as his alarm blares in his ears, accidentally waking Ganke as he scrambles to turn it off. His arms are loosely wrapped around Miles’s waist, gently pulling him back into the bed.

“Ganke, c’mon,” he giggles as the other boy tightens his hold, “I gotta get up.”

“Whyyyy,” Ganke whines, “your parents don’t even care when we share a bed.”

“You never know, plus they don’t like me sleeping past noon.”

“It’s Saturday. Everyone sleeps in on a Saturday.”

“Well,” Miles says, pulling away from the warmth of the bed and Ganke’s embrace, “tell that to them.”

Ganke groans into the pillow as Miles gets dressed for the day. “Go back to sleep, babe,” Miles mutters as he presses a kiss to Ganke’s temple and tucks him in.

The sight of Ganke (who quickly fell asleep again, he never was a morning person) peacefully snoring in his bed does make Miles want to climb back into bed with him and hold him close, close enough to where it’s almost suffocating, but he’s already awake, and just forcing himself to stay still again will only be uncomfortable.  

Good thing I have more friends now , he thinks, finding his watch and calling Hobie.

“Hey man, you wanna come over?” He asks.

“Mm. You tryna eat?”

Miles looks over his shoulder at Ganke. He could just wake him up, and drag him with them, or he could let him sleep here. But that would be rude— he doesn’t want to leave Ganke out, he’s his boyfriend!

“You mind being a third wheel?” Miles asks quietly, chuckling and looking for some nicer clothes.

“Be anything for a bite,” Hobie responds.

“Aight, we’ll be ready in a bit. Feel free to hang out on the roof or something.”

After getting dressed in a simple sweater that’s too big and some baggy jeans, Miles wakes Ganke up again. “Hey, we going get something to eat. Come on,” he says, shaking the other’s shoulder. Ganke swats his hand away and turns over. “No, come on, we can make it a date,” he chuckles, taking the covers off of Ganke, who quickly curls up from the sudden chill. “Hobie’s coming, though.”

“You said to go back to sleep,” Ganke grumbles, sitting up and reaching for his glasses on the nightstand, accidentally knocking over a small mirror. Miles catches it before it can hit the ground without looking and hands it to him.

Miles smiles apologetically at Ganke, wishing he could take a picture of his bedhead. “I know, but c'monnn! You can go back to sleep when we get back home, we probably won’t even be there long.” 

Ganke stares dead at him as if Miles just asked him to sell his own kidney for a stick of gum.

“Okay, look, we’ll just order food now and go pick it up, and when we all get back, you can go right back to hibernating for the winter!”

Ganke just keeps staring.

Miles sighs and rolls his eyes while putting a hand on his hip, “Fine, you don’t have to come, but when—“

“Oh wow, you’re standing just like your mom—”

“— but when me and Hobie end up finding a winning lottery ticket on the ground and don’t split the million with you, don’t say shit to me,” Miles says, tossing the blanket back at Ganke, who quickly takes it with a smile.

“You know Hobie would immediately spend that money on literally everything else, and you’d have nothing left for yourself,” Ganke remarks as he lays back down, “love youuuu.”

“Shut up. Take your glasses off,” Miles says as he goes to leave the room, “love you too.”

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“So I was talking to Peter, and he sent me off to buy him food, but the lady at the counter couldn’t tell if I was a guy or not, so she just called me a cosplayer-- you know what that is, right?” Miles said around a mouthful of fried fish and rice.

Hobie nods. “How long ago do you think the 70’s was?”

“I know that! I meant, like, dimensional differences or something. I don’t have a comic-con, you might not even have cosplayers.” 

The two sit in silence for a bit on the rooftop, eating their fried fish with red beans and rice. There was a woman selling plates nearby, so thankfully they didn’t have to go far. It was a pretty peaceful moment that he was glad to have before patrolling. Well, he means before he started relaxing further to let the food settle, and then started patrolling. 

“Why Ganke ain’ here?” Hobie finally asks.

“Oh, he was still tired. It’s exhausting sleeping past noon,” Miles laughs, “thought you’d know that already.”

“I like t'switch up my schedule every now and then, keep people on their toes,” Hobie explains.

“Dude,” Miles rolls his eyes, “now you admit to having set schedules in the first place? It’s like I don’t even know you.”

Hobie chuckles softly, and then they return to the comfortable silence.

It’s about twenty minutes in, and Miles really wants to mess it up now, and he can’t really figure out why. He just wants to tell Hobie that he didn’t cut his legs during his first shave, but why does he want to tell him that? Sure, it would be nice for Hobie to say “good job” or something, but he has other accomplishments he could tell the guy that were way more impressive than preventing a tiny cut that would completely vanish before the day’s over. And it’s not like he needs Hobie’s approval or praise anyway. 

He should just keep quiet, it’s an unremarkable, boring thing. That’s like saying you avoided stepping in a deep puddle on your way to school, everybody does it. 

“Aight, I gotta go,” Miles says, standing up, “this city needs Spider-Man to show up eventually.”

“Alright, I’ll throw this away for you,” Hobie offers, taking the empty plate and dirty napkins from Miles. “Stay safe out there.”

Miles waves him off, “Man, you don’t needa worry about me. I’ve been doing this for over a year.” He smiles warmly at the other boy before he swings off. “Thanks though. Love you, bye!”

Hobie blinks before flashing between pink and purple, Miles swears he sees his lip twitch, and waves goodbye.

____

“OW- shit shit shit shit--”

“What? What happ--” Pavitr cuts himself off with a gasp. “Okay, stop moving! I’ll get it out!”

Miles lowers his shoulders and slowly clasps his hands together, baring the side of his neck to the other boy. 

“It’ll sting a bit. It won’t bleed like crazy,” Pavitr says, and Miles honestly feels like he’s saying that more to himself, before pulling the earring out of Miles’s neck.

“Okay, no more playing with jewelry in,” he laughs nervously, taking off his own earrings. 

“Yeah,” Miles agrees, placing a hand to the slowly bleeding puncture on his neck. The sting was bordering on painful, and kind of felt like slowly applying pressure to your skin with your own nail.

“Let’s go clean this, come with me,” Pavitr shakes his head and runs a few fingers through his hair. “Sorry dude, I didn’t think that would happen.”

Miles nods, “Yeah.” It was a bit hard to form any other words, to comfort Pavitr even more so, with the stinging slowly spreading up to his brain like a sort of… mycelium. 

That might not be the word he wanted to use, but whatever.

Back in Pavitr’s kitchen, Miles slowly regains a bit of speaking ability. “Don’t feel bad,” he blurts out as Pavitr washes his hands. “You didn’t mean to.”

Pavitr jumps a little as if he forgot Miles was there. “Th… thanks man. Can you go get the-- no, wait, stay there. I did it, I should fix it myself.”

Is that passive aggressiveness? His mom sometimes talks like that, but Pavitr’s a pretty straight-forward guy, outside of other people’s relationships. He’s genuinely meaning that he’ll do the entire cleaning himself, right?

“Do you… want help?” Miles asks hesitantly.

“No, I got it! Your ear’s fine, yes?” Pavitr calls from the bathroom.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he answers, reaching up to feel the small indent on his skin, noticing the slight warmth. Pavitr comes back swiftly, coming back with a clear little bottle, a towel, and a few q-tips. 

“You know, back when I first started fighting, I didn’t want to take my earrings out. I had worn them, and nobody knew because of the hammerspace, so there weren’t any weird parts that poked out,” Pavitr began, sitting down at the table and cleaning the earring in front of him. “I was super… ummm, what’s the word I’m looking for…”

Miles watches silently as Pavitr scrubs a bit unnecessarily.

“Arrogant, yeah, I was super arrogant! I would think that with these new powers, nothing could hurt me, and that the stuff that did hurt me wouldn’t be enough to keep me down for a few minutes at a time. But then,” Pavitr holds up the earring to the light above, “my hubris caught up to me!” He picks up a q-tip and dips it once in the bottle.

“It was a very hot day, and I was used to the summer in the city by now, but it was just-- scorching. Like, I don’t think that I would have stayed conscious if I didn’t have something cold with me at all times.”

Used to it by now? Did Pavitr not always live here?

“So I had just finished a really intense battle with a demon, and I’m man enough now to admit I was getting beat up, but I did win in the end. But bro, I swear I was going to pass out any moment. A girl had been kind enough to offer me water, but her…sister? I think it was her sister, they looked around the same age and she had a girlish face, she had pulled her away, and I haven’t seen her since. Well anyway, I’m rambling, back on topic: I had been fighting, and I didn’t notice that when the demon tore a bit of my mask, it tore a bit of my hair and took my earring with it. The adrenaline and heat combination had basically made me completely oblivious!” Pavitr exclaims, having been carefully scrutinizing the piercing as he gently cleaned it with the q-tip.

Is that why his hair is styled like that? To hide the unevenness from the missing amount?

He’s quiet for a few seconds before he grabs a dry part of the towel and begins to wipe off the excess liquid from the earring. “So, when I had gotten enough water in me and cooled down, I started to feel the pain, feel the burn! Not in the fun exercise way either, the fight was exercise, but it had just left me in pain and not feeling any sort of accomplishment,” he sighs, getting up and walking to Miles’s side and carefully grabbing his earlobe.

“Imagine if you went to Hell in every religion out of nowhere.”

Don’t say that when you’re about to replace someone’s piercing.

“Sorry, but that’s what it felt like,” Pavitr giggled, and placed the earring back in with experienced ease. “But my point is, don’t feel like you have to downplay how much it hurts!”

“Pavitr, man, it sounds like you went through a lot more than just an earring jab,” Miles points out.

“Details, details. But are you sure you’re okay? Not hiding how much you wanna curl up and wail from the pain?”

Miles rolls his eyes, “Now I feel like you’re implying something,” he says with a smile.

“You know I would just say it out loud,” Pavitr smirks and leans on the table with his hand.

“Even when you shouldn’t.”

“ Especially when I shouldn’t,” Pavitr slowly nods his head. “Miles, did you know you have really pretty eyes?”

He matches Pavitr’s smirk. “You think so? Don’t you already have a girlfriend?”

Pavitr gasps and playfully throws the towel at Miles’s chest. “You know I didn’t mean it like that!” He laughs as he picks up the supplies and walks back to the bathroom. “Besides, I’m way out of your league~”

Miles scoffs incredulously, getting up to follow his friend. “Puh- lease , I’m irresistible! I could be the gir- the dude that other people leave their girlfriends for!”

“On a dare, maybe!”

“Whatever, but don’t leave me around Gayatri, or she might have a new boyfriend within the hour!”

“Out of pity! She’s a very sweet person like that.”

“Man, look-”

____

“Mami, do you still think I have pretty eyes?” Miles asks one night as his mom’s walking in the door, already feeling embarrassed when the question fully leaves his mouth.

“What? Of course, baby. You know, when you were a little baby, your aunt said you had the prettiest eyes she’s ever seen,” she answers, taking off her shoes and letting her hairs down from her bun. “Did someone say otherwise?”

“No, Pavitr just pointed them out, called them pretty.”

Rio smiles and goes to pinch his cheek, “Well, he’s right. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve seen, mijo!” She goes to relax on the couch, finding the remote and immediately switching to her true crime documentaries.

Miles rubs his cheek, mumbling, “Maaaa…”

“What? It’s true!” She laughs, sighing heavily as she sinks into the cushions. “You know, I had to take care of a boy a bit younger than you today.”

“Really? What happened?” Miles asks, looking at the slowly reddening sky out the window. It was nearing night, so he’d have to go patrol soon-- his mom rambling about work was… well, it was usually kind of gross, but it was comforting to hear about her day-- anyway, he couldn’t stick around if her rambling turned into a rant and snowballed into a big lecture. 

“Mm, a drunk driver hit him while he was running away,” she says calmly.

“What?” Miles whips his head around to stare wide-eyed at her.

“Mhm,” she continues casually, “poor boy was in shock, didn’t even realize he was even hit. His arm was broken right here,” she grabs the middle of her forearm, “and his foot was twisted all sorts of wrong.”

“Dang…” Miles says, wincing. “Did you find out why he was running away?”

His mom gets this calculating look in her eye that happens when she’s trying to figure out if she should tell him something, or trying to see if he’s lying. The red and blue police lights coming from the TV flash across her face as she puts the remote on the table. 

“Miles, you know I’d love you no matter what, right?” She asks seriously.

“Wh… yeeeaahh? Mom, I’m not gonna run away from home, if that’s what you’re thinking?” Miles says, inching closer to his bedroom door. “I was just going to go out and, y’know…”

“Yes, yes, just remember that, alright? You’re always gonna be my little boy, you know that right?” She asks him with a slight frown. 

“Yeah ma, I know, I love you too.”

“Even when you get your ears pierced without asking.”

“Ma, I gotta go.”

His mom looks him up and down for a few moments before nodding her head with a small shaky smile and focusing back on the TV.

Huh. Maybe helping that kid made her feel a bit emotional , Miles thinks.

Once he’s in his room and dressed in his Spider-Man suit, he takes a quick second to remove his earrings, gently placing them on his nightstand, and jumps out of his window.

Luckily, the patrols lately were less villain-focused, and more of the civilian-helping kind. A few muggings stopped here, a lost kid returned to parents there, picking up some litter damn near everywhere, that stuff.

Oh, and this: helping do some kid’s homework.

“You add the exponents in this case,” he quickly writes down the new equation, “so now you have to work with this.”

“Thanks Mr. Spider-Man,” the girl, he’ll call her Green-Eyes, twisting her hair with her fingers “can you do that next one too?”

“I’m not doing all your homework for you,” he says, crossing his arms and legs.

The other girl sitting next to her-- eh, he’ll call her Redhead-- looks to her friend and whispers (which confirms that a lot of people still don’t know Spider-Man has superhearing), “I thought boys couldn’t sit like that?”

Green-Eyes whips around and whispers harshly, “It's 2020, people can sit however now. And he’s Spider-Man, he can do whatever he wants, duh !”

Redhead squeaks when she realizes Miles is looking right at them with an unimpressed stare and uncrossed legs.

“I’m glad you’re so open-minded, but that still doesn’t mean I’m doing all your homework. But, you can just copy the answers from this question, it’s the same equation but worded a bit differently,” He points out, circling the question and handing back the pencil. They thank him, and run off to wherever, probably home.

Sure, it was embarrassing to have him sitting a certain way pointed out, and honestly, he can’t really blame Redhead for being a bit curious, but still. It made him very aware of his entire body, and the people passing by the basketball court that were possibly looking at him-- because he really wasn’t sitting how a guy usually would. But, it shouldn't matter. It doesn’t matter. He’s Spider-Man, he can sit however he wants.

…

Ugh. Why can’t he just be like Hobie? He wouldn’t have given a damn, wouldn’t have even had these worries. He probably would’ve even forgotten what the girls said within seconds. 

Miles climbs up a building, wringing his hands together. He sighs, turning to look at the sunset. It’s really beautiful, and he’d usually take a picture and send it to Ganke or Margo, but he just can’t shake the feeling that he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. Unclenching his jaw, he tries to soothe the rocks he can feel forming in his stomach.

He was just sitting down. That was it, there was no… “boys and girls can do this too!” feeling he was trying to express, he was just… existing for a moment. And it felt like being fussed, or something. It made him want to shrink in on himself, and he doesn’t even really know why. He’s been embarrassed before, but it’s never been so intense.

He’s never been so thankful for a nearby car explosion.

____

“Hey, do you think I sit weird?” Miles asks Gwen.

“Miles, we’re on the ceiling. Of course I think you sit weird,” Gwen says, playing with a tech deck she found in the back of her closet.

That’s not what he meant, but he does feel a bit less anxious now. He sits weird. That’s just how it is when you’re a spider-person.

A/N: this chap was short and was probably the shortest one i'll ever write, but did you like Pavitr's rambling :3 he's based off of how my little brother talks when he's trying to tell a story. also hopefully that miles-edition autism is shining directly in your face. also Pavitr is talking about his world's Meera Jain and her sister! not important but i just wanted you to know because I love sharing details

[redactedgeek]

a love letter to You and I

To the unfortunate ✨🥀 (or most fortunate 😌🌻 - perhaps neutral? 👀🌱) Soul who sees this:

I wonder what sort of state You’d consider yourself in… The possibilities are thought-wringing. Yes 🙂. Thought-wringing cx

This… may be an attempt to do a life check-in. Sooo, if you’d like to do one with me, please feel free -^u^- 🌸

aight c: Status report: Overwhelmed at everything. Not doing well; multiple breakdowns in a single week alone. Saw burnout from a distance, and promised to treat self with unconditional love, and did best not to take anything out on others. Positive at beginning and “keeping head up.” Proud of self for coming this far [;before, I beat myself up every time I wasn’t able to do what I felt I “needed” to do. Now, I accept that sometimes I do get knocked down, and I allow it to happen, and I do my best to heal while my theoretically burning body lays there].

I am a fool 🤧. For laying there and not rolling around [sometimes I lay in bed, on my phone for hours and declare that “rest” :’) ]. For not yelling out for help or in pain [lashing out because I keep holding everything in; regardless of the reason, I know I haven’t done my part to communicate 😔]. For patching up the wounds and expecting it to be better immediately, moving in such a way that the wounds open up again so it takes even longer to heal than if I had cared for the wound [isolating, and then coming out of isolation from fear-based reasons instead of from actually taking care of myself, so I isolate even more because I’m so exhausted running on negative stress-adrenaline ☹️].

There are two - perhaps three or four? - options I can choose from about what can I do with the above-information:

A: Conclude I can never do anything right and allow that to define me as a person and continue spiraling in the unalchemized darkness. “I try and it doesn’t work. I can’t do anything right. 😀👍✨”

B: Conclude that while I have work to do on the way that I do some things, I acknowledge that I am doing my best with what I have and what I know. Each time I am knocked down, I have an opportunity to be still, reflect on my experiences, and learn what works and what doesn’t. “I tried, and while that didn’t work, this did. I can do more of this and see if it works more. 😌💕”

X: Conclude that I am tired, I just wanna have a good time now, and I push this to future me to handle this because [think nihilism]. “Hey, Ego, here’s something for you [quick fix: ‘you’re doing your best, everyone makes mistakes. Just don’t think about it and move on. It’s fun to be silly li’l guy anyway.] 🤭”

Y: Conclude that each and every one of these are options that are valid, fluid, and each have their own unique consequences. I don’t judge choices that people make because I understand and each of us are on our own made-perfectly-for-us journeys (which I think is wonderful and amazing because we are all embarking on our paths on this Earth together! On the same planet and stuffs! And no matter what we might believe, we’re not alone!), and I should allow myself that same, nonjudgmental freedom >×< I conclude that, since I love myself, I do my best to carry out options that I would hope a loved one carries out. I want the best for my loved ones, and so I want the best for myself. And I hope… by sharing this… this helps more precious souls too uwu 👉👈💕

Now, refer to the beginning. What sort of state are You in? What are you going to do (or not do) with it? :] genuinely curious

[Whatever your answer is, I send you so much love, I wish for you the support You specifically need at this time. And we shan’t forget - there is an abundance of blessings within and all around us! I hope hope hope you accept the blessings meant for You. 143 infinity style ❤️‍🩹♾️]

[quill-and-whetstone]

Devious Plot Demands A Devious Author

So much of fiction is writing characters with qualities we don’t have, or doing things we can’t do. Generally, when it comes to prose, the more externally observable something is the easier it is to convey and the less skill it takes to convey well. It’s trivial to show your reader that a character is strong, for instance. Or that they look a certain way. Portraying characters performing certain skills can be more difficult, the closer they are to center stage in the theater of the mind. You can get away with assuming a background longshoreman is competent, but if your main character is a master smith then you really need to know something about smithing yourself, or you’ll fall into telling and not showing. The further we go down that road, the more internal something is, the more we need to share the knowledge, skill, or acuity our characters have.

Nowhere is this more true than when you’re writing a schemer.

When writing antagonists we just love a liar and a cheat. Dishonesty is a perfect way to make someone instantly odious to an audience, and charisma is how you keep them engaging. Mix the two and you have an archetypical deceiver: the sneering grand vizier slinking around behind the throne, the lovable scoundrel who’s always got their own angle, the brilliant mastermind with a contingency for anything the protags might throw at them. “Evil” and “plan” go together like bread and butter to the point that in certain genres, the most common narrative is “heroes work the whole story long to thwart a villainous plot.”

Unless the whole point is for your schemer to be inept or comic relief, that plan has to keep the characters it’s directed at occupied. Somebody has to fall for it. Even if the protags aren’t directly fooled, someone important to the plot has to be. This creates a sort of perceived hierarchy of smarts. If there’s a dupe who never figures it out until the plan is laid bare, they’re on the bottom. You might have protags who power through the scheme in a display of sheer determination just a notch higher, or ones who know something is up but can’t quite put the pieces together higher still. Some especially clever characters might even jockey with the villain to see who’s really smartest in a battle of wits, a story or arc-long game of fourth dimensional chess. But there’s one person who’s always at the top of the hierarchy, and herein lies the rub.

It’s you. In order for your meanie du jour to have thought up their diabolical scheme, you have to have thought of it first.

No one in your story can ever be more clever than you are. They can seem smarter! Genius can be simulated. You don’t need a doctorate in mathematics to dream up an astrophysicist who numbered the numbers until they created the setting’s first FTL drive. Cleverness, though. Cunning. The ability to plan and especially to trick people… no one can really fake that, and there’s a domino effect that happens for those who try to.

So I mentioned a hierarchy of smarts, right? Well if a competent schemer can only sit at or below the author’s level in that hierarchy, just about everyone else sits even further down. When that reality spirals out, it can leave pretty much an entire cast of characters looking gullible or even just… plain dumb. For an example (have mercy, I beg) I’m going to turn to my own teenage special interest: Kingdom Hearts. I won’t try to lay out the plot, but one of its constant foibles is that most characters accept whatever a villain says without question. However lovable they are, boy does it make a character look butt-dumb when Maleficent herself--poster girl of Disney brand thespian evil--walks up and goes “hey I know we met like yesterday but your lifelong best friend / crush totes replaced you and the only way to save your other friend / crush is to kick around the multiverse with me stealing hearts and also probably candy from babies” and the response is just… “aight, bet.”

The less serious a story is, the less your audience is going to care about this. Kingdom Hearts, for instance, is not Game of Thrones. No one is banking on the immaculate machinations of the Oogie Boogie Man. They’re there to watch a spiky haired anime boy go “Friendship! Light!” and then bonk a creep with a really baller sword to the tune of some sick J-pop. When we are watching Game of Thrones, though… yeah, you better believe a huge chunk of the audience expects something more clever than “we took the Lannister army and pushed it somewhere else” or “psych, you thought I was putting someone else on trial but I’m actually putting you on trial!" Falling for that stuff makes all involved characters look like idiots, especially when they’re supposed to be smart, and detracts from engagement in the story.

To break it down, there are a few dials you can turn to mitigate how devious you yourself need to be to produce a devious enough villain for the story’s purposes.

Consider Your Audience

It’s their standards that deviousness is measured by. The younger they are, the less tricky your trickster needs to be in order to impress.

Consider the Genre, Tone, & Themes

The less the scheming is “the point” of your story the less of a problem it’s going to be… to a certain extent.

Handle It Through Plot Structure

Maybe your schemer doesn’t need to fool everyone until the end, maybe they just need to fool a couple people who actually matter or for just long enough. Or use dramatic irony, it can be really tasty!

Do Your Research!

Read stories with good schemers, look up historical con artists and famous grifts… heck, go read the Evil Overlord List! Or even Narrate a tabletop campaign where you have to outthink your players, and practice being the villain you want to see in your fiction!

———————

Just whatever you do, be cognizant that the quality of the evil plan starts with you, and few things are going to disengage an audience from your story as quickly as seeing right through it.

[lmelodie]

The Santa Clauses Season 2

It's here! And I have access to it, and all of my drably splintery thoughts on the first two episodes.

As an FYI, all my reviews are gonna be hella spoilery so I'll be doing all the reviewing under read mores and under the tags #TSCS spoilers and #Review2

Oh boy unsolicited thoughts HERE WE GO!

Episode 1:

I gotta say, Fluffy is not a bad character in this so far. Christmas Churros are a gold mine and I'm surprised no one has tried to capitalize on that yet.

Scott immediately assuming that Carol was going to kill Gary says a lot about the both of them and their dynamic that I wish was consistent. I love the idea that Carol is down for murder, keep that in cowards!

I have zero idea why Scott is so uptight about Riley keeping this secret when you literally gave EVERYONE IN THE WORLD MAGIC SNOW GLOBES. Nobody here is doing a good job of keeping any of this secret! No one!

And not the North Pole having a Gaslighting Department. Thats, just actually so funny to me. And you bet your sweet ass that Jack frequents that department, he might be employed there!

And once again to reiterate, these songs breaks are just NOT it. As someone who usually love musicals! The songs are mid at most and are just shoehorned into the most random places. Idk, still not vibing.

But Betty and Noel? STILL TOP TIER. I'll talk about them more in a bit, but they are literally perfect. The Blueprint. Betty and Noel get no notes from me. They made cardboard cutouts of each other's faces, like come on! They're cute as SHIT.

Mad Santa lore? Its aight. I appreciate the franchise trying to carve out its own lore after more than 15 years of inactivity. Its decent lore! For the world that it exists in at least. It's just not my personal cup of tea, and I don't see myself utilizing it in my own stories. But I appreciate that it is there.

And you cannot tell me that Jack hasn't tried to team up with Mad Santa before. It just seems like something he would do to, noticing that there was a Santa getting a bad rep and he could feasibly swoop in and break down the institution.

I wanna imagine he went up to him like, so I've heard you've been trying to subjugate a people. Here's my resume, I am all for murder, I do work well with gnomes, consider me. And then he got promptly ghosted.

Episode 2:

Bro the training vest is made out of St. Nicks robe?? What ISNT made out of that robe??? Isn't that like...an important artifact? I would assume it would be if it has that much Christmas magic in it. Why do we keep cutting it up and using it to make things? Is there any of it left?? Does it regenerate its own fabric??? None of these questions will ever be provided answers, I'm sure.

YO ITS MY BOY CUPID!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Fucking LOVE Cupid! He's just as great as I remember! And because he had so little screen time, he didn't get too butchered!

And I like how he lists only specific Legends that are concerned with the succession. Implying in universe that Father Time and Tooth either think Cal is a good choice, or simply don't give a shit. And i love that for them.

But Cupid does list Sandy, EB and Mother Nature as people who do care. And we already know that were gonna get confirmed Sandy and EB cameos later, so I'm gonna CROSS MY FINGERS SO HARD for a possible Mother Nature cameo at some point. I just want her to lay down the LAW that's all I ask!

Let's how about, leave the puberty topic, out of this series entirely? Wish that whole miscommunication. DIDNT happen.

But we do have WITCH SANDRA!! This was the only possible choice for her, go off queen! Lucy and Sandra with the clasping hands meme: Teenage Girl with Magic Witch Powers. This was the best possible turn for her character, love that for you babe!

As I suspected, Befana in these episodes is a peach yet again. Fucking love Befana, no notes for her either, she's always great.

BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT NOEL AND BETTY!? and how they gave them the most romantic, whirlwind love story of the century? How they met was so FUCKING CUTE! Romeo and Juliet can pack it up! Because THEY are just better!

Betty really took one look at Noel and went, Tee hee, giggle, twirls hair, kicks feet. And I love that for her!

[paleparearchive]

SummerTime Melancholy ~ The Night Flowers I Look Up At With You

Giotto's Scenario

Chapter 3 ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

(1/5)

Giotto: We're gonna do some live paintin’ in this park today.

Raffaello: … Seriously here? Because parents and their children often come here.

Giotto: It'll be fine. We're far away from the event venue. Plus c’mon, take a good look ‘round us. As ya can see, there’s not a soul in sight, even if it’s noon. It’s so quiet that even cats can comfortably sleep.

Have ya ever done live paintin’ in the middle of nowhere? I haven't!

Raffaello: Fufu, neither have I. There was always someone watching me.

Giotto: Compared to the usual, today feels pretty easy-going, ain’t it right?

Raffaello: This is my first time doing anything like this.

Giotto: Hahaha, I know, right!

Raffaello: Okay, I think I am starting to enjoy it a little.

Giotto: Oh, you’re lookin’ good! I'm lookin' forward to it too!

–Okay, you've made up your mind, right?

Raffaello: Yes, let's just do it.

Giotto: Aight, let's get started!

Raffaello: Right!

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(2/5)

Raffaello: –Hey you, the cat over there! Go back to sleep! Don't move at all!

Cat: Unya!?

Giotto: Oh!?

Raffaello: The shading of your fur, the marbling of your paw pads. Until I’ve carved them perfectly on this canvas!

Giotto: (The force Raffaello has when using his brush is truly terrific… It took me by surprise.)

Cat: Meoow~

Giotto: He must be a very experienced model if he can go back to sleep again~

Raffaello: Giotto!

Giotto: Yeah!?

Raffaello: You're off to a slow start! This is our live painting, right!?

I’ll end up finishing the painting all by myself! Does that satisfy you!?

Giotto: ! No way! I'm not gonna let ya have all the fun! Count me in as well!

Raffaello: That's better!

… … …

Raffaello: –Ugh, with this result, it would score about 60 points…!

Giotto: Hey hey, no one's watchin' today. There's no need to bring somethin’ ya can call "perfect" to the end.

For us, this live painting’s… a distraction, so to speak. It's not our goal to be evaluated.

Raffaello: ! … Aaah, that’s right!

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

(3/5)

Giotto: Haah, haah…

Raffaello: The picture, the picture's done…

Giotto: Now, let's take our time to look at the paintings. Though it might be hard to see in this darkness…

Raffaello, I’ll take care of your brush now.

Raffaello: Ah. … Sorry, I must have done it again.

Giotto: Don't worry 'bout it. So, how ya feelin' now?

Raffaello: –Recently, I have been putting down the brush halfway through a painting, but I was able to finish it for the first time in a long time. I owe it to you, Giotto-san. Thank you.

Giotto: Not at all, we’re in the same boat. Thanks to ya keepin’ me company me, I was also able to paint a picture for the first time in a while.

Aaah, but time flies when you're paintin’, doesn't it?

Raffaello: I was surprised to see that the sun had completely set.

Giotto: Aaaah, I'm tireeeed~ It's a nice feelin’ of satisfaction.

Raffaello: Ah. If you lay on the ground as it is, your clothes will get dirty.

Giotto: I’ve been paintin’ like crazy that I’m already covered in paint. We both are.

Raffaello: That, too, is right. … I will sit next to you.

Giotto: Okay.

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(4/5)

Raffaello: … You said that "painters needs to paint to face themselves". Perhaps it is like you said, Giotto-san… Today's live painting was a lot of fun. To be honest, when I look at the finished product, I have many thoughts about it, but... I think this is who I am now.

Giotto: Haha. No way, I was thinkin' the same thing.

(It was nice to sell well as a painter and get the public’s attention, but that increased the amount of work that came in. Gradually, I could no longer find the time to face my paintings.)

(Both Raffaello and I were finally able to do that today. It was a nice distraction.)

Raffaello: Did something similar bother you too, Giotto-san?

Giotto: No, it's nothin’. I just thought we might be a lot alike.

Raffaello: You and I?

Giotto: Hahaha.

–Oh? Ya heard any noise, Raffaello?

Raffaello: A noise? … Ah, you are right. It is like something popping…

Giotto: Ah. Again.

Raffaello: Could this be the sound of fireworks?

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(5/5)

Giotto: I see. So the evening part of the event has begun.

Raffaello: Yes, it was a fireworks display.

Giotto: Hmmm, unfortunately, the building’s in the way, so I can't see the fireworks. I can only hear their sound.

It’s ‘cause I avoided the area near the venue. I'll hear about it later from those who went.

Raffaello: Fufu, is everyone having fun, I wonder?

Giotto: –Hey, Raffaello. I'm sure Ingres is also watchin' the fireworks somewhere.

Raffaello: …

Giotto: Just like ya, he hasn't stopped paintin'.

Raffaello: You… think so?

Giotto: Yeah. So ya keep goin’, keep shinin’ like those fireworks, and Ingres will look at you. You, who’s an artist.

Well, it might be a lil’ less convincing ‘cause I can't see the fireworks from here…

Raffaello: Fufu, well, you are right. You cannot see them from here. But even if you cannot see them, you know they are fireworks just from the sound. Like that, I will be myself. I will continue to paint for me.

Giotto: Yeah, that's right!

~ End. ~

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks to @illarian-rambling for the tag!

OC Quote tag

My prompt: a quote about your childhood

Your prompt: a quote about something you'll never forget.

Gonna do this for the Echoes of Shadows team, and I'll lay off on Anastasia's broken speech for this so just pretend that she was speaking Rostovan for this quote, aight?

Also I dunno if Anna's one (the red paragraph) might trigger someone so just be warned: references to child labour, warcrimes, deprivation of a childhood, mutilation, and a horrible way to die. Dunno if it's necessarily bad enough to be trigger warning worthy or not but you have been warned regardless.

Johan: I grew up on a farm, so half my childhood was spent working my ass off around our land and the other half was spent waiting for winter to pass so we could start all over again. If I'm being honest though, I really miss the serenity of the Zuurveldt countryside. I miss how the fijnbos blooming makes the whole country seem like it's finally waking up. Hell, I even miss the heat if you can believe it.

Anastasia: When I was nine, I was conscripted to work in a factory that made tanks for the Rostovans. At twelve, I watched my best friend lose her arm to a faulty machine and went on to join a rebellion. At sixteen, I began hunting down Rostovan mages to give the revolution a fighting chance. At nineteen, I watched my home and everyone I had ever known die, suffocated beneath a cloud of mustard gas because we- a bunch of kids with guns and poisonous thoughts of heroism in our heads- had dared to stand against our oppressors. I ask you, what childhood did I have?

Hans: No comment. Never ask me that again, verstehen?

Sasha: Eh, my childhood was pretty boring actually. Turns out: growing up in a monastery doesn't afford a lot of opportunities to make friends. Rostov isn't that bad of a place to live either, although the longer I talk to Anna, the more I realise that I may have just been lucky enough to be raised in one of the inner crescent provinces.

Maire: Oh, dearie, ye dinnae understand! Th'lights! Th'jawdroppin' fjords! Th'festival o' daybreak when th'sun finally decides tae stop bein' a lazy arse once a year! Oh, my childhood? Um... Wha'ever d'ya mean by tha'? Next question, please...

Open tag for whomever wants it!

[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

[dj-simp]

☀️Daycare Attendant Meeting a Contortionist! Reader🌙

Requested by: Anon

Reader is gender neutral and mainly referred to as “you.” Sun/Moon are given they/he pronouns.

You can view this as either romantic or platonic.

~

Being one of the VERY few janitors in the Mega Pizzaplex was.. interesting to say the least. The other janitors were in different parts of the Pizzaplex, cleaning up tough stains, getting rid of dried gum, or whatever was assigned to them that the S.T.A.F.F. bots couldn’t get done. Sometimes you get to see one or two of them when you leave, giving them a little wave and a smile. Other times, they’ve already left or are still working on something.

Today, you were cleaning up the Superstar Daycare. It was a cute little place. You find yourself bobbing your head to the strange music. It was pretty catchy!

There was a mess that needed cleaning, and it’s in a spot that’s a bit too small for you to reach! But luckily, you have just the trick.

Laying on your chest, you lift your lower body up in the air. Grabbing your feet, you pulled them down and planted them right on the floor. Your flexibility was something people were amazed, yet shocked by. Seeing someone twist and bend themselves into strange positions would surely frighten someone if they weren’t expecting it. But there was nobody in the Daycare. Not a single bot in sight.

At least, that’s what you thought.

☀️Sun☀️

⭐️ Although he was delighted to have a guest, the Daycare was closed! But despite that.. they wanted to see if he could have a slumber party with their guest! They dove into the ball pit and made their way towards his new friend. Until he saw a… concerning aight.

⭐️ His rays almost popped out of his head in shock. Are humans supposed to BEND LIKE THAT?? Certainly not! They knelt next to you and quickly began asking questions.

⭐️ “N-New friend! What happened here? How did this happen? This doesn’t look like something a bandaid could fix! Let me help you… w-w-wAIT!! Did you break a bone? MULTIPLE BONES?! I don’t want to hurt you further by moving you around! I’m so, so, so sorry, but I don’t think there’s anyone in here that can help you! Should I call an ambulance?”

⭐️ You stared at the animatronic with wide eyes as they rambled on and on. His rays made clicking sounds as they rattled. It almost seemed like they were about to burst. You immediately got out of position, and stood up normally. That seemed to calm them down. “Dude, look. I’m fine. I’m a contortionist. I actually used to be a part of the circus.”

⭐️ Sun took a moment to process what you said, then jumped up. Although he couldn’t change his facial expression, you knew they were relieved. “Oh, I’m so GLAD that you’re alright! I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions, there… I was just so worried about you! I didn’t think there would be a person who could do the same tricks as me…” The last sentence made you perk up.

⭐️ Sun was more than happy to show you all the neat little tricks they could do. There were some things that were impossible to do, however… but that didn’t matter. You clapped your hands, then mimicked whatever position Sun did. Either you’ll be the last human janitor leaving, or you’re having a slumber party.

🌙Moon🌙

⭐️ The lights began shutting off, row by row. You were too focused on the stain until it became dark around you. You froze, but weren’t all that concerned… until a tinkling of bells echoed throughout the daycare. The light ringing was a bit eerie since the lights were off. It didn’t help that something (or someone?) literally landed right next to you.

⭐️ You kept still, as if you were in a Jurassic Park movie, and shuddered as you heard a low giggle. Were you in a horror movie right now? You prayed you weren’t. This isn’t how you were expecting to go out. And if this was a prank.. you hated it!

⭐️ “Well, well, well~! Seems like this little star here is quite talented… mind showing off a bit more of what you can do? I might be a bit interested. And you know… it’s past your bedtime… but I can make a small exception.. if you could do something impressive. But if you can’t.. I’m afraid it’s BEDTIME for you, little star~”

⭐️ …so all you had to do was show off all the positions you needed to do just to impress this stranger? Doesn’t seem so bad! But after getting out of position and making eye contact with two glowing red dots, you started to feel a bit intimidated. You were glad you brought a flashlight with you.

⭐️ Turning it on, you got to see the face of the nighttime animatronic, Moon. Their appearance was unsettling, but you’re not really the one to judge. You grin at them. “Alrighty, Mr. Moon, I know you’ll be more than just impressed! Even if my circus tricks are a little rusty, they’ll certainly blow you away.”

⭐️ Moon showed off his flexibility as well, which was pretty unfair. They’re a robot, and was blessed with the ability to do positions that would cause you broken bones. The two of you.. may have gotten rather competitive.

[hellishchrissy]

Lexi being on the phone with Fezco when her dad comes in with friends to take items out of their house. I just would love to see the dynamic of that interaction.

Lexi had always enjoyed peace and quiet, for it was so very rare in her household. She was used to the constant noise, the arguing. She was used to being the one settling the debates between her inebriated mother and Cassie, she was used to observing their screaming matches all the while wishing she was somewhere else. She was used to the bitter bliss that the aftermath of those arguments brought, the silent treatment that Cassie could - with good luck - stretch out to last several days. Several days of peace and silence, several days that gave Lexi the room to breathe and hear her own fucking thoughts. She had been naive enough to think that after her father left them, their family would settle in, quiet down and maybe find some fort of harmony in their new life. Yeah. As fucking if.

It was quiet now, though. Lexi glanced over at her sister's empty bed, the sheets a messy pile on the mattress with clothes thrown all over it - the evidence of Cassie's latest outfit crisis that had included lots of melodrama and nearly ended in tears. The thought of it made Lexi smile as she adjusted her position on her own bed, pulling herself to a more sitting position as she scrolled through Instagram. There was a new picture of Cassie and Maddy, the two of them clinging to each other in what seemed like a drunken haze; their eyes were unfocused, smiles painted on serenely. For a moment Lexi hesitated on the photo, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to come up with something to comment— FEZCO calling... An audible gasp escaped from Lexi's lips as Fez's name splayed across her screen, her phone vibrating in her grasp. Fuck. Fuck. What was going on? Was Rue okay? Was Fez in trouble? Was Rue in trouble? Had she fucked up? Why was he calling at midnight on a Friday? Was he— Lexi interrupted her own spiraling, accepting the call with shaky hands. "Hii," she said, her voice strangely elongated, twisting the word in a way that made it sound off. Great. A few seconds of silence. Fez cleared his throat, clearly confused by Lexi's strange, breathless greeting. "Uh... hey. You good?" Fuck. Lexi wanted run her head through a wall. Act fucking normal for once in your fucking life, she screamed at herself in her head. Be natural. "I'm great!" "Aight, cool," Fezco answered, the smile in his voice evident as silence set between them for a second. "Listen, I wasn't callin' for a reason or nothin'. Me and Ash was just chillin' and I just kinda missed you, y'know." Lexi thought she might vomit her own heart out, that's how hard that sucker jumped in her chest when she heard those words. She switched her phone from her left hand and into her right, trying to steady herself on the bed. "Oh... You did?" "I ain't playin', Lexi Howard." Fezco's voice was steady, so sure. Lexi could imagine him there, laying on his couch, a joint dangling from his fingers as he spoke. Taking a moment to inhale smoke, smiling at himself in the way he always did when he smoked. "Forreal, whatchu doing right now?" "I'm just laying in bed. Cassie's at a party." Fuck! Why was she talking about Cassie? Why couldn't she talk about herself for once — why was she always diverting people's attention to her sister, like she was afraid of anyone looking at her for longer than a minute? "I mean, you know. I didn't feel like going tonight, and I kinda just wanted to be home alone tonight." "Word," Fezco agreed, his slow voice stretching out the word to at least twice its normal length. The sound if it made Lexi smile. "What about your mom? She ain't home?" What were they even talking about? Lexi felt like a silly kid, not being able to hold up one decent conversation with a guy without fucking it up royally. Why was she talking about her mom to this guy that had been on her mind uninterrupted for the past three weeks? Lexi felt herself spiraling once more, but she forced her tone of voice to be light when she answered: "No, she's at this, uhm... Wine retreat in Napa." A few seconds of silence. Lexi could almost imagine Fezco's attention turning to Ashtray, silently asking what the fuck is a wine retreat. She could imagine Ashtray shaking his head back mouthing Ion fuckin' know, rolling his eyes as he'd turn back to whatever weird movie they'd be watching. And then Fezco was back, his voice unsure: "Oh, that's wassup." More silence. "What the fuck is a wine retreat?" The question made Lexi laugh, her body vibrating along with it. She shook her head, suddenly feeling slightly more relaxed. "It's this... Fuck. It's just a glorified way of saying my mom and her friends are getting wine drunk on some vineyard the entire weekend. I don't know, it's fucking dumb." "Ohh, that's wassup," Fezco repeated, slower this time — like all of a sudden the idea of a wine retreat at a vineyard in Napa made perfect sense to him. For a moment Lexi relished in

the sound of his voice, the carefully calm tone that brought her peace even through the phone, filling her chest with warmth as she laid there, eyeing the wooden ceiling above her. She had never noticed the glittery stickers that were glued on to the worn down ceiling, echoing memories of Lexi's childhood that still lingered in the room. "You ain't hung up on me, right, Howard?" Fez's voice impaled Lexi's thoughts, jolting her back to the present day, back to her pastel sheets. "No, sorry. I was just—" A loud bang echoed through the house. Lexi's words died on her lips, sealing her mouth shut with a silent gasp. "Lexi? Forreal, you good?" Genuine concern was now draping Fez's voice, his usually carefree tone much more alert and a sharp edge to his words. Another bang, albeit more quiet — but it was there. Lexi couldn't help herself from feeling cold, looking out of the dark windows, where the streets were looking eerie under the illumination of the artificial lighting. "Yeah. I think so. Cassie's probably home, I think she's drunk—" False confidence in Lexi's voice, artificial enough to make Fez worry even more. She got up on her feet, kicking away the throw pillows that were scattered around the wooden floor. Lexi scurried to the door, her hand hesitating for a brief second over the doorknob before pushing the door open, a slight tremor to her hand as she gripped her phone tighter, pressing it to her ear. The hallway was dark, the only light illuminating from downstairs, the light casting eerie shadows onto the walls as Lexi made her way down the hall and onto the first step of the stairs, where she halted. "Cassie?" Lexi called out, the slightest of tremors to her voice. "Lexi — what's going on? Don't play with me right now, forreal." Fezco's voice was slightly agitated. He was probably up on his feet, pacing slightly across the living room as he spoke. Footsteps. Agitated footsteps. And if Lexi wasn't completely crazy, she could've sworn she heard a whisper, a stiffled voice in the dark. And as her body started going cold, Lexi knew that it was not Cassie waiting for her downstairs. "Fuck. There's someone in my fucking house," Lexi's voice was like a breath in the dark, and she was frozen in her tracks. "Yo, you forreal? Lexi, I'm fuckin' serious, don't be fuckin' around with me right now." Agitation had turned into genuine worry in Fezco's voice, and from his breathing alone Lexi could hear that he wasn't sitting still — there was an edge to his breathing. Or something. Lexi was too scared to really know. "I'm serious, Fez!" Lexi's hushed voice rose ever so slightly, jolting her body into agitation as she heard her own voice echoing through the walls. Whatever he answered, Fezco's voice faded into the distance when Lexi could make out the frame of a man in the darkness. Though in the low lighting the man looked unrecognizable, there was something familiar in his shoulders, the way his curls seemed to point in every possible direction, bouncing slightly with his slow steps. And when he finally stepped into the spot of light illuminated from the kitchen, Lexi could feel all the oxygen disappearing from her lungs, leaving her helpless. Her hand was numb, still loosely holding the phone up to her ear like it was her lifeline. "It's — it's my dad. I gotta go." "Fuck you mean it's your dad? Lexi, I'm tellin' you, stay where you are right now. Just stay where you are, I'm comin-" Fez's agitated words got cut off when the line shut between them, harshly separating him from her. Lexi shoved her phone into her back pocket, eager to get her hands free like she was expecting something. An embrace, an apology, something to fill in the rift between her and her father that she could barely even recognize anymore. It was like she was 13 again. Standing at the top of those fucking stairs, staring down at the man she had used to call her father in another lifetime. There was not much left of him in this haggard man, though; nothing familiar about the way his dark

eyes sunk into his skull, the way his hands tremored, his fingers clenching onto a cardboard box that looked like it was ready to fall apart from the weight of its contents. Lexi saw a familiar vase sticking out of the box, a stupid family heirloom Lexi's mom had always had some weird attachment to, having always kept it hidden on a top shelf to prevent anyone from getting to it. "Dad?" The voice was not her own. Even in her own ears she sounded younger, more fragile. Just like the way she had always remained in her father's memories after he disappeared. For him, Lexi had always been frozen in time, forever that scared little kid at the top of the stairs that night she had last seen him. Too scared to react, too passive to intervene. Lexi slumped her way down the steps slowly, her eyes fixed on her father. "What are you doing?" Gus looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his hollow eyes followed Lexi's movements down the stairs, staggering half a step back when she stopped in front of him. There was a spark of warmth in his eyes, like a ghost of the love he once used to have for her. Something Lexi could almost recognize, making it all the more agonizing to stand there — she almost wished there was nothing left of him, nothing she could claim to recognize. It'd be easier that way. "Lexi," Gus' voice was but a mere whisper, his hazy eyes clinging to her. "Baby, you're all grown up, aren't you?" Tears. They were burning behind Lexi's brown eyes, forcing her to look away. She blinked rapidly, eager to deny the existence of them, trying to act stronger than she was. She shook her head before daring to look at her father again, a sob burning in her throat and threatening to escape her lips. She felt sick to her stomach. "You weren't here." It was a strangled whine, the ghost of Lexi's 13-year-old self speaking for her. It was the cry of a girl who was denied a father, a fucking kid who spent years yearning for her dad. And now, that yearning was quickly turning into rage, bubbling itself into existence on Lexi's burning tongue. "I grew up. And you weren't fucking here." Gus seemed to shrink even more, if that was even possible. His fragile shoulders pulled in, his gaunt features twisting into a mask of genuine guilt that must have been haunting him for years — or that's at least what Lexi hoped for. She hoped, she wished that his father had felt guilt like the bastard he was. She hoped that he had thought of her with his actions weighing down on him, with burning guilt in his chest. She wished that Gus had thought of Lexi and hated himself. But mostly she just wished that he had thought of her. At least once. "I know." Gus answered, chapped lips pursed. "I wasn't the greatest dad, Lex—" "The greatest dad?" Lexi interrupted, her tone cruel. A joyless smile twisted her lips, painting her features in a crude mask of agony. "You're not my dad, Gus." Gus recoiled, physically flinching at the words that must have been the materialization of all his worst fears. All his guilt brought into reality with mere five words that the young girl spat out like bullets, each one of them ripping open old wounds that Lexi had long ago tried to mend and forget about. There was nothing but pleading in his sunken eyes when he looked at her own, silently asking for absolution that Lexi knew she couldn't offer, standing in the dark entryway of her home that no longer welcomed the man she could barely recognize. Lexi's eyes glanced over her father's frame one more time, and a wave of nausea washed over her when she noticed the bruises left by dirty needless, staining his arms like rotten flesh. Lexi looked away and nodded her head towards the door. "I think you should go. Steal the fucking vase if you want, I don't care. I just want you to go." Gus didn't argue, but Lexi could see his hands hesitating for a while as he gripped on to the cardboard box filled with god knows what. For a second he looked like he would let go, walk out empty-handed but with some of his dignity preserved. But the second passed, and something in his

eyes hardened, his hands suddenly gripping the box tighter again. There was a silent apology in his eyes when he looked a Lexi one more time, his eyes lingering on her face for an extended, agonizing moment that made her sick. And then he turned, leaving behind what used to be his home — his hand didn't hesitate on the doorknob anymore, and Lexi flinched when she heard the door click open. She followed in his father's footsteps, walking through the entryway and halted at the doorway, gripping the side of the door like a child trying to steady themselves. Gus started to walk down the dimly lit driveway, still clutching the box in his slender fingers. He didn't look back.  Lexi's eyes started burning again when she saw Fezco's car pulling up to the curb, the sorrow in her chest mixing with relief. The car had barely stopped moving before he jolted out of the door, not even bothering to slam the door shut behind himself.  But Fez could barely manage to take five steps towards the house before freezing, his eyes halting on Lexi's father now standing in front of him. Fez's light blue gaze grazed through the man, from the fingers clutching the box, to the bruises on his skin, to the gaunt features that could have probably been described as handsome years ago. A knowing spark lit up in his eyes, a flicker of recognition when he stared at the man in the dark. Fez's eyes shifted yet again towards the bruises on his arms. In a second the flicker was gone, replaced by something that almost looked like guilt as his gaze slipped from Gus to Lexi, standing at the door. Tears were now running down her cheeks, which made something darken in Fezco's eyes when he threw one more —almost apologetic— look at the man before walking past him, up the driveway and towards Lexi. Fez extended his arm towards the girl, and Lexi was grateful. She was grateful to collapse against him, letting his arms support her weight when her legs gave out. A crude sob ripped through Lexi's body the moment Fezco's arms locked around her, all of her suppressed grief letting itself out in one, agonizing wail.  "That your dad?" Fezco murmured in her brown hair, his hands tremoring as he clutched on to Lexi, waves of guilt hitting him harder each time a sob dropped from her lips. Lexi nodded, her movements erratic. "Y—yeah. He's... he's an addict too." Fezco pulled her tighter to his chest, holding on to her for dear life as his eyes followed the familiar frame of Lexi's father, who was slowly disappearing into the darkness at the end of the street. "Yeah. I know."

[mcondance]

it's that anon who wanted to hold miguel's hand. it's, like, almost 12 am right now and now i wanna just hug him after seeing his back so much in edits. or collapse on top of him bc i'm mad tired rn. collapse on top of him and lay on his chest and maybe put my hand right on top of his happy trail. tip of my fingers under his pants, yk. i also just want him to lay his entire body weight on me and hold my shoulders down and just feed on me. i think miguel might like if reader's showing a bit of uneasiness when he bares his fangs or claws or both. probably laugh a bit in their face or against that spot under their ear. tell's em, "don't be afraid, muñeca" and the pet name just gives 'em goosebumps because they only ever hear that from him when he's planning something diabolical. they feel a shiver down their spine because he only ever calls them a doll when they're splayed out on the bed getting fucked to delirium by him. it's like that fucking experiment or smth. miguel would get a rise out of seeing them so nervous over hearing one little word. think he'll hold reader's wrists when they try to push at his stomach bc they're whining and saying it's too much already, that's too much. maybe he's trained them to say "thank you" so reader says, "thank you- thank you. please, i c- can't take any more." and he lets go of their wrists to wipe their tears away. their cunt's been doing the same thing for the past hour(s). cumming and squirting all over him. leaving his thighs wet. making their fuck session all the more sloppier. anyway, beast of a man he is leans down and kisses 'em to hush their cries (that makes his cock throb inside them 'cause i bet this man feels a lil something when they cry). "thank you too, muñeca. thank you too for letting me fuck you like this. pero lo siento, amor.. i'm afraid.." he trails off bc he can feel they're hanging onto his every word. "i'm not done yet." miguel would leave them one last kiss before continuing to fuck them, i think. aight, oh my gods, i didn't think this would be so long. i'll hop out b4 i add any more 🚶‍♀️ i fcking love the new theme, by the way! goodnight, peoples

saw this last night and woah. u. u are crazy. the idea of miguel getting off on your fear… him sayin he’s not done yet… yeah anon u want me to go crazy!!