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nocturni3 · 2 years ago

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Miguel Ohara x male reader: canon Tragedy

CHARACTER DEATH, I can understand if y’all don’t wanna read if you don’t think this is something you can’t handle mentally DNI. Or read when I do Angst and death I don’t hide anything it’ll hit deep and twist your heart.

(TW: possibly incorrect Spanish, toxic mother, loving brother in law, reader death, canon event, blood, death, venom 2099, mourning, mental break, feral Miguel, death of child, kron stone death, venom death, Revenge, pain)

Two months passed before the two newlyweds knew it! They were officially married and now waiting for their baby girl Gabriella to be ready to bring home with them. For the two months after their wedding M/n and Miguel were working non-stop; be it with Alchemax workloads, or setting up their daughters room for her arrival.

A room the newly weds spent all their time painting, buying all the needed equipment, toys, crib, lights, play pin. Both of them never had in their childhoods; a happy healthy home; that was their plan to give their daughter everything they never had.

M/n still couldn’t believe it, as if it was out of a movie he stood in the doorway of Gabriella’s room staring at the cream pink walls hang pictures of animals, her play bin filled with stuffed animals as well nearly flooding onto the floor many of those animals being rabbits of different sizes and colors. A holo projection hung clouds floating and shifting across the ceiling.

Soft blanket folded in the crib waiting to be wrapped around their beautiful daughter. M/n smiled at the room knowing this once empty, hollow room would soon have a child in it to breathe life on its walls.

Arms wrapped themselves around his middle pulling his back against a muscular chest. The hands that wrapped around his waist displayed a ring that M/n rubbed his thumb across smiling, turning his head to look into the eyes of his husband.

Miguel O'hara, who’s eyes bore bugs under them of the countless nights of working late as the new CEO of Alchmax. Even still a smile stretched across Miguel’s lips before pressing a kiss against a M/n’s temple.

“Think we got her enough toys? Maybe we should get her-“

M/n gave a soft chuckle rubbing Miguel’s head as it leaned on top of his own shoulder.

“I think this kids gonna be spoiled if we keep buying her toy after toy before she gets here.”

Miguel’s arms tightened around M/n pulling in closer, sighing from his husband being so close to his heart.

“Oh trust me love she’s already spoiled. I think we can handle spoiling her a bit more”

“Hmm, yeah you’re right…maybe when Gabe and me are out grabbing lunch I’ll grab a few more things for our baby”

“Make sure Gabe doesn’t try to buy her dumb”

“Miggy! Gabriel O'hara trying to buy our daughter something ridiculous?! We both know your brother but I’ll try to convince him to keep the terrible jokes at a mild”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head into your neck breathing in his scent, his cologne. Taking in all of m/n as he held his other half’s body close. Migue wished he could go with him on this lunch like they both used to do but as the CEO his time was so limited to quick snacks and breaks before being on calls for a good chunk of the day.

But he knew m/n needed to get out of the house, check on Gabe after he and his girlfriend fought. To get his mind off of the stress of their own soon to be born child. After all, Gabe had spent far too much time ensuring Discord stayed locked away in cyberspace; he needed a break away from downtown even.

M/n smiled before turning around in Miguel’s arms pressing his hands against Miguel’s chest. Smiling up to his tired husband;

“And maybe after shopping I’ll check on our little girl get some more photos before she’s born, I could video call you get you to go on a well needed break away from those other department dicks”

Leaning down Miguel captured soft lips with his own, a kiss both performed so many times, yet it was a dance that still left Miguel’s lips and fangs buzzing after you lips left his. Patting his chest M/n pulled away running his hand across Miguel’s chest as he walked past him to gather his holo watch and jacket.

Miguel fallowed him leaning against the kitchen wall staring at his gorgeous husband he stuck by him for a decade of dating. A year of supporting Miguel becoming spiderman, finding out of his identity. Livening Miguel through all the ups and downs of the months of them struggling to become parents and now they were married.

Living in their house, a peaceful house away from the stresses and anxiety of the city. Miguel stared at his husband who soon noticed looking over his shoulder, making his h/l h/c get in his face as he smiled at Miguel who watched with his own smile watching as e/c eyes shined.

“Like what you see hot stuff?”

“Oh, ya conoces el amor, there’s no point in boosting that ego of yours farther”

“Damn and here I thought I needed an ego boost, shock throw the plan away then”

Miguel shook his head, pushing off the counter before pulling M/n close to him once more taking both hands in his; as though the two were going to start to dance like they had at their wedding as shown with countless photos of the twos wedding and years of dating hung all over their home.

Leaning forward Miguel pressed his forehead against M/ns, leaving a small peck against the soft lips he loved with all his heart.

“Knowing you, you'll make another plan for that ego, be safe okay, holo call me after you and Gabe’s lunch alright, love you”

M/n smiled even more, holding the side of Miguel’s tired cheek, nudging his nose against his worried husband.

“I will handsome, if you promise you will take a well needed nap; Mr. CEO needs to sleep too you know don’t make me have LYLA shut down the servers just for you to sleep”

“Can’t have that”

“Nope, those servers are a pain to turn back on”

“Than you got yourself a deal”

“Good, Now ilove you and I’ll call you after me and Gabe are done eating and shopping”

Miguel smirked watching as M/n called up Gabriel who answered in a tired, stressed voice on the other end.

“Yo! Bro are ya done yet! That brunch place is gonna be pact by the time we get ther-“

“He’s ready Gabe, you keep him safe yeah?”

M/n jokingly elbowed Miguel smiling at him before turning to Gabriel who rolled his eyes in the holo call.

“Yes Mig I’ll keep your husband safe and sound; we both know just how dangerous a cafe can be-“

“Okay kids stop fighting, I’m coming out now Gabe!”

Gabriel nodded before hanging up the hollo call.leaving Miguel and M/n once again alone. Turning to Miguel M/n placed a quick kiss on Miguel’s lips mumbleing against them as he wished him an easy work day before pulling back to head to the door.

“Lyla! Make sure Miguel gets sleep yeah!”

Lyla smiled as she appeared in front of M/n smiling as she winked at his giving him a thumbs up.

“You got it boss”

Miguel gave a soft sigh when the door closed to their house; before turning to the kitchen counter that held his now cold coffee. Another long day of work.

~~~~~

M/n laughed at Gabes joke on members of his girlfriend's rebel groups antics. Neely spitting out his coffee at his husband's brother.

“There’s no shockeing way he did that!”

Gabe laughed, his goggles nearly falling on his eyes as his head shook.

“I wish I was lying but the guy is a moron when it comes to tech hacking and don’t get me started…”

Humming M/n looked out the window zoning out to look at the city skyline, watching the hover cars fly through the sky In between buildings and holo board’s advertising companies with the hero’s of old. M/ns mind moved to Miguel’s tired eyes the way his face saved a bit from stress of work. His clothes-

“Bro you good?”

“Huh! Oh shock sorry Gabe I was just-“

“Thinking of Miguel?”

M/ns hands held the cup of coffee taking a small sip, taking in all the emotions that flowed in his heart. Even though the cafe was a peaceful atmosphere it didn’t quell m/ns worrying heart.

“Yeah…”

“Trouble in paradise?”

M/ns eyes widened as his waved his left hand that held his wedding band, that bounced the suns rays off the red diamond.

“What oh no, no no! Nothing like that at all, we’re great, better than ever it’s just…Gabe you’ve seen Miguel he’s working so hard all the time-“

“I thought you said he stopped being spide- I mean”

“Spiderman”

“Wait you know!”

M/n laughed covering his mouth as he sat the hot cup of coffee down on the table. Seeing Gabes shocked face of horror.

“I’ve known for a while…and yeah he’s stopped or slowed down a lot more due to him taking up the CEO position at Alchemax but that’s the issue.”

“Him being CEO or quitting his other gig?”

Sighing M/n looked down at the shopping bags that sat next to his and Gabe's table inside sat another small bean stuffed bunny, an old looking toy but the novelty of it drew him in. Holding the small bunny in his hands M/n played with the soft white ears, moving the big floppy ears from its face.

“Neither, it’s him working himself to exhaustion that has me worried to death. Gabriella is coming home next month and it worries me he isn’t getting the sleep we both need now before we bring a newborn home.”

“M/n-“

And I just can’t put more stress on him-“

A hand grabbed the white rabbit from M/n anxious hands; holding the body in front of his face, speaking in a high pitch voice that heard other patrons and their kids staring; some chuckling before going back to their own conversation.

“M/n O’Hara you listen here, when you get home you make Miggy go to bed, you tell him he needs to chill out on being the big CEO of Alchedick. You hear me Mr. O’Hara”

M/n laughed his hand covering his mouth as he laughed as Gabe smiled at his brother in law seeing M/n Ohara relax.

“Thanks Gabe, I know you know this but your the best brother in law I could’ve asked for and uncle for Gabriella to have”

“I’m the only one of those two things!-“

Gabriel’s watch started ringing loudly, Gabe looked down at the caller ID instantly answering; m/n looked away giving Gabe some privacy as he stared at the bustling and busy. Slipping the rest of his own coffee before Gabe piped in his expression told M/n all he needed to know;

“Shit, hey man I gotta-“

M/n smiled holding up a hand at Gabriel.

“Gabe go on I’ll catch a taxi to the clinic; go take care of your girlfriend okay, when you can call Miguel. You may not know this but every time you call Miguel is happy to talk to his baby brother you know.”

Gabriel looked down at his coffee tapping his watch on the tipping pad. Nodding sadly before placing his goggles around the rabbits neck smiling at M/n as he pushed the bunny back in his hands.

“Give those to little Gabriella yeah? if she’s anything like Miguel and me you’ll have your hands full with fights”

Taking the rabbit in his hands M/n smiled at Gabe, before placing the small stuffed animal with the dirty goggles around its neck back in the back at his feet.

“Oh I have no doubt, take care of yourself Gabe”

“You too my favorite brother in law”

Laughing M/n lightly punched Gabes arm.

“I’m your only brother in law you moron”

Gave laughed weakly before waving bye to M/n who smiled at his now empty cup of coffee, looking back out to the skyline taking in the breathtaking view of it all.

“What a beautiful day.”

~~~~

Keeping her promise Lyla had Miguel take a well needed nap that wasn’t at the very desk he did all his work, but in his and M/n’s bed room. Even going as far as to have one of his serving drones spray M/ns cologne all over their bed just to get Miguel to fall asleep faster.

Lyla loved the couple, as close as any friend would and it broke her AI software to see Miguel work himself every hour of everyday while M/n worried in silence. Only to comfort Miguel everyday after work when the two got a rare moment of peace. Only for Miguel’s scectarly; his own mother to call him to yet another meeting.

It had gotten so bad that Lyla would answer the phone calls from his mother before his holo watch even notified Miguel and told her that Miguel was busy and to move the meetings for the next day or week. This bought Miguel some time to catch some rest like this moment.

Lyla watched as Miguel instantly passed out under the soft covers pulling some of the covers to his face to smell his husband's cologne even more as he slept. Lyla smiled, hovering her hand over Miguel’s hair before vanishing to the living room, staring at the many photographs that hung on the walls of the modern home, photos of the couples time during high school prom night, the photos of their graduation at Alchemax School for Gifted Youngsters.

Next we’re photos of them in their apartment, vacations to parts of Mexico and the world. Photos of their rings on either of their hands and last their wedding. Both wearing white suits as they kissed in front of a crowd of friends and Miguel’s family.

Lyla's smile wore away as yet another processing call from Miguel’s mother came in. Sighing dramatically, Lyla made a 21st century phone call as she answered, hearing the older woman's voice on the other end of the line.

“Miguel sweetly you have a meeting-“

“Ima stop you right there, one Miguel sweetly is

sleeping after pulling a 24 hour shift of none stop meetings, stress and isolation thanks to your constant fear migrating and project-“

“What did you say! Lyla you put Miguel on this call right now-“

“No, you listen here you are cozying up to Miguel after years of hating him for your own selfish sake just to work your way in having him fear failing his new family like that abusive bastard had. So I won’t put Miguel on the call cause unlike you! me and M/n have eyes and heart to see that Miguel needs a long needed break away from work and away from you you old washed up hag!”

“You good for nothing AI you listen here you bit-“

Lyla had the phone vanish and along with it all her anger before she made her way to the couple’s room peering inside to see Miguel hugging m/n’s pillow tightly the nanotech in the fibers emitted a light glow in the pitch black room. a smiling Lyla left once more seeing Miguel’s face relaxed, at peace as he slept.

She only hoped when M/n called Miguel would take some time away from the stresses of work and spent it gushing over little Gabriella and M/n who would probably continuously feed Miguel praises and love.

~~~~~~

Ring

“¿eh? Miguel Ohara hablando”

The sound of Miguel’s tired voice brought a smile and chuckle from M/n's lips as he placed his hand on top of the glass set face that protected Gabriella from the world outside.

“I sure hope so, what do I have to do to set an appointment for my husband?”

“M-m/n! Ow shock! Sorry I was-“

“Sleeping? Good, did you have a good long rest hun?”

Faintly hearing Miguel on the other line humming before a groan escaped his husbands lips M/n knew Miguel had gotten the sleep he needed most.laughing M/n turned on his holo watches camera popping a miniature view of a still sleepy miguel who still lauded in their bed. His deep brown locks were a mess of tousled bed hair, mixed with his tired smiled that showed off his fangs as he spoke:

“Best rest I’ve had cariño thanks to Lyla holding off my mother and her constant meetings and a bit of your cologne”

“My cologne?l

“Sí, it help me sleep”

Chuckling M/n turns fully to watch his old hand rubbing the glass that held their daughter; as though this simple act helped her feel safe.

“Then I guess I should start stockpiling some more huh?”

“Haha I think you’ll be fine you already got enough of that stuff to last a year”

His cheeks reddening M/n shook his head before pointing an accusing finger at Miguel. Both playing along with the others' antics and sarcasm. Acting more like children than 27 year old newlyweds.

“Hey careful there husband or you’ll find yourself-“

“On the couch?”

“Oh shush!”

Miguel’s tired voice gave way to a chest lightening laugh that was soon joined by M/n. Both men looked at the other with such love it was almost hard for either of them to describe. Moments passed with M/n and Migue talking to their daughter who was floating in the water like liquid. Both parents smiling love not at their daughter seeing just how much she looked like Miguel and both taking guesses on what she’ll be like.

“Nah I think she’ll for sure be a daddy’s girl”

“Amor were both her parents”

M/ns smile widened even in hologram form Miguel stared at his husbands smile as though it was the sun itself.

“Duh that’s to the point! No competitions for her favorite parent reward”

“I just hope I can’t catch a break from work to see her enough-“

“And you will; miggy I love you and Gabriella loves you too. The company won’t crumble to dust if your gone to be with your family.”

Miguel knew what M/n was saying was the truth; he knew he was overworking himself, wasting time that could be used to be with his husband at the clinic with m/n instead of holo calls.

Nodding Miguel got up from the comforting bed making his way to the office computer that he wasted so much time behind ensuring a company he originally hated after what his “dad” did to him. After what they did to the people of Nueva York. Glancing to the spiderman suit that still sat behind a glass case then back to the countless emails from investors, department heads, and competitors trying to buy the company.

“Lyla send out a department wide email informing them I’m going on maternity leave for a year to support my family and direct all questions and answers to the new AI secretary that will soon be replacing secretary Ohara.”

Lyla smiled, doing a quick salute before proceeding to write and send email, while ordering the highest tech of a secretary encrypting it with all of Miguel’s plans, goals and Alchemaxs new goals. While on the side writing the termination paperwork for one Conchata O'Hara.

Turning back to the holo call of a shocked M/n who’s eyes where now filling with tears of happiness at Miguel’s selfless actions.

“Y-you really did it?”

“Por ti hago lo que sea, mi amor.”

Wiping away his tears M/n smiled looking at the hologram of his husband who looked as disheveled as always when he woke up from a long needed rest.

“You better get over here so I can kiss you then-“

The door to the clinic opened, reviewing a man M/n had never seen in the clinic before. Yet the older looking man wore a lab coat, his long greasy looking white hair cascaded over his face as he spoke his crooked teeth were as apparent as the sewer smell radiating off of him.

“You’re Mr.Ohara right?”

“Mmh, that’s correct M/n Ohara; is there something wrong! My husbands right here,please tell us is there something wrong with our little Gabriella?!”

Miguel’s heart was pounding as m/n gently placed the watch down so he could fully see this doctor; Miguel had a feeling he knew this man…that he’s seen the man somewhere before?

Pushing those thoughts down to focus on his fear for what the doctor would say to the couple.what would they have to do to keep Gabriella safe. Miguel could only process a split second of the “doctors” words as he walked over to M/n and Gabriella, his hands pressing against the glass staring at the couples daughter.

“Yes but it’s best if we talk with you first m/n, shouldn’t take that long, and your husband can stay in here keep an eye on little Gabriella”

M/n shuffled uncomfortably as he looked back at Gabriella and Miguel who looked confused but far more scared for the news of Gabriella’s health.

“M/n it’s alright I’ll watch over her…make sure shes-“

M/n picked up the holo watch placeing it nearer to the glass sphere.

“I shouldn’t be long love”

“I know, amor just be careful”

M/n smiled at Miguel before following the doctor out of their daughter's observation room. Miguel’s eyes fell on his daughters small body inside the water like liquid as the motors light up her vitals which all looked all good; by all accounts she’s the picture of health?

“What is that doctor even talking about-“

Miguel’s thoughts were tossed out of the window as the room's door slammed open as M/n was thrown through the air, his body and head slamming into the thick glass of Gabriella’s container making a thin freak form.

Miguel’s instincts rushed into overdrive hearing a deep gurgling voice laugh as M/ns body could barely move as he struggled to sit up his head was bleeding socking the clothes he wore his arm had deep claw marks left his arm soaked in blood that poured down to the floor even as he tried to close the claw marks the best he could.

Miguel didn’t hesitate to run to his office door to run to the clinic if he had to; as he watched helplessly as m/n pressed his blood soaked body against Gabriella’s glass; trying to protect their daughter from the danger that wreaked havoc killing doctors, guards before turning its black tar like body towards M/n, tha skull markings mixed with the grotasted spider made of bones that wrapped in its front had M/ns throat clenched.

Only to scream to Miguel with his eyes filled with fear, tears and outright love for Miguel all while protecting their precious child even as his body screamed at him to run! M/n's heart pounded in his chest as his head started to feel light either from blood loss or adrenaline he couldn’t say as he looked at an even fearful Miguel eyes he knew were on the glass case of spiderman.

“Go on call for my bastard brother! I wanna tear his body limb from limb! Tell him to get spiderman to do his job YOU HEAR THAT OHARA CALL SPIDERMAN HELL COME DOWN HERE YOURSELF TOO! Haha watching Hope melt from your eye will be so sweet when I kill your brat and husband! ILL EVEN MAKE A DEAL! which one to kill! Haha”

The volume of the two overlapping voice made M/n and Miguel’s fear riddled minds spinning as M/n turned to Miguel, tears falling from both partners eyes as they both knew what M/n was about to say-

“No please don’t kill them I’ll do anything! What do you want, just name it! You want spiderman right I’ll give you him just don’t hurt-“

“Miguel please! Save Gab-“

M/n screamed as the monsters clawed hands grabbed him by his neck using its blood covered fingers to turn M/ns head to look at the breaking and frantic Miguel ohara; the man he loved more than life itself break down.

“Money! Do you want money! Drugs, what do you want please tell me and I’ll do it!”

“Haha he thinks we want that- no WE WANT BLOOD, WE WANT SPIDERMANS BLOOD WE KILL TO GET THE SPIDERS ATTENTION-“

“I will get him there please just don’t hurt them!”

M/n screamed as a clawed hand clawed through his skin over his checks.

“You come too brother! After all, I want to see your break the most!”

M/n's watch was smashed along with his body against the glass protecting his daughter's body. Who’s vitals were starting to hit an all time high as the stress, sounds and vibrations of each slam against the sphere began to raise them all in the red. M/n yelled out, gasping as he clawed the best he could against the tar body; only gaining laughter and burning green acid to nearly miss his body.

“P-please stop, don't hurt my daughter please!”

“We don’t care; we kill, we will kill you then that brat…and watch Spider-Man’s heart break when we eat your corpse!”

M/ns eyes widened as the monster spoke its teeth near centimeters away from biting his head off.the pain and lack of air being breathed in had M/ns head spinning as the reality of this monster knowing Spider-Man’s identity; of it KNOWING Miguel’s identity. Gasping for air as his body was thrown to the ground a black tendril wrapped around his neck lifting his body off the floor to slam him to the wall.

M/n cried out as he watched each tub was ripped out of the sphere that kept Gabriella’s vitals safe, now their child was moving around frantically as if she knew what was happening as a black clawed hand scratched the surface was if it took not strength, as it turned to M/n laughing as the hand picked the sphere up with Gabriella up;

“WERE GETTING BORED! Let’s have fun destroying families “

“No! Please! NO!”

~~~~~~

Miguel contacted the public eyes on the situation on an unknown enemy taking the CEO of Alchemaxs husband and child hostage! Many came to help weapons at the ready as they followed the web crawler to an utterly destroyed clinic; dead bodies laid sprawled across the medallic landing pad; the more Spiderman ran through the building the more fire he faced.

Migue didn’t wait for the public eye as he ran through the blood soaked halls, various glass spheres that now were broken with dead 7-9 month old children laying dead and blue. Dead parents, doctors, nurses, guards all littered the floor of the clinic. Miguel’s only focus now was to follow the mass of dead bodies that got more and more dismembered the farther he ran. The sounds of the public eye officers followed him to the room that hung wide open; the lights flickered as a scream ripped through the blood filled halls. Miguel's mind was only focused on one goal.

Save M/n and Gabriella; swinging into the large room that once was filled with small decorations m/n and Miguel had placed around the room for their Gabriella, now torn, and covered in blood. Shopping bags torn and laying amongst the desisted was sobs and screaming coming from behind tha monstrously grotesque monster who’s skin looked and moved like tar. It’s clawed hands smeared in blood.

A wet sound could Miguel’s attention as he looked down to see water…mixed with blood. His heart pounded as Miguel let out a scream to the mister his voice creaking with his scream, tears soaked his mask.

“I’m here! Fight me you fucking murder!”

The beast turned around it’s skull like pattern creased as it smiled a mouth full of ridged jagged teeth

“THE SPIDER CAME! Shame we only got one dead WELL KILL THE NEXT ONE LATER FIRST SPIDERMAN FIGHTS VENOM!!”

Miguel fought the beast focusing on the battle the best he could but no matter what he did the screaming sobs that ripped through the air as M/n held their daughters bleeding limp body to his chest distracted Miguel long enough for this Venom to take ahold of Miguel’s head holding his body up into the air, Miguels talons had no affect to venoms body as it chuckled bringing a long claw up to Miguel’s mask;

“I know who’s under there brother, WE WILL MAKE SURE TO LET YOUR BOND WATCH YOU GET DEVOURED-“

“Spiderman watch out!”

Miguels eyes fell on Venoms body as bullets ripped through venoms body as it dropped Miguel’s body into the water and blood…that got darker as Venoms laughed louder; as it jumped through the ceiling.

“YOUR BULLETS WENT THROUGH ME BUT DONT WORRY SOMETHING BEHIND ME STOPPED THEM!”

Miguel's eyes followed the pool of blood landing on…M/n who was barely breathing as his back was littered with bullet holes slumped on his side, his arms wrapped around the small lifeless body of their sweet Gabriella who was wrapped in a bloodied pink blanket….

“NOO! M/n! ¡No no!¡Esto no puede estar sucediendo, por favor, quédate conmigo!”

Miguel scrambled to his feet sliding to the gasping body of his Husband who held their dead daughter's body close.l who’s face looked at peace and beautiful as though she was just sleeping if it wasn’t for the blood on her pale brown skin that was so pale Miguel knew she was gone before she could even take her first breath.

Migues eyes frantically looked to M/n face whose face was smeared in blood and cuts. Miguel didn’t care who saw the two as Miguel's arms held the dying body of his husband. Who barely cling onto life; even still M/n gave Miguel a struggling smile as tears smeared the blood more even in pain he tried to comfort his broken husband.

“Miggy, I-it hurts so much ”

“I-I know amor I know; stay with me please love I can’t loose you too-“

Miguel held the hand in his as he pressed the cold hand to his lips and cheek. Ignoring the sounds of the shied agents shooing away the public eye to give the two privacy their concerned eyes went unnoticed by the couple as Spider-Man cried holding the two bodies.

“I don’t want to l-leave you yet! Miggy i-I’m scared it’s so cold. W-we lost Gabriella it hurts so much Miggy”

Miguel's sobs ripped through him as he pulled the injured boy of his husband close, putting pressure on the wounds on his back the best he could; to try to stop the bleeding!

“I should’ve been here with you-“

The hand on his cheek lifted the bottom half of the mask smiling at Miguel. Gasping as he held their daughter lifeless body to his chest, the pain was fading for M/n now a numbness from blood loss as well as the cold peaceful grasp of death began to pull him from Miguel’s warmth.

“You’ve always had a-s-such a handsome s-mile o-one of many r-easons I fell so hard for you. Wanna see it one one time please”

“No stop talking like that, You’re not going anywhere! I’ll save you, the doctors can save you both!”

M/n's vision began to blurt as he witnessed the once strong willed, loving man in his life break in front of him grasping at any once of hope he could…m/n knew it wasn’t possible as his body became so heavy even pulling Miguel closer was exhausting.

M/ns hand pulled Miguel down weakly, his ghosting breath against Miguel’s lips. Miguel's lips quivered his hands pulling the cold body of his husband closer as both shared one final kiss before even his lips turned cold.

“We love you so much Miguel…r-remember that hun…”

Miguel's eyes stared in shock as life left M/n's eyes, the once e/c eyes that Miguel could drown in now unfocused as they slowly closed, his husband's body going limp. Miguel desperately pulled the two love ones of his life to his chest as he screamed. Screams that ripped through the clinic, ripped the hearts of the public eyes, shield agents, and now the press that heard it.

It was a scream of pure agony as though one’s heart was ripped from their chest in seconds.

But Miguel didn’t care as he clung to the bodies of his husband and child. Both looking at peace at last… Miguel’s heart raged one as helix screams of mourning became a far cry of rage.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a sample of that living tar like substance. Placing his loved ones bodies down Miguel gripped a beaker scooping the disgusting monster in it.

“I’ll find you venom I’ll kill you myself”

~~~~

And suffer Miguel did as he marched into the labs the workers jumping back at their CEOs appearance. His eyes were red, bags and sunken cheeks made them wary of his mental state as he stood in front of the monster once again. Who is now a coward in the holding experimental cell.

Numbness was all Miguel felt as he wore two rings on his left hand, a small stained stuffed bunny with Gabs goggles wrapped around its neck in his other. Numbness and pain followed with a burning vengeance on his mind Miguel yelled.

“GET OUT!”

The staff didn’t hesitate to rush out of the labs. Rveryone walked on eggshells the past few days as their CEO was a grieving mess after the loss of both his husband and daughter. Everyone knew however what his goal was when spiderman threw the beast in the holding cell.

They knew Miguel was going to kill the monster.

Placing the bunny rabbit next to the frequency controls Miguel stared at the rabbit, the ring that once belonged to M/n now on his finger. As he traced over the letters;

‘You are my one and only light’

“AWWW IS CEO GETTING COLD FEE-AHHHH ahhh”

Miguels bared his teeth at the beast as his hand cranked the volume to max; tears ran down the widower’s face as he screamed over venoms suffering.

“IM GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL THE SAME PAIN MY HUSBAND AND DAUGHTER FELT WHEN YOU KILLED THEM YOU FUCKING MONSTER!”

“OOOH HIT A NERVE-ahhhhhh”

“And when I’m done I’ll burn your corpse and throw you in concrete where you’ll be forgotten!”

“MIGUEL STOP PLEASE!”

A scream ripped from the rippling symbiote, a voice Miguel faintly remembers hearing through years of working at Alchemax, the voice of Kron Stone. His half brother was a cold blooded murder who wreaked havoc across the country killing families. Miguel snarled cranking the volume to Max screaming over the beast's scream. His voice cracking as sobs ripped over his screams, the memories of his and M/ns years of life together flashed in his mind.

Their first kiss, their first date, their first time together…their fights, concerns, love, laughter, hardships, marriage, wedding, planning for a baby. Most of all seeing M/n's face splattered with paint as they laughed while decorating Gabriella’s room. His warm arms that comforted Miguel’s during hard nights of spiderman… the blood that belonged to his husband and their daughter covering Miguel’s hands.

“YOU HAVE NO SHOCKIN RIGHT TO BEG FOR MERCY! YOU DIDN'T PROVIDE M/N OR GABRIELLA! AIM GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER YOU HEAR ME!”

The screams echoed from the room, the sounds of screaming from the Symbiote before silence, what followed was bone crunching punch after punch; sickening and bloodied as screams from whoever bonded to the Symbiote was beaten to death.

Miguel stood up, his hands bloodied, his knuckles split open and bruised as he stared down at the bloodied face that was barely recognizable to what Kron once looked like. Miguel landed a final kick to the murders face his breathing was erratic as he walked over the cowardly form of sludg that was the Symbiote now back as far as the hold glass cell allowed,

Miguel’s eyes blazed red as Miguel emotionless expression stared down at the alien before slamming his fist against the red botton that set the Symbiote ablazed its screams did get an once of pity from Miguel ad he turned around picking up the small stained rabbit before exiting the room. Turning to one of the public eye guards who looked terrified of his boss as he spoke,

“Throw that Trash into the incinerator; I don’t want to see it or hear about it anymore”

“Y-yes sir”

~~~~

Miguel’s return home was lonely; the house that was once held so many memories that was going to hold more now sat dark, dim, and grim as a thin layer of dust sat on the furniture that M/n used to always be at. The kitchen was empty and bare as fast food platters and bags littered the island.

Lyla, no matter what she tried couldn’t keep up with Miguel’s spiral of grief. But today seeing his hands injured and spattered with blood that wasn’t his own Lyla gently guided him towards his and M/ns room that was just as a mess as the rest of the house the two shared.

Miguel paused at the closed door with a small painted name plate;

~Gabriella~

His heart broke but Miguel stared at the stain rabbit with Gabes goggles hanging off its neck. His injured hands shook as they wrapped around the knob twisting it open to a thinly dusted room filled with toys that would never get played with, a crib that would never hold their sweet Gabriella.

Miguel took in a shaky breath as Lyla watched him, her own chest clenching as she watched Miguel place the small rabbit into the crib and pulling a pink blanket over it before walking out and closing the door.

Miguel entered his and M/ns room the thick smell of m/ns thick cologne hung heavily in the rooms air, on every blanket and clothes as Miguel’s body fell onto the bed his large body curling ever blanket he could to his face as Miguel cried his hands hurt, his heart hurt…and most of all his soul hurt as he took in the smell of the man he will never get to hold, never get to kiss or spend anymore time with anymore.

Their daughter they both wanted so badly was dead, his husband was dead all Miguel could feel was heartbreaking grief as Miguel eyes filled with tears stared at Lyla whose face looked ready to cry herself as her body took its human size her hand hovering on Miguel’s shoulder as he begged;

“Lyle tell me a story, make the hurting stop”

(I’m crying, no joke I was sobbing!)

#fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #male reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #oneshot #miguel ohara x reader #griefandloss #tw death #angst

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dadsbongos · 1 year ago

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the end of evangelion - s.geto & s.gojo & s.ieiri

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - children being traumatized by toji, you are killed and then revived :) , plasma vessel arc spoilers, i fucking love tragic character relationships <3 word count - 3.8 K / rating - PG-13

Satoru notices three things before him. Bangs. Mole. Bug eyes.

He doesn’t really remember their names, he supposes he probably should if he wants to seem polite.

But he wasn’t good at any of that, so he simply places his hand over his chest and proudly declares, “Gojo, Satoru, and I hope none of you think I plan on carrying the class.”

The one staring with wide, bashful eyes suddenly sours, glaring at him from beside the girl with the mole. A quiet laugh rumbles from the chest of the pretty boy with his bangs hanging over his eye. Satoru’s teacher sighs quietly before clapping him on the shoulder, the large hand heavy on his bony shoulder.

“Please, take a seat by Geto and we can begin.”

Satoru pauses, hands jammed in his pockets. His eyes are narrowed behind pitch-black, square lenses. Geto, Geto, Geto…

“Which one was that?”

The big-eyed one guffaws while the girl with the mole snorts. The both of them turn to the other boy. Ah, so it must be him, then.

“Geto, here,” the one with the bangs raises his hand, eyes straying towards the door as if he’s already prepared to bolt.

Yaga waits for Satoru to find his seat before standing in front of his four first-years. He looks out at them and sees two very different paths. One full of bountiful success; First Grade sorcerers chock-full of household names in the jujutsu world. And one of shameful failures, a crew barely able to work together long enough in the Kyoto exchange event let alone actually operate missions as a team.

Though, he watches as you and Shoko re-introduce yourselves to Satoru. The six-eyes user, surprisingly, nods along and seems to genuinely retain the information. Yaga feels hope bloom in his chest.

With such unique techniques gathered in one room, there is real potential here for a fruitful future.

“Just one more, c’mon!” Satoru nuzzles his warm cheek between yours and Suguru’s, and begs as if he doesn’t have you both trapped beneath his arms. For such a scrawny guy, he sure does have a good grip.

“We’ve been here for hours, ‘Toru!” you whine, but your body is already completely lax against his side.

Suguru hums along to your point with a gentle nod, “Yaga-sensei still has a reservation we need to get to, Satoru.”

“Aw, let the prince have this!” Shoko, for once, sides with the wonder boy beside you. She holds up her camera and grins, “One more and then dinner!”

“Quickly, please?!” Yaga calls from over the girl’s shoulder, “If we’re late, one of you has to pay for the replacement dinner!”

“Not it!” you call at the same time Suguru purrs it. Satoru rolls his eyes, arms squeezing even tighter around both of your necks.

“As if it would’ve been anyone else.”

“Alright, smiles!” Shoko glares over the lens of her camera, lashes narrowed, despite the uptilt of her rosy lips, “And hold up the awards - Yu and I worked hard on those!”

You, Satoru, and Suguru display the thin, crinkle-edged papers with crudely drawn-on golden trim and sky blue ribbon. In large black crayon scrawls are your names over the front with ‘OFFICIAL FIRST GRADER’ below. It must’ve taken less than a minute each, but you’re already mentally plotting where exactly you want to hang yours in your dorm. Maybe you could even goad Satoru into buying you each matching frames.

“Alright, alright,” Yaga calls, checking his watch for the umpteenth time since Shoko called for another picture, “Let’s go! Goddamn!”

“Okay,” Shoko lowers the camera, flicking through the many photos she’d collected over the evening, “There may be some actual salvageable ones in here.”

“At least you can’t tell when ‘Toru blinks,” you bounce over to her side, carefully cradling the homemade paper award to your chest.

“No,” Shoko pouts suddenly, staring into the sharp glare in Satoru’s glasses, “Dammit - you can see me in those stupid shades!”

“Good!” you lean over to follow her gaze, “That way everybody who sees it will know you were here, too.”

“But I look goofy…”

Suguru towers over the brunette’s back to look at the photo, “Yeah, you do.”

“Hey!”

“He’s right,” Satoru snickers, having not even glanced at the camera screen.

“Hey!”

All three Grade One Tokyo branch students sent as escorts are fatally injured. Two dead. Both later revived.

You can feel it all down your neck. Cold and prickly and squeezing. The base of your throat cinches, heart banging against every bone rung in your chest - trying desperately to free itself. Instinctively, your shoulders bunch up towards your neck; the tips of your fingers go numb, and the numbness spreads up your hands. As if your body itself is trying to shut down. Some unfair, automatic reaction in the face of a bigger predator.

Your knees buckle.

Toji has a hand on his hip, head tilting with a lazy grin, “You’re not on the list, y’know?”

You swallow thickly, eyes scrambling hurriedly over the hulking form before you. Broad shoulders and muscles, at least three times the size of your head, doused in midnight black. You think you make fists.

“You can run, kid,” Toji raises both brows high along his forehead, “If you don’t think you’ll win, you can run.”

It’s cold. So cold it burns. Your jaw clenches. Air fails to reach the hull of your lungs before it’s all punched back out.

“I do it,” Toji jerks the sword in his hand.

Snapped third blade.

Maroon handle.

It’s shiny. Blinding.

Your eyes flicker from the blade to Toji. The blade. It’s familiar. You’ve seen it in a picture. It has a name. The blade glints, sunlight sliding across the metal. Your stare shoots back up to Toji. Toji Fushiguro.

Your legs are going numb now.

Toji’s eyes glide downward, your own snapping to where he glances. Your hands are balled into fists. They’re shaking. Is it fear? Is it anger?

Or are you just tensing too harshly?

Your eyes fall past your hands. Lingering on the concrete beneath your shifting feet.

“I…” your throat tightens, choking off your words. No saliva is willing to slip down and coat the dryness, but you try again, “I won’t run…”

Toji laughs. Head thrown back. Hand still on his hip, Toji twists the blade in his grasp, nodding to himself, “Alright.”

It’s humiliating.

The way your legs tremble as you try to attack. The way your arms lock into place as you barely manage to meet Toji’s eyes.

It’s humiliating: the way you’re on your back so soon.

Toji’s eyes are still, steady in their hold on your own. However, you don’t return his simple gaze. Darting from Toji’s face to the blade above your chest to the gate Suguru and Riko had run through. The blade plunges down.

Your whole body starts to tingle. Deadening. You hear a crack right below your ear. Sunlight dancing off the sword in Toji’s big hands, it’s a lot brighter up close in your chest.

Air startles in your throat, and you cough. Crimson bubbles up with it. Somewhere in the back of your head, you know what this means. A punctured lung. Severed thoracic artery. But that isn’t your main focus.

Toji rips the sword from your chest, his palm pressing against your throat to keep your body down as he pulls the cursed tool free.

You and Shoko had to do a report on that tool back in your first year.

The Inverted Spear of Heaven. Cuts through any technique.

She’d probably laugh that you got attacked with it if she didn’t know you were dying. If she knew that she’d probably try healing you.

Toji turns his back to you, stuffing the Inverted Spear into the worm looming around his body. His hands go into his pockets. Jaw unhinging in a heavy yawn while he approaches the main chamber of Tengen’s tomb. You don’t think he hears you giggle. It probably wouldn’t matter anyway.

The blood is warm against your cheeks. Pooling beneath your head and soaking into your hair.

You giggle, remembering how childishly your stoic friend described the complicated nature of her reverse cursed technique.

How was it again?

Fwoy… then hiyo?

Your eyelids droop. Gaze unfocused on the sky.

Fwoy. Then hiyo.

“How do you feel?” Shoko scrubs her thumb over the smooth surface of her Zippo lighter within her pocket. Her tongue dances over her bottom lip, chapped and rough. She briefly wonders where her chapstick tube is before returning to the present, “Stronger?”

Satoru snickers, an arm draped over your shoulders loosely. It feels odd, somehow an indent against the back of your uniform and yet entirely weightless. He shrugs, “Nah. I was already the strongest, anyway.”

“No more bragging,” you nudge an elbow into his side, but the hit fails to connect, “Your ego has been fed enough for tonight. Don’t you think, Suguru?”

“Hm?” the boy’s hair flutters around his shoulders, head jerking into attention. His arms are folded across his chest and it takes an awfully silent pause before he responds, “Yeah,” he steps closer, blinking up at Satoru, “No more ego-feeding, now you get to feed us, hm?”

“Fine,” Satoru groans, as if that hadn’t been the plan since you all knew he was being promoted, “We have to be quick finding a place, though,” he tugs at the collar of his uniform stiffly, “I didn’t exactly call anywhere ahead.”

“You’re Gojo, Satoru,” Shoko jams a hand in her other pocket, searching for her missing chapstick, “You’ll get us anywhere.”

“So irresponsible,” you muse.

“Well! This is my night, you know?! Why am I supposed to be the event planner?”

“Just ‘cuz Yaga-sensei isn’t here,” Suguru ‘tsk’s, waggling a finger at his friend, “For shame, Satoru.”

The overhead neons and flashing bulbs cast menacing shadows over the pale plains of Suguru’s face. Shadows falling under the bags beneath his eyes.

You contemplate asking.

You know it’ll be pointless.

“Hey, have you been okay?” you whisper against Suguru’s side. His body is warm and tense beneath his loose, hanging, boring beige shirt.

His faraway stare sparks suddenly, shortening back to where you stand beside him. He smiles down at you, it doesn’t reach his eyes so he manually crinkles them shut. He nods curtly, “Yeah…” and then nods again, “Yeah.”

Special Grade is sent as a replacement.

“You’ll be okay,” your hands are cupped over the searing, jagged incision in Kento’s stomach, blood pooling around your fingers and knuckles, “You’ll be okay, right?”

Kento can’t hear you very well, just the bland rolls of your voice. Crackling and raspy from the pressure of screaming.

“Oh, God, Shoko- “ you look around the morgue, trying desperately to unlock that flame from last month. The one you harnessed to save yourself, now desperate to save your friend, “Haibara… God, oh God,” you want to reach out and cradle the other boy, “Nanami, please don’t die.”

The blond blinks up at you, and you’re not even sure he understood your weak plea.

You need to keep your hands on Kento’s wound, but you want to take Yu into your arms. If there is any chance that he could still be living, you want his last moments to be warm and loving. Yu is not someone that should die, but if he has to - it should be kindly. And this was not kindly.

“I’m here!” Shoko barges into the cold morgue, skin bristling with the chilled air. The metal door clangs loudly against the wall, her body moves swiftly through the area as if she’s done this countless times. She almost crashes into the steel table that Yu rests on, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here…” she lays her hands on his cheeks, wiping at the blood splattered up his neck and chin, “I’m here…”

She cannot bring herself to look down at where the cloth over his body suddenly dips.

“Shoko,” your arms shake, “Shoko, you need to take care of Nanami.”

Her shoulders are tensed up to her bobbed hair. She steps back from Yu and joins your side at Kento’s body. Her hands overtake yours and you withdraw. The blood flows down your fingers and drips onto the floor.

“You,” Shoko whispers, shoulders still high, “Thank you.”

“I could only keep him alive,” you’re not nearly as adept at reverse cursed energy as Shoko, but you hope it was enough to at least save one friend tonight.

“Thank you,” she whispers, staring at Yu’s bisected corpse.

Satoru and Shoko are on opposite sides of Japan. Satoru is in Osaka, and Shoko is in Yamagata. Yaga-sensei is in Kyoto for the next week. You and Suguru are in Tokyo. You clasp his hand in yours.

“I’m really proud of you.”

Suguru brings you closer, his hand is warm. And large, “You’re Special Grade, too.”

“But I’m proud of you.”

He can still remember you as you were brought to him by Satoru. Blood drying and muddying in the weeds of your hair to your skull, crimson dyeing the cracks in your lips. Chest still and unbeating. No warmth in your veins. You would soon be ice cold.

You could have been.

And then you coughed and sputtered and shot up in Satoru’s arms, throwing him entirely off balance. The both of you had fallen over and you were the only one laughing it off.

You haven’t laughed like that since it sunk in what the darkness you saw before waking up was.

He remembers the anger he felt when he wasn’t able to maim Toji himself. The anger he felt over Toji being allowed to live into adulthood at all. That he could breed and eat and love like he was some kind of person. He should be dumb and drooling and helpless under Suguru’s palm like any other wild animal. That anger was so palpable that he couldn’t sleep for the next two days.

Then there was the mourning.

He never wants to see you like that again. Not to a bare-fisted, feral monkey. And not to a curse.

He’s sick at the thought.

“I’m proud of you, too,” he squeezes your hand. The lights of Tokyo continue to do his gaunt face no justice. Pale skin stretched over aching bone. He smiles, and he does not bother trying to make his eyes squint up.

He wishes that you being a fellow Special Grade could ease his worries. But even as you walk hand-in-hand back to the dorms, that image of you - still and cold - refuses to go down.

“I just want you to hear it from me. I know what I’ve done. I’m in my right mind. I just couldn’t let them… this village was full of non-sorcerers who tortured two girls with cursed energy. I have to make this world better for… I can’t sit back and let them form curses and kill us off. I can’t let a corrupt world continue to cut away at everyone I love. Do with this as you will, I won’t be mad if it becomes evidence against me. Just… don’t show Satoru. If I can keep some sort of reputation with him, then for now I’d like to. But I don’t regret it. I just regret not being able to say this in person.”

You play the voicemail again.

And again.

And you don’t show Satoru. Or Yaga. Or Gakuganji.

It was a simple job. Get in. Exorcize a curse from a dead-end 9-5 office. Get out. You and Satoru were quick enough - got in and exorcized the curse in the dead-end 9-5 office - and now to get out.

You watch your janky, funhouse reflection in the steel elevator doors. It’s a blurry and stretched thing, but it’s you. You look up and watch the floors tick, tick, tick down.

Satoru is leaning against the wall to your right, his left leg is bent out with his shoe jammed rudely against the wall. His eyes pierce the back of your head. He can’t tell if you’re intentionally ignoring him or just that dense; either way, he hates it.

He scoffs, “I don’t get it.”

“Get what, Satoru?”

Satoru folds his arms - he can't pinpoint it, but these days you make him sick - “He just left. Like it was that easy. Like…”

He wants to see you react. He wants to watch you clench your fists and bow your head, but you don’t. Instead, you say, “It was that easy for him. He hated how the school does things, so he left. He hated that village, so he got rid of it.”

Kicking himself off the wall, Satoru throws his arms out for emphasis. Too bad you’re still staring at that damn floor counter, “So just picking up and leaving us was that easy? He could’ve called us! He could’ve said how he was feeling!”

You swallow thickly, heat clings to the back of your neck.

“But he didn’t,” your hands are limp at your sides, voice shallow, “Trying to find purpose in things you’ll never know the answer to will drive you insane. He left - he isn’t coming back. And if he does, it’ll be to die.”

“We could’ve done something!” Satoru’s voice cracks in the middle, his nails stabbing into his palms.

“But we didn’t. And now we can’t.”

“Why aren’t you angry?!” he shoves you from behind. His hands are neither hot nor cold. Not soft or rough. The space of his infinity doesn’t feel like anything even though it still stubs against your uniform, “Dammit, don’t you care?!”

You stumble from the force of his push, quickly regaining balance and turning to look at Satoru. Your brows crinkle just slightly, lips tugging down at the corners, “Trying to find answers for something you’ll never know will drive you crazy. It’s best to just let it go.”

There’s a flame behind those crystalline eyes, his fists dig into his thighs, “How can you do that?”

“What? Move on?”

“Not care.”

“I care.”

“You don’t,” his throat bobs, white eyelashes batting shut and chin tucking down to his chest. His voice wavers, “Suguru was the only other person that could understand my every thought. He wasn’t someone you could find just anywhere. He was someone I couldn’t imagine going a day without, and now every day is one without him. He never told us what was going on, and he left without so much as a goodbye. And you don’t care! Why don’t you care?!”

“Suguru had his reasons,” you reach out, fingers brushing against the sheer nothingness of his infinity and entwining your hand with his. It isn’t hot or cold. Just imperceivable space between your palms, “I’ll never know them, not like he did. So I can’t waste my time pretending that one day I will. It hurts that he’s gone, and I wish I could’ve done more. But I didn’t. And I can’t. Suguru isn’t coming back, and if he does it’s to die,” you lean down to try and catch Satoru’s eyes through the pitch-black shades of his glasses, “We might even have to be the ones that kill him. I’m letting it go before I go crazy.”

“You already are,” he sniffs, “That’s why you don’t cry when your friend goes off to die.”

“And you’re too obsessive over it,” you release his hand, winding your grip into the front of Satoru’s uniform and yanking him close, “That’s why you’re so blinded by Suguru leaving that you can’t see me and Shoko still on the sidelines. Have you even asked how Shoko is?”

Satoru snatches your wrist. The pressure is intense and unmistakably inhuman, “Let go of me.”

“Or what?”

Despite not being too far from the colored flushes of busy Shibuya in Tokyo, Jujutsu Tech has a grandiose view of the stars. Especially if you sneak up onto the roof of the dorms, edging slightly past the lower hanging trees. You can stare up at the endless void of space and get an eyeful of the stars blinking down at you without having to squint through gaps in leaves. You can sit quietly and feel the gentle breeze caress over your exposed skin. And you could pretend you are alone until the creaking of a second pair of feet echoes behind you.

There’s no need to turn, having already known who the second pair of skittish feet belong to. And knowing that, means knowing what you want to say first,

“I don’t know how to do this for the rest of my life.”

“You don’t have to. Sorcerers don’t usually live long enough for it to matter.”

“It should matter!” Satoru snaps, he glares at you sharply, “I should’ve been able to be a kid! We should’ve been able to be kids!”

You sigh quietly, looking off to the side, afraid that staring too deeply into Satoru’s uncovered eyes may have the same effect as the sun, “The life of a sorcerer is pointless. An under-manned army that gets no thanks. You can accept that and come back, or don’t. Don’t, and go live a more fulfilling life, knowing that you are the strongest and knowing that you made a choice unlike any other sorcerer before you. But someone else will have to take your place.”

Satoru blinks up at you slowly. His long white lashes frame his eyes, his cheeks are sunken and thin. Eggshell, almost, in color. His chest rises, a loud inhale flowing with the movement before he blows it out just as noisily, “That’s bleak.”

“Right?”

“You sound like you’re guilt-tripping me.”

“Maybe a little.”

Because maybe you are. But you mean every word you say.

Satoru can make any decision he wants, but he will have to wake up knowing there are many lives he could’ve saved. And he’ll pretend it doesn’t haunt him the same way Suguru tried to. And he will fail the same way Suguru did.

“Whatever you pick, just remember that Shoko and I are still your friends,” you sit beside him and lean into his side, “We were friends with Sugu’, too.”

“I know. It’s just hard.”

His skin is warm and flush against yours. His head leans onto yours. Hair soft and tickling your forehead.

“Then let it be hard, but don’t pretend you’re all alone.”

And Satoru can’t very well leave you and Shoko and Kento to die as the only remaining students at Jujutsu Tech, so he will return and doom himself to the life of a sorcerer. And he will kill Suguru so that you do not have to.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto #jjk movie marathon event

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dazealigner · 1 year ago

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OMG OMG OMG WAIT

I was dozing off as I had this thought and I needed it to be written down before I forgot

Artist!bff is also skilled with makeup artistry. ( I just imagine that artist!bff is more fem but has that beautiful balance of both masc and fem in day to day life.) As an artist, she works on multiple surfaces, one being her face.

Anyways can you just imagine Artist!bff doing their makeup ( whether it’s for a show, event, or they’re just hanging out. Again artist!bff is a ‘ there doesn’t need to be a reason’ person, they will beat their face as they please!/ v much a ‘ i got dressed up just to stay in the house’ person/ I just had another scenarios about that omg my mind is going at it)

Anyways she’s doing her makeup and Munagenius is just staring at her with heart eyes and admiration.

Like babes it doesn’t matter if you’re going all out or just some simple makeup, they are mesmerized and complimenting you!!!!

“Bug is so pretty.”

“You look so beautiful.”

“How tf does she do that.”

One of them has their head on your shoulder (prolly jules or Phoebe ) and is just starting at you through the mirror ( I’ve noticed that when one of them is talking, the others in the group just look at them with so much love and are listening so well)

Like Omg artist!bff on live doing their makeup and their friends are like “ look at how pretty she is” or just starring at you with a fond gaze in the back and you just pause for a moment cuz why are they so sweet 🥲

And let’s say you did your makeup ( makeup artistry on 10, let’s say she did some creative shit like the butterfly eyeliner or the flowers drawn on the side of their eyes) but the group wasn’t there to witness, you’ll either send a picture ( I imagine that they texted you what you were doing and you said “ finished my makeup”, now they’re spamming you asking for pics, cuz hello? ) or call them to show them and they’re just like “ OMG, BUG!!!!!” * que the millions of facetime screenshots*

I can also see them asking you to do their makeup, and as you’re doing it they’re just smiling at you the whole time and you get flustered when you snap out of focus mode and realize. You can barely get through their makeup cuz they’re starring at you BUT YOURE SO CUTE AND TALENTED AND CONCENTRATED how are they NOT gonna stare ☹️ ( that or they’re fucking around and doing the chad face or sum shit, or randomly pecking you when you least expect it)

Sometimes you get ready before they can, and they see you all finished and they’re like “We missed it?☹️” THEY WANTED TO SEE!!!

Omg Artist!bff posting a video doing their makeup to tiktok but it’s the ‘Bffs do my voiceover’ and as artist bff is doing her routine they’re just complimenting her omg. “ Look at her being cute” and lowkey being flirty

“Look at my wife y’all. Be jealous.”

“OUR wife, excuse you.”

Or they just post a grwm and the members are in the back, I guarantee all the comments are gonna be pointing it out.

“Get you someone who looks at you like Munagenius looks at her.”

“How does it feel, TO LIVE MY DREAM!!!”

“They love her so much I can’t.”

“Idk if I wanna be her or be WITH her.”

And bonus! Maybe it’s one of those times where artist!bff is on stage with the group and listen, her makeup stays ON okay, that shit ain’t moving until she wants it to. (Artist!bff is a performer, a dancer, she ain’t risking a malfunction today)

The group takes it upon themselves to see how many kisses it takes to at least smudge your makeup when the show is almost over, for… “experimental purposes” ( they really just wanna kiss you let’s face it) so it’s very good that your makeup isn’t really moving cuz to them it’s just “ Guess we’ll have to try harder!!!” ( Big respect for them doing it when the show is close to over cuz they understand how much effort you put into your makeup, and know you take it off after stage)

Someone save artist!bff but like, don’t at the same time she loves it.

Artist getting unready and wiping off the makeup, they’re gonna pout and be like “ Aw☹️ bye bye art.” or if you haven’t took a picture yet

“WAIT! let me take a picture before you do that.”

Omg you doing a makeup series like “ Doing my makeup based off of my friends albums/songs .” and I don’t mean just based off the colors of the album, you’re drawing the things on the cover on your face, an imagery of the song meaning, they’re gonna lose their minds. ( you 100% drew the hands from ‘the record’ and silk ribbons for ‘silk chiffon’ on your face with graphic liner)

I cant this is do fucking cute I’m gonna go sob in a corner.

MUNAGENIUS WILL SHOW YOU OFF!!!!! I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES

🐹🩵🤍

FAMOUS CREATOR OF ARTIST!BFF ANON HIII 💘 i love your signature emojis i think it’s iconic. also may i just say that artist!bff / artist!gf is progressively becoming famous around here???!!!! i’ve gotten a couple of ideas/requests regarding them and i loooove it. and what’s even funnier is that a couple hours before you submitted this idea to me, somebody else submitted almost this exact idea about artist!bff being femme and artsy in the makeup department as well EXCEPT it’s artist!gf x jb and their relationship dynamic regarding artist!gf’s more feminine interests (which, by the way, i’ve had the time of my life writing!!!!). anyways, as a fellow artsy makeup girl, i’ve had so much fun brainstorming for this idea.

following the ‘getting ready to stay in the house’ idea, i feel like artist!bff would absolutely be the kind of person to experiment with their makeup before showering. and by experimenting, i mean bold and colorful pigments. and 99% of the time, there’s not a specific goal in mind. it’s whatever they feel like. they could choose to achieve a certain look that they may’ve seen on pinterest, or maybe they just saw an aesthetic picture on tumblr and decided they wanted to encapsulate that image in a makeup look. when it comes to pre-shower makeup, artist!bff is unpredictable!!

and artist!bff puts just as much patience and effort into their makeup as they do their literal art projects, because makeup is a form of art. so i think munagenius is just so impressed anytime they see you doing your makeup because they see your concentration and your technique.

also, keep in mind that half of the munagenius members (julien, naomi, jo) are not nearly as interested in makeup as artist!bff is, and they typically only wear light makeup for photoshoots and occasionally interviews and shows but even then, they typically have makeup artists doing their makeup. so them three in specific are absolutely enamored by your makeup knowledge and technique. and it’s not that their completely ignorant to any knowledge about makeup, they can tell the difference between blush and highlighter, but the variety and amount of products you had laid out that took over the entire bathroom counter has them questioning everything they know about makeup. so then i imagine naomi walks over and is being a tad bit nosy, when they find your contour and bronzer, holding them up like 💁‍♀️ “what’s the difference?” and so you’re explaining how one sculpts your face and the other gives it warmth, and then you’re explaining primer and what it does, and then julien walks over and suddenly you’re giving a makeup lesson. and you wanna continue doing your makeup desperately, but naomi and julien are listening so intently (they really just love listening to you talking about something so passionately)

and of course when you finish your makeup, the compliments come rolling in (specifically from naomi and julien because even after having received the ultimate makeup lesson by you, they cannot wrap their minds around the fact that you not only have all of that knowledge engraved into your brain, but your technique and what you do with that knowledge is so out of this world to them)

and i think while you’re doing your makeup, all of munagenius do their minutely mirror glances just to see the makeup progress. they loooove to keep up with your makeup steps and see the art come together.

i am such a firm believer that there’s a munagenius gc, and it works out PERFECTLY for this idea. imagine artist!bff sends a couple of pictures of their graphic eye-makeup looks, some selfies and some close-ups. and so then somebody ends up facetiming and notifying the entire gc which then eventually leads to everyone joining the call and munagenius + artist!bff facetime calls is a recipe for chaos because there’s gonna be so many different conversations happening at once. like there’d be a conversation surrounding your makeup, a conversation surrounding why certain people joined late, it would just be CHAOS (which we absolutely love).

AND YES YES YES, occasionally, some of them would 100% ask you to do their makeup. i’m not really gonna be touching on this because i’m gonna further elaborate on the upcoming fem artist!gf x jb hcs wink wink

this is me declaring that munagenius is artist!bff’s #1 protector. like there’s not a single member that loves them less than the others. they all love artist!bff with every fiber of their being.

and omgomgomg they wanna see if their makeup is kiss proof SOOO CUTEEEE (absolutely gonna use this idea in the jb x fem artist!gf thank you very much) ☹️☹️ they’re all like which one can make their makeup smudge first challenge!!!!!!

and oh my god i just had an idea, maybe for the record’s release, artist!bff did angel wings as their eyeliner for ‘always an angel, never a god’. WHY ARE THEY SOOOO CUTE

thank you sooo very much for sharing this i had so much fun with this cause i loooove makeup and munagenius and artist!bff <333 my current favorite people/things at the moment !!

#thankyoubrilliantanon #i heart you #munagenius #muna band #muna x reader #jo maskin #katie gavin #naomi mcpherson #boygenius #boygenius x reader #julien baker #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers

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hacked-by-jake · 1 year ago

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I didn't finish the first episode yet, but I saw a lot of people saying that the ending was amazing and worth the pain. I was disappointed in the game, but the way all people boycott Everbyte without even finishing the episode is ridiculous to me.

I understand the anger about AI art, the emptiness of the characters, and ESPECIALLY the pay to win concept. Just because it has a good ending doesn't make up to the negative parts. But people should have first finished the episode and only then give their opinion. It wasn't fair. Yes, we are all disappointed. I also get the conspiracy theory about Everbyte having an investor or someone else taking over the design and completely messing it up. It's still no excuse to shit on the work of Everbyte like that.

People played the episode for about 15 minutes and immediately hated on Everbyte and I was one of them and am a little ashamed. It was a smart move of Everbyte to mix the main game with the side story, but I also get the people who are upset by it. We waited 2 years for answers and now we have to pay diamonds and money to get the full experience. I fully get it, yes. The criticism is completely fine but hate to the point that they insult the developes? No, just no. I can't wait to find out about the end of the episode. Until then, I wish you a good day. 🩵 Thank you for your work.

Greetings, an old friend ♡

Well, I absolutely get what you mean and I also understand why you think so.

But I have to say, I don’t think finishing the episode before wasn't necessary to see the problems and to point it out.

Many people had problems right after starting the game. It started with bugs. Of course we all had to look around before we started playing. And I guess many people immediately went to check the profile customisation options etc. Then we were greeted with AI art only. We directly saw the pictures aren't even free and most of us, or all thought we're allowed to put our own pictures as profile picture etc. Which was another disappointment right away.

Then we had to realise that we cannot pick a specific picture and buy it but only randomly.

Just a bunch of disappointments from the beginning and it didn’t get better. I mean, I saw so many people who said they gave up to play because of bugs and the mini games and stuff.

So actually, I think it's very understandable that some started to show their disappointment right away.

Of course, I only talk about critism. Not hate. There's a difference. And I said a lot of times by now that hate is absolutely disgusting.

Luckily, on Tumblr I almost saw no one really hating on Everbyte. I don’t know how hate looks to you and when it was already hate in your eyes. I think we don’t know exactly what we others meant and saw. So it's hart to give my opinion on that.

It's simply hard to say much when I don't know what exactly you saw or said or mean. Hating can look differently and I think even harsher words don’t have to be hate right away, it always depends on the context.

However, I find it very strong of you to admit that you were involved. And your words show that you have empathy with Everbyte and reflected your behavior. This is a good thing to be proud of.

I think we all might have made a mistake or two in the situation, Everbyte, but also the community. But hey, I just have to say: These games that Everbyte has created are visibly attached to our hearts and thus evoke stronger emotions. Which actually only shows how much we like the games and especially want to play them.

It’s just problematic that there were so many people at once, but that’s not our fault. We can’t just be quiet just because others have already mentioned it, it just doesn’t work that way. And unfortunately, in this situation Everbyte received criticism with the side effect that many more people follow them. So it is clear that the outcry is much bigger and louder.

Everbyte deserved the criticism. And the normal critism was much more silent than the hate. Because unfortunately it is always the case that the hate is much more noticeable than the normal critics. Hate is much louder and that’s why we remember it longer.

The whole situation was just overwhelming and we were all just full of emotions. This can get stronger and stronger, and sometimes it can make us say things we regret later.

Pure hate is a completely different story. Especially when the hate was deliberately pronounced just like that because people don’t care that we still talk about real human beings.

But I think we can all forgive ourselves for saying something in a very tense and emotional situation that might have been a bit brisk. It happened and we can't change it. The situation was too much for many of us, and it’s part of being a human being to do or say sometimes rash things without think a lot beforehand.

So I think we should not be mad at ourselves for it. (Unless you spread real hate and pure hate by insulting Everbyte personally or anything)

I would like to thank you for sharing your thoughts and especially for mentioning positive things at the end. And I hope you are doing better now and all thoughts can be classified and understood more calmly.

I wish you a wonderful day/evening/night. 💚

Lots of love to you, old friend. 💚

#cute mv anon #hbj mv answers #moonvale #moonvale criticism #everbyte criticism #moonvale episode 1 #moonvale spoiler #moonvale episode 1 spoiler #moonvale fandom #everbyte studio #everbyte game

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thirsty4villains · 2 years ago

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Bound | A Loki x Reader Fanfic - Chapter 21

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, human sacrifice, mentions of torture, blood and injury, violence, angst

Tags: slow burn, romance, smut, fix-it, canon divergence of Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, AU, humor, limited use of Y/N, action, sharing a bed

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Summary:

A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don’t know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.

It’s been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You’ve been bound to Loki.

CHAPTER 21

A month passed since you and Loki returned to Earth alive, well, and unbound. In that time happy tears were shed because you spent that month celebrating and meeting with all the people the Snap had taken from you. Family, friends, old coworkers, even people you stopped talking to before it happened. Although it was a horrible, tragic event, the Snap taught an important lesson in appreciating what you have and not to take the people in your life for granted.

And it wasn’t just you, it was everybody on the planet. Mothers and fathers reunited with their children, sisters with brothers, cousins, best friends, lovers, families and beloved pets. It was a period of relative world peace and happiness. The birds chirped again, bugs buzzed, you watched critters chase each other up trees and into bushes. The world was busy again, and not just busy – loud. Cities bustled, excited crowds of people walked together, and cell phones beeped and rang.

While you utilized this time to reunite with those taken by the Infinity Stones five years ago, Loki hesitated coming with you. And by hesitated – he flat out refused.

“What do you mean you aren’t coming? You don’t want to meet my family?”

“Of course I do,” Loki said with a sensitive voice. “And you’ve met mine, but will they have forgiven me for New York? I tried to take over your planet, I don’t imagine they’ll be thrilled to see me.”

“You’re a hero, Loki! You helped bring everyone back!”

“That doesn’t erase what I did,” he said calmly.

“But you have to start moving on, you can’t live in the past.”

“I don’t, but humans do.”

You sighed and took his hands in yours.

“I will meet them one day,” he said, caressing his thumb over yours. “I don’t want to take away from your reunion by causing a commotion. A lot has happened in five years and people are still reintegrating into everyday life. Not yet.”

You nodded, squeezing his hands. “Okay. I suppose that makes sense. I just really wanted you to meet them today.”

You shared a kiss, then you conjured a portal to the home of the cousin that was hosting the reunion.

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You regaled Loki with all the details of the reunion and showed him pictures when you returned. He admitted that he wished he could have been there, but held that staying back and waiting was still the right thing to do.

Ever since returning to Earth you didn’t exactly have a home or an apartment to come back to, considering you disappeared. In the month of your return you and Loki just spent your time together traveling Earth, staying in motels and hotels. The apocalypse happened and you were able to reverse it; the least you could do was treat yourselves. The most interesting part about traveling the world was Loki’s commentary. It was very easy to forget that he was a thousand-year-old deity and that he visited many of these locations before your ancestors’ ancestors walked the Earth.

“So many buildings and crowds. This area used to be full of sweeping plains. And what is that thing?”

“You mean the Eiffel Tower?” you asked.

“An amateur Asgardian architect could come up with something more impressive.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

However, not all of his commentary was sarcastic. Though he’d seen parts of Earth before (and hundreds of years ago), he hadn’t seen all of it. He was awed by the Great Barrier Reef and the cherry trees in Japan. And now that he was a permanent resident of Earth, you forced him to get a cell phone. He didn’t care for it, only finally giving in so the two of you could communicate from distances. The one thing he pretended to be indifferent about but actually fell in love with was the camera.

After the trip, Thor greeted you when you came back. He pulled both of you in for a bear hug, which always knocked the wind out of you. You agreed to meet him at a cozy little cafe in New York, since he was there with the Avengers for some post-Thanos paperwork.

“By the way, the new S.H.I.E.L.D. will require statements and all sorts of stuff. It is tedious work.”

“Great,” you said sarcastically.

In front of you was your order of your favorite drink and a breakfast sandwich, Loki had black coffee, and Thor an Irish coffee and an enormous helping of bacon and pancakes.

“Statements? What are we stating, that we fought Thanos and won?” Loki asked. “That seems rather redundant.”

“Welcome to Earth,” you said.

“Lovely,” Loki said, rolling his eyes.

The conversation moved to the trip. Thor wanted to know all about the places you visited. You and Loki showed him the hundreds of pictures both of you took on your phones.

“I am so joyful that father bestowed life upon you once more, brother. You have earned it,” Thor beamed.

“If he didn’t, I would have found a way to wriggle my way out of Valhalla. I would have died again of boredom if I was forced to stay,” Loki said.

“And mother and father?” Thor asked. “How are they?”

“They are very well, and happy. They miss us dearly, and are proud of our victory.”

Thor’s eyes welled with tears. He blinked them away. “I am glad to hear it. And now that you’re here on Midgard, where are the two of you going to stay?”

“I’m not sure,” you said. “We haven’t put a lot of thought into it.”

“If you would, I invite both of you to stay with us in New Asgard.”

“Hmm,” mused Loki.

“There is quite some work to be done. It will never be exactly like home, but we can make it into our new one.”

“What of the people there on trial for what they did to her?” Loki asked, gesturing to you.

“They are still on trial,” Thor said. “It has been a slow process.”

“I – I don’t know if I want to go there if I might see one of them,” you said, twiddling your fingers nervously around your beverage.

“Of course,” Thor nodded in understanding. “Think about it, and you can text message me, it is much quicker than sending a raven.”

“Thank you, brother,” Loki said.

The brothers hugged, then you hugged the god of thunder. Thor excused himself to return to the tedious S.H.I.E.L.D. paperwork. People on the streets oohed and ahhed when he took to the sky with Mjolnir.

“What are your thoughts?” Loki asked.

“Is that where you want to go? To live with your people?” you said.

“Yes,” he said. “But we can wait until after they figure out what to do with the savages that sacrificed you. You don’t need to relive your trauma. I don’t want to go unless you’ll come with me.”

Your heart swelled from Loki’s words. “Thank you.”

The two of you shared a kiss.

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For the time being, you and Loki found a place just outside of New York City. Loki wanted to go somewhere a bit more lavish but Thor warned that S.H.I.E.L.D. would want to speak soon, and to make it easier on everyone the two of you should stay close by.

One morning you woke up with a warm feeling between your legs. In your dream, Loki was laving you with his tongue, and two of his fingers curled inside your core. It was a pleasant surprise when you woke up and found that it wasn’t a dream at all. Your half-lidded eyes focused on the raven-haired god of mischief eating you out sensually, deliberately. You shifted, indicating to Loki that you were now awake and his forest green eyes looked up from his meal to you. He took a break to lift his head up and smile.

“Good morning,” you said, gasping when he curled a finger inside you.

“Good morning,” he mirrored.

His eyes flashed with green fire as he watched your body succumb to him. Your thighs shook and your pleasure coated them. Your chest heaved quickly. Loki chuckled and continued his ministrations with his tongue. Plunging his deft fingers into your body, working in tandem with his mouth and lips, you were rendered a shuddering, shaking mess. Squelching noises sounded through the room, signifying just how eager and ripe your body was. The scent of you filled the air. Loki added a third finger, fucking you deliciously and playing with your clit; then the tide rolled in and you came, moaning the god of mischief’s name to the skies

He drank you in as you shuddered to completion, flicking at your sensitive nub, his fingers rubbing your trembling walls until the wave subsided. Your body unarched and your back rested against the mattress again. Slowly, your breathing returned to its regular pace.

“That was quite a wakeup call,” you said contently.

“Yes,” the god replied. “Normally you don’t sleep in this late. I had to rectify that.”

A smile graced your lips. “I see.”

Loki removed himself from between your legs, climbing beside you on the bed. As he moved, you caught sight of his bulging, erect cock. The god was completely naked and currently attempting to remove your pajama shirt. You shied away from him.

“Want something, do you?” you teased.

“What is rightfully mine,” Loki said. He magicked away the remainder of your clothes – which wasn’t much.

Now entirely naked, Loki hungrily feasted on your neck. His lips and teeth grazed the thin skin, one of his hands fondling your breasts while the other cupped your ass and thighs. You could already feel your growing arousal despite having just climaxed.

You turned your head, lifting his chin so you could meet his lips. Loki complied, gladly. The kiss was sensual, then turned carnal when Loki darted his tongue inside your mouth. Once in a while he bit your lip, claiming you for his own – all the while, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He moved on top of you. Parting your legs with his own, he lowered himself to rub your clit again; this time with his member. He was rock hard, gliding the tip of his cock through your slick up and down between your lips. You squealed underneath him.

You outstretched your hands, placing either one on the side of his face and pulled him back in for a kiss. Your lips and tongues intertwined as Loki rubbed against you. The feeling was absolutely divine, your head already swimming. Then, he broke the kiss off, settling above you again, and finally moved inside you. It was seamless with the combined wetness of your past orgasm and your current arousal, like a glove. He filled you up completely, entirely, stretching your walls to their delicious peak. Loki began to move, and you took him in stride.

He fucked you face to face. One arm snaked itself under your hip and his tongue flicked at your earlobe, his teeth nibbling occasionally. You moved your hips in tandem with his, doing the age-old dance of lovemaking. Underneath him you moaned with each thrust as Loki delivered you your pleasure.

Then, he stopped. His teeth retracted from your earlobe and you felt his lips press against the shell of your ear.

“Flip over,” he whispered.

Loki removed his cock from you. Whining for a moment, you obliged.

“I’m still waking up, I don’t know if I can really stay up on my hands and knees,” you said.

“Then on your belly you shall be. I want to hear you screaming into the mattress as I take you like an animal.”

A jolt of electricity snaked its way through your lower area. You lowered yourself completely flat on the bed, then Loki’s body weighed on top of you. His fingers found your opening and guided himself into you once again. You groaned in relief and thanks.

He thrusted in and out, hard. You choked out a muffled cry.

“I want you entirely at my mercy,” he demonstrated.

Then, pinned between the bed and him, Loki rutted into you with that glorious cock of his. Into the mattress you groaned as he took your pleasure. You felt your fluids coating your thighs and his cock as he guided in and out, over and over again. Every once in a while he spanked your ass, causing you to shriek and rut into the bed involuntarily. The light pain of the spanking mixed with the ecstasy wracking your body.

Above you, though you couldn’t see him, Loki was very clearly enjoying this position. Grunts and groans of a man deep in pleasure sounded above and behind you. Sometimes after spanking you he leaned down, whispering dirty things into your ear: “Yes, that’s it, take me. Take all of me,” and “My little mortal woman.”

It wasn’t very much more until you could bear it no longer and underneath the god of mischief you came. You screamed into the bed, a mix between Loki’s name and an incoherent mess. Your legs shook as your body surrendered to the tidal wave, and a moment later Loki reached his climax, too. He thrusted his cock into you, buried deep, until he reached his completion. He gave a few final pumps, groaning as he did, releasing his love, his lust, his virility into you.

Then, a knock on the door.

Both of you jumped, heads turned toward the direction of the front door.

“It’s probably that package I ordered,” you said.

“I don’t hear anything dropped on the porch, or his footsteps for that matter.”

“Well, it’s probably nothing. They’ll leave soon enough.”

Loki nodded, then settled back on top of you, tracing random lines on your back with his fingers. You giggled when he roamed over the ticklish spots.

Another knock sounded at the door.

“Ugh,” you groaned, burying your face back in the pillow.

“What infernal human..?” Loki asked, irritated.

He removed himself from you, casting a spell to clean both of you and the bed. A third time the knocking commenced on the door, however this time the knocker’s fist pounded quite hard and fast.

The both of you quickly got dressed. “What in the world?” you said.

A woman’s voice spoke behind the door. She said your full name, then Loki’s.

“We need to speak, and I know you’re in there. Open up,” she commanded.

“Yes, okay! Hang on a sec!” you shouted back to the door.

As you were getting dressed, Loki left the bedroom and went to open the front door. “Wait, wait, wait…” you mumbled to yourself as you hurriedly pulled your pants on.

You ran into the entrance room where Loki had already begun talking with the woman. She was tall, not as tall as Loki, but tall nonetheless. Clearly this was S.H.I.E.L.D., like Thor warned the two of you about. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her jacket pocket. You’d hoped she would be less intimidating now that you could see her eyes – nope. She had a steely look in her eyes. The agent also had a wire in her ear; her hair was nearly as dark as Loki’s. And behind her stood another agent, an older man, about middle-age with balding hair.

“Is that Coulson?” Loki asked, genuinely shocked. He seemed to be addressing the man behind the other agent.

“Yes, it is,” agent Coulson said. “Surprised to see me?”

“Very much so, considering I killed you in New York.”

“Nearly killed me. Nice to see you again, too,” Coulson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You almost killed this guy?” you whispered to Loki.

“Yes, when I tried taking over Earth… This is awkward,” said Loki.

You rubbed your eyes. Okay, bad first impression already,

“So, S.H.I.E.L.D., huh? I thought you guys disappeared a few years back,” you said, arms crossed.

“We’re rebuilding,” the woman said curtly.

“Ah-hah.”

She addressed the two of you by your full names again. “We have a few questions concerning the Infinity War and your involvement in it.”

“You know ours but I don’t even know yours. Why should I not slam this door in your face right now?” Loki said, clearly peeved.

“Because we have authority to arrest you, Loki, for your attempted domination of the Earth back in 2012,” the agent said calmly.

“Oh, do try,” Loki said, his lips splitting into a sadistic grin.

“Loki, let’s just do what she says, don’t make anything worse than it needs to be,” you said, placing your hand lightly on his arm.

“Hmph.”

The man behind the female agent looked past the two of you and spoke up. “May we come in?”

Loki’s nostrils flared. “How dare y –”

“Yes, please come in!” you interrupted Loki. You shot him a look and gestured the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in. “What did I just say about making things worse?” you whispered.

“You can call me Agent Hill, you deserve that much,” the unnamed agent said as she took a seat on the nearest couch. Coulson stayed standing. He leaned against the wall.

Loki looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel.

“You really don’t remember me, Loki?” Agent Hill asked.

“No, excuse me for my rudeness,” the god said sarcastically. “You have a rather forgetful visage, apologies.”

“I just have a few questions for today, then I’ll get out of your hair,” Agent Hill continued, a slight smirk on her face upon being able to get under Loki’s skin. She looked at you first. “According to our documented victims of the Snap, you were not one of them. What were you doing in the years leading up to Thanos’ return? How did you meet Loki?”

“Is this relevant to what happened?” you asked.

“Just answer the question, ma’am.” Hill pulled out a clipboard and pen. Coulson already had his own out and ready to go.

“No, I didn’t disappear with the Snap. I actually went on a drive across the country to find a new start in life. Everyone I knew was taken from me; friends, family. On the way I stopped in a little town of people that worships the Norse pantheon. Then they… Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but they sacrificed me.”

Agent Hill and Coulson’s pens stopped scribbling.

“They what?” Coulson said.

“They sacrificed me. That’s how I met Loki. They were desperate to get their loved ones back and sacrificed me to Loki in the hopes pleasing him would somehow help him bring everyone back.”

“This is a serious question, ma’am. I’m not joking,” Hill reminded.

“Neither am I. I was attached to a bonfire and burned. Thanks to magic I don’t have any burn scars.”

Her cool demeanor cracked for just a moment as she listened to your story. “I… I see.” She continued her scribblings. When she finished she turned to Loki. “And where were you during the time you left Earth in 2012 when you were taken by Thor back to Asgard, and the end of the Infinity War?”

“Do you want the entire picture?” Loki asked with irritation. “I was in many places, human, doing many things.”

“Answer the question,” Coulson asserted behind her.

“Just do as he says,” you whispered to Loki.

“How did you survive anyway, Coulson?” Loki asked, ignoring your comment. “And I’m surprised they are allowing you to be here for this interview considering our… past interaction.”

“To answer your question,” the agent said, “It’s a long story. To your second point, I am in charge of obtaining information from all involved in the Infinity War. However, since our relationship is… complicated, Agent Hill is conducting this interview.”

“It’s hard to not find someone emotionally compromised with you, Loki, considering you tried to enslave the planet,” agent Hill said. “Distractions aside, answer the question.”

He growled, but ultimately complied. Loki recounted to Agent Hill how he was brought back to Asgard but shortly after the Dark Elves invaded, and he and Thor had to work together to defeat them. In this time, Loki faked his death and took Asgard’s throne, secretly disposing of Odin on Earth while he could rule. Then, when Thor came back four years later they went to Sakaar and fought their long-lost sister Hela and brought on Ragnarok. Finally, on their way as refugees out of Asgard, Thanos invaded the Asgardians’ ship.

“I knew of Thanos’ power because I briefly worked with him. He had one Stone when he boarded us, then took a second. I knew then he couldn’t be stopped; it was only a matter of time before he obtained all of the Stones. I knew what had to be done and I allowed the Mad Titan to kill me – and this was to be transported to Valhalla and obtain Idunn’s apples.”

“Yes, Thor mentioned these apples when he briefed Coulson,” Agent Hill said, placing her pen down. “I’ve also learned that in the time you two were in the afterlife, Loki taught you magic and you used this magic to help with the fight, is that correct?”

“That’s correct,” you answered.

“We will be entering your name on the Extraordinary Persons Registry,” the Agent told you.

“Oh, okay… I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

“Every superpowered individual we are aware of is on it. Anyway, what is your relationship to one another?”

“I’m sorry?” Loki said.

“What is your relationship to one an –”

“No, I heard your question, mortal. I thought you were asking us about Thanos. Each one of these questions has been about us, our history, not him. Why are you really here?”

The room fell silent as Loki and Agent Hill partook in a staring contest. Loki impatiently tapped his fingers on the couch armrest. The Agent spun her pen around between her fingertips and uncrossed her legs. After many awkward moments, she broke the staring contest and added something to her notes.

“I will get your statements about Thanos, but I was told first to learn more about you, Loki, to verify if you’re still a threat to this planet.”

“I can answer that for you. No. Now, may we move on?”

“And you think we’ll just take your word for it?” Coulson said. “The only reason you aren’t in heavy containment in an underground base in Alaska is because you helped save the universe, but we don’t know your intentions. Was it all a part of a greater plan, a distraction?”

“No one goes from trying to take over Earth to reforming into a good guy,” Hill added. “That just doesn’t happen.”

Loki was standing now, and his fist was curled.

Hill spoke up. “I ask you again: What is your relationship to one another?”

“We’re not evil masterminds working together if that’s what you think,” you interrupted, looking between both agents. “We were complete strangers and some… stuff happened, and now we’re together. We’re a couple.”

“You’re… dating?” Agent Coulson interrupted.

“What? Didn’t hear the screams of pleasure on the way to the door?” Loki asked.

“I… No. Oh, I see.” His cheeks turned the vaguest shade of pink. “That’s why it took you so long to answer the door.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth curled into a smile.

“So, you two aren’t working together?” Hill said.

“Like, what? For evil domination crap?” you asked, almost snorting. “We ‘worked together’ I guess to bring the apples out of Valhalla and beat Thanos.”

Hill and Coulson took many more notes. A minute or so passed until she spoke again. “You’re telling me you’re dating the alien that tried to take over our planet?”

“This woman must be insane,” Coulson said under his breath as he wrote something.

“Oh believe me, I know it’s crazy,” you said with a laugh.

Suddenly, Coulson’s cell phone began to buzz. He fished it out of his pocket, eyes scanning the screen.

“We need to leave. I’ll cut to the chase of why we’re here. Loki and Y/N, S.H.I.E.L.D. is keeping very close watch on both of you and the only reason you aren’t thrown in a cage to rot, Loki, is because you helped save the Earth, but you slip up or do anything even slightly suspicious, we’ll know about it and we’ll lock you up for however long Asgardians live to be.”

“Because locking me up worked so well the first time,” Loki said darkly. “Are you done invading our space now?”

“Oh, like you invaded Earth?” Hill quipped. Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Agent Hill and I will be back next week to take the actual statements on Thanos,” Coulson said.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood up, pocketing their pens and notes. You walked them to the door and the two of you signed about a dozen papers stamped ‘CLASSIFIED’ in bold red letters at the top.

“You’ll see that Loki is a changed man, agents,” you told them.

Coulson looked between you and the god. “We’ll see. If Loki is even on perfect behavior we may loosen the leash. May. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” Hill said.

Loki shut the door as soon as they crossed the threshold. “Rats.”

You extended your arms, hugging Loki as hard as you could. “I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought of thirty different ways I wanted to kill him again while suffering through that,” the god said.

“Hey, look at me,” you said, turning his face to you. “Don’t worry about them. We saved the world, some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents up in our business is annoying, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Loki sighed. “Yes…” And he closed the gap between you, kissing you sweetly on the lips. You stood on your tiptoes

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Little Lion Man (.5)

Tang takes the kids to the zoo and surely nothing goes wrong <3

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Tang was bad with maps, even on a good day.

Well– excluding maps of the Ming Dynasty, which he studied extensively in many classes and found rather fascinating– but that was the only exception. Plus– it wasn’t like he could really list where any of that mapped up in modern China so…

Yeah, Tang was bad with maps.

Which was why, roughly thirty minutes into this whole field trip, he, MK and Mei were already thoroughly lost and confused.

“Mr. Tang, I wanna see the monkeyssssssssssss,” MK pulled on his sleeve.

“I know, I know– I just– I thought they were right here, but this is just goats and stuff– I really wish these pictures weren’t so small,” Tang muttered to himself as he tried to examine the map.

“Nevermind the monkeys MK– The reptiles are right over there!” Mei pointed.

“Look, we agreed to see the Monkeys first, and then we’d see the reptiles at their feeding time, remember?” Tang reminded the girl.

“Yeah… but they’re right there, Mr. Tang– can’t we just–”

“That’s not fair though!” MK cut her off. “We agreed! I wanna see the monkeys first!”

"Mei, MK is right– we agreed monkeys first– plus don't you want to see them eat the spiders and bugs and stuff?" Tang tried to remind the girl again.

"Wait– did you said spiders…?" MK froze.

"Mr. Taaaang– you weren't supposed to let him know that!" Mei facepalmed. "Now I'll never get to see the komodo dragon."

"Oh MK– do you have arachnophobia?" Tang placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What? Why would MK not want Arachnids to kiss?" Mei asked and Tang turned red.

"N-no, no– arachnophobia is a fear of spiders and other arachnids," Tang coughed and explained.

"Oh– well then he definitely has that," Mei said and MK nodded in agreement.

Tang rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Would it help if I told you the spiders would be dead and are actively being fed to their predators so there’s nothing to be afraid of?”

MK shook his head. “They’re so creepy,” he shuddered.

Mei groaned. “See??? This is why I didn’t wanna mention it,” she crossed her arms and huffed.

Tang didn’t want to entertain this nonsense any longer, and so tried once again to study the map and his surroundings. They were at the Addex exhibit, which was near the sea lion show as well as giraffes and yaks and basically a whole bunch of deer-like animals.

As he looked around, it seemed the Sea Lions were to the right, and the deer were south, so if he went west… no, no that’d take him to the Zebras– well, if he cut through “Prairie Path” he could possibly make it back to the monkeys– though hopefully they wouldn’t get distracted by the candy shop in the middle of that path– UGH, why was this so tricky? And why couldn’t Pigsy be here?

He was proving himself. This was a test– a test that, like most, he didn’t study for, but he’d be fine… right?

“Mr Taaang!” MK suddenly said.

“What MK?” Tang sighed in annoyance.

“Mei ran off to the reptile room,” MK pointed into the bustling crowd.

“WHAT—?!” Tang immediately started looking for her, but due to this being a field trip, she was practically swept away in an ocean of blue and red uniforms.

“C’mon MK– let's go find her,” Tang took MK’s hand, but MK pulled back.

“Wait– but that’s not fair! W-we were s’pposed to see the monkeys first!” The kid repeated.

“I know MK, but we cannot lose Mei or else Pigsy will literally never, ever, ever trust me again,” Tang pointed out, and tried to get his hand again.

“B-but–”

“MK,” Tang snapped. “Do you want Mei to get lost or hurt?”

MK shook his head and looked at the ground.

“Good– let’s go then,” Tang successfully took his hand and together they stumbled through crowds until they entered what could only be described as the most humid building in all of existence.

“Mei!” Tang immediately called out, but nobody so much as turned their head. Tang rubbed his forehead and approached the nearest zookeeper.

"Uh– hi there," He waved awkwardly. "Have you seen a little girl in this uniform, with weird pigtails and hair that's finally starting to even out but still kinda looks like it was cut by a blind butcher?"

"I wouldn't say it was that bad," MK muttered.

"I'm sorry sir, but there are many students from Megapolis City Academy today– as you can clearly see," the woman gestured around. "Do you have anything more specific to go off on?"

"Uh… she wants to see the komodo dragon– where is that?" Tang asked.

"Ah, yes– our most popular room. Go down the right and you'll see a giant sign," The woman pointed and Tang nodded graciously before taking MKs hand and practically dragging him over there.

Lo and behold, there was Mei, standing atop the ledge staring intensely at the large reptile.

"Mei– holy crap– you cannot just run off like that-! You scared me half to death!!" Tang scolded and sighed a breath of relief at the same time.

"This isn't a real dragon," Mei frowned.

"Of course not– dragons are gigantic– not to mention they only live in oceans and rivers and stuff– and it's crazy unethical to trap a conscious being," Tang placed a careful hand on her shoulder.

"How do you know it's not conscious?" Mei asked.

"Well uh– it can't talk, like you or I," He shrugged. "Even the ancient dragons could figure out speech. Anything that hasn't at this point probably lacks the capacity from a– uh– scientific standpoint."

"Hmm… maybe that's why he isn't talking to me," she sighed and got down.

"Sorry Mei," Tang consoled despite his confusion.

"Whatever. I guess he is kinda cool– besides, the lady says feeding time'll start soon! Maybe I'll get to feed it some deer meat!" Mei beamed, meanwhile MK looked like he was going to be sick.

"Oh– I don't think that's how it works with kimonos– they're very dangerous lizards–"

"Well I'm a dangerous lizard," Mei crossed her arms.

"Mei– you are seven years old, and I swear to the gold star of Venus I am not having you die on my watch," Tang put his foot down.

"But you said we'd be here for feeding time! And it's gonna be soon– those stupid monkeys will still be there," Mei whined.

"Monkeys are a lot cooler than stupid old lizards!" MK fought back.

"Why did it have to be the day I'm watching them?" Tang looked at the ceiling and muttered.

"A komodo dragon could totally beat a monkey in a fight," Mei snipped.

"Puh-lease! Sun Wukong could totally wipe the floor with Ao Lie!" MK smirked.

"What?! Taaang-! There's no way that's true!" Mei turned to him.

"Ah geez– can't we just have a nice day you two? Monkeys and Dragons have very powerful aspects for their specific environment and circumstances– so how's about we accept the beautiful biodiversity of earth, and call it a day, hm?" Tang pleaded.

The kids stared at him blankly.

They then looked at each other.

"I bet I could beat you in a fight," Mei smirked.

"What?! I'm not a monkey!" MK protested.

"Aren't humans just monkeys?" Mei looked to Tang again.

"W-well– yes– but–"

"See? I'll totally kick your butt," Mei cracked her knuckles (or at least attempted to).

"Mei! MK! Can you please stop fighting?" Tang begged.

"Then tell him lizards and dragons are cooler!" Mei demanded.

"Mei, I–"

"You said we'd see monkeys, then lizards-! You promised! And I hate spiders!" MK was getting teary eyed.

"I know MK–"

“But it’s almost feeding time already! And he promised me that we’d be there-! And they’re dead!”

“Okay-! You know what–?” Tang took both of their hands and pulled them out of the room, out of the building and back outside. “If you two keep this up, then we won’t see any monkeys or more lizards, or any feeding times, understood?”

“B-but–!” Mei tried to protest.

“No– because you know what? You scared the crap outta me running off like that– and quite frankly, I-i don’t think I can let that go,” Tang crossed his arms.

“B-but I didn’ even do anything wrong!” MK cried.

“I-i know, MK–"

"What?! He was being a total meanie about lizards!" Mei gave him a look.

"Mei– please–"

"This isn't fair, Mr. Tang--y-you said– a-and I don't wanna see spiders– I wanna see the monkeys-!" MK protested as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"MK–"

"Oh sure, take his side," Mei mumbled.

"Young lady, that is no way–"

"I wish Pigsy had taken us instead!" MK suddenly shouted at Tang, stunning him.

"M-MK, I–"

The second the scholar opened his mouth, the boy booked it into the wild– just quick enough to slip out of Tang's reach and causing the scholar to trip onto the ground, hurting his ankle and hands.

"Wait– MK!" Mei called for him, but her friend was long gone.

"Ngh– cmon Mei," Tang slowly pulled himself up, cursing internally at his scrapped hands.

"Wait– but the–"

Tang shot her a look and Mei immediately shut up.

Tang took the girls hand and together they tried to chase after where MK had gone, but frankly the kid was a runner and with crowds this big and paths that winding, it was almost a lost cause in seconds. It didn’t help that Tang had tripped either, as his infamously weak ankles felt even weaker and he needed to sit after five minutes.

"W-well we know he wants to see the monkeys– so why don't we just go there?" Mei asked as Tang stopped to breathe.

"Because we don't even know where they are– much less MK," Tang sat on a bench and massaged his throbbing ankles.

"Why don't we ask an adult for help?" Mei asked, sitting next to him.

“You know I’m an adult, right?” Tang gave her a look and she half-shrugged. "Besides, if I lost MK and told an office, they'd call the school and then they'd call Pigsy and I really don't think he wants that right now," Tang rubbed his forehead.

"Is everything always about Piggy to you?" Mei asked in a confusing tone.

"I– no, of course not-! I want to have fun with you two, not just for him– you two are cool and nice and– gah– I don't know what I'm even saying anymore," Tang cursed himself.

Mei went quiet for a moment, legs swinging as she watched the crowd and Tang weighed his options.

Either go to the zoo's security office and report MK missing, getting him flagged by the school and turning Pigsys mood from bad to worse to awful, or believe that through whatever instincts MK had he was going to find the monkeys– even if Tang himself very much couldn't.

"I'm sorry for running off, Mr. Tang," Mei suddenly apologized.

Tang sighed, "Thank you, Mei, just don't do it again."

Mei nodded and scooted a little closer to the scholar, slowly resting her head on his arm, which surprised him.

"I… lizards are cool though, right?" She glanced at him.

"Of course, Mei, but you gotta respect what MK wants too," Tang shrugged his arm playfully.

"I-i know, but--w-well Mama and Baba used to take me to see the lizards eat when I was little," she looked at her feet. “The komodo is new though– and I– well I dunno…”

Tang paused. "Is that was this is all about? Do you miss your parents?"

Mei nodded slowly. "I-i know I shouldn't– that I have you and Piggy, but–"

"Mei, you're allowed to miss them until the sun burns out of the sky– it was a terrible thing that happened to you, something you might never truly get over, and that's okay," Tang wrapped an arm around the girl.

Mei nodded again. "I… I want MK to see the monkeys."

"Me too– I just feel really bad for getting us lost in the first place," Tang sighed. "Sorry you two couldn't get a better chaperone and group."

Mei just kind of shrugged. "No one else wanted us."

"What–? Mei, there's no way that's true," Tang turned to her.

"No, it is. I heard Mrs. Yang talking about it once. They said if we were together and by ourselves then I wouldn't fight Qiang or anyone else and nobody volunteered to have us except you because they don't want troublemakers who– run… off…" Mei's face fell as she realized.

Tang hugged her for a moment, before asking, "You wanna go check the monkeys first?"

Mei nodded and after Tang worked up the courage, they asked some of the zookeepers and made their way to the monkeys.

Lo and behold, MK was standing right in the middle of the interactive dome– and to Tang surprise, all of the monkeys were absolutely laser focused on him. They were jumping around, showing him rocks, and even attempting to reach through the dome to… groom?

"Does this… normally happen..?" Tang asked a zookeeper, who shook his head.

"Never seen any kind of monkey take a liking to a visitor this strongly– especially rhesus macaques," He said, stroking his stubble.

"Uh huh…" Tang agreed when Mei tapped his arm.

"Is it just me, or is MK lookin’ a little… goldy eyed?" Mei tilted her head.

"Mei, I'm sure it's just the lighting," He assured, though now that he got a look MK almost looked like he was glowing..??? Nonono, it had to be the light.

"MK!" Tang called to him, but the kid was too focused on playing peekaboo.

"MK!" Tang tried again, and one of the monkeys looked at him with a head tilt.

"Oh boy, we've totally lost him to his special interest," Tang half joked, but Mei didn’t know what he meant.

Seeing no other option, Tang walked awkwardly over to the interactive kid area, even having to go so far as to crawl on his hands and knees before he was next to MK.

“Having fun?” Tang asked with a small but smug smile.

MK jumped– bonking his head on the plastic dome, and causing a distress call through the swarm of monkeys.

“ACK– Sorry– I didn’t mean to scare you– though you did kind of scare me– so… even?” Tang tried to joke.

“I– y-yeah,” MK fidgeted with his blazer. “I-i– I’m sorry Mr. Tang– i just– a-and when you promised– I like promises– b-but not when–”

“I know, I really am sorry– this whole mess is my fault,” Tang sighed and MK quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, which filled Tang with relief as he hugged him back.

“I’ll never run away again– never, ever, ever!” MK declared, and Tang chuckled.

“I know, MK, I know,” he rubbed his back until MK was good and ready to let go.

“A-are you gonna tell Piggy?” He sniffled.

“I don’t know,” Tang sighed. “We can’t have this become a pattern, you know?”

“I promise I won't! Never ever for forever! N-no matter how sad or scared or angry,” He kept promising.

“Alright– alright, I won’t if you won’t,” He laughed a little and wiped a tear from MK’s cheek. “Now, how’s about you head out and you and Mei can swap apologies, alright? And then maybe you can let me make up for this whole disaster that is all technically-not-technically my fault by heading to the gift shop a little early, hm?” Tang smiled weakly.

“Oh– really?!” MK lit up and the monkeys hooted and hollered in excitement.

“Totally! Pigsy lent me some money the other day– plus he said he’d pay me back– so we can totally get something– anything,” Tang ruffled MK’s hair, which made the kid laugh before crawling out of the space and rushing over to Mei at such a pace Tang struggled to keep up.

“Mei-! Mei-! Tang’s gonna let us go to the gift shop!” MK beamed.

“Woah– cool,” Mei didn’t seem as excited (rich kid, go fig) but she feigned it for her friend.

“Ah ah ah– apologies first,” Tang stopped the two of them.

“Oh– uh–” Mei bit her cheek. “M’sorry I tried to stop you from seeing the monkeys and also said I’d fight you.”

“M’sorry I said lizards are lame and insulted your great million times great grandpa,” MK said.

“S’okay– you’re probably right from Mr. Tang’s stories,” Mei shrugged with a little smile.

“Not when it comes to underwater fighting! Monkey King sinks like a rock– cuz he is one,” MK said, and Tang nodded in agreement.

“Woah,” Mei’s eyes lit up.

“Alright you two, hug it out,” Tang laughed a little and the pair of besties instantly hugged each other tight.

“Can we go to the gift shop now?” MK asked the second he and Mei stopped hugging.

“Okay, okay–” Tang laughed, digging out the map. “The gift shop should be just on the other side of the monkeys so we can take a look at all of those while we make our way– does that sound good?”

Mei smirked, “Last one there is a–”

“Uh-uh–” Tang immediately grabbed both of their wrists, “–We are not doing that again.”

Mei laughed, “I was joking.”

Tang suppressed a laugh. “Yeah, not funny though.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, it was a little funny, Mr. Tang,” MK pointed out.

“Why thank you, dear MK,” Mei grinned.

“Uh… no problemo, dear Mei,” MK grinned back, making the two of them burst into laughter.

“Alright you two– let’s go,” Tang said, finally letting go and thankfully the kids didn’t realize that it would be undoubtedly hilarious if they did decide to run off now.

“So why were those monkeys staring at you MK?” Mei asked.

MK shrugged. “I dunno. I think they just get me,” He grinned a little.

“With all the bananas you eat? Totally,” Mei snickered, and MK laughed too.

“I can also climb good! Up stairs, on cabinets, on trees– I’m a total ninja,” MK bragged.

“Oh I can believe that,” Tang laughed along, and MK had a little more pep to his step after that.

When they reached the gift shop, Mei bolted to the stuffed animals and started looking for something big (sorry Pigsy), meanwhile MK was more keen to browse.

“This magnet’s funny,” MK chuckled and showed Tang a magnet with a howler monkey drinking coffee out of a mug that said “I HATE MONDAYS”.

Tang snorted, “Is that what you want?”

MK hemmed and hawed before shaking his head and setting it down. “I want something that I can have in my room that’s– like– mine, you know?” He looked up at the scholar.

“Of course,” Tang understood. “Do you want a shirt? Or something like an action figure or toy or something?”

MK thought about it, eyes glancing over at the shirts before he shook his head. “Mr. Piggy’s got me lots of shirts and stuff, I’m okay.”

“What about a snowglobe?” Tang looked at one that had a bunch of dinosaurs lighting firecrackers for what was supposedly New Years.

“Mmm, I dunno I–” MK’s eyes were suddenly stuck over where Mei was, and when Tang noticed he followed his gaze to a long armed monkey stuffed animal– complete with a red hat atop its head.

“Ooo, you want one of those?” Tang smiled, but MK shook his head.

“No– I’m not allowed soft toys– makes ‘soft boys’.”

Tang furrowed his eyebrows, “That’s not true, MK– and besides, I’m sure Pigsy wouldn’t mind,” he gently reminded the kid of his new state of life.

“Oh–! Right! Yeah!” MK instantly lit up and ran to the plush, instantly giving it a hug test before nodding. “Yep– this is the one! I love it,” he beamed.

Tang laughed, “I’m glad you like it– Mei, do you have anything?” He called out to her and she hid her plush behind her back with a mischievous grin.

“I wanna get me one of these bad boys,” Mei revealed her selection to be a rather large dragon plush with quite the immaculate detail (which would of course raise the price– sorry Pigsy but Tang really needed to make it up to them).

“Ooo, what’s his name?” Tang asked.

“I’m namin’ her Jade– like the rock and color,” She grinned at the plushie.

“You know– Jade is half the size of you. Are you sure you’re gonna be okay carrying her around all day?” Tang pointed out.

“I am a big strong dragon girl– I think I got this,” Mei flexed one of her arms.

“Alright– but I’m warning you that if you’re too tired by the end of the day, I’m not holding it,” Tang said.

“Psh, I totally gots this, Mr. Tang,” Mei waved him off and Tang rolled his eyes before going to the checkout.

…By 1:03, Mei’s arms were tired of holding Jade and Tang was basically the certified toy carrier as Mei and Mk ran to get as close to the exhibits as possible, and Tang didn’t want either of them to get left behind or damaged. After looking around at leopards and gazelle and bears, the three of them had lunch and ice cream before it was time to head back home.

Tang was technically supposed to have brought the kids to the restaurant, but he did have a spare key, and the kids were pretty tuckered out, so Tang decided to take them home instead– shooting Pigsy a quick text to explain.

Tang was let right in, thanks to Pigsy adding him to his security listing, and in not too long, they were finally all home free–

Except Pigsy was there with Gatita on the couch.

"Uh… hi?" Tang approached and Pigsy nearly jumped out of his own skin.

"Hey-! How was the field trip?" He asked, and Tang raised an eyebrow.

"It was cool! All the monkeys loved me!" MK gloated, "And Mr. Tang got me a monkey!! I love him so much! I’m gonna name them Luanshi– that means pebble."

Pigsy got up and looked at it with a crooked smile, "Yeah I think it suits ‘em"

"Ooh, Mr. Tang! Show him mine!" Mei demanded, and Tang pulled out the large dragon plush from the gift shop bag.

"Wow– how's about that? She looks just like you," Pigsy snorted.

"I don't have a mustache," Mei giggled.

"Eh, more in spirit," Pigsy ruffled her hair and she laughed as she pulled away.

"So… what's she doing here?" Tang glanced at Gatita, who stood up from the couch now.

"I think I should get going now, Mr. Zhu– it was lovely seeing you all again, take care now," Gatita smiled warmly at the four of them before taking her leave, which didn’t help Tang’s suspicions.

Pigsy took a long breath before forcing a more jovial expression for the kids. "I bet you two little rascals are tired, huh? So how's about you go rest in your rooms for a bit?" He looked at MK and Mei who ultimately agreed and headed to their rooms to crash.

"So…?" Tang asked, a bad feeling forming in his stomach.

"Woah– hey now– it's nothin' like that Tang, I swear," Pigsy practically read his mind.

"Sorry, I– uh– I didn’t mean like that–" Tang rubbed his forehead. "It's just a little weird to see Gatita so relaxed– she's usually so proper it's borderline ethereal," He laughed a little.

"Yeah, well she was just helping take care of me after I- uh…" Pigsy stopped and rubbed a white bandage on his hand.

"Oh– did something happen at the restaurant?" Tang got concerned.

"Yes and no," Pigsy sighed, going to the fridge and getting a soda.

"What does that mean? Was there a bad customer– did that one lady come back? The wife of the inspector or the one who accused you of kidnapping? Either way, they’re totally gonna pay" Tang riled himself up.

"No– no, not like that, I–" Pigsy looked everywhere except at Tang.

The demon sighed. "Remember how I told you about… Sandy?"

Tang's face fell and he nodded.

"...that was eight years ago today."

"Oh…" was all Tang could think to say. His instincts told him to hug Pigsy, his fingers twitching to urge him on, but the scholar didn't move.

"Y-yeah, and I got a bunch of phone calls too– or maybe I didn't and I was hearin' things– either way I was set off and made a complete fool of myself by not even turning on the sign outside, or setting out the stools or whatever," Pigsy scratched his neck and went to the couch, where Tang followed.

"Sounds serious,” he tried to console.

“It was…”

Tang placed a hand on his knee. “How’d she find you?”

"She had apparently called me twice to ask if I wanted to get lunch or something to check up on the state of things. When I didn't answer or open the shop she got concerned and went lookin for me," Pigsy explained.

"Oh, well that's good," Tang smiled a little. "I'm glad you were taken care of– and sorry I couldn't be there."

"Don't sweat it– I knew what I was doing," Pigsy tried to laugh, but he just sounded sad. Thankfully this time, Tang listened to his instincts and held Pigsys hand.

"I'm so sorry," He looked into the deeply tired eyes of his– Pigsy.

"It's okay, she gave me a good talking to," Pigsy squeezed his hand, and Tang dared to sneak a little kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad," Tang smiled a little as he saw Pigsy blush.

"Y-yeah– I… it was really embarrassing– I'm only half glad you didn't see it," the demon confessed.

"Do you need to talk about it more?" Tang asked.

"No… no, Gatita did a good job of getting it all out– I'm tired more than anything," the demon informed, taking a drink before stretching his arms out.

"Ugh, I feel you," Tang agreed, instinctively curling up to Pigsy’s side, which the demon didn't protest.

"They didn't give you too much trouble, did they?" Pigsy snorted and relaxed his eyes.

"Nah, it was mostly just me and not being used to kids– but I'm making progress I think," Tang blatantly lied.

Pigsy yawned. "That's good– Proud of ya."

Tang smiled cheesily as he snuggled even closer to his Pigsy and said, “Thanks,” as he too yawned.

‘Yeah, no problem,” Pigsy tried to joke off the thanks, but Tang nuzzled closer to make sure he knew it. Pigsy chuckled, before relaxing even further.

In a matter of minutes, the lovers were fast asleep without a care in the world for any peering eyes or sneaky kids– today had been exhausting, and they deserved all the rest they could get before acting like nothing had happened, which was just the way they liked it.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #tang lmk #mk lmk #mei lmk #lmk fics #my fics #pigsy lmk #guanyin #hurt/comfort #what's better than this? just buncha kids bein' kids #bro is struggling but it's okay bc he has homosexuality on his side #also little MK is a freak and I stand by that #we love them

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kimmiessimmies · 2 years ago

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Note on my stories

I’ve made a creative decision to solve something that was bugging me a bit. See, the way I previously played and wrote my stories, each SimMonth I could tell a little bit about how several of my Sims were doing. But now, with the way I’m writing currently, each story centres pretty much around one central character. This works very well for me in writing, but it also means that some Sims and their stories or background happenings get a bit neglected. For some of my Sims, I have huge, long-winding storylines built up in my head and I can’t wait to tell these stories. However, some take place quite a few SimYears in the future and before we get there, some things need to be said and shown. But, because I have so many Sims whose stories I want to tell and with each story centring around just one or two of them, many SimMonths can pass before I get back to someone. I try to weave things in, in dialogue or contact between others, but there are just some things that need their own platform, even though it’s not enough for a full story.

Enter Kim’s mini-stories! Occasionally, I will post a mini-story, which will be very short stories, consisting of more pictures than text, to tell something about someone that needs to be known now for all timelines to fit together in future.

Good news for my Simblr posts: the mini-stories are short enough to fit on here (split in two), so a visit to my WordPress blog is not necessary.

First one coming up shortly!

Oh, and, P.S., guess who totally abandoned her “no poses policy” to tell this story? Yup. I regret nothing.

#ts3 #kimmiessimmies #the sims 3 #textpost

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nemobeatrice · 2 years ago

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FuGio Week Day 6: Honeymoon - Honeymoon in Chiang Mai

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The day after their wedding, Giorno and Fugo took a plane to Chiang Mai, Thailand. Mista had everything under control while they were gone, and Sheila assisted and guarded him.

Their flight was long, taking about 10 or 11 hours, which gave them time to rest. The plane landed, and it was morning, but they took a taxi to Na Nirand Restort to unpack. The room they resided in was small and cozy. There was also a safe to store their valuables.

“What shall we do?” Fugo asked.

“Perhaps we should eat first,” Giorno suggested. “Want to eat here?”

He nodded, and the two went to the restaurant inside the resort, eating outside since the weather was pleasant. It was quiet, too, except for the bugs screaming. The couple looked through the menu and then waited once a server took their order.

“I was thinking that we should head to Doi Inthanon National Park after this,” Giorno said, breaking the river’s trance on Fugo. “I couldn’t stand sitting around in that plane.”

“I was going to suggest that also since you like nature so much. I know we just got here, but this place feels so calming. I was worried there would be screaming children here.”

Their server came by, dropping off their fruity drinks and desserts. The stacks of food the restaurant gave them were tiny.

“Oh, this looks too adorable to eat.” Fugo eyed the carrot cake, strawberry cake, and tiny burger.

“Too beautiful to eat, but I’m hungry.” Giorno grabbed the small chopped fruits and ate them.

“Is this fruit sauce? What is this for? Hmm.” He poured the red sauce into the strawberry cake. “Oh wow.”

The blonds ate and finished their drinks, heading to the national park soon after. They followed the trail. It was rainy the day before, so the ground was soggy, and the planks were slippery. However, there was that fresh pine aroma lingering in the air. Birds chirped as they walked around.

“This place is stunning,” Giorno commented as they continued walking.

Fugo saw a green-tailed sunbird and took a picture with his camera, causing the bird to fly off. “I got a picture for you.” He showed the bird on his camera, causing them to take a step off the trail to stop.

“Such vibrant colors. You never see these birds in Naples.”

They continued walking.

“Do we even have birds like these at home? You’re more into nature than I am.”

“I’ve been too busy to focus on things like that. Maybe next time, I’ll find out. Oh, do you know that bird you took a picture of is a male? The females aren’t as colorful.”

Fugo giggled. “Are you an ornithologist now?”

“No, but I remember my mother talking about a scary bird she saw in Egypt. I wanted to know what type of bird it was, so I could scare her, but that no longer matters now. Come on. We’re almost to the top.”

They reached the top of the tallest point in Thailand and left a coin. On their way to the bottom, the weather shrouded the area in clouds, making it look mystical.

Since there was still time to kill, they headed to Wat Chedi Luang. There were many temple complexes, most built in the northern Thai style architecture from the Lanna Dynasty.

“Are you religious?” Fugo asked while they explored. “I can’t believe I never asked that before, even though we just married.”

“I’m just as religious as you are.” Giorno stopped to look at his map. “And yeah, I can’t believe I never asked that before too. There should be a golden temple around here, but—agh!” The clouds lifted, and the sun shined on Wat Phra Singh, blinding onlookers with light.

“Gees!” Fugo shrouded his eyes.

“It wasn’t that bright in the photos I’ve seen. Want to head inside?”

“Sure, but my eyes need to adjust to the brightness.”

Giorno held Fugo’s hand and took him inside. A big giant golden statue of Buddha greeted them.

“Wow.” Giorno looked at the other small golden statues. “Is this all made out of gold?”

“Don’t know.” Fugo shrugged. “When you told me we were heading to Chiang Mai, I searched a few things about this place. Someone in 1367 brought the statue from Sri Lanka to this place. The person had to have brought it in parts.”

Giorno's stomach growled.

“I knew those small snacks wouldn’t fill you up,” Fugo remarked. “Maybe we could head somewhere to eat.”

“Oh? Where are we headed to?”

“It’s a secret, but does khao soi sound good to you?”

The two walked a few blocks to a small restaurant in an alley, a spot most tourists would overlook. It was an outdoor dining area, plants decorated the walls, and a tin roof covered the place should it rain. The place wasn’t fancy either. Most of the chairs were plastic and didn’t match. But plenty of people sat and ate, and the aroma of beef and unknown spices filled their nostrils, tempting them to stand in line.

“How’d you find this place?” Giorno asked.

“Before we left, I searched for places to eat on Google Maps. I wasn’t picky.”

The line wasn’t too long or short, but they got in and waited. Plenty of food was on their menu, but the couple wanted to try some beef khao soi. After waiting and watching someone cook behind the counter, they received their big bowl. They sat down and ate with spoons and chopsticks. Fugo took the first bite, eating the beef.

“Oh, this is good. I’ve never had anything like this before,” Fugo commented.

Giorno took a bite and took a sip of the broth. “Creamy with a nutty taste. I think I saw someone put some coconut milk powder on it.”

“Spicy! Hot!”

“Can you handle it?”

Fugo sweated. “Y-yeah.”

Thankfully, they were hungry enough to empty the never-ending bowl.

“Want to head to the zoo?” Fugo asked.

“Yeah, which one are we heading to?”

“We could visit the tigers or the one with the elephants.”

Giorno thought deeply for a few seconds. “Let’s go see the elephants. I’ve never seen one except in pictures. Someone told me that elephants in Asia are different from the ones in Africa, and I’ve only seen the ones in Africa.”

The two left, taking a cab to the Elephant Pride Sanctuary. Once they went in, they saw people playing, petting, feeding, and washing the elephants.

“I thought they’d be a lot bigger, like the size of giants,” Giorno said.

“Same.”

The elephants were still big, just not in the way they thought.

“I’m going to get closer to one of them,” Giorno said.

They got close to one of them. Somebody handed Giorno a sugar cane, and he fed it to one of the elephants.

“Oh, I see the difference now,” he said. “It’s the ears. This one has smaller ears than the African ones and is hairy.”

“I noticed the two lumps on its head, too,” Fugo commented. “And some don’t have tusks. I think it’s the females that lack them.”

They continued talking around, learning about the elephants and the sanctuary. Afterward, they helped make medicine and changed their clothes somewhere to participate in the mud spa, where they gave the elephants treatment and washed them. The water was freezing, but they had fun and got muddied.

Daylight was dying, and Giorno and Fugo cleaned the mud off them, dried up, and left, heading to the night market.

The blonds were somewhere in a crowded street. Musicians played music in the middle of the streets, food stalls were everywhere, and vendors sold things for under $1. There were so many colorful lights.

The two bought things for their friends. Fugo found an article of black gothic-looking clothing that reminded him of Abbacchio and bought some incense for Sheila. Meanwhile, Giorno looked for some Trish would want. Giorno wanted to ask Fugo what month was Trish’s birthday so he could get her some jewelry with her birthstone, but he doubted he knew since Fugo didn’t think much of Trish. Perhaps this pink bracelet would make a fine gift. After buying it, he bumped into Fugo, but a jazzy song distracted them.

“Is that a Miles Davis song I hear?” Fugo asked. “That’s Bucciarati’s favorite musician. He would’ve loved it here.”

“Did you buy anything interesting?” Giorno asked. “I bought gifts for everyone back home but got this pink and gold fan for myself. I even bought a gift for you. The vendor told me this crystal necklace has some calming power, but I think she made that up so people could buy it.”

“I also bought things for everyone, including you and myself. I got you an elephant plushie and bought a whole bag of peanuts for us to snack on. I’m not hungry, and I doubt I’ll be because of that big bowl we had for lunch. What about you?”

“I’ve walked around a lot, but I’m not hungry. Shall we head back?”

“Yes, please. My legs are screaming. I need a rest.”

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #fugio #fugio week #fugio week 2023 #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #fugo x giorno #giorno x fugo #jjba fanfic #jjba fanfiction #jojo's bizarre adventure fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure fanfiction

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alexracheltravel · 5 months ago

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Our Final Full Day in Tambopata was a Capybara Beach Party

We woke up with the sun on this bright, dry morning, and set off for a special hike. We checked our watches (phones): 5:15 am. We heard the bugs and even saw many of the night creatures still making their final rounds.

Our destination was to the Canopy Tower, a special vista that provided an unparalleled view of the Amazon—from above! The only thing stopping us was a small 150-step climb.

But the view from above was gorgeous! The sky stretched out before us and we got to see the tops of the trees, making waves and crescendos, giving away to a skyline that makes Manhattan jealous. And from here we did a lot of bird-watching. Of course we saw the usual macaws and parrots, and saw new ones like a white-necked puffbird. But the most spectacular of the birds was one we had heard but yet to see: the toucan!

The toucan was not quite as common as the other birds, and possibly a little shy or shifty. But the view from up top gave us the look we needed to see it. After some great pictures, we made our way back down, just in time for breakfast.

In the late morning, we learned of a new way to explore the Amazon. We used a drone! Biologists and other researchers use drones to see the Amazon from a different angle. In this case, the resident biologist here at Refugio Amazonas used drones to check on the health of the castaña trees. We got to help by seeing the pathways of the drone, and taking pictures of the treetops. A healthy tree is all green with little gaps. Some trees we saw looked just like that. Others had growths—parasitic trees sapping away and stealing their light. All of this was in the name of science! It was very cool to see how modern technology could be used for such purposes.

As lunch came around, we began to realize there wouldn’t be too many more meals here. Another shout-out to the chefs here. They really did some outstanding work.

As tired as we were, the final trip we took was the “sunset cruise,” in which we took one of the boats up the river as the day came to an end. We spied a ton of capybara on this venture, just hanging by the water. As many as a dozen made up the capybara families hung out by the river. It was a capybara beach party! The capybara is in the spotlight right now, and we think they deserve all the fame.

We don’t have much more to say other than we loved this trip. Tomorrow we will try to see some birds, but otherwise we’ve done all that we can do here at Refugio.

Alex: Wait, we can’t end the day like this. Let’s share some of our favorite moments! For me, I think it was seeing the tapir emerge from the water. I was blown away. Or seeing monkeys in trees, but that was a little more common.

Heather: Yeah the tapir was really special. I also liked seeing all of the birds.

Rachel: Like the macaw clay licks?

Heather: Imagine those little birds, stuffing their faces into the clay.

Sam: Just the sound of the macaws. You can hear them from so far away. They screech like dinosaurs

Vicki: Well, I liked seeing everything. All of the animals. Watching them land, take off, gather and land together.

Rachel: For me, I liked that in the various walks and hikes we were truly surrounded by nature and the soundscapes of the jungle. Fully immersed.

Sam: Canopy tower for sure. It was really cool to see the fog burning off in the early morning.

Heather: It was such a different look of the forest than we’ve seen all week.

Rachel: Yeah that was up there for me. I’m glad it was one of the last things we did.

Alex: Do we have a single favorite animal?

Sam: Maybe the dusky titi monkeys.

Rachel: The tapir was really special.

Heather: I’ll hop on the tapir train.

Alex: I think everyone else is hopping on the train. You really wanted to see one, and I didn’t even know they lived in South America. I only knew of the Indonesian one.

Heather: Second choice is the agouti I saw this morning carrying a castaña!

Vicki: I can’t pick one. Maybe the red howler monkey that we saw briefly behind the lodge, or the toucan in the canopy tower. Oh, but the blue and yellow macaws, though.

Alex: I think the dusky titi monkeys are a highlight for me as well. I came onto this trip saying that I’ll find a new phone background. And here it is.

Rachel: We can’t forget about the frogs. So cute!

Heather: You’re right!

Alex: Now, what made this trip special was the science aspect of our trip.

Rachel: Exploring the jungle as a tourist but through a scientific lens was really cool. The guide knew his stuff, and he knew the scientific names of every animal, every bird call and stuff like that. He was also an expert spotter. I don’t know how he saw the caiman the other day.

Sam: I learned that guides go through a lot of training to get to this. Some even study at universities for years.

Alex: I loved [Resident Biologist] Aracely’s expertise and the way she taught and interacted with us. I even got to see her work up close with insects. She’s so awesome.

Heather: I always love learning and I agree: Aracely is really engaging and facilitated her lectures so well.

Alex: I could maybe learn a thing or two from her.

Sam: Aerobotany was super fun to see how it works. And I’m totally going to use the ZooUniverse tools she went over with my class.

Rach: It felt like we were helping her work, not just having fun.

Vicki: Aren’t you glad you all got to come?

Rachel: Well, it’s your birthday, mom! Happy birthday. We love you!

Sam: Happy birthday!

Heather: Happy birthday!

Alex: ¡Feliz cumpleaños!

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cobi-4056 · 8 months ago

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#1 - CAMERA CONTROLS

Following the prompt, fantastical worlds, was hard for me. As an illustrator, my ideas often jump to something I can draw, which is a problem for this class because I don’t have the resources to make my more ambitious ideas work. After discarding many ideas that revolved around portraits, props and light, I took a step away from those elements to try and think of something that was possible and still made sense with this prompt.

Fantasy to me is not only about imagination, but also a step beyond that. Fantasy, as a word, feels closer to the real world than imagination – maybe it has something to do with the genre. Fantasy is putting imagination into words, pictures, something material. I tried to think about something I never think about in depth. I eventually landed on plants and the way they interact with the world.

What I wanted to achieve with this project was to recognize and highlight the differences between our lives as humans and their lives as plants. Playing with this idea seemed fun and it led me to pay more attention to the plants around my home. Whenever I walk outside, I never pay attention to the smaller parts of a tree, a bush or the grass. Through this project, I noticed many things that I never would’ve known if I didn’t try to capture the details of these little beings.

Something that really captured my imagination was the realization that plants experience all stages of life within themselves – they sprout, grow, bloom and wilt their flowers at the same time, throughout their whole body. Some of their leaves were clean, some of them were completely covered with dirt and cobwebs, and some of them were a gust of wind away from completely separating from the plant. I realized that plants lead very quiet lives, but that they’re never completely still. Bugs, the wind, the sun – everything around them impacts them even if we aren’t interested in noticing it. Their experience with the world is completely unknown to me. I kept catching myself drifting away from reality and fantasizing about our differences. Many parts of their flowers and stems reminded me of nymphs, fairies and I had no real idea of how to capture the sense of wonder I was experiencing.

As for the challenges I faced: frozen motion was hard, conceptually speaking. Since plants are so subtle, you can’t really tell when wind is affecting them or not. I ended up waiting for a long time for any kind of bug to show up near a plant, so I was really excited to take pictures of the only little bee that came along. At first try, the picture was way too underexposed, which made me sad because it would’ve been a gorgeous picture. After getting the controls right, it was only a matter of me being quick enough to get a frozen picture of the bee flying around.

I’m unhappy with the result of the blurred motion. I had a lot of trouble getting my camera to stay still and even more trouble waiting for a gust of wind strong enough to show up in the picture. I would’ve really liked to shoot this picture during the day, but any amount of sunlight would just make the picture look white despite trying many settings and combinations with the ISO and aperture. It’s sad to me that the picture I chose was the closest thing to my vision, which was capturing the leaves swaying with the wind.

Regarding the depth of field, I think I've got the hang of it. I had a lot of trouble picking one of the many pictures I took for this parameter, which is my favorite photography thing to experiment with – I think a lot of them were good, but I landed on this flower because it’s the composition I liked the most and there’s a sense of movement in it. All of the leaves and branches lead your eyes right to the flower bulbs at the top.

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lancely-blog · 9 months ago

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Destiny’s Twin—A Multidimensional Fantasy [Excerpt]

Shaemus (Part 1)

The flowers were beautiful this year, especially down by the river’s edge, where Shaemus had spent countless evenings of his youth. He swam in the dam behind his family’s property, dug up grub worms for fishing, and climbed the massive, ancient cypress trees that lined the shoreline. Their dense canopies cast a cool shade over much of the river, creating a peaceful oasis.

He spent many a midsummer afternoon roaming the softly rolling hill country of his homeland, playing in the pasture behind his grandparents’ house, building forts, and drawing scenes from his surroundings—capturing the diverse flora and fauna that thrived across the land.

It was a serene place, one he loved for its quiet beauty. But sometimes, he equally hated it for its remoteness and small-town feel, which made him feel trapped, as if living in a bubble, cut off from the larger world waiting to be discovered beyond the canyon.

His father, Samuel, often scolded him for running off in the mornings and not returning until sundown. Shaemus knew his father expected him to help around the place—tending to the garden behind their small country cabin, feeding the puppy and the sheep in the pasture. And he didn’t mind doing any of those things, but some days, he simply couldn’t resist the urge to take his sketchbook and chalks down to the river. He’d draw pictures of the butterflies, the ripple of the water as it flowed along before tumbling over the stone dam, or even Sakura, his best friend, a tiny fairy who lived in the thicker woods edging his grandfather’s property.

That was another cause of his father’s scoldings. He didn’t approve of Shaemus associating with a pesky fairy. "Fairies are troublemakers, pests, simply put," his father would rant. "You be nice to them for one minute, and you can’t get rid of them. They’re like bugs. Before you know it, they’re in your crops, stealing all your potatoes and carrots, picking your mother’s flowers to build nests in the attic! They scare off the good critters that hunt down the snakes and spiders that nearly frighten your poor mama to death… and me, if truth be told!"

"Heck, Sakura doesn’t hurt anything. She’s a good fairy. She’s never done anything like that," Shaemus would reply, feeling offended that his father would even suggest such antics from her. The truth was, fairies were notorious troublemakers, and he knew their reputation all too well. He’d witnessed many of their shenanigans firsthand—clever little pranks like flying at you when you least expected it, scaring the willies out of you, tripping you up in a field, dropping acorns or small fruits on your head if you stood under a tree branch, even sneaking into your bedroom at night and tying knots in your hair. Oh yes, he knew. He’d been the brunt of many of Sakura’s nasty little tricks.

He didn’t care, though. He loved Sakura. Playing with her was his favorite thing to do. She was his only true friend, and he knew she loved him too. Most of the other kids in town, just across the river, didn’t much like Shaemus or have much to do with him. He was a quiet kid, lacking in social skills. He was good in school, always on the honor roll, but despite his efforts, he never seemed to make friends. He figured he was just a loner, and that suited him just fine.

The other boys in the fourth grade would get together in the summertime to play baseball in the park or go up the river to the big jumping tree. They’d climb up to the top, leap off, and do giant cannonballs in the water. Shaemus always wanted to try that, but the other boys were bigger than him, intimidating. He figured one day he’d climb up there and do flips off the top, making big splashes in the water, and all the other kids would think he was cool and brave. But that would be some other day. Today, he didn’t feel like climbing that big old tree. It was just so high!

Shaemus was a small boy, but he thought himself to be somewhat good-looking, with semi-wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a good complexion, aside from a few freckles on his nose and plump cheeks. He was healthy, but he seemed to lack the same athleticism or endurance that most of the other boys had in abundance, and for that, they often teased him. So, he spent most of his time alone, playing with Sakura, reading adventure books or comics, or drawing.

This day was particularly sunny, with a clear blue sky. The rainy season had just passed, and the prairie cactus were all blooming with big, bulbous fruits and giant yellow flowers. He had lugged his easel, with much effort, down the slow decline from his home to the top of a grassy knoll overlooking the river.

The previous year, he had built a trail to this exact spot by clearing the tall grass, wildflowers, and cactus out of the way and paving the short path with hefty, flat river rocks made of limestone. This was his favorite spot for drawing. The view was the best here, it was nice and breezy, and Sakura always knew where to find him.

He hadn’t seen her in a couple of days and wondered where she was and what she was up to. He supposed she’d come around eventually to boast of some adventure or chat his ear off about the goings-on of the woodland people, who didn’t make much commerce with the bigger folk. She wasn’t usually gone for long and was often quite hyper and joyful to see him again once she returned.

She had once shown him where she lived, which was something fairies rarely did. They were extremely protective of their lairs and didn’t take kindly to visitors. It wasn’t far, just an hour’s walk through the woods. He figured that if he really got worried about her, he could always try to find her there, but she would probably only get mad at him for going there. If any of the other fairies saw him, she would hear no end of grief from them.

He heard a rustle just as he had finished setting up his easel, and the thought of Sakura vanished from his mind. He peered around his sketch pad to the left, just at the edge of the clearing, where the thicker woods met the field, and saw a beautiful white-tailed doe step into the open. Behind her came a spotted fawn.

"Wow," he whispered, his eyes widening with amazement. He didn’t often get the opportunity to draw wildlife this close, and he wasn’t about to miss it. As quietly as possible, he grabbed his little wooden box of chalks and set to drawing the forms onto his sketch pad. He knew he wasn’t a bad artist and was getting better with every try.

"Practice makes perfect," his mother would encourage him whenever he showed her his latest masterpiece—or what he thought was a masterpiece. That always left him wondering if there really was such a thing as perfect art. That would be something he’d surely learn when he got older.

The deer didn’t seem to notice him as he scratched away with his chalk. It was a noble and impressive creature, standing with grace and elegance, keeping a close watch on its young. He started as he always did, with the basic outline, using a rusty umber chalk. Once the exterior form was complete, he switched to cream, then white, and even a dash of black. It was coming along quickly. He truly was a gifted artist—or at least that’s what his family and teachers seemed to think.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the deer’s head raise stiffly. Its ears perked with full attention. With lightning speed, it swung its body around and leapt back under the cover of the woods, the fawn close at its heels. Just as the deer disappeared, a crashing of limbs reverberated through the calm of the pasture. Out of the thicket sprang the tiny sparkle of a fairy, bouncing off branches, dodging limbs and leaves, and bounding into the open sunlight, heading straight for Shaemus. He knew instantly who it was.

"Darn you, Sakura!" he scolded as she flew closer. "You scared away the deer. I was almost done with it too!" He tugged the bottom corner of the sheet, separated it from the rest of the drawing book, folded it, and set it on the ground beside him.

"Deer, oh dear! I’m so dreadfully sorry, then," she said with a flippant tone, panting from what was apparently a speedy and exhausting flight. "Perhaps I should rustle up a nice, fat, stinky, ill-tempered skunk for you to draw?" She added with thick sarcasm, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him challengingly. "I’ll see to it right now if you like." She batted her eyes coolly.

Shaemus grunted. "Where have you been?" he asked, arching his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Business. Sorry I’ve not been available to amuse you."

"That’s not what I meant," he replied with a sigh. "What sort of business?"

"I’ve been given a mission," she said, her annoyance barely concealed.

"A mission?" A wave of tension shot up his spine, making his palms sweaty.

"I’m being sent to Kragodnom. I leave tonight, but I had to come by and tell you myself before I go." She turned her eyes away from him, a distant, nervous expression overtaking her. "Don’t get upset. It’s nothing, just a simple reconnaissance mission."

"Simple? What are you talking about? Why are you going there? Sakura, that place is forbidden! Nobody ever goes there! Aren't you afraid of what might happen to you?"

"Of course I am afraid! You've heard the rumors. You've heard about what's happened to those of my kind who have tried to go up there. Only one has ever come back, and she didn't even make it all the way to the keep. And even she barely survived. They found her collapsed on the riverbank way downstream, half drowned and with a broken wing. No one else has ever returned. I fear I may not return." Her fluttering slowed, and she sank down onto his lap, weeping softly.

"No! You can't!" he yelled frantically, springing off the flat rock he had been sitting on, sending her springboarding up into the air in front of his tear-filled eyes. "You can't go to Kragodnom, Sakura, you can't! Tell them you can't!"

"I have no choice," she squeezed out between sobs. "News has come from Mapleton, from outside of the canyon, that another child, a maiden, has gone missing. There have been rumors of a shadow stalking them in the darkness of night, a phantom circling the skies, burning houses as it goes, killing livestock. It can only be a dragon. People are in an uproar! They don't know what dark magic is terrorizing them. They fear that the legends are true, that the evil witch is indeed alive! We can't just sit here and wait for our turn to die. We have to act!"

"But why you?" he pleaded, swiping tears from his puffy red eyes.

She took a slow breath, sniveling, regaining her composure, and looked deeply into his frightened eyes. "Why not me?"

"Surely there is someone else capable of doing this? Why you? It doesn't have to be—"

"It has to be a fairy. Only one of us can do this. No other person could possibly make that journey. There are no roads to the keep, no mountain passes available; it is impregnable by land. It was designed to be so."

"But what if something happens to you?" he cried. "I couldn't bear it."

"Dear boy, you do know that I love you, even though you are a scrawny little boy. Don't fear for me, I am Sakura! I will be back before the moon changes. And when I return, I will tie your hair up in so many knots it will take weeks of your mother pulling at that ratty mess to get it undone!" She gave him her most convincing smile, though it didn't appear to make him feel much better. "I have to go. Remember what I said." She shot straight up like a rocket, arching her trajectory up and over the river toward town.

"Wait!" he called, but it was too late. Sakura was gone. "I didn't get to say goodbye!"

He crumpled back onto the rock like a wet noodle, tears streaming from his eyes like tiny rivers. He had never felt so alone. He had never felt so afraid. With trembling hands, he reached down and grabbed the folded drawing lying beside his feet in the grass and crushed it into a tight ball with his fist. He no longer felt like drawing.

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cyberxilophone · 2 years ago

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Museum Maintenance (Blathers TF)

When receiving a package in the mail, Ruby finds that besides all the band merch she ordered, there's a strange bow tie on the bottom. After putting it on, her air-head brain starts to morph into something more… knowledgeable.

Did she always know that much about bugs? And was the place she staying in an apartment or a museum?

After the fifth doorbell ring, Ruby knew she wouldn’t be outplaying the mailman today. She hated interacting with those jittery, sweat-drenched messes all the time. To have to endure talking to them while they handed her damp clipboards with jittering hands was the closest thing she could compare to torture. She didn’t know why almost all of the mailmen she interacted with were like that. Simply put, the woes of online shopping—alas—were unavoidable. The only thing she could do was try her best, and most of the time, that wasn’t enough.

“I’m coming, jeez! Can’t you just wait for a few minutes?! Maybe they would pay you guys more if you actually”—she swung the door open, ready to continue her verbal lashing with all the energy in the world, only to be met with nothing but a package on the ground—”did your joooooo…”

Well damn. Maybe she did outplay him this time. The slim, thin bunny looked around the hall to make sure that she wouldn’t accidentally run into him. The coast was clear, from the looks of it.

Putting the cardboard box on her bed, she happily sliced it open, taking the most recent batch of merch from her favorite band and laying it out on the bed. She paid good money for the limited edition. It was from scalpers, but that didn’t matter to her! She was just happy to have the clothes in the end!

“I finally have them aaall!” She squealed, grabbing the clothes in her hands. “I’m gonna take soooo many pictures later. My followers are gonna love them!” She left her phone on the nightstand—a simple white model with no drawer or anything ‘gaudy’ in her eyes. She was a fan of minimalistic design, which meant that most of her furniture didn’t have many features.

She put on one of the three shirts she received. It fit around her frame perfectly—enunciating all her curves and the rest of her perfect body.

Amidst giggling, she picked up the box to store it in her closet. Right when she was about to place it on the pile of similar boxes, she heard something be knocked over inside the package. “Oh, crud! Did they send something extra? Oh, let me see…”

There was something there—just not the kind of thing she was expecting. Instead of a coupon or a one-in-a-million badge, she found… a dorky-looking bowtie. It was large for an accessory—width long enough that it would touch her shoulders if she was to put it on.

“What the hell… this isn’t band merch! Did some weird nerd put his clothes in my precious box! He said that it was unsealed!”

It was surprisingly smooth in her hands. Ruby expected it to reek of sweat and overwhelming body odor, but it carried an odd floral aroma instead. It wasn’t like the hundreds of perfumes she had stored in her second closet—a walk-in closet—but instead smelled like real flowers. It was almost like a garden.

“Guess it’s not from a weirdo… maybe it was just left by someone in the mailing company?” Tracing her finger across it, it almost felt like a plushie with how soft it was. “Maybe it’s not so bad… and what if it is band merch? I’d be throwing it away!”

She clipped on the bowtie. Checking herself out in the full-body mirror, she couldn’t help but cringe at how it looked on her. In the case that it was band merch, she’d keep it tucked in her third closet—a storage closet—with the other ugly clothes she kept out of obligation or pity.

“Eugh, gross.” She was about to take it off when she noticed that her hand had suddenly changed. Her soft, cream fur had turned a deep brown. She stared at the reflection for a long time, turning her hand around.

A hallucination? No, it was definitely real. She could feel a strange buzz on her hand. She was wondering if it was a strange infection she could’ve gotten from the package, but that thought was dashed away when her hand started to swell. Ruby let out a banshee-esque scream, tumbling back as she clenched her hand in agony, only for the other hand to begin experiencing similar changes.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Ruby helplessly stared at the changes continuing to spread through her body. She ran up to her bathroom and started spraying tap water across her hands, hoping that it would stop the infection. The running water did nothing as her pinkie and ring finger stretched outwards while the other three digits remained unchanged. Her once pristine, petite hands had transformed into odd-shaped arches that jutted out forward.

“W-what is this?!” She tried seeing if closing her hand into a fist was possible, but she regretted it almost immediately as her unevenly long fingers rolled up like slugs curling up under salt. “No, No! Grossssss!”

As she opened them back up, Ruby saw that now her entire arms had turned brown, but that wasn’t the only thing that had changed. She had spent hundreds on fur products to make them as smooth and luscious as possible, and what she was seeing on her body was the total opposite of that; scraggly, uneven shapes that lacked any consistency. Just like her hands, they abruptly pushed out forward instead of being a series of silky strands that moved down her body.

“Are these feathers—”

She pressed her ‘hand’ against her mouth. Her heart stopped for just a second as a harrowing thought passed through her mind. What she had heard was definitely not her voice, hers was pretty and soft, and what passed through her ears was scraggly and high-pitched. Slowly moving her palm down, she looked at her reflection. Almost her entire body sans her face was brown, but that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Her sole focus was her voice and the changes to it.

Just… to check. There’s no way that a voice like THAT came from someone like me.

Ruby took her hands off her mouth, prepared to say something simple like ‘hello’ to check. All plans crumbled as soon as she saw that her muzzle had somehow been thoroughly replaced with a beak. It hung open, hands shaking as a shriek built up in the back of her throat.

“WHAT IS THIS?!”

As her scream echoed through her bathroom, her shirt burst open from her chest to her stomach. Buttons went flying, hitting the mirror and dropping on the sink. Her shoulders and neck shared the same color, but her stomach had instead turned beige with strange diamond-shaped patterns weaving through her frame.

“What in the…”

Her panic regarding her morphing hands, fur color, and voice had engrossed her attention completely. Only now as her clothes gave out under the constant stretching by the pulsating mass of her body, did she finally realize that her entire being had changed—and not for the better.

The athletic, slim build she had paid thousands of dollars in gym memberships and plastic surgeries had been thoroughly obfuscated by a layer of pudge that had grown around her body. Her curves—her hourglass figure—her flat stomach; all gone.

“N-no! What is this?! I’m fatter than Arion Vulgari!” As the words left her mouth, the image of a chunky, fat slug was burnt into her eyes like a flashbang exploding in front of her.

Ruby stumbled back, crashing against the wall. Why did she know that? She hated bugs—they were gross and slimy, and the thought of getting close to one to even smash it always made her wretch.

“How… Bugs… How do I…”

Her fly became undone as her rounding out stomach finally grew wide enough for her pants to give out under its girth. The pant legs followed as a myriad of tears and rips appeared all across the denim cloth, leaving a trail of holes so wide that the garment now looked like nothing more than patched-up rags.

“Bugs…?” More and more images flashed across her mind. Not just of bugs, but of plants and fishes too. It was like being assaulted with the contents of dozens of encyclopedias all at once—all the information forcing its way into her brain like a giant, wriggling parasite slithering across her mind. “What… Why do I know… so much about…”

Her toes stuck together; big toe and index, the middle left alone, and the ring and pinkie joined together. The three mounds turned yellow, gaining a grainy texture. One by one, a sharp claw appeared at the end of the yellow ‘fingers’. In the blink of an eye, her paws had suddenly turned into sharp, clawed bird feet.

“I feel… so dizzy…”

With her wing against the wall, Ruby slowly walked out of the bathroom to call… someone. Her friend? Who was her friend? Did she have any friends? Her immediate thought was yes, but when she tried thinking of any of them, her mind drew a blank.

She was popular… right?

“Mgh, crud! Something’s going on, something bad!” She looked around the room—vision fading in and out—as she searched for her phone. “Nightstand!”

And there was a phone., just not hers. Instead of the latest model of smartphone, she found an old-looking rotary phone. Her phone wasn’t underneath it, nor was it inside the drawer.

“Wait.”

When did her nightstand get a drawer? Not just that, but did it always look so old? She had bought it a few months ago, yet it and the phone that rested on top looked ancient—probably fifty years old at the least.

“Oh, nono! When did this get so dirty?” Walking over to the cleaning closet—she had one of those, right? Yeah, she definitely did—she grabbed a duster brush and began cleaning away the dust. “I’ll just make this quick and then I’ll make that call…”

The moment the coat of grime was swept off, it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Ever since she moved out of her parents’ house, Ruby had always asked a cleaning lady to do all the chores for her, but maybe cleaning for herself wasn’t that bad! She could even do the entire…

“Apartment?” That didn’t feel right. Looking down, it certainly didn’t look like an apartment. Those floorboards could only belong in a place as pretty as her home; the museum! “What am I thinking? I’m probably just overworking myself…”

The flood of information across her brain continued, but her mind had almost become acquainted with the uncountable quantity of textbooks memorized. All the data flowed across her brain not as a tempest pushing her to a sensory overload, but instead like a calm river weaving through her thoughts.

As she pushed the dust into a bag, the phone began to ring. “Hello?” She asked, her voice still as squeaky as ever.

“Blathers! It’s Isabelle, from the town hall?”

Isabelle! Yes, she was one of her friends. Ruby let out a sigh of relief—perhaps it was just a lack of sleep and exhaustion from work that had been causing all the weird, confusing thoughts she’s been having lately.

“Yes, yes! Sorry for opening the museum late, Miss Isabelle!” She apologized. “It will never happen again, promise!”

“Oh, no need to worry, Mister Blathers! A man like you is probably really busy preserving nature!”

“I-I’m sorry, Blathers? Is that what you just said?”

“Um… yes? It is your name, isn’t it, Mister Blathers?”

Mister Blathers… It slid right in like a puzzle piece. Considering the day that he’s had, the fact that his identity momentarily slipped out of his grasp didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

“Yes, of course!” Blathers smiled. “I’ll be going to open the gates at once! I’m more than happy to welcome all the villagers who wish to expand their minds and horizons with knowledge!”

#gender transformation #transformation #furry writing

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