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jenscx · 3 months

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[02] tumblr girls — hopeless

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

you toss and turn on your bed, messing up your duvet cover with your indecisiveness. danielle had said she would text you, but should you text her first since she hasn’t? or was it a little weird? would danielle find you desperate or weird? you let out a pathetic groan, throwing your phone away onto the other corner of your bed.

minji and hanni had offered no help and were entirely useless when you told them of your dilemma. after all, keeping your crush a secret from them was increasingly harder each day. might as well just tell them and maybe you would get some help. you were wrong.

“you’re asking us? we’ve spoken to like, 5 people our whole life, including each other,” hanni had said. minji, naturally, nods her head, agreeing.

your phone suddenly dings. eyes widened. hands instantly reach for the phone, fingers hastily scrolling to find danielle’s contact.

no new messages. you flop back onto your bed, feeling pitiful at your own self. if anyone saw you like this, desperate for a girl’s message, what would they say? your friends would definitely make fun of you.

staring at the ceiling, your eyes wander around your bedroom walls, filled with photographs of memories in school with your family and friends. the photograph pinned in the centre of it all, a class photo from last year. you had cut the photo out from the yearbook. you were near the side, smiling with arms tossed over minji and hanni’s shoulders. yet, right in the middle, danielle’s grin is even wider and is it strange if the sight of her immediately brings a smile onto your face?

your phone dings again, then it starts to spasm with notifications. you don’t even bother checking it, knowing it was probably hanni blowing up your phone about how minji was playing with her feelings again. god, maybe you should focus your energy on helping your best friends get together instead of being a sad, pitiful girl yearning for someone out of her league.

hanni, apparently, doesn’t get the hint that you’re ignoring her messages on purpose, and decides to call you. you let the phone ring for a bit before reluctantly picking up.

“y/n, i swear, can you please knock some sense into minji? i don’t care how you do it, like you could even punch her or slap her—”

“shut the hell up,” you groan, “she’s your best friend, you do something.”

“she’s yours too!” hanni retorts.

“okay but i’m not hopelessly in love with her!”

hanni scoffs. annoyance starts to seep in.

“what do you want, pham? what did minji do this time?” you ask. hanni wails loudly, “when you left to go find the love of your life, you know jake from chemistry? yeah, he came up to me and started asking for the homework. obviously, i told him and then minji started being all sulky!”

“sounds like she was jealous.”

“that’s what i’m saying! but maybe it’s the demons in my head and you’re just deluding me. anyway, i just let her sulk until when i get home, she texts me and asks if i’m dating jake? like girl, do i need to bash your head with a rock?” you wince at the increasingly loud tone of hanni. she seemed incredibly agitated.

you bring your phone’s speaker further away from your ear. “i wouldn’t go that far, but what did you say to her?”

“told her that i am not dating jake, we’re just friends because we’re lab partners. and then she was like, asking me if i was dating someone, i would tell her, right? but she’ll do all that, get jealous and shit, and then not look me in the eye the next day?” hanni whines. you feel a semblance of pity for your best friend. maybe minji was just struggling with coming to terms with her feelings.

“god, she’s so annoying. i hate her so much! she thinks she can tell me to trust her when i would literally murder someone for her.”

your best friends were stupid. maybe that’s why you were so drawn to becoming friends with them.

“hanni, you would murder someone for fun,” you frown.

“if you can’t tell, i’m rolling my eyes right now. and yes, i won’t deny that but—” a notification pops up.

danielle [9.47pm]:

hi yn! :))

“hanni, i’m hanging up now.”

“wait, what—”

you instantly press the hang up button, fingers rapidly scrolling to danielle’s chat. meanwhile, hanni blows up your phone, demanding you to answer. hesitating for a moment, you don’t click into her message. you didn’t want to seem too desperate or like you were waiting for her to text you (you were, obviously).

danielle [9.48pm]:

sry 4 the late text :(

just wanted to check

are u free tmrw?

for the project !!

before you could even stop yourself, your fingers start to type a response.

jeon yn [9.48pm]:

i’m free!

what time?

danielle [9.49pm]:

9 in the morning?

i heard our brains work

btr early in the morning :D

meet @ the library near sch!

you internally groan, hoping to sleep in during the weekend but anything for danielle, right?

jeon yn [9.50pm]:

yeah sure!!

see u then

danielle [9.51pm]:

goodnight!!

see u xx

see you. with kisses. your phone nearly drops onto your face. does danielle say that to anyone? or just you?

xx means kisses right? you weren’t going crazy? maybe you were. terribly deluded and indulged in danielle’s kindness, mistaking it for affection. god, you were a mess. why couldn’t you be some suave casanova who could actually talk to your crush without stuttering? seriously, was it just a danielle thing? you could easily converse with others on the daily (not that you did), but still!

the more you think about your situation, the more pitiful you feel. it’s only because of the project that danielle is even talking to you. maybe you should take the chance to show her your charming aspects, and not freeze up every time you see her. yes. that is exactly what you’ll do!

confident and determined, you start to search the common attractive features of someone’s personality. surely a girl like danielle would want an independent yet caring partner. she would need someone to take care of and take care of her. someone that she could rely on but still be emotionally open to talk. your determination starts to disappear when most attributes consist of masculine, strong and manly. right. she would want a man.

you go to sleep with a heavy heart, not bothering to close the tab. maybe it could be a constant reminder that the girl of your dreams is straight.

was this all hopeless?

your dreams, or nightmares, had been haunted by a blurry figure of a man standing next to danielle at the altar. a stretch for sure, since you were both still in high school, but just seeing the truth laid out in front of you was heartbreaking. clearly the contents of last night stirred you greatly. no way danielle was into girls, and if she was, she wouldn’t be into you. she’s a cheerleader, for god's sake, why would she entertain someone like you?

groaning, you quickly get out of bed. of course danielle was a morning person. she was sunshine itself. maybe that’s why she has so much energy and her skin is so luminous… you slap yourself gently, if you wanted to stop this deluded narrative of danielle liking you back, you had to prevent yourself from worshipping danielle like a deity.

taking one glance at your closet, you groan. why was it that on the day you were meeting danielle, all your clothes seemed horrendous? whatever, not like you had to impress her anyway. you throw on a white cropped button up with jeans. at least it was comfortable and breathable. not like you were gonna breathe anyway since you’ll be staring at danielle—

you curse your mind.

staring at the time, you finally decide to head out. even if you arrived early, you wouldn’t mind waiting. it was better to be early than late, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression. and it was common decency! not like you wanted to portray yourself in a better light or anything…

ugh. you were pathetic. letting yourself be distracted by anything other than danielle, you start to make your way to the library. you hated it there; the librarian, mrs kwon, was not very fond of you after you had caused a domino effect with a bunch of books stacked up. honestly, it really wasn’t your fault. hanni and minji were just so annoying that you became fed up with them. a small cat fight had broken out, if you could really call it that, but hanni had shoved you into the towers of books. needless to say, you spent the rest of the afternoon helping mrs kwon.

you were kind of glad that living so closely to school meant you only had to ride a ten minute bus ride to the library. it was rather convenient. not convenient when your best friends came to your house unprompted and disturbed your peace and tranquillity.

maybe since you were already on the way, you could slip in some alone time and admire the seasonal changes. spring was beautiful. more butterflies and insects flying about. more flowers blooming. could anything be more perfect than spring? (danielle).

you put on your earphones, sighing comfortably as you watched the everchanging view. mere minutes later, you had arrived already. with fifteen minutes to spare, you quickly found a place to sit in the library. since exams haven’t begun yet, there was not a student in sight, only some little kids attending a book reading contest. you smile at the cute children who struggled to pronounce hard words.

a tug of your earbuds pull you out of your reverie. at first, you think that mrs kwon was going to scold you for coming back after the mess you had caused, but the small giggle let out made you realise it was danielle.

“what are you listening to?”

watching danielle with wide eyes, you struggle to formulate a response as she puts your left earbud in her own ear. her lips twitch with delight at the melody that fills her ears.

“clairo? i like her too,” danielle whispers. you swallow your saliva, “you do?”

“yeah,” danielle sends an award-winning smile, “i like sofia the most. do you like sofia?”

if you weren’t so caught up in your own delusions that danielle was the straightest girl alive, you might have eaten up the piece of meat she had left, deeming that girls that liked clario were devastatingly gay.

“uh, yeah.”

“i’ve never met someone else who likes clairo,” danielle confesses, “most of my friends are into rap.”

“rap’s cool too i guess… uh, what do you normally listen to?” you build up the courage to ask. danielle’s face lights up drastically.

“ariana grande, the beach boys, oh! bruno mars too.”

you raise an eyebrow, “a pop lover?”

“yeah! pop just makes me feel happy,” your heart clenches at the sight of her smile. was god drunk when he made danielle? this wasn’t good for your heart.

danielle continues rambling about music, which is the cutest thing ever, not that you would say that out loud. you just wear a smile on your face, genuinely happy to listen to her voice. it was so soothing and relaxing. if danielle told you to jump off a bridge, you would do it instantly.

“oh— sorry, did i say too much?” she asks nervously. you’re immediate to reassure her, “no, of course not. i was just mesmerised.”

danielle stares at you, confused.

“by what?”

“huh?”

“mesmerised by what?” she repeats. your mouth turns dry. mesmerised by the way her curly hair falls against her face. mesmerised by the way her eyes light up with happiness and glee. mesmerised by the way she actually sparkles under the sun.

“you have good music taste,” you say instead. danielle’s smile doesn’t falter.

“really?! i think you have better taste than i do though,” you don’t disagree. liking danielle is the pinnacle of good taste.

she turns to you, beaming, “could you recommend some songs to me?”

caught off guard, you hesitate to reject her. “uh, sure. i can make a playlist.”

“thanks! just send me the link and i’ll listen to it immediately!”

you nod, tempted to run out of the library to hide from the intensity of her stare. danielle, unknowing of your inner dilemma, only pulls out her laptop and stacks of notes.

“so! we have a project to do about human attraction!”

may god bless your soul.

jeon y/n [5.17pm]:

did u get home safe?

danielle [5.18pm]:

yupp!

thanks for buying me coffee too!

i’ll repay u next time :)

jeon y/n [5.18pm]:

next time?

danielle [5.18pm]:

next time we meet up!

we still have more to do

jeon y/n [5.19pm]:

ah… right

by the way

i added u on the playlist

danielle [5.20pm]:

oh my gosh

WAIT i have to listen now

you wait patiently for danielle’s reaction. the playlist was handcrafted with your own music taste and danielle’s revealed preference. coincidentally, there were a lot of love songs, not that you intended there to be. it seemed rather intimate to share your love of music to someone else, but danielle was the kind who would appreciate it.

it had almost been more than an hour until danielle finally texted back.

danielle [6.42pm]:

i love it omg

superior music taste.

jeon y/n [6.43pm]:

haha really?

i just put in songs i thought u would like

danielle [6.43pm]:

spot on.

amazing.

please add more :D

jeon y/n [6.43pm]:

of course!

rest well

danielle [6.44pm]:

u too!!! <3

you too. with a heart. like a lovesick fool, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, unwilling to be rid of.

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#tumblr girls ft. mjh #newjeans #newjeans x reader #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #mo jihye x reader #jihye x reader

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hey I'd really love it if you could write smth about like jealous!peter quill or just him being overly possessive like maybe like you're just friends at the moment and you guys are at this club and like idfk the avengers team could be there 😭😭 and one of them starts flirting with you abd you flirt back and shit ans just how u think peter would react- anything basically with him being just jealous and shit omg thankyou in advance 😭😭

hii!! omg I love it and had fun writing it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 *I didn't mark it as mature, tumblr did :/ *

jealous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || none, just quill being a lil jelly

masterlist + rules

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After the Battle of Earth two years ago, you and the other Guardians remained quite good friends with the Avengers you had met. Every so often, you and the team would be invited to parties at their temporary compound. As it was such a long journey from Knowhere, you all tended to decline the invitations, much preferring to remain in the comfort of home rather than travel halfway across the galaxy. But, as it was coming up the anniversary, you felt as though you were obliged to make an appearance considering what you had all been through.

Rocket lands the Bowie on the landing bay just outside, and you all stand from your seats, stretching your tired legs as you straighten over your clothes, preparing to exit the ship and join the rest of the party. You turn to Quill, sweetly smiling as you extend a hand, silently asking him to take it in his. He laces his hand into yours, firmly shaking as a boyish grin spreads across his lips.

"No—" you sigh, pulling your hand from his. "You weren't supposed—ugh,"

"What was I supposed to do?" Peter questions, his tone full of sincerity as he watches you walk away with the girls.

"You were supposed to escort her off the ship, Pete," Rocket says flatly, walking past.

"I am Groot."

"I am not a moron." Quill protests. "Drax, you hearing this?"

"You are a moron Quill," he replies simply, following behind Rocket and Groot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this? Gang up on Quill day? Look, I didn't know she wanted me to help her. I thought she wanted to shake my hand, that's all."

"Then go find her, idiot." Rocket adds, nodding Quill along.

Peter makes his way inside the compound to search for you, immediately bumping into people he doesn't recognise. "God, this music is awful," he mumbles, adjusting his jacket as he makes his way to the bar upstairs. Quill hears a familiar Asgardian bellow of a laugh as he walks up the steps, following the sound, he sees the back of Thor with his arm draped over the shoulder of a woman- a girl, Quill's 'girl'.

He rushes over, abruptly interrupting the conversation.

"Oh hey, Quill," you say slyly, leaning into Thor as you bat your lashes at the clearly jealous-looking guy standing before you.

"Good to see you," Thor greets, extending a hand. "Missed ya, buddy,"

Peter swats his hand away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What uh—what you doing?" he asks inconspicuously, gazing around the busy room with his hands on his hips.

"He was just telling me a funny story," you pause to laugh, tapping Thor on the chest. "You should tell him. He'd love it."

As Thor described the humourous events of the story, you watched Peter's face begin to contort, barely keeping his composure, his nostrils practically flaring as he stared at your lingering hand. Keeping your eyes glued to Quill's, you taunt him further, lightly circling your hand over Thor's muscular arm as you engage in the conversation.

"Tree?" Thor pauses the story as he catches a glimpse of Groot above the swarm of people. "One minute," he says, slipping from you. "I'll be right back."

"What the hell was that?" Quill whispers, his tone full of irritation.

"What was what?" you ask, crossing your legs as you pat the now-empty space beside you, silently urging him to sit.

"You're such a dick," he chuckles, sitting close beside you, his hip pressed to yours as he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, well... so are you," you snicker, resting your hand on his thigh, slowly leaning into him. "God, this music is awful,"

"Right?"

You and Peter sit together in comfortable silence as you gaze around the room of unfamiliar people, watching the conversations play out as you snuggle into one another's side. Both of you avoiding the daunting question. The question of your undeclared situation.

"We really should mingle," you say begrudgingly, tapping him on the leg.

"Ugh," he groans, slipping from your warmth and standing up. He extends a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it. Lacing your hand in his, you shake it with a smug grin across your lips.

"What? I thought you wanted me to shake it," you laugh heartily, wrapping your arm around his side as he leads you through the crowd of people.

"You really are a dick."

@annielr @ugh09876554444 @spacetalbot @bubblezuku

#peter quill #peter quill x you #peter quill x reader #peter quill x female reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill imagine #peter quill drabble #peter quill blurb #peter quill x y/n #star lord #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill fluff #peter quill fanfiction #starlord x you #starlord x reader

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chloes-awfully-soft · 10 months

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Be warned horny tumblr users, incoming robot girl yuri smut. Contains some light consensual software manipulation. I’m new to this so go easy on me.

Stars

The twinkles of light reached her eyes through the three inch thick glass that made up the exterior windows of the shuttle. She sat completely still in her chair, silently observing the beauty of the universe, storing every image in her mission ready SSD to be extracted later and observed by astronomers back on earth. Her servos and joints spun softly to life as she got up from her seat. Taking a moment to stretch her artificial muscles and lubricate her artificial joints. She had been sitting for hours, and hours before that she’d been pacing aimlessly, before that, laying down. She was the only one out here, and now that she was on the back end of her mission, she had very little to do. It would only be few more days before re-entry, and she could finally get repairs, an oil bath maybe. She could see her girlfriend, the one who’d been taking up more and more of her ram the last couple days of being confined in the central cabin. The one who gave her such wonderful new software, those programs she’d make herself. The ones that limit her processing power, make her slow and submissive. Finally able to take a break from always thinking at such a high level because of her extremely highly rated processor. Silence, pleasure, love.

She snapped out of the incredibly vivid fantasy she was in and realized that she’d sat back down.

“How am I expected to get shit done around here!”

She threw herself from her chain and used every ounce of willpower she had to trudge to her computer terminal chair and once again take a seat. At least now it was a seat she could do her daily diagnostic in. She opened her computer and tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk as the terminal went through its laborious start up process. As soon as it was open she moved her mouse over to the shuttle functions display program, but before she could click something caught her eye. A message notification, on the closed NASA network? She thought to herself. She wasn’t supposed to receive anything until a day before re-entry. Cautiously she moved the mouse back across the screen to her messages and opened her inbox.

“oh fuck”

From: nasaacsesspoint800915 (err: no:location:notarized) errorcode-56-77-968104

To: shuttlepilot6100 (preferred name: Chip)

Hey chip,

I miss you so fucking much. I knew you were probably bored as hell up there since it’s the last week. I always get so sad when you talk about how depressed you are when your missions get to this point. So this time I bribed one of your co-workers into letting me into the system to send you something.

I, made something extra special to get you through, wish I could download it to you myself.

Love you, so much

yours forever,

Maggie

| attachment: 463mb. |

| :mags-program-for-chip: |

| -download- |

“I… I can’t I’m, on a mission, oh god I’m so bored though and I want it so bad.”

Chip squirmed restlessly in her chair, she knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would ever find out what she did if she chose to download whatever mag had made for her. Of course it was always fine to download whatever in her free time, but right now, she was the only person responsible for a billion dollar piece of equipment. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t…

she… she needed to, she had to, escape, stop thinking. Just for awhile

“Oh Maggie” she sighed.

Chip opened the USB stick hatch on her wrist and removed the small connector tethered to her body by a thin wire. She plugged it into the computer, a small flutter came over her. She selects the program mag sent her, sets the location to shuttlepilot6100 and clicks download.

“It feels nice, it’s, oh, oh it’s so good, it I mag I’m. I. Can I. An It’s over. I can

Relax

. . . . Ma. Gg ie. “

Thank you for reading. Please let me know if you liked it and would be interested in more of this from me in the future :3

#robotgirl #robot girl #lesbian #smut #t4t nsft #petpl4y #chloes writing #this too is yuri #yuri

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hoidn · 1 year

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okay so i watched all eight episodes of 1899 in one go on monday and i cannot stop Having Thoughts. quite honestly it is the most superbly executed narrative i've ever encountered outside of literature. the sheer thematic scope and complexity is breathtaking. THEY WROTE A GREEK TRAGEDY about all my favourite things and it begins with an emily dickinson poem. !!! the universe was aiming its arrow right at my brain with this one.

(so of course it wasn't renewed. given that la révolution also wasn't renewed, i'm forced to conclude that tptb at netflix have something against thoughtful and nuanced excellence in storytelling.)

this is one of those times i especially miss metafandom because i'm sure there've been discussions about everything my brain is yelling at me but how the hell does one find the good shit anymore? or even the bad shit, for that matter. so here you go, tumblr frēonds, have yet another brain dump that nobody asked for or cares about.

a list of topics covered by 1899 that i recall after watching the entire thing once, in no particular order:

the nature of identity

the nature of reality

how grief warps both the self and the perception of reality

the often inexplicable nature of trust

the human brain's capabilities

the inherent untrustworthiness of memory and the irony that it's all we have

explorations of female identity

the many meanings of freedom

communication!! — trying to understand and be understood through barriers of language, of levels of reality, of technology

the destructive nature of religious zealotry (and christianity in general *internal sigh*)

classism

patriarchy

homophobia (both social and internalised)

the beautiful and horrific acts humans will commit in the name of love

the looming shadow of the male authority figure

space as a concept, both literal and psychological: liminal spaces, confinement

'the odyssey', obviously

the trope of the mad woman in the attic (this one gets its own post because I Have A Lot To Say)

now let's talk ancient greek references!

[1] the names of both ships come from ancient greek mythology: prometheus stole fire from the gods to give to humans and was sentenced to eternal punishment; kérberos (or cerberus) was the multi-headed dog who guarded the gates of the underworld to prevent the dead from leaving.

[2] in ancient greek philosophy, there were four classical elements; this concept was taken up in western alchemy, which made a hobby out of giving everything a glyph or symbol. the symbols of the four elements are triangles:

🜂 = fire 🜄 = water 🜁 = air 🜃 = earth

[3] it's been four months since the prometheus went missing. what, i wondered, is the significance of the number 4? in greek numerals 4 is represented as Δ´. oh, look, a triangle. and what's a triangle in three-dimensional space? a pyramid. and what's a pyramid geometrically speaking? a tetrahedron! which has 4 faces and 4 vertices. it's also the smallest possible platonic solid and plato associated it with the element fire. i don't know enough about geometry or philosophy to take these associations any further, but, as shakespeare would say, come the futtock on. this level of detail is RIDICULOUS and EVERYTHING TO ME.

#1899 #1899 netflix #it's not a show it's a FIELD OF STUDY #alas metafandom we knew ye #yes i did quote upstart crow #i regret nothing

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year

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I’m back, with another sub-par banger!

Also I’d just like to say thank you so much for posting my oneshot that was so cool and I totally didn’t freak out when I opened Tumblr, no siree!

So, on with the oneshot!

This oneshot can be read as a sequel after the first, but also can just be seen as a standalone story. By the way, I’m having way too much fun writing oneshots about this AU from the perspective of people working for Fazbear Entertainment, so this is how this oneshot will go too.

Welcome to the life of a security guard working the front desk at Fazbear Entertainment corporate.

Includes:

More torture, with practically zero descriptions of any gore this time though. Still, for the particularly squeamish I’d suggest looking away.

Also forgot to include this previously, but some swear words.

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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Tick

You glanced at the clock, 5:32 AM, a few more minutes before the end of your shift.

Tock

You glanced at the monitors placed on your desk. Though blurry, the camera footage was still visible. Nothing out of the ordinary, for Fazbear Entertainment anyways.

Tick

Faint headlights glared through the glass doors, what the hell was a car doing here so early?

Tock

Probably another upset parent with a missing kid, the door was locked anyway, they couldn’t even get in the building even if they wanted to.

Tick

The door opened, must be an employee. You got up, grabbing the pale green record book from your desk and making your way to the figure in front of you.

Tock

They were pushing some kind of cart, with the Fazbear logo plastered on, like everything this company owns. The cart was covered with a sheet, but bits of machinery could be seen poking out from underneath.

Tick

“State your business.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I’m the Mechanics Supervisor for the Pizzaplex.”

Tock

“Ah, I see.”

You check your record book, skimming through the list of names before finding the correct appointment.

“Says here you’re delivering some animatronics for checkup?”

“Smart as a whip, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. The Parts and Service Department is down the hall, to the left.”

Tick

The figure pushed the cart down the hall, to your instructions. You tick off the record book before carelessly tossing it onto your desk.

“I heard about your hands by the way, how are they?”

The figure glanced back, an almost somber smile on their face, but they didn’t respond. Did they just not hear you?

You sigh, throwing yourself onto your chair.

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You got a notification from the monitor. Perking up in surprise, you inspect the fuzzy brown-tinted screen.

Security Level 7 Door unlocked

What the hell? Who was up at 6AM unlocking doors without your knowledge? The only people meant to be in the office are you, that figure and whatever overworked interns Fazbear just brought in.

Tick

You switch the camera feed around a bit, finally switching to the camera overlooking the Parts and Service Department.

What the hell?

Tock

What was the cart doing toppled on the ground? Empty nonetheless? Where in the world were the animatronics sent for checkup?

Tick

You frantically switch cameras, trying to home in on that figure and the animatronics’ whereabouts.

Tock

There. Camera 17, the hallway only the higher-ups go through, the doors all lead to executive offices with nice window views.

The figure was unlocking the door to the Chief Financial Officer, and… were those the daycare animatronics?

Tick

They enter the room, shit. Your monitor doesn’t have access to the executive offices, only the monitor at…

the Main Security Office.

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You hurriedly rush to the Main Security Office, unlocking the multitude of doors leading up to it.

Tick

There. You’re there. Now where on Earth is the main monitor?

Tock

God, these monitors were nice. HD flatscreen, nothing like the busted up box monitor you had downstairs. Wait, why the hell were you thinking of that, there could be an intruder in the building!

Tick

There, the main monitor. You boot it up, swapping through the camera feeds until…

Yes! Camera 21.

Tock

You fiddle with the controls a little, turning the camera away from the now swung open door to the main desk at what felt like an agonisingly slow pace.

Tick

There, you’re finally facing the desk, and…

what the fuck.

What was the daycare animatronic doing with pliers?

And why the hell were they using them to… pull on the Chief Financial Officer’s fingers?

Hold on, why the hell was he even here?

Was that the figure from before? What the hell were they doing looking on with that cheerful expression?

Tock

You frantically crank up the volume on the speakers, nearly giving yourself a heart attack from a sudden scream blasting through it.

“What the fuck do you maniacs want from me?!”

“Well then, looks like you’re finally in the talking mood, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?!”

Tick

“Well if you’re so insistent on rushing to the point, I happen to know from some classified documents that you have been profiting from several incidents happening in various of the company’s restaurants thanks to an insurance policy of yours, no?”

“Yeah, so what?! Let me go!”

“So what? Well, unless you intend on losing anymore fingernails than you already have I’d suggest telling me where you hide that handy dandy security card and insurance document of yours.”

Tock

“Left cabinet, top most. Just let me go!”

The figure walked towards the aforementioned cabinets, and pulled out a small piece of plastic, the security card obviously, and a piece of paper, the insurance document?

“Well, looks like you weren’t lying, good on you!”

“Let me go, you bastards!”

“Well, don’t need to be so rude.”

The figure chuckled, preparing to leave the office.

Tick

“Though I have to admit, I do find your cooperation commendable. How about a celebration? Blackbird?”

Just then, the moon-themed animatronic perked up like a child being called by their parents. Reaching into a duffel bag, they pulled out a fire cracker before walking over, stuffing it into the helpless executive’s mouth.

“I’ll be making my leave now, I have to pay a visit to the insurance department to get this lovely little paper burned.”

Tock

Just then, the sun-themed animatronic perked up, rushing towards the figure and gripping their arm.

“Sunshine, could I…”

“Hm?”

“Follow you?”

The figure chuckled, affectionately petting them on the head before giving them a slight kiss on the cheek.

“You silly boy, of course.”

The animatronic’s expression turned from nervousness to an overwhelmingly gleeful smile that covered most of their face. Their face turned to a slight purple tint.

Tick

“Moony?”

“Yes, starlight?”

“Could you give our guest here a nice redecoration of his office? I think he’d appreciate a new wallpaper made from his own brain matter for this awfully plain office.”

“With pleasure~”

——————————————————

You frantically clicked away at the telephone buttons, your hand shaking like crazy.

Tick

The telephone rang, thank god.

Tock

“Hello, this is 911, what’s your emergency?”

Tick

“There has just been a murder, I-“

Tock

You were hyperventilating at this point.

Tick

“Please calm down, where are you and what is the incident?”

Tock

“Fazbear office, come quick-“

Tick

The phone let out nothing but static.

Tock

You look at the cable.

Fuck.

It had been cut.

Tick

A voice that you were praying you would never hear again came from behind you.

“You know, I never thought the minimum wage security guard would be the one to blow the whistle on me.”

Tock

“Luckily, my lovely partner here told me that the camera was moving, or I’d never know.”

Tick

“G-get away from me…”

“Don’t need be scared, pal.”

Tock

“I remember you asked me how my hands were doing before right?”

Tick

“Well, I’m here to give you the answer!”

Tock

“They’re doing great.”

Tick

“In fact, here’s a demonstration!”

They raised a crowbar.

Tock

“Goodnight!”

——————————————————

AAAAA WHOEVER YOU ARE ANON PLS DM I JUST WANNA TALK (crush every bone in ur body with all my loves and affections and adorations)

HELL YEAH KICK THEY ASS BABY 💕💕💕💕💕💕 SUN WHISTLEBLOWING THE WHISTLEBLOWER,, GIT GUD MF AAAHAHAAGGDDGGSHHSHAB BREAK HIS KNEECAPSSSSS

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dreambigdreamz · 26 days

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Inside the brain of a writer

(me talking to myself)

the mental process of writing a smut fic

the usual warnings ofc proceed with caution.

wheee i’ve been reading some ahem hotd stuff ahem and i think i can pull off my very own as well 🌚🌚🌚

yass eomer and lothiriel’s wedding nighttt

actually no i’d die writing

for many reasons

julie write a sample for me please

should i just ai generate this

oh loth why on earth would you say that

quick, make her drown another flagon of wine to avoid the embarrassment

BAHAHAHA i’m 6k word count and not yet halfway guysss

NO BROTHER YOU CAN’T READ THIS

because lothiriel is undressing eomer 🫢

*hysterical giggles as the world dissipates internally*

what on earth am i saying to a 11-year-old

shit he’s taking up the discussion

he says eomer should be allowed to undress himself to show ‘manly’ independence

shut the f up kid you don’t know anything about the romance of unbuttoning and revealing the man’s body

“stahp ahaha i can’t imagine it i’d DIE”

*dies for three months before guilty sense kicks back your arse to continue working on the wip*

drag myself through the shit like it’s no big deal

eomer without armour 💗💗💗

eomer without shirt 👀🥹🫢🌚🤡

should i or should i not put a full description of his…

nope

KEEP IT POETIC NOT GRAPHIC

will there be a blowjob

but i won’t know how to describe how it tastes so no

functioning on the last single braincell

once read a headcanon saying eomer will give you no less than 3 o’s and i stand by that

is ‘reverberate’ smth to do with vibrations or vertebrates

his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff HIS VOICE—

what does ‘convulse’ mean

could i maybe find a use for it to be included in the writing, even though i don’t know what it means?

i mean, i’ve seen it written but never bothered searching up

gets up in the middle of the night to search up thesaurus

“TREPIDATION” IS SUCH A NICE WORD inCLudE iT iN By aLL meAns

….if only i gave half the effort for my academics…..

if he gives her oral, remember to get him to wipe off his mouth before he kisses her again because

you don’t know what it tastes like

+ somewhat disgusting and shameful (ahh little purist me)

“did you finish your smut fic lol”

“haha nearly! was up till one am last night writing it” (i normally sleep at 8 pm)

“he’s penetrating her now ehehe”

*deletes last message*

keep your purist virgin opinions out of this and Let Them Have Fun!!!!

how long does it take a candle to burn out

“would you like to read what i have gotten so far 👉👈”

no lothiriel would never think the act “sickening” KEEP YOURSELF OUT OF THIS

YES YES YES KEEP THE CLASSICAL ROMANCE ALIVE YOU ARE SUCH A POETIC WRITER DID ANYBODY TELL YOU HAHA 😇

but also the tension, don’t undo the tension all at once

DONT LET THEM FALL IN LOVE OVER ONE NIGHT WHAT SOAKING IDIOT ARE YOU

it takes time, it has to take time

so no

make it an awkward messy ordeal

you are a most horrifying author, you deserve to go to hell three times over WHAT WAS THAT FOR

i know

how do i describe what his hands are doing

like one is doing smth while the other is another—

or keep it simple?

how big and strong he is x300 sentences

he’s gotta have big brown eyes / be able to satisfy / he’s gotta be big and strong / enough to turn me onnnnnn (the angelic choir version please)

his eyes turning into dark orbs 👀 a glint of dangerous light ahahahahahahahahah

*descends into madness*

god save my soul

no no Snow you got it wrong bby

there are no whores and sluts here

be horny without guilty

you might actually make some money out of writing this one day

big ambitions >>>

in the meantime enjoy yourself

but seriously dude

wouldn’t he crush her bones if he collapsed on top of her

REWRITE EVERYTHING

first go and scroll through tumblr again

and spiral down into the sinful one-shots and take inspo from the masters

BUT THE AGONYYYYY (cuz u barely crawl out alive after these little visits onto that side of tumblr)

or shld i just post it and pretend nothing’s the matter and let it be and delete this entire post on making a fuss out of as tiny a thing as writing smut

fuck it i’ll go solve some mathematics

p.s. make eomer considerate at all times

p.p.s. you need to seriously decide between making lothiriel either an innocent angel or a coldhearted bitch MAKE UP YOUR MIND

because i feel for the poor guy if she keeps acting hot n cold like this

woe is me, the writer

i declare nobody suffers it as i do

but what if there was a toad in the bed as a prank from amrothos

#writerslife #writer stuff #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #writeblr #im going insane #eomer x lothiriel #eomer eadig #lord of the rings #fanfiction #my god #smut #dreambigdreamz

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w33nies · 5 months

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Qué Maravilla CH.11 - 'The Forest Through The Trees'

Previous Chapter Next Chapter Miguel O'hara x SpiderReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? bad words + shit proof reading summary: purely exposition, Miles breaks into Alchemex labs. Jess Drew gets deja vu !!art is not mine : @uzuriartonline on tumblr!!

-------- Ch.11 - The Forest Through The Trees ----------

Miles Morales kicked in the vent from inside the air duct. Using the momentum he propells his body forward, landing feet first on the floor of a pitch black room. The second he touches the ground he gags.

“What the hell is that smell?” He walks around in an attempt to locate the source while holding his breath. The only sound being of his footsteps echoing through the abyss.

“Would be great to get some light in here first,” the boy mumbles to himself.

He channels his energy into conjuring his electricity to his palms. It helps, but only illuminates about a foot in front of him. He wanders aimlessly for about a minute. From what he can see, the place is a complete mess. He passes beakers and vials half filled on the counter tops, some shattered on the ground. Notes and documents sprawled on desks and floors, some of which are ripped to shreds. Most of their contents lost to the liquids that had begun to mildew the tile floor.

Miles slips on the mystery substance, almost falling flat on his face. After a second of slipping, sliding, and flailing about, he finally regains his balance.

“That was clos-”

He trips again. This time on an array of wires sprawled recklessly on the floors and atop of any other surface imaginable. Sparks flying from the rubber insulation that has since worn out. Miles opts to follow the path of the cables. They all lead in wildly different directions, but one finally takes him to a large, bulky desktop computer. He gingerly clicks the mouse, thankful to find that it powers on without him having to enter a password. As its added light begins to brighten the room, he can see more of the carnage. Deep gashes and claw-like marks litter the wall. Dents in the infrastructure and even a broken light hanging precariously from the ceiling.

‘Whoever was here last, definitely left in a hurry.’

When he returns his attention to the computer he finds a disorderly mess of files cluttering the desktop. ‘God damn.Y’all work like this?’

At a loss, the boy resolves to click on random documents one after another. For a moment, he’s stuck shifting through useless junk. Pirated movies, some off color jokes about the working class, a recipe for apple pie. Soon enough, he stumbles across something that makes him pause.

It's a photo of a woman and a man posed in front of the Earth-42 collider. It takes him a second to recognize the man. His long hair reaches past his shoulders and his full beard and mustache obscure his face. Under closer inspection he could deduce that it was Jonathon Ohn, the well natured scientist he had just become acquainted with. The woman however, the woman he could discern as clear as day…

…It was Olivia Octavious, or as he had known her, Doc Ock.

‘Well that explains the messy desktop,’ he joked internally. Though it failed to quell the unease that followed. Jonathan and Doc Ock were co-workers? Or did he work under her? The Prowler mentioned something about a hit being placed on him by a superior of his. She couldn’t be the boss conspiring to kill him, could she? Surely Jonathon would know… right?

Miles clicks around fruitlessly again before he stumbles on another well of information…

A folder aptly named Rapture Video Logs… It couldn’t be that easy right?

He opens the folder and skims through a plethora of video files. Pages and Pages long. Dated from as far back as two years ago. He clicks the first file. When the video finally loads, his jaw drops and his blood runs cold.

The man on video fiddles with the camera, struggling to mount it on a secure surface. His face uncomfortably close to the lens as he mutters indiscernible nonsense.

“There it is!” He shouts excitedly, taking several steps backward to sit on a chair. He straightens lab coat, adjusts his glasses and ruffles his hair in the monitor as if he’s getting ready for an important job interview.

“Hello!” The man waves amicably.

“My name is Peter Parker. I am one of the head researchers supervising the production of the vaccine to combat the ongoing Rapture epidemic.” The man trots up the camera holding up the badge pinned to his lab coat.

“That’s me.” he states proudly pointing to the man in the picture before making his way back to his seat. He clears his throat before converting to a more professional disposition.

“Our goal is to make an accessible vaccine to counteract, or at least mitigate, the side effects of the Rapture drug and all its possible variants. As well as to dispel its more parasitic qualities that work to bind it to the user’s DNA. This project is in collaboration with Scorpion Pharmaceuticals and Alchemex Labs…Which is basically a Doc 8 subsidiary but… I just try not to think too hard about that.” He laughs weakly.

Peter’s small smile fades almost immediately. He twiddles his thumbs in a contemplative silence, staring blankly at the ground. Miles takes this opportunity to further inspect this version of Peter Parker. He’s a brunette like the Peter he’s familiar with, though significantly more grays litter his head and stubble beard. Deep stress lines have found their home around his mouth and forehead. His eyes are a striking blue surrounded by dark, sleep-deprived circles. He couldn’t tell if he was older or a young man under a lot of stress. The best way he could describe him was an amalgamation of the 1610 Peter he lost and his friend Peter which, in a way, he had also lost.

‘Ex-friend,’ He mentally corrects. A friend would never do what he did to him. What they all did. Friends don’t abandon each other.

A loud exhale from the video shakes the boy from his stupor.

“You know, A lot of people have asked me why I would associate myself with such controversial corporations. I mean, not that I blame them. These people are far from saints. But there's good work to be done here. People need this cure. Even if it's an … unsavory group of people attempting a good thing… Who am I to get in their way? The ends justify the means, right? How bad could it be?” The man smiles solemnly to himself.

“Cut to me weeks later ‘Oh it’s really bad,’” he jokes. If he was doing this pep talk to drown his guilt, it looks like it had worked.

“We’re going to help a lot of people,” he asserts earnestly. “I just know it.” Parker stands up then turns off the monitor, effectively ending the recording.

Miles swallowed hard, fighting the rising bile creeping up his throat (and that horrific smell was not helping). He scrolls down farther, randomly clicking another video.

This video starts with Peter already seated. This time he seems to be at a desk. “Alright so…” the man meticulously straightens the stack of papers in front of them as he collects his thoughts.

“... The cure is making steady progress. Right now we’re sitting at a 42% success rate. Though there do seem to be some adverse reactions in some of the… subjects. Bouts of hysteria and panic and also…” He looks around to check his surroundings before leaning closer to the lens. He takes on a hushed tone.

“Okay look, now I’ve seen the effects of Rapture close hand due to… personal reasons. Whatever they’re using on these patients here is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Not even on the streets.” He starts counting his fingers as he lists off the symptoms . “Foaming at the mouth like rabies. Delirium, vomiting, diarrhea, hell even Seizures. The hostility is absolutely unprecedented. I’ve probably broken up more fights than a club bouncer this past week alone. And god the screaming. Some of them just won't stop screaming without being fully sedated.” He takes the pen from his lab coat pocket, clicking it excessively will continue to swivel in his chair.

“Where are they even getting this much of it? Especially of a strain this… volatile. To the likes which no one has ever seen before.” He reclines in his chair, a pout forming on his lips and his pen tapped absentmindedly against his chin.

“Something's off. Way off. They’re definitely hiding something here. And I’m gonna make sure I get to the bottom of it.” Peter reaches towards the camera, then the video ends.

Miles scrolls further down and clicks another one.

Peter starts the video holding the blowing raspberry out of pure exhaustion. All while vigorously scrubbing his hands up and down his face. His glasses bob up and down with the motion, threatening to fall off his face. His surroundings have changed once again. This time Parker is sitting in a lab. Shelves of labeled elixirs and test vials can be seen in the foreground as well as the table before him. On his right sits a microscope, sitting atop a stack of papers. On his left, a bunsen burner. When he’s done rubbing his face he takes a moment to let out a muffled scream into his hands.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” he rectifies immediately afterwards. “Totally jazzed about…everything.” He pushes the words out through gritted teeth, as if it physically pains him to say aloud.

“The, um, the latest experiment was quite… dicey. Today they wanted to test the cures' effects on a patient with long exposure to the drug. So, we injected the subjects with Rapture and then waited. We waited to give them the cure.”

“The first hour was completely normal. Well, as normal as you can get when exposed to a drug of this nature. Violent bouts of anger, the screaming. You know, all the fun stuff. Same goes for the second and third hour. But as soon as we get to hour four…”

Peter chews on his cheek, hands clasped before him on the desk. “Someone had the bright idea of placing two Rapture induced volatile subjects in the same testing chamber.” His eyes are looking forward, but his gaze is looking vacantly past the camera. As if seeing the incident play out once again before his very eyes.

“The patients got into a violent stand off… some of my colleagues went in to break it up and then…” He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief.

“And as for the patients, one of them was…” His eyes gloss over, biting down on both lips. His chest rises and falls in a trembling manner.”

“…One of them was…cannibalized… And I just watched… because that’s all I could do…”.

Peter inhales sharply through his nose. His Adam apple bobs up and down in his throat. “There was this one moment… It was just a split second, when the patient made eye contact with me through the glass…The way it looked at me, I just-” Peters leans in closer to the camera. He pauses so his eyes can wildly see his surroundings. His breathing quickens even more so. Only after a nervous minute does he speak in a low hurried whisper.

“-This isn’t Rapture. Not what it used to be. This is something new, unprecedented. This is an instrument of war. This is a weapon. This is a means of mass-”

A loud siren blares, shocking Peter out of his train of thought. The screen is suddenly coated in flashing tones of red. Scuffling and hurried footsteps can be heard in the background. As well as raised, concerned voices. Their exact words Miles is unable to interpret.

Peter Parker immediately springs to his feet. “What’s going on!?” He speaks to someone off camera, his voice quickly fading as he rushes towards the commotion. The voices raise to nondescript yelling and screaming.

Then the video abruptly ends.

Miles' heart drops. Against his weak stomach, he continues to scrolls all the way to the bottom. He inspects the date. Wait, this is from a couple of weeks ago? He feels essentially obligated to watch it.

Video begins with Peter already seated. One hand holds his glasses, the other working to soothe his aching temples. He sighs deeply as he returns his glasses to his nose bridge. Miles notes the addition of the tape working beyond its means to hold his lenses. He looks like a total wreck, more so than usual. When he speaks, his voice is especially hoarse.

“Well…We did it. We found a cure” he announced, completely devoid of enthusiasm. “We created a single dose serum that not only severed Rapture’s bond to one DNA , but also built up immunity to the drug by 99%.” Parker throws his hands up vehemently.

“99%! Can you believe that? They couldn’t do that with Polio! And you want to know what they told me when I gave them this objectively good news? They said that it was too good. That a serum of this efficacy ‘jeopardizes the bottom line.’” he adds with air quotes for emphasis.

“And then they asked me to reduce the efficacy. They wanna dilute the dosage so that people need more medicine, so hospitals can buy more supply, all so they can make some more freaking money to fatten their greedy little pockets. Could you believe that? Turning medicine into a subscription service? What kind of late-stage capitalist bullshit is this!?”

Peter huffs loudly through his nose, his fists clenched angrily on his legs. He opens his mouth, about to shout, but stops himself. His defiant demeanor gives way to a defeated slouch.

“This is all my fault,” his voice is much lower now, almost a whisper. “They all tried to warn me. They tried to tell me. I was so caught up in my work, so naive. So stupid that I couldn’t see the forest through the goddamn trees…This was never about helping people. It was always about profit. Profit at the expense of lives. They’re gonna pull the trigger on so many lives… and I just handed a loaded gun and cocked it for them. ”

“God I’m so tired,” he mutters removing his glasses again to dry his teary eyes.

“As of this recording I’ve submitted my two weeks. The severance package should hold me over for a little while and then…,” he sighs. “I honestly don’t know. There's no one I can talk to about this. I wouldn’t have gotten the package without an NDA.”

“Nobody knows but me… No one. Except for you, whoever you are. If you're watching this and by some miracle you have an ounce of consciousness… Please. Tell someone. Anyone. Everyone. People need to know this. They deserve to know the truth. I would if I didn’t have a family to worry about. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to even look at my wife and daughter if they knew the truth about all these things I’ve done.” He stands up abruptly, eyes shut, to fight the tears threatening to spill. He dejectedly walks towards the camera, holding it by its sides. His jaded blue eyes looked directly into the lens and in turn, Miles’s soul.

“Hopefully, you can fix this mess I’ve made. I’m counting on you. Everyone is, even if they don’t know it yet. Whoever you are, we’re all counting on you. ” With a click, the video cuts to black, leaving the boy to face his startled expression on the black empty screen of the computer. Miles lets his hands drag down the front of his face.

It’s not like the video gave him any new information. But something about it being Peter. This alternate version of his mentor pleading to the void and not receiving so much as an echo… It really rattled him to his core.

Morales immediately starts opening drawers and cabinets, wilding searching. Stumbling upon loads of paper documents. Useful? Perhaps, but that's not what he’s looking for.

He opens a drawer and finds blank CDs (Who even uses these anymore?) and some floppy disks (He couldn’t figure out what to do with this even if he tried). He digs through endless piles of haphazardly stored outdated tech before he strikes gold.

“Ah Hah!”

He picks up the small chip and holds it triumphantly between his thumb and pointer finger. Finally some semi-modern tech he could use. An SD Card.

A Goober.

Definitely a silly name but it was starting to grow on him (Peter might have been an awful friend, but he could at least give him that). He shoves the card into its designated slot and starts dragging each video file into its storage. He tries to grab some of the other documents on the desktop. Hopefully there was something else useful in there, though he was definitely going to be coming away with some useless clutter.

He takes a step back and watches the download with bated breath. The green progress bar moving at a snail's pace. ‘4% Complete / Estimated Time : 26 minutes’

‘Stupid piece of junk.’ He grumbles frustratingly and smacks the side of the old monitor. Though he had to concede it was quite impressive the things they could accomplish with this archaic technology. Everything he experienced so far gave the impression of some 90’s cyberpunk futurism (with some limitations of course). Its mere existence seemed paradoxical in a sense. To be so far ahead yet so far behind.

“Alright, now the hard part.” Miles claps his hands together and mumbles to himself "If I were a super villain and needed to hide some top secret dangerous chemicals, where would I put them?”

He activates his electricity with one hand and feels against the mutilated walls with the other. With the extra aid of the dim computer, he finally is able to locate a lever on a nearby wall and pulls it downward. The lights flicker in an unsettling succession. One after the other. Slowly revealing the large lab before him in a blinding fashion. Just as when his eyes finally adjusted to the sudden brightness, a cacophony of screechs bombards him. Loud banshee-like sounds of yelping and clanging. Miles flinches at the abrupt and sudden noise, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut.

When he opens them, his hands fall from the side of his face in disbelief. He sees cages. Cages upon cages of animals all erupting in panic. Howling, biting, scratching, clawing at the metals bars that hold them. Dogs, cats, pigs, birds, rats. Whether it be balding fur, open sores, bleeding wounds, or missing limbs all of them have at least one physical ailment afflicting them. Urine and feces litter some of their confines. Some lay even motionless. They weren’t…dead were they? It doesn’t take him long to connect the dots.

These are the ‘subjects’ Peter and Jonathon were talking about. They were testing on animals.

He stumbles through the lab, walking along the long wall piled high with tortured beings. His presence met with mixed reactions. Some cower in fear, others leap towards him clawing, biting and snarling only to be held back by the metal bars. Sticking their appendages out in an attempt to reach him. His heart breaks.

‘I can’t just leave them here.’

He ventures to the end of the cages to find a control panel in the wall asking for a six digit code. He stops to consider the obstacle…

“What if I just-”

…before smashing through its screen with an electric fist. All the cages and lab doors open immediately. The animals scurry out without a second thought, making their escape through gaps in the vents or cracks in the doors. Thankfully, even the hostile animals are more concerned with their newfound freedom than to continue their directed aggression at him.

He’s about to leave when he hears another noise, which stops him in his tracks. A jingling sound. Clinging metal, like the one a fork makes on a wine glass with someone is trying to gather the crowd for a speech at a party. He looks around to find the source of the sound. ‘It’s coming from one of the cages.’ he soon realizes.

The spider walks towards it cautiously. He slowly peers over the edge and sees a figure shivering in the dark corner. Miles squints his eyes for a better look. It's a dog, a spotted one. A small dalmatian, probably a puppy given its size. Once it sees Miles it begins to whimper.

“Hey buddy…” Miles coos softly. He squats to a crouch and attempts to reach out to the puppy. It barks and whines in defense. The boy recoils in response. Now that he’s getting a better look at it. It’s in pretty bad shape, patches of missing, open wounds, and an eye so damaged it was sealed completely.

“Okay…” Miles stands up, hands on his hips. “Every lab has a first aid kit. There's gotta be at least one somewhere.” He walks towards the nearest door, which leads to an adjoining room. It’s another lab, only this one has fewer computers and more elixirs. And, of course, a lot less like a complete and utter war zone. He recognizes it as one of the labs Peter was sitting in during one of his videos.

Miles finds first aid fairly easily. It’s in the first cabinet by the door. He holds the plastic red box in front of him with two hands, admiring his ingenuity. “Easy peasy.”

When he turns around to leave, a giant, clear door refrigerator catches his eye. Tucked into an empty corner of the room as if placed there as to not be seen. The soft hum of its dim internal lighting is the only thing between him and utter silence. Inside, sits numerous crates. He tucks the kit under his arm then moves closer to inspect it.

Miles opens the fridge and is confronted with a cloud of cool air which slowly cascades in a constant stream towards the floor. The dissipating smoke is quickly replaced by a new rush of cold air. He can feel the freezing sensation in his toes. He pulls out the crate by the handle. He pops open the latch like a briefcase, inside the insulated case sit six vials. A neon, almost fluorescent green. Identifying labels written in permanent marker onto painters tape sit underneath.

Rapture Ver.58 (beta)

‘Oh my god.’

Miles pulls out other cases and checks their contents. This one is blue. He reads the label underneath.

Anti-Rapture

‘Ohmyfreakinggod.’

This was it. All he had to do was bring back just one of each case back to Ohnn and the other Miles and then they could fight this mess. The sooner he got back, the sooner he could help them fix the collider. Hell, what if it was already done? His father was going to be sworn in early tomorrow and he had been gone for several hours now. Who’s to say Spot hasn’t already started his carnage? Each second spent here was a second left to chance. And that was a chance he just wasn’t willing to take. He had to go now.

Miles grabs two crates, one for each hand. As he stands up he hears a small thunk on the ground next to him. He looks down towards the culprit.

…Oh.

The first aid kit sits face up by his foot.

…Oh…

How could he forget the reason he came here? That dog needed his help. The dog needed his attention first. Could he do both? Spider man can always do both…

…Right?

Morales entered a silent staring match with the plastic red box on the floor. One he was destined to lose. I mean, it was just a dog. A dog or his father. It was a simple choice…

…In theory…

…But the longer and longer he stared at the box, the lower and lower his gut seemed to fall.

A dog or his father. A literal dog or his father…

With a sigh, Miles pushes the crates back into the fridge and shuts it. He bends down to pick up the kit.

A dog and his father. He could do both. Spiderman always does both.

As Miles walks back towards the dog’s cage he manages to swipe a stale, half eaten bagel off one of the desks. When he approaches the cage he sees the dog's nose peeking past its barrier, sniffing the air apprehensively. The boy breaks off a small piece of bagel and tosses it lightly in front of the cage. The dog jolts back, alarmed. Then the dog slowly exits its cage, squinting to adjust its good eye to sudden difference from its dark confines to the brightly illuminated lab. The puppy sniffs the bagel before licking it greedily off the floor. After he’s done with his morsel he freezes when he sees Miles, who is now holding out another small piece in his palm.

“Come here little guy.” he says, clicking his teeth. The dog doesn’t budge.

“It’s okay” he reiterated this time crouching even lower to the ground.

Nothing.

He whistles softly “Come here…uh…Fido?”

The dog titles his head in confusion.

“What’s your name then? Fluffy?” he blurts out, “How about Buddy? Dude? Spot?”

The word takes him by surprise, Spot… The word escaped his mouth without a second thought

"Haven't I had enough spots for today?” he wonders aloud. What was he doing here? Trying to coax a dog that wanted nothing to do with him? This poor thing probably wouldn’t trust anything after all it’s been through. He needs to be honest with himself about what his priorities are.

Miles is brought back to reality by the warmth on his hand. The dog shyly licks the morsel off his plam. Consuming it in full with just a few smacks of his teeth.

“You can trust me little guy,” he says with utmost sincerity. “I promise.”

He tries to feed the pup from his hand again. The dog accepts. He pets it gingerly on its back. The sudden sensation causes the dog to jolt. He stares at the boy for a second, then he licks his face. Miles roars with laughter.

“Alright! Alright! I like you too!”

Miles places another piece of bagel on the ground as a distraction. Then he pours the antiseptic onto a fresh gauze sheet. He attempts to disinfect its wounds gently, but despite his best efforts the dog lets out high pitched yelps.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Miles flinches upon its pained cries. He persists with his delicate nursing, periodically feeding him pieces of food to keep it at bay. It’s a painstakingly long process, with the constant flinches, yelps, and several nervous bite attempts. When he’s done, almost half of its body is covered in bandages. He scooches back to admire his work. Not the best, but not bad given he’s never had to bandage anyone up before, let alone an animal. It would have to do.

“See? That wasn’t so bad was it?” The dog licks the boy’s face once more with gratitude. Miles softly wraps his arms around him.

“Welp. This is where we part ways.” He gives it a final pat on its head. “Stay safe out there little guy.”

Miles rises to his feet, taking a detour to collect the SD card before making a beeline towards the serum batches. As he reaches into the coldness of the fridge he feels a sudden pressure on his leg.

“What the-”

Looking down he finds the dog rubbing his side against him. Wagging his tail happily.

He scratches the pup behind his ears, it’s leg thumping against the ground in satisfaction.

“I love you too man, but I have to go.” The dog however remains oblivious, tongue sticking out its mouth as it pants happily.

“I’m sorry little guy.” He grabs the two cases and begins to walk away.

He tucks a case underneath his arm. Aiming with his wrist he clumsily shoots out a webs to a high point on the opposite wall and pulls forwards. When he lands, the case under his arm slips. He barely manages to catch it by the handles. The dog leaps underneath him directly into his line of sight and begins yapping loudly.

“Shhh. Be quiet!” Though the dog continues to complain.

“I don’t have time for this right now?” As if on cue, The dog’s barks switch to desperate whine. It's an unbandaged eye staring pleadingly.

He’s using puppy eyes on me. Of course.

“This isn’t going to work on me little man…”

The dog stretches its front legs onto the wall, pawing upwards in an attempt to reach Miles, then whining at the distance. The boy frowns under his mask as the desperate display continues with no sign of letting up…

“...Fine!” Miles relents with a sigh, releasing himself from the wall, landing next to the pup. “Fine. You win.”

The second Miles lands, the puppy pounces on him, excitedly clawing at his legs. “Okay! Okay!” He looks back and forth between the dog and the two cases. He needed at least one free hand for swinging lest he wanted to risk dropping his newfound passenger, his cargo, or both. It would be best that he carry the dog, but then what about the serums? He couldn’t take two cases…

Should he take the Rapture? That paired with Peter’s video logs could help expose this whole shady operation. What about the cure? Wouldn’t be best if Jonathon and Miles-42 made their own medicine to disrupt the monopoly. Ugh, choices.

After some contemplation, Miles finally gets his lightbulb moment. He opens both cases and swaps half the batches. Three green and three blue.

“Perfect.” He states proudly. Grabbing a single case and, with strained effort and much contortion, manages to web the container onto his back.

“I’ll try to make this as comfortable as possible, " he says, picking up the puppy. Then leaping onto the wall, he begins swinging his way back to his friends.

They would be so happy to see his successful haul. Hopefully, the same news awaited him as well…

- - -

Jessica Drew’s bike screeched as she leapt from the portal onto the streets of Earth-42. She wastes no time. Once her wheel touches the ground she shifts into high gear. Bobbing and weaving through streetcars and alleyways at breakneck speed to assess the atmosphere. It had been a little less than an hour, but Gwen giving any amount of time was more than generous. If she was lucky, maybe she had already found the boy and had already made their way back to his home dimension. Then one of the many spiders patrolling 1610’s Brooklyn could intervene. With the huge deployment Miguel had called for, they wouldn’t get far before being caught.

Speaking of Miguel…

She skids to a halt, quickly dialing the contact information to her boss. Once she navigates her way to the call button however, she hesitates. In this fucked up situation her loyalties clearly lied with Miguel. She knows she should call him, but their last meeting at HQ left a sour taste in her mouth. He was always aloof and stand-offish, but what happened there was a level of animosity she had never seen from him before. All that yelling, screaming, and clawing, was too much even for her. Was he right? Of course he was. We all made sacrifices. That was part of the job, but did he really have to slam that boy on the side of a train? Did he have to lose his cool in front of the entire society? Even if he had his reasons, it was not a good look.

No. She would not tell Miguel. Not yet. It would be best if she found Gwen herself and they handled this quietly.

She drives around for a bit longer before a dilapidated warehouse catches her eye. Which is saying a lot. The entire crime riddled city was a dilapidated , fiery, vandalized mess, but this building was different. This wasn’t just any wreckage, it was battle wreckage.

She accelerates through one of the large holes in the structure, landing with a sharp U-turn that emits a loud screech and leaves scorched tire marks on the ground. Her eyes fall on a man. He’s sporting a midnight purple suit and a welders mask. He’s holding a torch gun before a desk with a multitude of sophisticated tech and steel titanium weapons. The man is unalarmed. He doesn’t even acknowledge her at first, instead taking a moment to finish the careful straight line he’s welding onto…whatever it was he was working on . Once done, only then does he turn to her. He lifts his mask, looking her up and down. An exhausted look is plastered on his face. Jess also takes a moment to soak in his very… familiar features.

“Let me guess.” He rubs his temples with a sigh. “Your ah- You’re with those spider uhh-”

“-Yes. I am.” She sits up straighter while crossing her arms

“And you're from another dimension?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you’re looking for my nephew? Miles?”

“Yep. You got it!” she quips. “Great to know you’re already all caught up. That really makes this a lot easier for me.” She rests her hands on the handles of her bike, inadvertently showing her pregnant belly. The man’s eyes widen and his jaw hangs open.

“WOAH.”

She raises her eyebrow, perturbed. “Yes?”

The man points towards her stomach with his torch, “Are you uh-”

“Yeah?”

“Wha- How does that- How does that even...work?”

“How do I work while pregnant?”

“Yeah ” Flustered, he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “Like, you’re not worried or anything? It doesn’t slow you down?”

“No.” She says pointedly. “Because I’m good at what I do.”

“Wow…” He chuckles. “That’s very-”

“-What?” Oh here it comes. The wave of concern everyone seems to throw her way. Everytime they see her large belly for the first time. “Dangerous? Irresponsible? Reckless? Unbecoming?” shes says in mock offense

“No. It’s… Amazing?” he laughs, stroking his finely trimmed, salt and pepper beard with his free hand. “I think that’s really… cool.” He rests his elbow on the bench, with a playful smirk on his face. “How’s the father? He’s not still in the picture is he?”

Jessica furrows her brows. “Is my very hot husband in the picture? Why yes, yes he is.”

“...Damn.”

“Excuse me?”

“No I mean- Great!” He lets slip his nervous laughter. His smug demeanor wavering only for a second before he recovers. “I mean that’s great for you. It’s good a good looking woman yourself has someone she can rely on. ”

“Mmmhmmm.” Jessica hums with a smirk.

“I mean…” he motions back and forth between them, displaying a cheeky grin “...I know some relationships allow for multiple shoulders to lean on if that’s what you’re into-”

“-We are a very happy monogamous couple. Thank you very much. ”

The man lifts his hands in defeat taking a step back. “Heard. Loud and clear.”

“Anyways.” She rolls her eyes “From what I heard, you’re Aaron Davis?”

He places a fresh cigarette in his mouth, taking a few attempts to light it. Taking a deep inhale before responding.

“I’m real popular today, huh? Worried there might be another bounty on my head.” The man lets out a deep, hiccupy chortle. Jess makes a conscious effort to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “But yeah, that’s what they call me.”

“Well Davis, have you seen a… blonde haired, blue-eyed teenage girl around? Blue shoes? Black and white suit with a pink hood?”

Aaron’s face contorts in confusion.

“She’s also got these, like, hot pink accents with a blue webbing design-”

“-No. Definitely not.” He takes another long draw from his cigarette. “There were these two other ones though. One of them was this super huge, hella bulky ass dude with a meanass resting bitch face sorta mug.”

Jessica erupts with laughter. “That would be Miguel.”

So he was already aware. Shit. Not that she should care. In a way, wasn’t it a good thing that he knew. That he was on top of things? Though she couldn’t push out that nagging feeling in her gut (the other one) that had her worried. The disloyal disappointment and the guilt that followed in response.

“Didn’t catch his name.” Aaron's narrowed into a cold stare. “And you want me to tell you where they went?”

“If I said yes, would you trust me enough to say?” she phrased her words carefully, sensing the tone shift. The vocal equivalent of walking on eggshells.

He takes the mask off and begins wiping his hands clean from a nearby towel. “Yall don’t have phones or something where you’re from?” He flings the towel on the desk. “Why do you guys keep flockin’ to my pad?”

Jessica Drew simply scoffs, “It’s…complicated.”

“Well, since I’m on my way there myself…” He clips a fully stocked utility belt on his waist and securing his metal claws on his hands. “...I can show you the way if you want?”

“Show me the way?”

He strides over to a large tarp. He grabs the fabric, pauses to hold Jessica’s gaze (for dramatic effect) before ripping the cover off the contraption. A sleek Indio motorcycle resides underneath. “It never hurts to have company does it?”

She revs her bike loudly in response. “Don’t get any ideas,”

“Of course. Strictly business.” His mask emerges from the shoulders of his armor working to conceal his face and as well as his voice, which now came out robotic and distorted.

“I like to go fast so…Try to keep up.” He revs his motorcycle loudly, immediately riding through one of the many holes in the wall before making a straight shot towards the street. Jessica Drew swerved closely behind him. Behind the man who just so happens to look exactly like her husband. The harsh wind whipping in her face and the loud hustle and bustle of the city work to drown out her hearty and buoyant chuckle.

The multiverse works in mysterious ways.

#miles morales #jessica drew #aaron davis #peter parker #spiderman #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #astv

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eaglefairy · 7 months

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A new world is born.

Began with a little world tour to kill some unique monsters and get more experience (and affinity coins)

After the Bana fight Roommate: Huh, I wonder where Bana went after this. Me, gleeful: Oh? You want to see Bana now? ... Roommate: He's on the wheel now! Me: He's on the wheel now!

I'd recommend looking back at the previous post on my blog for a conversation much too long and winding to include in this post. It's worth it. Trust me

We're finally back at Prison Island and we literally walked past the fight that made her ragequit last week. The deinos don't attack us on sight anymore and the rest of the enemies won't spawn if they aren't fought so we just. walked past.

...and we just got the second bolt element so we are once again not fighting Dickson. This is like the third time we've walked away from the main story in the endgame, it's honestly kind of funny at this point

Upon seeing Demon King Dragonia for the first time: "OH. MY. GOD." "Ok but can you imagine like canonically...like people talk about the giants sometimes but no one talks about the dragons. And then finding out they're real??"

So I thought we were mostly keeping up with the collectopaedia, but we're looking at it again and we're missing items in Colony 6, the Ether Mine, Makna Forest, Valak Mountain, two from Galahad Fortress, and the Fallen Arm. What...what happened?!

My roommate is very disappointed that we don't really get any lore about the dragons and honestly, I agree with her. They're so cool and there's only three of them and we don't know anything about them except that they were likely important to the Giants because of their presence in the decor of Prison Island

Oh shit we're going for it. Past the point of no return!

Oh oops, I didn't make it clear that "point of no return" meant that she couldn't save past that point. Well, at least we have the autosave at Gondorl

Dickson...his death really tore her up. This is the only time she's cried throughout the whole game

:Saturn: Roommate: "Saturn, ok." still sniffling Me: "Saturn." Roommate: "...wait, Saturn?!"

"Jupiter?! So I'm actively in the solar system?!"

We're at the Moon now. "So the whole thing...the whole thing happened on Earth?! What the hell happened to Earth?!"

"Oh good, we don't have to fight Alvis. He'd probably beat me" (we are about to fight Zanza, she doesn't know yet)

I forgot how horribly ugly Zanza's second form is, wow. The roommate is not impressed either

Alvis: "I am Monado." Roommate: "I KNEW IT! I said that last week! Tell them I said that last week, Eagle."

Oh interesting, the experiment cutscene in 1 doesn't actually show Galea touching the button. I always thought it had. I'll have to rewatch the version from 2 then to see if my anger at the retcon is as justified as I thought

Time to beating Zanza: 99 hours

Final roommate stats: Game rating: 10/10, 5/5 stars, absolutely perfect game. Worldbuilding, design, characters, perfect Favorite character: Dickson, obviously Top 4: Dickson and Riki are both number one (whole head and whole heart respectively), Sharla and Reyn are number two, everyone else is below those Favorite area: Valak Mountain (and really any area that glows) Least favorite area: Bionis Interior by FAR Favorite town: Frontier Village Favorite party member to play: Fiora Favorite and least favorite story beat: Mechonis Core (because it's complicated) Favorite uncomplicated story beat: When Xord speaks for the first time and when Fiora is discovered to be alive Most heartbreaking moment: Dickson's death

Thank you all so much for joining us on this journey. I never thought I'd be liveblogging the entire game like this when I started, but it's been so fun to chronicle the entire game for the good people of tumblr. I've made new friends through this! Reaching the end of this game is bittersweet (heavy on the sweet), but it's certainly not the end of the liveblog! It's not even the end of this liveblog, honestly. Join us again tomorrow for more sidequests!

#original tag #roommate chronicles part 1 #xenoblade chronicles 1 #xenoblade chronicles #I'm so happy. I love xenoblade

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uncertainwallflower · 1 year

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As a fic writer what advice do you have for someone aspiring to be one? Are there any fic authors you look up to?

Sorry for taking so long to get to this ask, anon!

Advice for aspiring fic writers:

Write absolutely whatever the hell you want. Give zero shits about what is popular, what is deemed correct, what is deemed problematic (that's a whole kettle of fish), etc. Be self-indulgent.

And then if you write what was supposed to be self-indulgent and you hate it. Hate it. That's allowed.

Everything is allowed. There are no rules. You can write the same thing over and over and over if you want to.

Also, remember: Publishing or not, original or not, extensive or not, profound or not, you are a writer. You are an author. You are talented. You are brave. You are worth the space you take up on the earth, on whatever platform you do or don't share your work, on paper, on Tumblr, everywhere. Grasp that space with both hands and hold firm.

Be bold and be unapologetic.

But also be kind.

And remember that not everyone is kind.

And sometimes the piece you are most proud of will be seen by little to no one. And in that case, be your biggest supporter.

Also (I highly recommend this) find writer friends. Be supportive of them. Be excited with them. They will be excited with you and for you.

Also, read lots.

Are there any fic authors I look up to? Yes. I call them @theesteemedladydebourgh (whose writing literally inspired me to seek therapy for my then-undiagnosed anxiety) and @clare-with-no-i (whose writing hand was kissed by the gods). There are 100% more authors I adore but those come to mind at the moment.

I feel it’s my duty to link this post by @bluelemmonade which (granted is not exhaustive) is full to the brim of amazing Jily authors.

Recommended reading about being a writer and/or reader: an extract from (I assume) an article, by Ursula K. Le Guin (post by @seikilos-stele) and a critique on the resurgence of Puritanical morality and its effects on how we view characters and literature (post by @melodiesofmidnight).

#bella answers #anon ask #writing things #on writing

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years

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Could I request a fem!reader x Eddie fic based around the song you and me by alice cooper? im not sure if you know it but it makes me think of eddie and his love as grown up struggling. im unsure what to add because the song explains itself, it’s a lovely love song 💗 thank you in advance 🥰

No problem! Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it!

Feedback is appreciated! And don't forget, a like shows me you liked it but a reblog shows others! Tumblr is completely reliant on reblogs!

Eddie Munson x Reader

'You and Me'

Eddie comes home from a long day of work. You hear his shoes tossed aside next to the door way, he shrugs off his jacket before running off to find you.

"Eds?" You ask and feel his strong arms wrap around you, he doesn't say anything, he only buries his head into your neck.

You smile and let out a small chuckle, he was like a toddler. You loved it, how he always had to be touching you. It was a nice reminder he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

"We could watch a movie?" You ask and feel him murmur a "sure baby". You will have to move. Eddie doesn't want you to move, not at all.

"Go change and meet me in the bedroom, I'll get popcorn. And you can pick the movie," you order and he smiles and moves from his spot in your neck, he kisses your lips softly before going to change and pick a movie.

You grab a pot from the stove and a lid, turning on the pan you add some butter and oil. Where the hell did you put the stupid kernels?

You find them in the upper cabinet. You grab them and pour in some to the pan. You add the lid and wait for the tell-tale noise of kernels popping. You grab the salt from next to pepper and place it on the counter.

You would also need a bowl, but that could be grabbed later. You heard the first kernel Pop and that means it won't be much longer until you could return to your lovers arms.

Eddie had been at work all day, but you had Sundays off from the record store. That was where Eddie had met you, he was looking for the new Iron Maiden record, and you had helped him find the last one. He almost proposed right then when you made a comment about 'Master of Puppets' being your favorite song.

you are brought out of that wonderful memory by the sound of the popcorn, it was almost done. You curse and grab a bowl before you notice it is done. Once you've turned off the burner and salted it, you pour it in the bowl and make your way back to the bedroom.

You walk back to the bedroom and find Eddie sprawled out across his bed, or as you like to call it, his coccoon. That's what it was. He had a shit ton of blankets and pillows and a nest like circle in the middle.

You smile and hand him the popcorn before cuddling up next to him. He presses a kiss on your forehead and you tuck your head into his shoulder.

"Forgive me but we are watching Bambi," he says with a smile. You groan, you watched that movie every week. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips though, you always watched bambi because it was the movie you had watched on your first date. It was a joke, two metal heads watching bambi.

This was perfect, you were with the man you loved most. Watching the movie you both had watched on the first date. Perfection.

After a long day of work this was everything Eddie wanted. He had you cuddled into his side, popcorn being stuffed into his mouth, and he was watching Bambi.

He let out a small chuckle as he remembers the Bambi joke. You had both come back to your place and he had seen the movie in your VHS collection. He wanted to watch it since it was the only movie that wasn't rated at least PG-13.

He noticed you felt heavier on his shoulder and he saw that you fell asleep. He smiles and sets the popcorn down. He was over the moon that you trusted him enough to fall asleep on top of him.

God, he was in love. How could he not be? He thought you were the most perfect thing on earth. He felt like he wasn't always enough, you assured him that he was more then you deserved.

You told him he was perfect, and he became putty in your hands. You weren't lying either.

Eddie was perfect.

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drakedoo · 2 years

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Grave robber head canons

He is gender fluid pansexual(yeah ,screw you Terrance,I’m making your self insert character a part of the LGBTQA+)

Him and Amber are officially dating (screw Grilo shippers, y’all be nasty🤮)

After Nathan and Mags dies, Graves takes Shilo in under his wing and becomes her guardian and moves into the Wallace house and they form a sibling type bond

He LOOOOVES rats and will bring them into the house all the time

Has a pet one named Finley

But he’s absolutely TERRIFIED of bugs.

Shilo takes advantage of that and Will try to freak him out anytime she can with her bugs

No joke this girl ,while they were outside, and he was collecting Zydrate in a graveyard, picks up a massive spider and says “Graves, look what I got”

He turns around and screams as high as his naturally low voice can go and jumps on top of a tombstone with absolute terror on his face. Of course Shi find it absolutely hilarious that he screams so high, he’s screaming to put it down and stop messing around.

“ you can work with dead people but you’re terrified of bugs?! you’re kidding right?😀”

“KID, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!”

Or he could be in the kitchen making food, and all the sudden a massive spider or beetle, or centipede crawls on the floor near him and he screams in pure terror and jumps on top of the cabinets or the fridge

He’s a heavy sleeper and nothing wakes him up once he’s knocked out.

SNORES SO LOUD(I saw this head canon from another Tumblr post but I don’t remember who😅)

Has the nastiest hair mats and it irks Amber so much

Amber could just cutely be playing with his hair and all of a sudden her fingers get stuck

“ have you never heard of a brush?!”

“ too much work to brush it”

Amber basically hold him down and brushes every single mat,knot,and tangle,out of his hair and even braids it

Likes to have his nails painted

They could just a simple black polish, to nail polish matching the current hair highlights he has

But he constantly has to redo it because they get chipped often

Expresses his gender identity and sexuality through his hair

Like one day he comes home ,goes to the bathroom with a bag full of hair dye and comes out with pansexual or gender fluid colors in his hair(actually I think that would look really good can someone please do that🥹)

is a tall person even without his boots on

he’s maybe 5’11 without his boots on and 6’0-6’1 With his boots on

Even after repo men are no longer around and genecops aren’t searching for grave robbers anymore(I believe that when Amber takes over that she makes a new policy where there’s no more Organ repossession and that Grave robbing is legal) he still yells graves at the top of his lungs in a graveyard just for the hell of it

Sometimes Shilo wakes up in the middle of the night from night terrors, and he runs in the room and hold her close to soothe her,and he softly hums or sings a tune to calm her down and Soothe her back to sleep(I mean this in a sibling/platonic way! Not a ship/romantic way! I’m trying to make that very clear that I do not ship these two!)

When Shilo’s hair starts growing back her hair starts looking like a Q-tip, so that’s exactly what he calls her

“ what are you up to,Q-tip ”

“ so my nickname went from kid to Q-tip?”

“ you look like a Q-tip😁”

Him and Shilo always have playful sibling banters, or will just argue over the stupidest stuff

“ so you think the earth is flat? Graves are you an idiot”

“Well on old maps it’s flat sooooo🤷‍♀️”

Likes to get in peoples face for absolutely no reason, just to try to start shit

Amber could be doing work in her office and all of a sudden he gets in her face

“ Babe what the fuck are you doing“

*stares in silence still in her face*

Amber gets absolutely pissed and he start laughing.

So yeah that’s all I could think of for now and let me know if you want me to do another fandom or even other repo characters

Update: oh wow I was not expecting so many people to like these especially since this was just me writing as they went along. But I really appreciate it and it’s really cool to see that repo! Tumblr is still alive❤️🥲

#repo the genetic opera #repo graverobber #repo!tgo #r!tgo graverobber #repo! the genetic opera #r!tgo #headcanon #repo headcanons

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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months

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It's a wild variety of themes 😂💙

5. Talk about the best birthday you've had.

19. Talk about something that happened in middle school.

21. Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.

29. Talk about what turns you on.

31. Talk about what you think death is like.

yooooo you never disappoint!

Tell about asks

5. honestly my 27th birthday was probably my favorite. It was in the early months of the pandemic and I was devastated 25/7. Everyone was stuck inside and terrified we were all gonna die and all that shit and I just wanted to see my friends.

my husband and our gf at the time managed to throw a covid-friendly outdoor-but-still-in-thick-ass-cotton-masks, birthday party for me. It was the weirdest expierecnce of my life but it was so beautiful that all these people were willing to leave their houses to come see ME. I think about it all the time 💜

19. HA! okay middle school was the worst 37 years of my life. But I had my first kiss, in the rain, on my birthday in middle school and that was pretty cool 😎

21. LOLOLOL i just had to cut ties with some POS who decided to sext me for months without telling me he was engaged 🙃🙃🙃 so that's the most recent example

29. wouldn't you like to know weather boy 😎😈. but for real a ton of stuff, I was trying to find that post where I answered your kink questions but it has been lost to the tumblr void 😭😭. Authenticity is prob the big one though. and androgyny 😍

31. OKAY I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ALOT. I also need to clarify that dying and death are two different things and i think dif things about them.

Alright dying, I think unless you happen to be lucky enough to be in a situation where you are flying on painkillers is probs really painful. which in itself is p terrifying.

death itself, as in 'after you have died and not coming back,' is either something BIG or absolutely nothing at all. The Recovering Catholic in me used to think there was one God and a heaven and hell but I don't really think that anymore. I'm mostly in the 'i have no fucking idea' boat, but I like to think its either nothing; no pain, no memory, no continued life after you've already put in so much work on earth, OR its an existence like dreaming, but you are just replaying all the good times you've had 💜

in all reality, you probs wake up from the sim and then get the choice of which pill to take

#talk about asks #ask me #thanks for these babe!!

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sweetshelluvaau · 5 months

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I really want to you know get invested on stolitz but the problem is is just how the couple is presented. I may love toxic couples but I really don't like how the show didn't acknowledge it,like I see stols as this person who need sto get his shit together literally and spends really good quality time with Octavia(like I want to believe he is trying but we didn't see that freaking effort and that's coming from an ex shipper of stolitz) and blitzo,look I feel sad about the man and I do because of how literally he have seem to care but I shut,I pity the man. No offense to fans who made stolitz that is fleshed out,mad respect for them seriously.

Hey, you want to know secret: I was slowly getting on board the Stolitz train post Ozzie's. Not necessary in a 'I want these two together forever and live happily ever after' kind of of way but I was starting to get invested in seeing them both grow as people. I still wouldn't want them as end game and putting aside the icky stuff for a second, they're two different people with two different wants for a relationship plus BOTH really need to get their shit together before even entering any kind of relationship honestly.

(I was also indifferent about Stolas at this time as well. Didn't hate him but didn't really care for him neither. Just thought he was another asshole in a sea of assholes but rich).

Blitzo put his foot down and Stolas finally coming to the crushing realization that his actions hurt his family (regardless if he loved Stella or not, he still cheated and the whole mess harmed Octavia emotionally) and even realizing that Blitzo gave him some comfort, 'escape from the gilded cage' you can say, but that comfort was at the cost of the other person's happiness (plus ya know, you did force the guy the sleep with you Hooters).

There was real room for even as fucked up as their relationship was, them learning a thing or two from each other, more so Stolas. He learns some humility, ending the deal and just letting IMP use the book no strings attached until the times he does need it until they find another way to access Earth without it, or just have Stolas give Blitzo that crystal things or something like it at the very start of the season, genuinely apologize and be on his way. Perhaps his treatment of Blitzo and IMP has him reevaluating how he's treated those underneath him in the past. Boom! And being we have that assassination plot thing with Stella and Striker going on still and depending on how the whole thing is handled (NOT HOW IT'S HANDLED IN THE SHOW NOW GOD PLEASE NO), you aren't completely writing Stolas out of the show. There are ways to still have him play part of the story without taking away from IMP and the premises.

Honestly, I thought the 'Stolas wakes up from his delusional fantasy and owns up to his actions' was the direction the story was going but I gave Viv too much credit as season two dropped and we know where this tale goes...

But yeah the problem in itself isn't that it's toxic I happen to like toxic ships myself, the problem is the show acts like it isn't. It's a weird show don't tell Uno Reversal where we're being gaslighted to believe that Stolas is this great guy that Blitzo just hates because he's blue blood but his actions and treatment of people show differently and that he's a whiny, entitled privileged dick. The 'this is hell' excuse doesn't hold water when you refuse to acknowledge your characters are horrible or keep telling us they aren't when they are.

A roleplay partner of mine told me they viewed Stolitz as Fizzmodeus' darker mirror which I think is an interesting way of viewing it. I've seen plenty of writers in the rpc write great interpretations and their own takes of these characters that I honestly wish those portrayals were what we ended up getting suppose to the wattpad fanfic bullshit we did get. (it likely also helps that surprisingly half of the Hellaverse RPC on tumblr is just as salty as I am)

Also Viv, if you really wanted A Main Gay Couple in the show who ends up with Blitzo, I know I keep saying it but *will smith poses at Fizz and her one true polycule* STOP BEING A COWARD VIV LET FIZZ HAVE TWO LOVING BOYFIRENDS IT AIN'T CHEATING I PROMISE!!!

I hope I'm making sense here I feel like this turned into a ramble more than anything else XDD

#ask #here goes sweets off her bullshit again #123ruonhumanshi #stolitz critical #yes I must inject my FizzxBlitzoxOzzie polycule dream in every post now it's part of this blog's lore #j/k it just happens XDD

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Scarborough Ahoy! (1994 Short Film)- Day 4 Watching Con's Filmography

Live posting. All I know is this is sad(don't know why), short, and that Con is good (and queer) in it. Watching it in 480p, so we'll see.

YELL AT ME BELOW! I NEED YALLS OPINIONS ON THIS!

Warnings for: Suicidal Ideation, full body nudity.

Also, the movies description describes Con as the 'Gay Guy' and 'Barmaid'. So 'Con' and 'Barmaid' is what I'm calling them. I'll specify Con the Actor.

Casually kicking a one-night stand out; GET IT GIRL. Didn't expect that level of nudity, but here we are.

CONNNN! He's slightly older in this one compared to Dancing, and I already don't feel wigged out.

Con's semi-startled look at 'used to get laid all the time'. Me too, babe, me too.

As a person who hates booze, the bar scene made me physically nauseous.

Con, being a bro, and making sure she was alright. Love that for him. She needs a friend.

HAHAHA Hell yeah, stick up for yourself Con, he's queer, and the guy getting you a coffee.

God, gender fucking envy. And coat envy, that thing looks warm as shit. I missed when my hair was that length(Con's). Shame I need to be more feminine presenting where I live.

DAMN. I wish I was that confident in my driving. She backed up with SPEED.

HELL YEAH, TRIP TO FIND MEN BABY! God, I know England isn't affordable to anyone, especially foreigners, but god its nice to be able to drive that in a day and actually go somewhere

Con, stop wearing my dream wardrobe. I want that fucking sweater.

OH MY GOD. This is real ally behavior, compete to see who gets more guys

Synchronize watches! The confidence into immediate, oh shit, how the fuck do i do this on both their faces is great.

Santa, fuck off.

(Con making out with a guy)Now. How the fuck haven't I seen gifs of this. tumblr, I'm surprised you weren't hornier.

SHE CHOSE SANTA. Mam, have some self-respect. I hope he is at least a gentle lover? Laughing as he goes down on you probably isn't great.

AWWW. The way they watched out for each other after getting laid. Happily just walking down the road. Oh my god, help her up. BRO, GET THE FUCK UP OFF THE ROAD.

He straight up said 'boyfriend'. Damn, love short indie films.

24? Fuck him babe, old my ass

Okay, I thought Con was going to say his guy died, not cheated. I'm trained too well in modern......OHH SHIT, whelp (he killed himself)

Babes, please learn to love yourselves.

BANGIN SOUNDTRACK

I Love that they coordinate outfits, either accidentally or not. They are the crew. Hell yeah, the ass-grabbing! Get sailor ass.

Now, mushy peas seems like hell. Actual worse thing on earth

'What's brought this on, catholic guilt?' Mood

'Feels great, sometimes not so great'

'What about love, then.' Awww babe

What game are they playing with all those colors, looks fun as shit. CON LOOKS SO HAPPY. LET THIS MAN PLAY HAPPY PEOPLE. He just fucking giggled, god damn it.

This seems like a nice road trip to mentally reset life for a bit.

Guys, if they're being passively suicidal, then at least they've got each other. See, they pushed and they still wanted to live. Cute shit.

Sexuality being fluid! Great to see this, especially for the 90s.

Love the respecting of boundaries; they both really needed to talk before moving forward. Great shit. It's probably her feeling guilty for 'tempting a gay' but... That feels depressing, so fluidity I will choose.

"Well, you can fix it; you did a course in auto mechanics, didn't you." Hahahaha

GAY EARING ON THE DRIVER. I love that Con's getting as much action as he is.

Nice of her to give them space, ally behavior

CONS HAIR

EXCUSE ME MAM, LET HIM FUCK. RUDE. Stand up for yourself CON! They're just friends. If she wanted more, she needs to communicate that. He's pulling his own and trying to reach out to find a middle ground cause he knows she's angry. I love that he comforts her even though he has every right to escalate this into a fight.

Awww, she saved him the head puzzle piece. Love that he smacked it down. His fucking grin.

THE LITTLE SHUFFLE DANCE. Also, this fucker is stealing my wardrobe again.

OH MY GOD WALTZING. I LOVE IT. Bitch, this is the most romantic thing I've ever seen. THE CINDERELLA SONG! AWWWWWWW. I love them. Bro has to understand how many mixed signals he's sending out here.

Going to the dockyard doesn't end happily in these sorts of films.

He's having thoughts and needs to fuck them out. Fair, she's gorgeous.

SHIT CALLED IT

RUN! GO HELP HIM

At least she realized pretty early that he was out too late.

(Con is revealed beaten up and bloody)SHITTTTTTT Well, that's a head wound. Scuffed hands. Okay, good, I thought he fucking died.

GIVE THE MAN A HUG

AWWW HE SAID HE LOVES HER

DON'T FUCKING LEAVE YOU JACKASS. I've read dozens of fanfic like this. DOZENS

NOOOOOOOOOOO. WHY STOP THIS NOW! I NEED A FULL MOVIE GOD DAMN IT.

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Con's Characters Sexuality Discussion: There are two options here. He's 'gay' as described in the film's synopsis or more fluid in a modern sense. Again, he's willing to fuck her, and clearly cares for her. Who knows if he was 'pushing his limits' and this is why she turned him down. The I love you could be romantic/sexual love, or the love of a friend. Both readings are perfectly valid by the text. The short film ends here to not answer the question and keep it ambiguous.

I'm flipping between this movie being about their friendship and finding someone to be comfortable with, or two people used to having one night stands falling in love. You know what. Both are right! (As a queer who says I love you to my straight friends. Calls them beautiful and does all of the shit Con does here, yeah, the waters are murky, who said you alone need to filter it to solve the art)

I can see a happy ending where they grow to be close friends for the rest of their lives, or just making it a probably short-lived relationship. They're both young and impulsive and need to work on themselves a bit before getting serious, but I hope they can keep this little corner of the world safe.

Cinematography(7/10): Fun! About what to expect from a short film. Nonintrusive editing.

Actors besides Con (8/10): I LOVED THE BARMAID. God, she's so fucking sweet and just needs someone in her corner. She's fun, cocky, and bullheaded in a way that fit's with Con's character. I loved their friendship. I love that she's worried about that and doesn't want to push boundaries. I wish this was a longer movie, I want to see them learning to love themselves and having each other there. Everyone else was unmemorable.

CON! The Actor 10/10: He seems more comfortable in this role than in Dancing. It makes him a more likeable character. Likely due to the size of the project, and experience. He seems like he's found his groove here, and I wish we got to see more of it. Seeing him actually flirt was a joy. Again, personally, I think the 'I love you' could be from a gay 'bff' perspective or he genuinely loves her. I love that they just feel safe with each other which is clearly what they need. Love con's look, dialogue, and everything about how he held himself. He seemed like he really opened up to her verses how Con's character acted at the beginning of the movie. That can be really hard to pull off

Story 9/10: Really fucking fun. Sweet, they both felt stuck in a rut and finally made a friend that understood them. The dialogue/writing is so fucking inspiring as I try to write fun dialogue.

REWATCHABILITY: I would say that compared to the downers I watched yesterday, this overtakes Vengeance. It helps that it's so short.

9/10. I hate giving perfect 10s when I haven't seen everything, but god is this so close. I can totally see myself giving this a retroactive 10. Writing this overview I felt like I was balancing on a tight rope trying to 'figure out' the right ending. But that's kind of the point. The relationship they build is a comfort in a shitty world, and it's fucking beautiful.

I know people said it was sad, but I found it really hopeful? They're still living their shitty lives, but they're not alone anymore.

NEXT! Still plan on Cucumber, 3 steps to heaven for weird Con, and whatever I feel in the moment. Rewatching Blood brothers today with the Brother, so wish me luck.

(I linked some people who commented last post, thanks for the comments as always!)

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